and, as some princess might, she still calls him a knight ( closed )

[elegiaque]

WHO: Gwenaëlle Vauquelin and Cullen Rutherford
WHAT: Sad jerks.
WHEN: Currentish.
WHERE: Kirkwall, near the docks.
NOTES: Warnings TBA if necessary.

It isn't difficult to find out where Cullen is spending his days, now they're in Kirkwall; he is a rather visible force in the Inquisition, perhaps the most visible now he's here and the rest of the leadership remains in Skyhold. A few questions asked by - not her, actually, but by Yva, a maid prepared to understand that none of her lady's whims should be ignored if any of her lady's ill-temper is to be appeased. Yva locates the space he's using at the docks, digs the wine out of the trunk to which it was relegated, makes the arrangements that her lady be escorted safely from the Gallows -

and Gwenaëlle is very nearly in something that resembles 'not the worst of humors' when she sweeps unannounced into Cullen's office space and wiggles the bottle between his face and whatever much less interesting paper he was poring over a moment ago.

"This cost my lord a small fortune," she informs him, "and I cannot drink it alone."

She has ulterior motives, but -

He probably needs a break, anyway.