Ah I can see it now:
Upon arriving to Skyhold to visit.
Mia: Oh for the love of the maker, Cullen?!
Cullen:...what?
Mia: You're hair! What did you do to it?
Cullen: I was tired of the curls.
Mia: So you copied the king's style instead?
Cullen: I did no such thing!
Mia: *scoffs, makes a move to fix his hair*
Cullen: *back away slowly*
Inquisitor:...it's a pleasure to meet you?
Hahahaa!! I also wrote a little fanfic about this, I posted a few days ago. Putting under spoiler tag because of length.
Suddenly a gleam of royal red and worn silver caught her eye as Cullen came striding down the carpet towards her. Evelyn lifted her head, a smile flitting across her lips. His eyes were narrowed, cheeks flushed, no doubt from a swift walk from his office. "Inquisitor," he said his voice sliding into her like a steel blade, all traces of adoration from the night before only echoes bouncing off the far recesses of her mind. Evelyn loved entering power mode just as much as he and immediately slid into her mental armor.
Mimicking his tone, she replied, "Yes, Commander?"
"The convicted today was another one of my men back in Kirkwall, so I am taking over Lady Montilyet's position again," he said.
"Very well," Evelyn beckoned towards the guards at the double doors. "Bring in the accused."
The guards threw open the wide doors and dragged a man adorned from head to foot in iron chains towards the inquisitor. Ignoring the muffled gasps from the audience, Cullen announced the man's crimes. "Ser Keran, you are hereby convicted for the felonies of possession and distribution of raw red lyrium and the murders of a hundred innocent civilians," he gritted his teeth as his voice twisted from formality to loathing. "I gave you a chance to redeem yourself after the incident with the demon, a mercy not many would have granted. And yet you abused that privilege! Was it really worth it, Keran? Have you made your family proud?" Keran glared at Cullen with the utmost hatred, his eyes bloodshot from the lyrium that coursed through his veins.
"Your fate is now in the hands of the-"
"CULLEN. STANTON. RUTHERFORD. YOU NUG HUMPING BASTARD."
The onlookers' gazes abruptly shifted from the accused to the front door. A woman in modest garments stormed down the center of the hall, finger wagging, profanities bursting from her mouth. The guards at the entrance raced frantically to catch up with her. "We're sorry, Herald! We tried to stop her, but she threatened to write our mothers, she did!"
Evelyn stood up. "What is going on here?!" she demanded. Then she noticed Cullen. His hand that had so firmly grasped the conviction papers before now laid limp, and his cheeks were stark white as his eyes widened in recognition. Just as the woman was about to attack, the guards pinned her arms, restraining her futile struggles.
"Maker's breath, Mia!" Cullen said, all signs of power eradicated from his countenance.
"Oh you remember me, do you?" She spat. "After so long I was beginning to think you had forgotten!" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I didn't-" Cullen stammered.
"No of course you didn't! Didn't think to right back to your poor dear sister after the countless letters I've sent! Here you are condemning a man for his crimes! Well in my eyes you are just as guilty as he is. What kind of brother are you?"
Cullen winced.
"Brother....?" Evelyn said incredulously. "Cullen, this is your sister?"
"Andraste's flaming knickers, I am." his sister replied still struggling.
"You poor dear!" Evelyn exclaimed. "Guards! Release this woman. That is no way to treat our guest!" She held out her hand towards Mia. "Please, come. Let me find you a guest chamber to freshen up in. You must have had a long journey."
Ripping her arms from the guards, Mia spat out her tongue at Cullen and followed Evelyn.
"Inquisitor!" Cullen said, looking like a lost puppy. "What about the templar....?" He pointed to Keran who had managed to free himself from two of his chains during the chaos.
Casually waving her arm she said, "Lock him away in the dungeon. I have no time for this." She stopped at the doorway and turned. "Oh and Commander."
He gulped. "Yes, Herald?"
"I would freshen up as well. We're going to have dinner with your sister. I'm sure she has much to share," she winked and shut the door.
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(sorry Anders 
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