Alistair Theirin
King of Ferelden
Canon Character
Noble
Grey Warden
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((18 Cloudreach, 35 Dragon – Late morning; @Constance Theirin ))
Alistair had eaten breakfast alone, slaking his hunger thoroughly before his scheduled brunch with Constance. It was a habit he'd gotten into quite early in his reign when he knew he'd be dining with normal people. They might not say anything to his face, but the sight of Ferelden's monarch bolting down his meal like a starving wolf would have tongues wagging in parlors across the kingdom.
A couple more weeks would be needed before dining outside before midday would be comfortable, but the solarium remained a pleasant alternative. He rose from his chair as Constance arrived with her escort of guards, moving to greet her and lifting her hand to his lips for a kiss. He still had no idea what the tenor of their physical relationship would be (and no real notion of how to broach the subject), but that gesture seemed to convey an appropriate degree of respect and friendly affection.
“You look lovely today,” he remarked as he escorted her to her chair and pulled it out for her. Small talk had never been his strong point, but Donal had assured him that compliments about a woman's looks would always be well received, particularly when she had put an effort into her appearance. And Constance always made it a point to never look less than her best.
Alistair had eaten breakfast alone, slaking his hunger thoroughly before his scheduled brunch with Constance. It was a habit he'd gotten into quite early in his reign when he knew he'd be dining with normal people. They might not say anything to his face, but the sight of Ferelden's monarch bolting down his meal like a starving wolf would have tongues wagging in parlors across the kingdom.
A couple more weeks would be needed before dining outside before midday would be comfortable, but the solarium remained a pleasant alternative. He rose from his chair as Constance arrived with her escort of guards, moving to greet her and lifting her hand to his lips for a kiss. He still had no idea what the tenor of their physical relationship would be (and no real notion of how to broach the subject), but that gesture seemed to convey an appropriate degree of respect and friendly affection.
“You look lovely today,” he remarked as he escorted her to her chair and pulled it out for her. Small talk had never been his strong point, but Donal had assured him that compliments about a woman's looks would always be well received, particularly when she had put an effort into her appearance. And Constance always made it a point to never look less than her best.
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