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The party was anything but modest and considering the time Josephine had to get it ready, Maxwell Trevelyan was impressed. Nobility from all over Thedas had managed to arrive and were scattered across the main hall, laughing and chatting as they feasted. Max scanned the room, noting the relaxation in each of his companions' postures. They deserved it. His eyes fell on Cassandra, who was standing removed from the main bustle of the celebration. She sipped a glass of wine and was watching the room with an intensity Maxwell had come to love. Her eyes immediately locked onto his as he moved toward her and he smirked as a sight blush colored her face.
“You don’t want to listen to the nobility sing your praise?” He asked.
Cassandra scoffed. “Not particularly, they seem more interested in you anyways.”
Max hummed, clinking his glass against hers.
“Unfortunately for them I’m only interested in one specific guest tonight,” he lowered his voice playfully.
“Lord Trevelyan, we have guests,” she murmured, attempting to hide behind her wine glass.
“And most of them are too drunk to notice. And who cares if they do?” He tilted his head.
“I do,” she muttered. Max frowned slightly, more concerned than upset.
“Why?”
“I can’t help it. After so long as the Divine’s Right Hand and now as a candidate…. I can feel their gazes and judgement. I wish I didn’t care,” she sighed, looking away from him.
Max tilted her chin up.
“Just focus on me then love,” he said softly, holding her gaze. She nodded and he could see her considering something, before she pulled him into an intense kiss. Max hummed happily, pulling her flush against him.