Susan was accustomed to being treated as the queen she was in Narnia. This, the best she could hope for was minor nobility though she realized she didn't fit in amongst Fereldan's nobility and she hadn't had the accent to fit in with Orlesian.

Maybe the Free Marches would be a better match for her accent?

But there was time enough to consider that later. She needed to remain in the here and now, no else would allow her to be alert to all of her circumstances, filing them away for later. There was a reason why she was her siblings' weapon of last resort and it wasn't a pleasant one.

In British accented Orlesian, she replied "What would you recommend as far as red wines and charcuterie boards? I'm in the mood for both and," she said slightly archly, "for company."