Seifer can’t help the little flinch at that accusatory ‘you’ from her, or the glare that snaps across his face immediately after.

“Ever heard of the word ‘please’ or ‘hello’, Your Majesty?” He says all sarcasm, reaching to make sure she doesn’t topple the pile of books. “What in Hyne’s name do you need… “Ferelden Frost Flowers: A Study of Crystal Patterns In Snowflakes And Frost Coverings Both Conjured and Natural” so bad for? It’s got shit illustrations compared to the one out of Orlais who’s using them for embroidery patterns twenty years ago.”