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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3148100" data-attributes="member: 3448">The Archducal household dressed in some of its finest clothing.  Alistair avoided particularly formal clothes but made sure that he looked his absolute, most dashing best.  Dame Brionna turned herself out in a formal uniform over brightly polished armor, while Mahler wore an elegant but unadorned black outfit.Kit was worrying over her clothes, clearly not enjoying the process at all, when Dame Brionna asked, “Are you sure you want to attend the dinner?”“I’ve already been over this with Alistair.  Of course I don’t want to, but I have to.  I need to be able to read her thoughts and feed them back to Alistair in case there is a threat.”“Yes, but that’s not what I meant.  Are you sure you wouldn’t rather watch from the passageways within the walls.  That’s where most of the guards will be stationed; you could simply join them.”Kit’s face lit up at the prospect.  She quickly changed back into her functional leathers and took up a position in the hidden passageways.Aunt Cecilia arrived shortly before the scheduled start of the dinner, dressed in a rather overwrought pink confection.  She smiled absently at Alistair and his friends, leaving them to only hope that she was having a good day and would not be too embarrassing.  Still, they needed her assessment of the guest of honor too much to keep her away.When all the preparations had been completed, a chamberlain entered and announced formally, “Her Highness, the Princess Kaitlyn Rehbah of Stormreach.”A tall, strongly boned and tomboyish woman strode purposefully into the room and curtsied deeply.  She had long blond hair tied back, deep blue eyes, and her smile displayed fine teeth.  Alistair noted with disappointment that “strong” and “handsome” were words that fitted her better than “beautiful” or “alluring” ever would, but she was not unattractive.  Princess Kaitlyn  curtsied deeply.  “Thank you, your grace, for honoring me with this dinner.”  She had brought no retinue with her, and adopted the manners of a lesser noble greeting a greater noble.  Despite her formal rank, she followed the reality that she was a supplicant at the court of a much more powerful potential ally.Alistair glanced at Aunt Cecilia, who was smiling placidly, and at Dame Brionna, who lowered her holy symbol without comment, and then swept forward.  “It is our pleasure and honor, your highness.”  He executed a courtly, carefully measured bow, and then kissed her hand in greeting.</blockquote>

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