Andraste
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Her meeting with the Chancellor was the talk of the galaxy now. Tabloids and media ate it up, and there were countless photos and videos of her leaving and entering the building to meet with the Chancellor. There were even some pictures of the Chancellor himself looking more than a little uncomfortable. Andraste had learned to pay the media no heed, though it did amuse her occasionally. She had a copy of a high profile magazine in her hand, spotting her face on the cover, “They never get my nice angle,” Andraste sighed, “I swear this side makes me look chubby.”
She shook her head, sipping from a caf in her hand before she went into meet with a member of House Ulgo. Andraste brought her most diplomatically savvy husband with her for the task, the other two taking on tasks that were better suited to their roles. She turned to Cregan and grinned, “If you told me a few years ago that I would be playing politics, I would have laughed in your face. Now here I am talking to Chancellors and House officials.”
Andraste was adorned in a rich, blue dress. It was a nice change from her usual black, and she even wore some jewelry. Truthfully she missed Alderaan. She and Siris had a small apartment on the planet since her very early Alais days. They had to leave that place behind as the Empire grew and things became rocky with the Republic.
Her steps took her towards an ornate mansion. Andraste thought about how to best approach this with tact. She knew when to use intimidation and when to use diplomacy, and this one definitely called for the latter. If she crossed any lines, she knew Cregan would be there to smooth things over. She strode up to knock on the door, grinning at him, “Ready, honey?”
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