After this, it was dinner and dancing...and maybe a Wicked Grace game somewhere.

simple dress that was the color of the grass in the Emerald Graves and made of finely woven Orlesian silk. Staying a bit after also afforded the two of them the happy chance to hold each other's hands in public a while longer.

She applauded when the performance ended and stayed to allow the crowd to shuffle out. Some of them were muttering about possible shenanigans going on backstage. Typical Antiva. It wasn't any of her business.

Briala also looked thoroughly pleased by the night out, and stunning in her

The performance was superb. She did not know any of the actors, but she knew that, like in Orlais, theater had a habit of breaking the 4th wall. No matter, she was here for the plot and also the wine and butter cookies in the lobby.

((Thank you so much. Celene enjoyed the opportunity to get out of Orlais))

Red Templars, Venatori, Antaam, darkspawn, random demons, and frothing courtiers Celene wanted to enjoy herself.

"Let them bring it." Was her reply to her Champion.

To the chagrin of her Champion, her wife, and the rest of her bodyguards, Celene opted to sit on the floor with the rest of the minor nobility and scoffed when it was suggested that this is how assassinations happened.

After over ten years of being trapped in Orlais with

Such a lovely blend of dramatic beauty and soft lines and depictions of Crows in very regal poses. Romantic, just like the Antivan people.

Another thing Antivans did well was architecture. The Opera house she sat in was new to her, but it was beautiful beyond compare. Even the Grand Cathedral paled in comparison.

The Empress also missed being in Antiva. Here, no one cared if she openly held Briala's hand or visibly enjoyed the performances.

Sure, The Game was always being played but Antivans had the delightful habit of turning it to their favor. One reason she liked having Lady Josephine in her Court.

Gray blonde hair with temple strands twisted down her jaw like sideburns.

She loved the theater.

"Right...then, I guess I will sit here until pasteurization is invented."

"Hides? I'm in here where you put me, you Blighted chicken nugget!" Empress Celene kicked at the bird with the steel toe of her riding boot.

"Okay. I've heard that before." Empress Celene placed her hands on her hips like she'd seen illustrations of Rook do in the Tevinter papers.