Empress Celene Valmont I

It's just a jump to the left >.>

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.

a woman is raising her hands in the air in front of a crowd of people while sitting in a stadium . ALT: a woman is raising her hands in the air in front of a crowd of people while sitting in a stadium .

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

((I just love the idea of Celene crashing the opera performance by sitting in the audience like Meryl Streep at a neighborhood play))

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

*giggle* Isn't that the truth.

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.

Empress Celene was also in attendance at the Opera along with her usual entourage. She was dressed in a cherubish white Chevalier's dress uniform bedazzled with glittering gems, gold, silk, and her campaign ribbons.

On her head would be an Orlesian fez if she hadn't taken it off revealing short

And yet I'm still here.

Morrigan's unmentionables is on our money. I insisted on it.

I just love fights in my garden. It's not a real adventure until my bushes are burning.

*practices joustingin the courtyard with some training dummies*

Please buy and read The Masked Empire, Feeder, and all of the other amazing writing Trick Weekes has done. I wouldn't exist without it.

Empress Celene sighs and starts in on a new song:

I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please
Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it)
Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart 🎶

"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.

"I'm an Empress and I am here. What more am I to do? I can't kill the void with my blade. So, I shall wait for people outside this Boba or whatever you have me trapped in for people who are more sensible than I, or maybe my death. I'm in my 60s and near death by Dragon Age's standards."

"I don't eat duck. I think they're too adorable to be a snack, to be honest, so I don't bother. No matter, there are other creatures for my people to eat. Or maybe we'll just go Nevarran. They're a lovely people."

Immediately bored in the Nothing, begins to sing to herself and this Demon of Confit or whatever it was:

Boy don't try to front, I-I
Know just, just, what you are, are-are
Boy don't try to front, I-I
Know just, just, what you are, are-are 🎶

Florianne and just sat down in the void waiting for someone to fix Orlais again.

Empress Celene rolled her eyes as everything became pitch black and things were starting to press on her mind. Doubts, fears, sadness. Did her arrogance doom Orlais?

Celene sighed remembering everything Morrigan had taught her to fend off