#lady-chalon

lady-chalon answered:

“I–What? No I haven’t.” She blinks a few times before her eyes shift to him, her expression wrought with worry. “Have I?” Surely she was not being so obvious without realizing it. Maybe her Game face was out of practice.

Maybe she was, as a whole, just out of practice. Even now, she could have tried avoiding such a conversation, but only now that it was too late did the thought cross her mind. She finally just shakes her head, the delay between that and her words only slightly too long to avoid being awkward.

She wasn’t. Was she?

   Once again he’d gotten some messenger from Josephine, carrying a letter that involved   some attempt at diplomatically chiding him while asking him to please stop by at some   point during the day. Probably some letters to sign, or some noble concern he had to listen   to her rant about, then ultimately decide for him how to proceed. What he had certainly not   expected was to find a distinctly unfamiliar woman inside. Josephine was nowhere to be   found, the room occupied only by a younger woman with much paler features.

       “Well...you’re certainly a much more pleasant        sight than Josephine. Has the ambassador run        off after insisting I stop by today?”

Sebastian Vael's jaw had dropped the moment he had saw Skyhold, and the shock continued as Ambassador Montilyet brought him up to his quarters. A quaint little suite overlooking Inquisitor Lavellan's herb garden. The sight made Sebastian want to stroll in his old Chantry garden...

After thanking the Ambassador, Sebastian told her he could find his own way around the Keep. With a bow and a kiss to her hand, the prince had Lady Montilyet red as a beet and giggling like a school girl. Her reaction confused Sebastian like it always did with other ladies. He didn't mean to come off as flirty...he was just being polite.

After some wandering through the magnificent stone hallways, Sebastian found himself in the stables out in the courtyard. He awed at the exotic creatures before him. But stopped as he noticed he was not alone under the wooden structure. There was a girl. Her silver-blonde hair caught his eye like a white rose among weeds.

"Excuse me?" he called out, "Mi'lady?"