Maisie writes: 6.0

Greetings friends! I'm back...again 😎

And its third person yay! M commissions me for third and
I commission them for first person.

Anyways, Queen Alarian Surana of Tevinter is meeting with some officials in their castle.


Castle Surana 9:41 Dragon

The officials wait in the throne room, otherwise it's empty. Save for the few elvish guards lining the walls. Wearing old worn metal armor, could be ages old. It's a small wonder it hasn't crumpled to dust. "Where's the lady? The magic bitch?" One of them whispers. "Dalil nashad! You will not say such things about The Queen!" The nearest guards snaps. A magister scoffs. After few minutes more Alarian enters the chamber, trailed by their advisors and inner circle. Ali is dressed elegantly, but simply. A red velvet dress, with small gold buttons and silver thread lining the corset and skirt. An intricately patterned crown of Dalish make lies atop their head, crossing this way and that but is overall beautiful. The magisters and governmental figures stand and bow politely. Alarian goes up the steps and sits in their throne, though small, they cast a large commanding, regal presence. Zevran and Morrigan stand to the left and Leliana stands to the right. "Who are you to approach The Queen? State your names and titles if you please, then we will begin with discussions." Leliana says diplomatically. They stand and approach the stone throne, the light streaming in from the stained glass window behind and onto the cold stone floor. "I am Dexas Malleus, of Minroathous. And I am Hamrath Aerona of Trevis..." And so the Officals went around and said their names and titles. Leliana nodded "very well, welcome magisters. I am Leliana. To my left is Zevran Arainai, Of the Anitivan Crows, and Morrigan, the Witch of the Wilds. And I'm guessing you know who the one on the throne is?" Alarian giggles at this and smiles. Zevran puts a finger to his lips as a signal and Ali goes back to their stony stillness. Green eyes piercing gaze, the magisters begin to feel uneasy. Morrigan continues "But if you do not. This is Alarian Surana, also known as Cousland. First of their name, Queen of Tevinter, and The Dales. Ruler of Elvhen. Grey Warden, and Warden Commander. They go by They/Them pronouns and you are HIGHLY recommended to use such when talking about them." Zevran snorts quietly and whispers something, Morrigan then shoots him a look and gives him a slight smack on the shoulder. Alarian then rises slowly "shall we talk in the meeting room?" They say giving a look around the room. Then gathers their skirts and leads down the steps and goes into a hallway off the right of the chamber. The guard opens a large double door to a meeting room. It's walls are lined with exquisite antiquities from Tevinter, Antiva, Fereldan, and beyond. In the center is a large table. The group enters and sits. "You know why you are here?" Alarian asks their guests. One of them shrugs, another rolls his eyes. "You are here to talk about The Slaves." Ali says firmly. "What about them?" One asks leaning back in his chair. "For over 400 years my people have been captive. We've lost our home, you've terrorized and murdered us. And for what? It's as simple as a word...hate. Ghettos, Aliangages, Slums. Those are what we live in, at least in other countries. But here, here there is not even an ounce of freedom. You are an elvish child born into slavery and captivity, hurt and mutiliated. Killed if you can't keep up. If you are a Mage child, born or sold a slave, you are killed in infancy, even if it's just a suspicion. It's wrong." The magisters listen intently then say "what, you want us to let em all go?!" They say incredulous. Alarian purses their lips "well? If that were possible, I'd say yes. But tis not as such. But what I do suggest, is you treat them better." The magisters nod. "Will you do this? Or else, we'll have a VERY BIG problem. And by problem I mean I will send the wrath of God down upon you. Done it before, can do it again. Fight me." Alarian says and then swiftly exits the room. The three advisors then all look confusedly at each other then the officials. "Well, that concludes the meeting I guess. " Morrigan muses. The officials then stand and a guard ushers them out. As the magisters leave the castle they see a small glimpse of red velvet flashing by a window, blond hair and then a pale face, with green eyes, they flash. The magister a blink, and the figure is no more.

Spooky spooky spooky oooooooo

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