Recent content by Josephine Montilyet

It was a measure of just how thoroughly the current situation had consumed Josephine’s thoughts that she had to ask Sati about their departure time. Schedules and itineraries were normally something she was quite meticulous about, and she had to wonder just how much else was being affected by...

If Sati found Josephine’s request odd, she gave no sign. “Of course,” she replied immediately, regarding the display with mild interest. “I know little of the construction of such things, but it is pleasing to look at. I am sure your cousin’s daughter would appreciate it greatly.” A gently...

After the deadly encounter, Josephine had spent weeks mired in guilt and fear, sure that every knock on the door had been the guard come to arrest her. Her sleep had been broken by nightmares where she saw him fall over and over, her outstretched hand slipping through his brocade doublet like...

If Sati was surprised or disapproving of Josephine’s youthful foray into the world of bardic machinations, she gave no sign, listening in respectful silence, humor glinting faintly in the violet eyes as she hinted at the amorous encounters that had accompanied the intrigue, then fading as the...

It was ridiculous, possibly even dangerous, to allow herself to feel safe in Sati’s presence, when in all likelihood it was her own presence that was putting the Inquisitor in danger. But walking with her hand tucked into the crook of the other woman’s arm, Josephine did feel safe, logic arguing...

Sati lowered the messenger until his feet touched the floor, then released her grip, but her features remained set in planes of stone. He seemed unaffected, straightening his clothes as though they had been mussed by the wind. “I don’t understand.” The Vashoth stepped back a bit, crossing her...

Mention of the future that she and Dorian had been transported to darkened Sati’s countenance, but Josephine had little doubt that the similarities had been haunting the other woman. When they had returned - a journey that had taken them days, but only spanned a second or two for the onlookers...

Sati had held her peace throughout the exchange, her expression giving no clue to her thoughts, but Josephine had been embarrassed that her practical and honorable friend should be exposed to the seamy underbelly of Orlesian and Antivan high society, where retaining an assassin was done with as...

That the Inquisition would challenge this Corypheus went without saying, as terrifying as the notion was to Josephine. She had known - in theory - that whoever had been responsible for the Breach must command powerful magics, but the reality of it had been beyond her worst imaginings. Even...

Everything about involving Sati in this situation felt wrong. Even if it was not a trap intended to lure her from Skyhold, to have the Inquisitor intervene on a purely personal matter simply to give bragging rights to a minor noble went against every rule of etiquette and protocol that Josephine...

Being optimistic was a long-cultivated habit for Josephine. From brokering diplomatic agreements to struggling to reverse her family’s dwindling fortune, she put on a brave face in public, only allowing her doubts to emerge once she was alone. In the Inquisition, only Leliana had generally been...

Josephine abhorred violence, had always believed fervently that diplomacy and communication could in most cases render it unnecessary. Finding herself in an organization whose chief function was martial had been both disconcerting and disheartening, but of course, demons could not be negotiated...

Josephine had been aware of Solas staying close, but she remained unsure of how to deal with someone who spoke of interacting with spirits as casually as she spoke of speaking with diplomats. Add to that the odd young man - Cole - who had appeared in advance of the attack on Haven, and the...

Josephine was regretting making her request as soon as the words left her lips, not because she feared that the Inquiitor would not help her, but because she knew that she would. From the beginning, Sati Adaar had shown herself willing to assist any in need, regardless of how trivial the task...

“The night is long And the path is dark Look to the sky For one day soon The dawn will come.” The last strains of the refrain died away, but the echoes of scores of voices united in song thrummed in the still mountain air for several seconds longer, tapering out into a silence that felt almost...