Clearing his throat, the Qunari straightened his back, let Frieda adjust his finery and turned to watch himself in the mirror. The finery was already a tight fit but watching his reflection felt like watching a portrait some Orlesian noble had commissioned.    “...why did you pick this out for me?”    “It emphasizes certain features?”    “I do not think I need them emphasized this much.” Frieda sighed and handed him his grey tunic back, despite her visible dislike for it. With a warm smile, Halim pulled her into a short hug, careful not to hold to her too tight.     “I just thought I would give you some support when you are off to...you know...asking the question, maybe.” Placing a friendly kiss on her forehead before pulling back, Halim smiled.     “It helps that you think of me but I think it is better when I go there as myself and not dressed up like a prince.” He still felt the anxiety in his chest but he was aware that this was the way of things, that falling in love also meant being afraid and that, when all went well, fear would still be there but overshadowed by happiness. Frieda smiled and made her way through the door, leaving him the privacy of changing,     “You still look like a prince to me.”