The Heroine of Ferelden

Ch: 14

The air in the camp was filled with a sense of relief and triumph. The glow of the victory hung over everyone, and Elra’s army was in high spirits. They had succeeded in dismantling Lord Eamon’s supply lines and destroying his camps, forcing him and his apostate ally to retreat to their stronghold.

A bonfire was lit in the center of the camp, casting a warm, flickering light across the tents. Soldiers, companions, and even the camp followers joined in the impromptu celebration. Food and drink were passed around, and laughter filled the air.

Leliana gestured for Elra to follow her, and the two made their way to Leliana's tent. Upon arrival, they found Des, the city elf, waiting patiently outside. He quickly moved to assist, helping both women remove their armor and placing it neatly on the table. His movements were smooth and efficient, and once he was done, he offered them their beverages.

Pleased with his service, Leliana playfully patted him on his backside, a sign of approval. Des, without showing any surprise, bowed his head slightly and left the tent quietly.

Elra watched him go, then turned to Leliana, a smirk playing on her lips.

Elra: "You've really trained him well."

Leliana smiled, a satisfied glint in her eyes.

Leliana: "It wasn’t too hard. Des needed a little guidance, and now, well, he’s everything I wanted him to be."

The two women shared a quiet moment of amusement, the atmosphere between them warm after the hard-fought victories.

After their brief conversation, Leliana moved to her chest at the corner of the tent and opened it. She carefully took out a beautiful peach-colored dress, one that was neither too short nor too large, but perfectly fitting. With a knowing smile, she handed it to Elra.

Leliana: "Here, I thought this would suit the occasion."

Elra took the dress, inspecting it with curiosity. "Occasion?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Elra: "Did you set me up with someone?"

Leliana nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, a minor lord. He played an important role in our mission today. I thought it would be... productive for you to meet him."

Elra paused, then shrugged. "I don't mind," she replied, slipping into the dress without further protest. The garment hugged her form elegantly, its soft fabric complementing her strong features.

Once dressed, Elra gave herself a quick glance in the mirror, smoothing down the fabric before heading toward another tent to meet this minor lord.

Elra stepped into the tent and found the minor lord standing by a table, his posture relaxed yet commanding. He was a middle-aged widower, but time had been kind to him. His features were strong, with sharp eyes and a confident stance, making him quite a looker despite his years.

He turned to her as she entered, his gaze appreciative but respectful.

Lord: "Lady Elra, it’s an honor to finally meet you. I've heard much about your successes."

Elra gave a polite nod, her expression measured but warm. "Thank you, my lord. I hear you played an important role in today's victory."

Their conversation flowed easily, neither too formal nor too familiar. They spoke of the recent skirmishes, the strategic importance of certain strongholds, and the challenges they both had faced in their respective roles. There was an underlying respect between them, both aware of the delicate balance of power and necessity that often accompanied such meetings.

The cordial atmosphere continued, with neither pressing too deeply into personal matters, though the mutual admiration was apparent.