The Heroine of Ferelden

Ch: 5

After leaving the guestroom, Elra entered her room clapped her hands, her maids swiftly entered the room, bringing with them a simple yet elegant gown that shimmered subtly in the morning light. They began the familiar ritual of removing her heavy armor, peeling away the layers of metal that had protected her in countless battles. Despite her warrior spirit, Elra found a sense of comfort in this pampering, allowing herself to be enveloped in the warmth of their care.

As they bathed her, the gentle splash of water was both refreshing and grounding.
The maids were applying pastes and ointments carefully. They make sure to not be rough on the skin especially on her minor scars area. It took lots of supplies of pastes and ointments to apply on her large body especially her massive bosom, hips, and leg.

Maids enjoyed working on her lush long raven hair with curls.

She couldn't help but reflect on how different her life had become since joining the Grey Wardens. Once a city elf from the alienage, she now stood on the precipice of power, adorned in finery that symbolized her status as the overlord of Ferelden. Yet even amidst her rise, her thoughts turned to Leliana, who had so effortlessly woven joy and mischief into their conversations.

"How does she manage to speak to me so freely?" Elra pondered as the maids dried her off. This drying process took lots of hands and towels. After that she was tucked into the flowing fabric of the gown. The soft material hugged her curvy figure, accentuating her femininity while allowing her to retain an air of authority. Elra admired her reflection in the mirror; the gown framed her shapely body and complemented her full lips and large, expressive eyes.

Elra couldn't shake the image of Leliana from her mind. Despite the danger that surrounded them, Leliana always seemed untouched, her charm and cleverness acting as shields. Perhaps it was her confidence, or the fact that she never hesitated to speak her mind, that kept her safe. Elra admired her friend's ability to navigate the treacherous waters of court life while still maintaining her sense of self.

"Maybe I could learn a thing or two from her," Elra mused, a small smile creeping onto her face. As the maids finished adjusting her gown, Elra felt a sense of resolve build within her. It was time to embrace her new reality, both as a leader and as a woman.

With a final nod to her reflection, she steeled herself for the meeting with the queen's messenger, ready to face whatever news awaited her with the same courage she had shown in battle. After all, the world was changing, and so was she.