Beleth stared at the invitation for several minutes after getting it. She flipped it around, over and over, inspecting it for any sign of forgery. But she's pretty sure that she hasn't pissed off anyone who's this good at forgery, if that is what it is. She's tempted, after that, to ignore it. To stuff it in a side drawer and pretend she never saw it and shrug and look stupid if anyone ever questions it.

However, as terrifying as Vivienne is to face, Beleth imagines her to be even more terrifying to cross. Ignoring an explicit invitation probably counts as crossing her. So, Beleth shows up, exactly five minutes early, in her best dress (though she's well aware it probably cost as much as Vivienne's makeup alone).

Upon seeing Vivienne, she'll duck her head--despite everything, that's as much of a bow as she's planning on giving anyone not of the People any time soon. "Madame Vivienne. It's an honor." She murmured, eyes low. She tried to remember what it was that she's heard about the woman. The most basic facts were easy enough to obtain--the Empress' personal enchanter, last leader of the loyal mages, and someone that, if allowed, would snap the circles into place so fast heads would spin.

Maybe this was about her little escapade with the Templar meeting. Creators forbid.