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Ngh...I don't think I grasp the concept of taking a break...Because I was playing DA2 and then suddenly...FIONA IN A WEDDING DRESS! I'm not sure if I like this piece now...blah. Also, here's mini fan-fic to accompany this.

Fiona stood in front of giant mirror, in what soon will be her and her husband's bedrrom. It seemed she's been standing like that, looking at her reflection, for what seemed like hours, when in reality, it has only been two minutes. Her hair was tied up in a simple hair style, she was wearing peach colored dress, which originally had more riffles to it, but she ordered then removed. She was holding a bouquet consisting of different flowers, mostly roses. Most important aspect of this all was viscountess crown that she was wearing. Today the alliance between Stakhaven and Kirkwall will be strengthened by a political marriage between Viscountess of Kirkwall and prince of Starkhaven, althought to Fiona this marriage meant more than politics. She didn't care for politics. She wouldn't even be involved with politics had she not sided with templars. She did not understand any of it, yet she wanted to help Kirkwall to recover from Meridith's tyranny. There's bright side in everything after all. Fiona eyed her self up and down in the mirror and frowned. Why does she have to wear a dress, while Sebastian gets to wear a fancy armor? Why can't he be in a dress? All this seemed too elaborate for her tastes. This whole day was spent with maids running around her just so they could tie her hair up nicely and fix up the fold on her dress. Fiona sighed and set the bouquet down on the bed. She held up the massive skirt of her wedding dress and walked on the balcony. It was a beautiful sunny day. She closed her eyes and spread her arms feeling the breeze on her skin. It was a good day for sword practice, not marriage. She took a deep breath. Yes, two handed sword practise. She'll do that after. She'll smash some training dummies to pieces. But first she'll put this bulky thing of a wedding dress on one of them. She walked back in to the room, nearly falling over, as the dress tangled around her feet.
" Son of a bleeding archdemon..." She cursed as she fixed the skirt. She walked up to the mirror again. Even though she thought she looks rediculous in a dress, she was very happy about today, yet she felt sad that her brother, mother and sister weren't here, to see how happy she is. Her mother would've been proud. She'd excalim how happy she is, and she'd cry how fast her baby grew up. Fiona bit her lower lip, trying not to cry. She suddenly missed all those little things, that'd embarrass her before. Carver would grump, that he has to wear fancy clothes, while Bethany would be first in line to catch the boquet. She closed her eyes and smiled, imagining how she'd fight with other girls for it. She grabbed the bouquet of the bed and looked at her self again. She looked beautiful and happy. Knock on the door inturrupted her thoughts," Missere, are you ready?" And elven girl asked as she opened a door.
" Yes. The sooner I marry the sooner I can burn this dress." Fiona said as she walked towards the door trying not to trip on the skirt again.
" I don't think Prince would like that."
" Well, he can certainly help me burn it, if he think I'll keep him out of the fun!" Fiona chuckled, as she stepped behind the door, towards her new life.

Tl;dr, Fiona in a wedding dress. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't mind skirts. She hates the bulky dresses

I can't write worth damn 8D

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Ngh...I don't think I grasp the concept of taking a break...Because I was playing DA2 and then suddenly...FIONA IN A WEDDING DRESS! I'm not sure if I like this piece now...blah. Also, here's mini fan-fic to accompany this.

Fiona stood in front of giant mirror, in what soon will be her and her husband's bedrrom. It seemed she's been standing like that, looking at her reflection, for what seemed like hours, when in reality, it has only been two minutes. Her hair was tied up in a simple hair style, she was wearing peach colored dress, which originally had more riffles to it, but she ordered then removed. She was holding a bouquet consisting of different flowers, mostly roses. Most important aspect of this all was viscountess crown that she was wearing. Today the alliance between Stakhaven and Kirkwall will be strengthened by a political marriage between Viscountess of Kirkwall and prince of Starkhaven, althought to Fiona this marriage meant more than politics. She didn't care for politics. She wouldn't even be involved with politics had she not sided with templars. She did not understand any of it, yet she wanted to help Kirkwall to recover from Meridith's tyranny. There's bright side in everything after all. Fiona eyed her self up and down in the mirror and frowned. Why does she have to wear a dress, while Sebastian gets to wear a fancy armor? Why can't he be in a dress? All this seemed too elaborate for her tastes. This whole day was spent with maids running around her just so they could tie her hair up nicely and fix up the fold on her dress. Fiona sighed and set the bouquet down on the bed. She held up the massive skirt of her wedding dress and walked on the balcony. It was a beautiful sunny day. She closed her eyes and spread her arms feeling the breeze on her skin. It was a good day for sword practice, not marriage. She took a deep breath. Yes, two handed sword practise. She'll do that after. She'll smash some training dummies to pieces. But first she'll put this bulky thing of a wedding dress on one of them. She walked back in to the room, nearly falling over, as the dress tangled around her feet.
" Son of a bleeding archdemon..." She cursed as she fixed the skirt. She walked up to the mirror again. Even though she thought she looks rediculous in a dress, she was very happy about today, yet she felt sad that her brother, mother and sister weren't here, to see how happy she is. Her mother would've been proud. She'd excalim how happy she is, and she'd cry how fast her baby grew up. Fiona bit her lower lip, trying not to cry. She suddenly missed all those little things, that'd embarrass her before. Carver would grump, that he has to wear fancy clothes, while Bethany would be first in line to catch the boquet. She closed her eyes and smiled, imagining how she'd fight with other girls for it. She grabbed the bouquet of the bed and looked at her self again. She looked beautiful and happy. Knock on the door inturrupted her thoughts," Missere, are you ready?" And elven girl asked as she opened a door.
" Yes. The sooner I marry the sooner I can burn this dress." Fiona said as she walked towards the door trying not to trip on the skirt again.
" I don't think Prince would like that."
" Well, he can certainly help me burn it, if he think I'll keep him out of the fun!" Fiona chuckled, as she stepped behind the door, towards her new life.

Tl;dr, Fiona in a wedding dress. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't mind skirts. She hates the bulky dresses

I can't write worth damn 8D