On the arm of Aleron, Bethany had not gone for a 'please don't see me' route. Instead, she had gone out of her way to be noticed on the arm of her beloved. Wearing a golden gown, with green ribbons in her dark curls, she glowed with a smile as bright as any candle in the room. She carefully matched her escort, and the effect actually got them a few nods of Orlesian approval, as strange as that was. That diminished when they heard her Fereldan accent, then appeared once more when she gave her title.

Grey Warden, and a Hawke? She was an interesting person to talk to. Or at least, be seen with.

Which meant she got to hear a great deal of gossip, up, and around her. Not to mention drawing the attention away from some of their other more subtle agents. She was glad to do all of it.