“I’ve heard about you,” Josephine says, smiling. Leliana, actually, told her about you. You don’t need to know that, though. “A pleasure.”

She’s acting like this is a business meeting, like she’s not meeting her betrothed. Josephine wanted to marry for love, but she understands politics far more. If marrying you will help secure her family name, she’ll do it. There’s little she wouldn’t do.

“Come, we should eat,” she says. “You’ve traveled quite a distance.”