It's almost baffling, just how fast Beleth goes from a pleasant smile, to nearly trembling with anger as she rounds to Elros. He's got over a foot on her, but that doesn't stop her from sticking her finger in his face and glowering.

"We are not a conquered people!" It's just below a shout, and catches the attention of some of the nearby nobles, who glance over with curious whispers. Beleth knows that she's fucked up, but the anger of centuries weighs too heavy for her to care. The one acknowledgement that they're in the middle of court is that she lowers her voice to a hissing whisper, losing none of her vitriol.

"How dare you, human, to look at me and say that your race conquered mine. You know what breeds hatred? Genocide! Genocide breeds hatred! The Dalish escaped enslavement once, and we swore: never again. The humans have tried to wipe us out, break us, torture us--but we are the last of the Elvhenan, and never again shall we submit. They can kill us, down to the last child, and we will not be conquered."

SIt's not entirely Elros' fault, really. He just managed to stomp right on one of Beleth--and the Dalish's--biggest sore points.