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It had only been a few days since his first day guarding the younger Valaoritis brother, and it had already been an eventful one. He knew that he had to report what had happened to the Baron. The man-child climbed out a window and scaled down a wall all just get away from his house arrest. It was a ludicrous day, one that ended with what Daxos thought to an amicable truce between the two men. He had hoped that this meeting would be a brief meeting, not daring to take up much of the Baron's time. It was a rough time for the people of Colchis after losing their king.
He waited patiently outside of the Baron's office for many moments. His throat was dry and his nerves were beginning to wrack him. He knew with one quick word the baron could have his military career halted and he'd be stuck as a perpetual soldier. He didn't want to be the bottom rung of the ladder anymore, he knew he could achieve much more as someone who could command. At least, he hoped he could be.
When he was allowed inside he bowed his head to Timaeus, "My lord." He raised his head up and stood there looking at the baron for many moments. He opened his mouth to speak for many moments before he was able to say anything, "I have come to report on your brother my lord."
Taking a deep breath he began, "First day on the job was quite an eventful day. Your brother was not happy to have me. He slammed the door in my face and climbed out of his window and down the wall to escape me. I followed him out the window and onto the streets below. I had to chase the young lord around for a few hours before catching up to him and returning him back to the manor."
The soldier took another deep breath before continuing, "I also was rough in handling your brother, I may have bruised his ribs in my attempt to tackle him to get him under control. After returning to the manor I also had a talk with your brother over a pitcher of wine. I know that you made the decree that he was not to have any so I will take any punishment you give me. But there hasn't been any major incident since."
Daxos stood at attention before Timaeus waiting for his reply. He would take any punishment that came his way. He knew he broke the rules regarding the Baron's decree, but he did sympathize with the poor lad. No man feels okay being locked up in his own home. "If I may be so bold, could I speak openly about my thoughts on the matter? I promise to be brief."
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It had only been a few days since his first day guarding the younger Valaoritis brother, and it had already been an eventful one. He knew that he had to report what had happened to the Baron. The man-child climbed out a window and scaled down a wall all just get away from his house arrest. It was a ludicrous day, one that ended with what Daxos thought to an amicable truce between the two men. He had hoped that this meeting would be a brief meeting, not daring to take up much of the Baron's time. It was a rough time for the people of Colchis after losing their king.
He waited patiently outside of the Baron's office for many moments. His throat was dry and his nerves were beginning to wrack him. He knew with one quick word the baron could have his military career halted and he'd be stuck as a perpetual soldier. He didn't want to be the bottom rung of the ladder anymore, he knew he could achieve much more as someone who could command. At least, he hoped he could be.
When he was allowed inside he bowed his head to Timaeus, "My lord." He raised his head up and stood there looking at the baron for many moments. He opened his mouth to speak for many moments before he was able to say anything, "I have come to report on your brother my lord."
Taking a deep breath he began, "First day on the job was quite an eventful day. Your brother was not happy to have me. He slammed the door in my face and climbed out of his window and down the wall to escape me. I followed him out the window and onto the streets below. I had to chase the young lord around for a few hours before catching up to him and returning him back to the manor."
The soldier took another deep breath before continuing, "I also was rough in handling your brother, I may have bruised his ribs in my attempt to tackle him to get him under control. After returning to the manor I also had a talk with your brother over a pitcher of wine. I know that you made the decree that he was not to have any so I will take any punishment you give me. But there hasn't been any major incident since."
Daxos stood at attention before Timaeus waiting for his reply. He would take any punishment that came his way. He knew he broke the rules regarding the Baron's decree, but he did sympathize with the poor lad. No man feels okay being locked up in his own home. "If I may be so bold, could I speak openly about my thoughts on the matter? I promise to be brief."
It had only been a few days since his first day guarding the younger Valaoritis brother, and it had already been an eventful one. He knew that he had to report what had happened to the Baron. The man-child climbed out a window and scaled down a wall all just get away from his house arrest. It was a ludicrous day, one that ended with what Daxos thought to an amicable truce between the two men. He had hoped that this meeting would be a brief meeting, not daring to take up much of the Baron's time. It was a rough time for the people of Colchis after losing their king.
He waited patiently outside of the Baron's office for many moments. His throat was dry and his nerves were beginning to wrack him. He knew with one quick word the baron could have his military career halted and he'd be stuck as a perpetual soldier. He didn't want to be the bottom rung of the ladder anymore, he knew he could achieve much more as someone who could command. At least, he hoped he could be.
When he was allowed inside he bowed his head to Timaeus, "My lord." He raised his head up and stood there looking at the baron for many moments. He opened his mouth to speak for many moments before he was able to say anything, "I have come to report on your brother my lord."
Taking a deep breath he began, "First day on the job was quite an eventful day. Your brother was not happy to have me. He slammed the door in my face and climbed out of his window and down the wall to escape me. I followed him out the window and onto the streets below. I had to chase the young lord around for a few hours before catching up to him and returning him back to the manor."
The soldier took another deep breath before continuing, "I also was rough in handling your brother, I may have bruised his ribs in my attempt to tackle him to get him under control. After returning to the manor I also had a talk with your brother over a pitcher of wine. I know that you made the decree that he was not to have any so I will take any punishment you give me. But there hasn't been any major incident since."
Daxos stood at attention before Timaeus waiting for his reply. He would take any punishment that came his way. He knew he broke the rules regarding the Baron's decree, but he did sympathize with the poor lad. No man feels okay being locked up in his own home. "If I may be so bold, could I speak openly about my thoughts on the matter? I promise to be brief."
In the days following the grim discovery in Nethisa, Timaeus was surprised that he had found the time to breathe amid all the chaos that had been unleashed upon his schedule. While Vangelis remained out of Colchis, the throne was vulnerable to usurpation and it was well known that there was one family that was rather eager to claim the crown for their own; the Thanasis. The only thing that stood between their ambitions and the glittering circlet was the combined forces of both the Kotas and Valaoritis households… or more specifically their heads; Zanon and Timaeus.
The two of them had been working tirelessly to ensure a smooth transition from Tython to Vangelis so that Nethis, for she was a much larger threat than the two Thanasi boys combined, would not have the opportunity for any sort of upheaval. This required Timaeus to spend long hours away from his household to assist Zanon in any way that he could. He only returned long enough to sleep before heading back to the Kotas manor to continue tackling the never-ceasing mountain of work to be done.
That was why it was well into the dark hours of the evening before Timaeus could even spare the time to honor Daxos’s request for an audience with him. Normally, he wouldn’t do such a thing for a foot soldier of his unit as he did not have the time to deal with the petty matters they wanted to settle. That was what he had had Maleos and the other Lietenuants for, after all. Yet he was willing to make an exception for his man. Daxos was a man that was well lauded by his superiors for his skills and was a name that had often come up for the possibility of a promotion -- though he had always been passed over for one reason or another. However, now that Tim’s previous prime candidate for a future promotion had been dismissed from the unit in disgrace, he was eager to find the newest Maleos among his men who could both lead the men and fight well.
Daxos may just very well be that man.
Timaeus was testing him for such a position by giving him the difficult assignment of watching after his lustful drunk of a brother. The boy was such a handful that Timaeus was confident that if he could survive this task, he stood a chance of being able to handle portions of the unit. However, Timaeus had been careful to not give any indication of this being his intention so Daxos’s behavior could not be influenced by the prospect of a promotion. As far as he knew, things were going well. Sure, he had heard several complaints from Silanos, but as far as Timaeus was concerned, his option on his babysitter was just about as useful as the excrement from his horse.
So when Daxos himself requested to speak with the Baron, he was interested to hear how things were going as well as slightly nervous as to what could have encouraged Daxos to reach out to him. After all, there were a thousand things the youngest Valaoritis could have subjected the soldier to and all would be enough to encourage the man to ask for reassignment, unknowingly losing his chance at a promotion. The Baron of Eubocris sincerely hoped that this would not be the case as he was quickly running out of men that were considered to be suitable to the position he needed to be filled.
Needless to say, this brief meeting would be rather telling for the future of the Men of Heights, no matter which way it went.
Eager to get on with it and handle whatever Daxos would be bringing to his attention quickly, the Baron waved the man into his office once he had finished sorting through the majority of the tasks for the evening. He nodded curtly in recognition when the soldier entered the room, not bothering to rise from his seat as he motioned to the other side of his messy desk, gesturing for the man should stand in the crowded room. Neatness was never a specialty of the Valaoritis men and it certainly showed in the private office of the Baron. Timaeus rarely let others into the room, lest they judge him for the piles of paper everywhere and empty wine skeins scattered about the space. There was clutter everywhere, but Timaeus did not mind and honestly prefer the small, cozy space with the overflowing desk and roaring fire behind him rather than the large room downstairs that was overwhelming silent without his other advisors and men working as well. Normally, that was where he would have met Daxos, but in these times it would have been too much effort to open the space when the Baron wouldn’t be home long enough to use it. The soldier would just have to deal with seeing the clutter of the Baron’s space.
As Daxos recounted the events of the first day on his brother’s detail, Timaeus remained quiet save for giving the briefest of nods to encourage the man to continue speaking. It didn’t surprise him that Silanos had given the soldier such a rough go of a first day, it seemed pretty on par for the Valaoritis and running away was the boy’s specialty. Though he was pleased to hear that he had settled in recent days.
He didn’t show it outwardly, but Timaeus was both impressed and somewhat irate over the actions Daxos had taken. After all, not every man in his unit would follow his brother out a window and spend forever chasing him down. That was a dedication to orders that Timaeus knew was rare within Colchis, let alone his unit. That alone confirmed that Daxos was a good candidate for a promotion and that Timaeus could place some trust within the man.
Some.
He was certainly not pleased to hear that Daxos had to use physical force in returning his brother. Nor was he thrilled to hear that this soldier had openly flouted the rules that Timaeus had set in place after the disaster of a dinner. Silanos was not to have alcohol so that he may sober up and hopefully prevent the boy from partaking in rather risky behavior. Every drop he got restarted the process of sobering Sil and getting him to see the consequences of his crimes; something that Daxos should not know nor decide what a proper punishment for such would be. That was very strictly within Tim’s domain as head of Silanos’s house and it was out of line for Daxos to be overly rough with a nobleman. These would certainly be marks against him when it came time to consider him for a promotion.
However, to Timaeus’s credit, he waited for the man to finish before he spoke. “ You may,” Timaeus started to say, wondering what the man thought was important to add to what was already revealed, but it came at a price which the Baron made clear, “ But it will not change my mind when it comes to handling this.” His tone was somewhat cold and callous, an act that he had learned to perfect over the past two years, emulating the auras he had seen within his brother and father as they shouldered the burden of being Baron before him. It was no so much of an act anymore and surely Daxos would know that the way he spoke did nothing to help Tim’s reputation of being a tyrant in both his household and province.
“ Although, your efforts to fulfill your orders to guard my brother are truely quite impressive and I would be hardpressed to find a man who would follow them as faithfully as you… You did just admit to disregarding my other orders of what my brother was to have access to, did you not?” He said calmly as his eyes drifted to a nearby skien that was half-full. All this talk of wine made him crave the drink himself, badly.
Unable to resist his dependence on the drink and completely blind to the double standard he was setting for his brother, the man reached for it to refill his goblet. He did not pour a second one for Daxos. It would be highly inappropriate given the circumstances of this meeting.
“ You are a good soldier Daxos. I have heard great things about your skill and although I can forgive the rough treatment of my brother as I know he can be quite a handful,” Timaeus said, choosing to cast aside the lesser crime in this instance as he downed the goblet in between statements, “ I can’t allow for such blatant disregard for my direct instructions especially within my household.” He paused for a moment, thinking of what would be appropriate given the situation at hand. He wasn’t keen on handing down something so harsh in light of what Daxos had done to bring back Sil; it couldn’t be light either. He needed to send a clear message and unfortunately for Daxos, Timaeus knew that the soldier had a family back in their province, allowing for the perfect punishment to fall right into the Baron’s lap.
“ Your leave for the month will be revoked. You will not return to Eubocris but instead, remain here in Midas assisting the garrison on what was previously allotted for your journey home.” He said with a cold tone. Timaeus knew it was somewhat cruel to keep a man from his daughter, but it was the easiest punishment for the both of them and it was severe enough that Daxos would think twice about doing such a thing again. The soldier would not be pleased, but there had to be a consequence for his actions.
However, Timaeus was not a complete monster and once Daxos had a moment for this to sink in, the Baron motioned for the man to speak if he wished. The floor was his and as long as he did not further incriminate himself, there was no reason for Timaeus to not listen to the man who despite the misstep that occurred, still was being considered for Lieutenant.
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In the days following the grim discovery in Nethisa, Timaeus was surprised that he had found the time to breathe amid all the chaos that had been unleashed upon his schedule. While Vangelis remained out of Colchis, the throne was vulnerable to usurpation and it was well known that there was one family that was rather eager to claim the crown for their own; the Thanasis. The only thing that stood between their ambitions and the glittering circlet was the combined forces of both the Kotas and Valaoritis households… or more specifically their heads; Zanon and Timaeus.
The two of them had been working tirelessly to ensure a smooth transition from Tython to Vangelis so that Nethis, for she was a much larger threat than the two Thanasi boys combined, would not have the opportunity for any sort of upheaval. This required Timaeus to spend long hours away from his household to assist Zanon in any way that he could. He only returned long enough to sleep before heading back to the Kotas manor to continue tackling the never-ceasing mountain of work to be done.
That was why it was well into the dark hours of the evening before Timaeus could even spare the time to honor Daxos’s request for an audience with him. Normally, he wouldn’t do such a thing for a foot soldier of his unit as he did not have the time to deal with the petty matters they wanted to settle. That was what he had had Maleos and the other Lietenuants for, after all. Yet he was willing to make an exception for his man. Daxos was a man that was well lauded by his superiors for his skills and was a name that had often come up for the possibility of a promotion -- though he had always been passed over for one reason or another. However, now that Tim’s previous prime candidate for a future promotion had been dismissed from the unit in disgrace, he was eager to find the newest Maleos among his men who could both lead the men and fight well.
Daxos may just very well be that man.
Timaeus was testing him for such a position by giving him the difficult assignment of watching after his lustful drunk of a brother. The boy was such a handful that Timaeus was confident that if he could survive this task, he stood a chance of being able to handle portions of the unit. However, Timaeus had been careful to not give any indication of this being his intention so Daxos’s behavior could not be influenced by the prospect of a promotion. As far as he knew, things were going well. Sure, he had heard several complaints from Silanos, but as far as Timaeus was concerned, his option on his babysitter was just about as useful as the excrement from his horse.
So when Daxos himself requested to speak with the Baron, he was interested to hear how things were going as well as slightly nervous as to what could have encouraged Daxos to reach out to him. After all, there were a thousand things the youngest Valaoritis could have subjected the soldier to and all would be enough to encourage the man to ask for reassignment, unknowingly losing his chance at a promotion. The Baron of Eubocris sincerely hoped that this would not be the case as he was quickly running out of men that were considered to be suitable to the position he needed to be filled.
Needless to say, this brief meeting would be rather telling for the future of the Men of Heights, no matter which way it went.
Eager to get on with it and handle whatever Daxos would be bringing to his attention quickly, the Baron waved the man into his office once he had finished sorting through the majority of the tasks for the evening. He nodded curtly in recognition when the soldier entered the room, not bothering to rise from his seat as he motioned to the other side of his messy desk, gesturing for the man should stand in the crowded room. Neatness was never a specialty of the Valaoritis men and it certainly showed in the private office of the Baron. Timaeus rarely let others into the room, lest they judge him for the piles of paper everywhere and empty wine skeins scattered about the space. There was clutter everywhere, but Timaeus did not mind and honestly prefer the small, cozy space with the overflowing desk and roaring fire behind him rather than the large room downstairs that was overwhelming silent without his other advisors and men working as well. Normally, that was where he would have met Daxos, but in these times it would have been too much effort to open the space when the Baron wouldn’t be home long enough to use it. The soldier would just have to deal with seeing the clutter of the Baron’s space.
As Daxos recounted the events of the first day on his brother’s detail, Timaeus remained quiet save for giving the briefest of nods to encourage the man to continue speaking. It didn’t surprise him that Silanos had given the soldier such a rough go of a first day, it seemed pretty on par for the Valaoritis and running away was the boy’s specialty. Though he was pleased to hear that he had settled in recent days.
He didn’t show it outwardly, but Timaeus was both impressed and somewhat irate over the actions Daxos had taken. After all, not every man in his unit would follow his brother out a window and spend forever chasing him down. That was a dedication to orders that Timaeus knew was rare within Colchis, let alone his unit. That alone confirmed that Daxos was a good candidate for a promotion and that Timaeus could place some trust within the man.
Some.
He was certainly not pleased to hear that Daxos had to use physical force in returning his brother. Nor was he thrilled to hear that this soldier had openly flouted the rules that Timaeus had set in place after the disaster of a dinner. Silanos was not to have alcohol so that he may sober up and hopefully prevent the boy from partaking in rather risky behavior. Every drop he got restarted the process of sobering Sil and getting him to see the consequences of his crimes; something that Daxos should not know nor decide what a proper punishment for such would be. That was very strictly within Tim’s domain as head of Silanos’s house and it was out of line for Daxos to be overly rough with a nobleman. These would certainly be marks against him when it came time to consider him for a promotion.
However, to Timaeus’s credit, he waited for the man to finish before he spoke. “ You may,” Timaeus started to say, wondering what the man thought was important to add to what was already revealed, but it came at a price which the Baron made clear, “ But it will not change my mind when it comes to handling this.” His tone was somewhat cold and callous, an act that he had learned to perfect over the past two years, emulating the auras he had seen within his brother and father as they shouldered the burden of being Baron before him. It was no so much of an act anymore and surely Daxos would know that the way he spoke did nothing to help Tim’s reputation of being a tyrant in both his household and province.
“ Although, your efforts to fulfill your orders to guard my brother are truely quite impressive and I would be hardpressed to find a man who would follow them as faithfully as you… You did just admit to disregarding my other orders of what my brother was to have access to, did you not?” He said calmly as his eyes drifted to a nearby skien that was half-full. All this talk of wine made him crave the drink himself, badly.
Unable to resist his dependence on the drink and completely blind to the double standard he was setting for his brother, the man reached for it to refill his goblet. He did not pour a second one for Daxos. It would be highly inappropriate given the circumstances of this meeting.
“ You are a good soldier Daxos. I have heard great things about your skill and although I can forgive the rough treatment of my brother as I know he can be quite a handful,” Timaeus said, choosing to cast aside the lesser crime in this instance as he downed the goblet in between statements, “ I can’t allow for such blatant disregard for my direct instructions especially within my household.” He paused for a moment, thinking of what would be appropriate given the situation at hand. He wasn’t keen on handing down something so harsh in light of what Daxos had done to bring back Sil; it couldn’t be light either. He needed to send a clear message and unfortunately for Daxos, Timaeus knew that the soldier had a family back in their province, allowing for the perfect punishment to fall right into the Baron’s lap.
“ Your leave for the month will be revoked. You will not return to Eubocris but instead, remain here in Midas assisting the garrison on what was previously allotted for your journey home.” He said with a cold tone. Timaeus knew it was somewhat cruel to keep a man from his daughter, but it was the easiest punishment for the both of them and it was severe enough that Daxos would think twice about doing such a thing again. The soldier would not be pleased, but there had to be a consequence for his actions.
However, Timaeus was not a complete monster and once Daxos had a moment for this to sink in, the Baron motioned for the man to speak if he wished. The floor was his and as long as he did not further incriminate himself, there was no reason for Timaeus to not listen to the man who despite the misstep that occurred, still was being considered for Lieutenant.
In the days following the grim discovery in Nethisa, Timaeus was surprised that he had found the time to breathe amid all the chaos that had been unleashed upon his schedule. While Vangelis remained out of Colchis, the throne was vulnerable to usurpation and it was well known that there was one family that was rather eager to claim the crown for their own; the Thanasis. The only thing that stood between their ambitions and the glittering circlet was the combined forces of both the Kotas and Valaoritis households… or more specifically their heads; Zanon and Timaeus.
The two of them had been working tirelessly to ensure a smooth transition from Tython to Vangelis so that Nethis, for she was a much larger threat than the two Thanasi boys combined, would not have the opportunity for any sort of upheaval. This required Timaeus to spend long hours away from his household to assist Zanon in any way that he could. He only returned long enough to sleep before heading back to the Kotas manor to continue tackling the never-ceasing mountain of work to be done.
That was why it was well into the dark hours of the evening before Timaeus could even spare the time to honor Daxos’s request for an audience with him. Normally, he wouldn’t do such a thing for a foot soldier of his unit as he did not have the time to deal with the petty matters they wanted to settle. That was what he had had Maleos and the other Lietenuants for, after all. Yet he was willing to make an exception for his man. Daxos was a man that was well lauded by his superiors for his skills and was a name that had often come up for the possibility of a promotion -- though he had always been passed over for one reason or another. However, now that Tim’s previous prime candidate for a future promotion had been dismissed from the unit in disgrace, he was eager to find the newest Maleos among his men who could both lead the men and fight well.
Daxos may just very well be that man.
Timaeus was testing him for such a position by giving him the difficult assignment of watching after his lustful drunk of a brother. The boy was such a handful that Timaeus was confident that if he could survive this task, he stood a chance of being able to handle portions of the unit. However, Timaeus had been careful to not give any indication of this being his intention so Daxos’s behavior could not be influenced by the prospect of a promotion. As far as he knew, things were going well. Sure, he had heard several complaints from Silanos, but as far as Timaeus was concerned, his option on his babysitter was just about as useful as the excrement from his horse.
So when Daxos himself requested to speak with the Baron, he was interested to hear how things were going as well as slightly nervous as to what could have encouraged Daxos to reach out to him. After all, there were a thousand things the youngest Valaoritis could have subjected the soldier to and all would be enough to encourage the man to ask for reassignment, unknowingly losing his chance at a promotion. The Baron of Eubocris sincerely hoped that this would not be the case as he was quickly running out of men that were considered to be suitable to the position he needed to be filled.
Needless to say, this brief meeting would be rather telling for the future of the Men of Heights, no matter which way it went.
Eager to get on with it and handle whatever Daxos would be bringing to his attention quickly, the Baron waved the man into his office once he had finished sorting through the majority of the tasks for the evening. He nodded curtly in recognition when the soldier entered the room, not bothering to rise from his seat as he motioned to the other side of his messy desk, gesturing for the man should stand in the crowded room. Neatness was never a specialty of the Valaoritis men and it certainly showed in the private office of the Baron. Timaeus rarely let others into the room, lest they judge him for the piles of paper everywhere and empty wine skeins scattered about the space. There was clutter everywhere, but Timaeus did not mind and honestly prefer the small, cozy space with the overflowing desk and roaring fire behind him rather than the large room downstairs that was overwhelming silent without his other advisors and men working as well. Normally, that was where he would have met Daxos, but in these times it would have been too much effort to open the space when the Baron wouldn’t be home long enough to use it. The soldier would just have to deal with seeing the clutter of the Baron’s space.
As Daxos recounted the events of the first day on his brother’s detail, Timaeus remained quiet save for giving the briefest of nods to encourage the man to continue speaking. It didn’t surprise him that Silanos had given the soldier such a rough go of a first day, it seemed pretty on par for the Valaoritis and running away was the boy’s specialty. Though he was pleased to hear that he had settled in recent days.
He didn’t show it outwardly, but Timaeus was both impressed and somewhat irate over the actions Daxos had taken. After all, not every man in his unit would follow his brother out a window and spend forever chasing him down. That was a dedication to orders that Timaeus knew was rare within Colchis, let alone his unit. That alone confirmed that Daxos was a good candidate for a promotion and that Timaeus could place some trust within the man.
Some.
He was certainly not pleased to hear that Daxos had to use physical force in returning his brother. Nor was he thrilled to hear that this soldier had openly flouted the rules that Timaeus had set in place after the disaster of a dinner. Silanos was not to have alcohol so that he may sober up and hopefully prevent the boy from partaking in rather risky behavior. Every drop he got restarted the process of sobering Sil and getting him to see the consequences of his crimes; something that Daxos should not know nor decide what a proper punishment for such would be. That was very strictly within Tim’s domain as head of Silanos’s house and it was out of line for Daxos to be overly rough with a nobleman. These would certainly be marks against him when it came time to consider him for a promotion.
However, to Timaeus’s credit, he waited for the man to finish before he spoke. “ You may,” Timaeus started to say, wondering what the man thought was important to add to what was already revealed, but it came at a price which the Baron made clear, “ But it will not change my mind when it comes to handling this.” His tone was somewhat cold and callous, an act that he had learned to perfect over the past two years, emulating the auras he had seen within his brother and father as they shouldered the burden of being Baron before him. It was no so much of an act anymore and surely Daxos would know that the way he spoke did nothing to help Tim’s reputation of being a tyrant in both his household and province.
“ Although, your efforts to fulfill your orders to guard my brother are truely quite impressive and I would be hardpressed to find a man who would follow them as faithfully as you… You did just admit to disregarding my other orders of what my brother was to have access to, did you not?” He said calmly as his eyes drifted to a nearby skien that was half-full. All this talk of wine made him crave the drink himself, badly.
Unable to resist his dependence on the drink and completely blind to the double standard he was setting for his brother, the man reached for it to refill his goblet. He did not pour a second one for Daxos. It would be highly inappropriate given the circumstances of this meeting.
“ You are a good soldier Daxos. I have heard great things about your skill and although I can forgive the rough treatment of my brother as I know he can be quite a handful,” Timaeus said, choosing to cast aside the lesser crime in this instance as he downed the goblet in between statements, “ I can’t allow for such blatant disregard for my direct instructions especially within my household.” He paused for a moment, thinking of what would be appropriate given the situation at hand. He wasn’t keen on handing down something so harsh in light of what Daxos had done to bring back Sil; it couldn’t be light either. He needed to send a clear message and unfortunately for Daxos, Timaeus knew that the soldier had a family back in their province, allowing for the perfect punishment to fall right into the Baron’s lap.
“ Your leave for the month will be revoked. You will not return to Eubocris but instead, remain here in Midas assisting the garrison on what was previously allotted for your journey home.” He said with a cold tone. Timaeus knew it was somewhat cruel to keep a man from his daughter, but it was the easiest punishment for the both of them and it was severe enough that Daxos would think twice about doing such a thing again. The soldier would not be pleased, but there had to be a consequence for his actions.
However, Timaeus was not a complete monster and once Daxos had a moment for this to sink in, the Baron motioned for the man to speak if he wished. The floor was his and as long as he did not further incriminate himself, there was no reason for Timaeus to not listen to the man who despite the misstep that occurred, still was being considered for Lieutenant.
The soldier wasn't too keen on the way that the Baron had simply nodded. Something about the darkness of the room with the fire roaring behind his lord gave him an overbearing presence. Daxos was not scared per se, more just nervous about the punishment that the Baron was going to lay on him. He was sure that he could handle any physical punishment the baron could throw at him. He was a tough man, though he wasn't eager to get any lashings or beatings.
Daxos almost began to speak his mind before the baron interjected. Daxos nodded. The Baron was correct. It was his brother and his household. The soldier didn't have any say in their life or what was to be done or not to be done with the young lord. The Baron's cold demeanor was to be expected, it was a very stressful time. He was surprised that he had even gotten some time with the baron in the first place, and he was thankful for such.
Daxos cleared the frog from his throat before continuing, "First my lord, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me. I know it's been a trying time and the nation mourns the loss of our King. Once again, my lord, I will be as brief as I can be."
The soldier's nerves had hit their height and he once again had to clear his throat. He didn't like the way the Baron was just staring at him. The Baron had light blue eyes that seemed to bore holes straight through the soldier. He remembered how his brother used to be and was glad that he was with this Valatoritis at the moment. The other would more than likely have not allowed him to speak.
"I... Want to propo- sugges- " Daxos mildly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. The soldier pinched his leg before continuing, "From what I can tell, since the first day, things have been much more... eh... Quieter. He does not run away and only hurls slight insults my way. He reminds me of a younger me. Rambunctious. Wanting nothing more than a drink and a woman."
Not that Daxos didn't want those things now, for of course he did. He was sure that the Baron was similar. Who wouldn't want a good woman and a strong drink. The soldier surely would need both after this. "I learned throughout my military service that such behavior is destructive when not held in check. I can personally say that Captain Maleos has been instrumental in forming me into the soldier I am now."
It wasn't as brief as he had thought. It was hard to get the words out, Daxos found himself talking slowly and deliberately, doing his best to get his point across, not in a patronizing way, more of an informative way. He had heard some philosopher from Athenia talking similarly in the market before and had decided to try his luck.
"I belie-" Once again Daxos felt his throat clench up in nerves. This is ridiculous! I'm a soldier. I'm a man of the heights. I've slain countless enemies! Why am I afraid of speaking? Daxos clenched his fists and rose his head with pride, "Fuck it. I won't beat around the bush any longer. I want to suggest that Silanos be put through military training and drills. I believe the structure and discipline would do wonders for the boy." He stood tall for the first time since entering. Despite what the Baron may think, Daxos knew it was a good idea. Many thought the big man was a dumb brute, but he knew otherwise.
When the baron began to voice his displeasure at his shoulders fell again. It was as he thought. The Baron was a mostly reasonable man, but orders were orders. He stood at attention while the Baron laid into him. The soldier nodded after each sentence spoke. He knew what was coming. He had disregarded the man's decree just to smooth things over with the younger brother. Maybe the soldier was an idiot after all.
What the soldier did not expect was the punishment. Lashings? The Fylaki? These things he could handle. These things were common in the military. He could still hold himself with pride. When the Baron's punishment came out Daxos almost couldn't believe what he was hearing.
His heart sank immediately and there was no way he could hide the look of utter dismay in time for the baron to not notice. He hadn't seen his beautiful daughter in quite some time and was looking forward to the time off to spend with her. He felt a hatred rise up in him, not for the baron, but for the damn man-child. He wanted to go into his room right now as he slept, if he was even asleep, and throttle the man to death. The boy was going to get on his last fucking nerve. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle if the little shit would run off again. He might truly kill him.
He nodded when he finally regained composure, "As you say, my lord." His voice was blank and monotone. He felt completely vulnerable for the first time in a long time. The baron had found his weakness and stabbed it with a spear. He was just ready to get the fuck out of this office to go punch something.
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The soldier wasn't too keen on the way that the Baron had simply nodded. Something about the darkness of the room with the fire roaring behind his lord gave him an overbearing presence. Daxos was not scared per se, more just nervous about the punishment that the Baron was going to lay on him. He was sure that he could handle any physical punishment the baron could throw at him. He was a tough man, though he wasn't eager to get any lashings or beatings.
Daxos almost began to speak his mind before the baron interjected. Daxos nodded. The Baron was correct. It was his brother and his household. The soldier didn't have any say in their life or what was to be done or not to be done with the young lord. The Baron's cold demeanor was to be expected, it was a very stressful time. He was surprised that he had even gotten some time with the baron in the first place, and he was thankful for such.
Daxos cleared the frog from his throat before continuing, "First my lord, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me. I know it's been a trying time and the nation mourns the loss of our King. Once again, my lord, I will be as brief as I can be."
The soldier's nerves had hit their height and he once again had to clear his throat. He didn't like the way the Baron was just staring at him. The Baron had light blue eyes that seemed to bore holes straight through the soldier. He remembered how his brother used to be and was glad that he was with this Valatoritis at the moment. The other would more than likely have not allowed him to speak.
"I... Want to propo- sugges- " Daxos mildly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. The soldier pinched his leg before continuing, "From what I can tell, since the first day, things have been much more... eh... Quieter. He does not run away and only hurls slight insults my way. He reminds me of a younger me. Rambunctious. Wanting nothing more than a drink and a woman."
Not that Daxos didn't want those things now, for of course he did. He was sure that the Baron was similar. Who wouldn't want a good woman and a strong drink. The soldier surely would need both after this. "I learned throughout my military service that such behavior is destructive when not held in check. I can personally say that Captain Maleos has been instrumental in forming me into the soldier I am now."
It wasn't as brief as he had thought. It was hard to get the words out, Daxos found himself talking slowly and deliberately, doing his best to get his point across, not in a patronizing way, more of an informative way. He had heard some philosopher from Athenia talking similarly in the market before and had decided to try his luck.
"I belie-" Once again Daxos felt his throat clench up in nerves. This is ridiculous! I'm a soldier. I'm a man of the heights. I've slain countless enemies! Why am I afraid of speaking? Daxos clenched his fists and rose his head with pride, "Fuck it. I won't beat around the bush any longer. I want to suggest that Silanos be put through military training and drills. I believe the structure and discipline would do wonders for the boy." He stood tall for the first time since entering. Despite what the Baron may think, Daxos knew it was a good idea. Many thought the big man was a dumb brute, but he knew otherwise.
When the baron began to voice his displeasure at his shoulders fell again. It was as he thought. The Baron was a mostly reasonable man, but orders were orders. He stood at attention while the Baron laid into him. The soldier nodded after each sentence spoke. He knew what was coming. He had disregarded the man's decree just to smooth things over with the younger brother. Maybe the soldier was an idiot after all.
What the soldier did not expect was the punishment. Lashings? The Fylaki? These things he could handle. These things were common in the military. He could still hold himself with pride. When the Baron's punishment came out Daxos almost couldn't believe what he was hearing.
His heart sank immediately and there was no way he could hide the look of utter dismay in time for the baron to not notice. He hadn't seen his beautiful daughter in quite some time and was looking forward to the time off to spend with her. He felt a hatred rise up in him, not for the baron, but for the damn man-child. He wanted to go into his room right now as he slept, if he was even asleep, and throttle the man to death. The boy was going to get on his last fucking nerve. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle if the little shit would run off again. He might truly kill him.
He nodded when he finally regained composure, "As you say, my lord." His voice was blank and monotone. He felt completely vulnerable for the first time in a long time. The baron had found his weakness and stabbed it with a spear. He was just ready to get the fuck out of this office to go punch something.
The soldier wasn't too keen on the way that the Baron had simply nodded. Something about the darkness of the room with the fire roaring behind his lord gave him an overbearing presence. Daxos was not scared per se, more just nervous about the punishment that the Baron was going to lay on him. He was sure that he could handle any physical punishment the baron could throw at him. He was a tough man, though he wasn't eager to get any lashings or beatings.
Daxos almost began to speak his mind before the baron interjected. Daxos nodded. The Baron was correct. It was his brother and his household. The soldier didn't have any say in their life or what was to be done or not to be done with the young lord. The Baron's cold demeanor was to be expected, it was a very stressful time. He was surprised that he had even gotten some time with the baron in the first place, and he was thankful for such.
Daxos cleared the frog from his throat before continuing, "First my lord, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me. I know it's been a trying time and the nation mourns the loss of our King. Once again, my lord, I will be as brief as I can be."
The soldier's nerves had hit their height and he once again had to clear his throat. He didn't like the way the Baron was just staring at him. The Baron had light blue eyes that seemed to bore holes straight through the soldier. He remembered how his brother used to be and was glad that he was with this Valatoritis at the moment. The other would more than likely have not allowed him to speak.
"I... Want to propo- sugges- " Daxos mildly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. The soldier pinched his leg before continuing, "From what I can tell, since the first day, things have been much more... eh... Quieter. He does not run away and only hurls slight insults my way. He reminds me of a younger me. Rambunctious. Wanting nothing more than a drink and a woman."
Not that Daxos didn't want those things now, for of course he did. He was sure that the Baron was similar. Who wouldn't want a good woman and a strong drink. The soldier surely would need both after this. "I learned throughout my military service that such behavior is destructive when not held in check. I can personally say that Captain Maleos has been instrumental in forming me into the soldier I am now."
It wasn't as brief as he had thought. It was hard to get the words out, Daxos found himself talking slowly and deliberately, doing his best to get his point across, not in a patronizing way, more of an informative way. He had heard some philosopher from Athenia talking similarly in the market before and had decided to try his luck.
"I belie-" Once again Daxos felt his throat clench up in nerves. This is ridiculous! I'm a soldier. I'm a man of the heights. I've slain countless enemies! Why am I afraid of speaking? Daxos clenched his fists and rose his head with pride, "Fuck it. I won't beat around the bush any longer. I want to suggest that Silanos be put through military training and drills. I believe the structure and discipline would do wonders for the boy." He stood tall for the first time since entering. Despite what the Baron may think, Daxos knew it was a good idea. Many thought the big man was a dumb brute, but he knew otherwise.
When the baron began to voice his displeasure at his shoulders fell again. It was as he thought. The Baron was a mostly reasonable man, but orders were orders. He stood at attention while the Baron laid into him. The soldier nodded after each sentence spoke. He knew what was coming. He had disregarded the man's decree just to smooth things over with the younger brother. Maybe the soldier was an idiot after all.
What the soldier did not expect was the punishment. Lashings? The Fylaki? These things he could handle. These things were common in the military. He could still hold himself with pride. When the Baron's punishment came out Daxos almost couldn't believe what he was hearing.
His heart sank immediately and there was no way he could hide the look of utter dismay in time for the baron to not notice. He hadn't seen his beautiful daughter in quite some time and was looking forward to the time off to spend with her. He felt a hatred rise up in him, not for the baron, but for the damn man-child. He wanted to go into his room right now as he slept, if he was even asleep, and throttle the man to death. The boy was going to get on his last fucking nerve. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle if the little shit would run off again. He might truly kill him.
He nodded when he finally regained composure, "As you say, my lord." His voice was blank and monotone. He felt completely vulnerable for the first time in a long time. The baron had found his weakness and stabbed it with a spear. He was just ready to get the fuck out of this office to go punch something.
As Daxos attempted to explain the rationale of the younger Valaoritis, the Baron had to admit that the foot soldier had a point. Timaeus understood Silanos’s desires to chase after the simple pleasures that life had to offer. After all, it would be hypocritical for him not too when the Baron so clearly enjoyed his drink and spent far too much time at the Temple of Aphrodite for an unmarried man like him. Not to mention all the trouble he had gotten into with Adrestus and Sokari when Timaeus was his brother’s age. He knew all too well that the desires Sil felt where simply overwhelming and very little could seemingly compare to what a sheathed sword and a burning throat had to offer. That he did not blame his brother for.
However, he also knew that Silanos needed to overcome these base needs to fulfill the responsibilities he had been born into. He was a nobleman and as long as Tim remained without issue, the boy was the heir to their family’s legacy. There were certain things expected of a boy like Sil, but the child seemed to not care. That was why Timaeus had placed his brother under house arrest and forced him to live without the whores and wine he previously depended on. Silanos needed to grow up and since he wasn’t willing to grow up, his hand needed to be forced.
Timaeus had no choice, but to deny his brother these things. He didn’t do it because he was a tyrant or he was intent on punishing Sil for what happened the Kotas manor that fateful night. He did it because he needed his brother to learn how to live without those simple pleasures or else he would never succeed in their circle of society.
Reading between the lines of what Daxos was saying, Timaeus was quick to interject and deny the implication that Silanos should be allowed to continue in his revelry, “ He reminds me of the follies of my youth as well Daxos, but his behavior goes far beyond just ‘wanting’ into a territory that is unbefitting of his stature. He’s been allowed to follow his whims and cast aside his duties for far too long.” Although he didn’t explicitly say that the conditions of Sil’s house arrest would continue unimpeded, the implication was clear enough. Silanos needed to grow up and the boy needed to be contained while the Valaoritis boys waited for whatever punishment Vangelis would bring down upon them.
The house arrest may be harsh, but it was the only option that Timaeus had left. That, he would admit, was his fault. He allowed for the boy’s behavior to continue unchecked for far too long. Now they did not have the time to gently ease the boy away from what he craved.
Timaeus was wrong in his assumption of what Daxos’s intentions were. That much became clear as the soldier continued the long-winded spiel that left him sounding not too unlike a fish out of water. Truthfully, it took everything within Timaeus to not roll his eyes or demand Daxos to just spit out whatever he was trying to say as this stuttering was rather frustrating to listen to. The man wished to be bold in what he had to say to the Baron, but this inability to control his own words just conveyed nervousness and weakness. The man would have to learn to quickly get over it if he ever wanted to have a promotion. Timaeus could not have a blathering fool. Luckily, though the man seemed to realign his tongue and after praising the training regiment of Maleos, just spat out what he had called this meeting for.
Daxos wanted Silanos to go through military drills to teach him discipline.
The Baron leaned back in his seat at this suggestion, carefully considering what the foot soldier turned glorified babysitter had to say. In truth, Timaeus had considered this before but had decided against it as he did not know if it would succeed in taming the boy or if it would be a catalyst in driving him away. After all, life in the military was not the cushy lifestyle that Sil had been accustomed too up until this point. His brother would attempt to do what he does best; running away. If that were to happen if he was a soldier the consequences would be incredibly dire. Going AWOL was not tolerated in Colchis and punishment was typically death. Although his noble blood would save him from this fate, Timaeus would be forced to disgrace Silanos and cast him out from the family. The Valaoritis was a bloodline that thrived on military prowess. He couldn’t allow for a disgraced soldier to remain in their midst… but if it worked the troubles that Silanos had brought would be over. It was silent for a moment as Timaeus mused over the situation presented, weighing his options.
“ You do make a good point Sir Daxios,” The Captain said quietly after a few moments, finally settling on a solution lying in the loophole of the soldier’s words, “ But the unit has certain standards that must be upheld. I cannot willingly allow him to fully join in his sorry state.” They were harsh words that carried an even colder implication. Silanos would not be allowed to be a soldier while he acted so poorly. It just couldn’t happen.
“ However, the drills may be of some use…” He said, trailing off as he fished around on the desk, searching for a scrap piece of parchment to write down the instructions that were quickly forming in his mind. After finding something suitable, Timaeus began to quickly scrawl out what he wanted as he explained to Daxos what the plan for handling Sil’s behavior would be. “ Go speak to Maleos and see if he can arrange for Silanos to be put through a training regiment. You are to supervise as well and if Maleos cannot fulfill this duty, you are to do it yourself. He is to be treated like any other soldier but will enjoy none of the privileges until I approve his entrance into the unit.” As he said this, he finished writing his instructions down and passed the note to the soldier as he gave the final instruction for the evening, “ Give this to Maleos as proof of my order.”
With that Timaeus motioned his head to the door as he turned his attention back to the work upon his desk, ignoring the dismayed expression on the soldier’s face as the man’s punishment sunk in. All in all, the consequence that Timaeus had doled out was fairly light. It was something that was not going to embarrass Daxos in front of the other men and as far as Timaeus was concerned, it would not leave this room. Yet it was an effective one. Timaeus would have to keep this in mind if he ever needed to discipline the soldier again. With a little luck, he wouldn’t but you never know…
Content that their meeting was over and his instructions were clear, Timaeus spoke one final time to dismiss him before losing himself in his work again for the evening, “ That’ll be all for now. Goodnight Sir Daxos.”
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As Daxos attempted to explain the rationale of the younger Valaoritis, the Baron had to admit that the foot soldier had a point. Timaeus understood Silanos’s desires to chase after the simple pleasures that life had to offer. After all, it would be hypocritical for him not too when the Baron so clearly enjoyed his drink and spent far too much time at the Temple of Aphrodite for an unmarried man like him. Not to mention all the trouble he had gotten into with Adrestus and Sokari when Timaeus was his brother’s age. He knew all too well that the desires Sil felt where simply overwhelming and very little could seemingly compare to what a sheathed sword and a burning throat had to offer. That he did not blame his brother for.
However, he also knew that Silanos needed to overcome these base needs to fulfill the responsibilities he had been born into. He was a nobleman and as long as Tim remained without issue, the boy was the heir to their family’s legacy. There were certain things expected of a boy like Sil, but the child seemed to not care. That was why Timaeus had placed his brother under house arrest and forced him to live without the whores and wine he previously depended on. Silanos needed to grow up and since he wasn’t willing to grow up, his hand needed to be forced.
Timaeus had no choice, but to deny his brother these things. He didn’t do it because he was a tyrant or he was intent on punishing Sil for what happened the Kotas manor that fateful night. He did it because he needed his brother to learn how to live without those simple pleasures or else he would never succeed in their circle of society.
Reading between the lines of what Daxos was saying, Timaeus was quick to interject and deny the implication that Silanos should be allowed to continue in his revelry, “ He reminds me of the follies of my youth as well Daxos, but his behavior goes far beyond just ‘wanting’ into a territory that is unbefitting of his stature. He’s been allowed to follow his whims and cast aside his duties for far too long.” Although he didn’t explicitly say that the conditions of Sil’s house arrest would continue unimpeded, the implication was clear enough. Silanos needed to grow up and the boy needed to be contained while the Valaoritis boys waited for whatever punishment Vangelis would bring down upon them.
The house arrest may be harsh, but it was the only option that Timaeus had left. That, he would admit, was his fault. He allowed for the boy’s behavior to continue unchecked for far too long. Now they did not have the time to gently ease the boy away from what he craved.
Timaeus was wrong in his assumption of what Daxos’s intentions were. That much became clear as the soldier continued the long-winded spiel that left him sounding not too unlike a fish out of water. Truthfully, it took everything within Timaeus to not roll his eyes or demand Daxos to just spit out whatever he was trying to say as this stuttering was rather frustrating to listen to. The man wished to be bold in what he had to say to the Baron, but this inability to control his own words just conveyed nervousness and weakness. The man would have to learn to quickly get over it if he ever wanted to have a promotion. Timaeus could not have a blathering fool. Luckily, though the man seemed to realign his tongue and after praising the training regiment of Maleos, just spat out what he had called this meeting for.
Daxos wanted Silanos to go through military drills to teach him discipline.
The Baron leaned back in his seat at this suggestion, carefully considering what the foot soldier turned glorified babysitter had to say. In truth, Timaeus had considered this before but had decided against it as he did not know if it would succeed in taming the boy or if it would be a catalyst in driving him away. After all, life in the military was not the cushy lifestyle that Sil had been accustomed too up until this point. His brother would attempt to do what he does best; running away. If that were to happen if he was a soldier the consequences would be incredibly dire. Going AWOL was not tolerated in Colchis and punishment was typically death. Although his noble blood would save him from this fate, Timaeus would be forced to disgrace Silanos and cast him out from the family. The Valaoritis was a bloodline that thrived on military prowess. He couldn’t allow for a disgraced soldier to remain in their midst… but if it worked the troubles that Silanos had brought would be over. It was silent for a moment as Timaeus mused over the situation presented, weighing his options.
“ You do make a good point Sir Daxios,” The Captain said quietly after a few moments, finally settling on a solution lying in the loophole of the soldier’s words, “ But the unit has certain standards that must be upheld. I cannot willingly allow him to fully join in his sorry state.” They were harsh words that carried an even colder implication. Silanos would not be allowed to be a soldier while he acted so poorly. It just couldn’t happen.
“ However, the drills may be of some use…” He said, trailing off as he fished around on the desk, searching for a scrap piece of parchment to write down the instructions that were quickly forming in his mind. After finding something suitable, Timaeus began to quickly scrawl out what he wanted as he explained to Daxos what the plan for handling Sil’s behavior would be. “ Go speak to Maleos and see if he can arrange for Silanos to be put through a training regiment. You are to supervise as well and if Maleos cannot fulfill this duty, you are to do it yourself. He is to be treated like any other soldier but will enjoy none of the privileges until I approve his entrance into the unit.” As he said this, he finished writing his instructions down and passed the note to the soldier as he gave the final instruction for the evening, “ Give this to Maleos as proof of my order.”
With that Timaeus motioned his head to the door as he turned his attention back to the work upon his desk, ignoring the dismayed expression on the soldier’s face as the man’s punishment sunk in. All in all, the consequence that Timaeus had doled out was fairly light. It was something that was not going to embarrass Daxos in front of the other men and as far as Timaeus was concerned, it would not leave this room. Yet it was an effective one. Timaeus would have to keep this in mind if he ever needed to discipline the soldier again. With a little luck, he wouldn’t but you never know…
Content that their meeting was over and his instructions were clear, Timaeus spoke one final time to dismiss him before losing himself in his work again for the evening, “ That’ll be all for now. Goodnight Sir Daxos.”
As Daxos attempted to explain the rationale of the younger Valaoritis, the Baron had to admit that the foot soldier had a point. Timaeus understood Silanos’s desires to chase after the simple pleasures that life had to offer. After all, it would be hypocritical for him not too when the Baron so clearly enjoyed his drink and spent far too much time at the Temple of Aphrodite for an unmarried man like him. Not to mention all the trouble he had gotten into with Adrestus and Sokari when Timaeus was his brother’s age. He knew all too well that the desires Sil felt where simply overwhelming and very little could seemingly compare to what a sheathed sword and a burning throat had to offer. That he did not blame his brother for.
However, he also knew that Silanos needed to overcome these base needs to fulfill the responsibilities he had been born into. He was a nobleman and as long as Tim remained without issue, the boy was the heir to their family’s legacy. There were certain things expected of a boy like Sil, but the child seemed to not care. That was why Timaeus had placed his brother under house arrest and forced him to live without the whores and wine he previously depended on. Silanos needed to grow up and since he wasn’t willing to grow up, his hand needed to be forced.
Timaeus had no choice, but to deny his brother these things. He didn’t do it because he was a tyrant or he was intent on punishing Sil for what happened the Kotas manor that fateful night. He did it because he needed his brother to learn how to live without those simple pleasures or else he would never succeed in their circle of society.
Reading between the lines of what Daxos was saying, Timaeus was quick to interject and deny the implication that Silanos should be allowed to continue in his revelry, “ He reminds me of the follies of my youth as well Daxos, but his behavior goes far beyond just ‘wanting’ into a territory that is unbefitting of his stature. He’s been allowed to follow his whims and cast aside his duties for far too long.” Although he didn’t explicitly say that the conditions of Sil’s house arrest would continue unimpeded, the implication was clear enough. Silanos needed to grow up and the boy needed to be contained while the Valaoritis boys waited for whatever punishment Vangelis would bring down upon them.
The house arrest may be harsh, but it was the only option that Timaeus had left. That, he would admit, was his fault. He allowed for the boy’s behavior to continue unchecked for far too long. Now they did not have the time to gently ease the boy away from what he craved.
Timaeus was wrong in his assumption of what Daxos’s intentions were. That much became clear as the soldier continued the long-winded spiel that left him sounding not too unlike a fish out of water. Truthfully, it took everything within Timaeus to not roll his eyes or demand Daxos to just spit out whatever he was trying to say as this stuttering was rather frustrating to listen to. The man wished to be bold in what he had to say to the Baron, but this inability to control his own words just conveyed nervousness and weakness. The man would have to learn to quickly get over it if he ever wanted to have a promotion. Timaeus could not have a blathering fool. Luckily, though the man seemed to realign his tongue and after praising the training regiment of Maleos, just spat out what he had called this meeting for.
Daxos wanted Silanos to go through military drills to teach him discipline.
The Baron leaned back in his seat at this suggestion, carefully considering what the foot soldier turned glorified babysitter had to say. In truth, Timaeus had considered this before but had decided against it as he did not know if it would succeed in taming the boy or if it would be a catalyst in driving him away. After all, life in the military was not the cushy lifestyle that Sil had been accustomed too up until this point. His brother would attempt to do what he does best; running away. If that were to happen if he was a soldier the consequences would be incredibly dire. Going AWOL was not tolerated in Colchis and punishment was typically death. Although his noble blood would save him from this fate, Timaeus would be forced to disgrace Silanos and cast him out from the family. The Valaoritis was a bloodline that thrived on military prowess. He couldn’t allow for a disgraced soldier to remain in their midst… but if it worked the troubles that Silanos had brought would be over. It was silent for a moment as Timaeus mused over the situation presented, weighing his options.
“ You do make a good point Sir Daxios,” The Captain said quietly after a few moments, finally settling on a solution lying in the loophole of the soldier’s words, “ But the unit has certain standards that must be upheld. I cannot willingly allow him to fully join in his sorry state.” They were harsh words that carried an even colder implication. Silanos would not be allowed to be a soldier while he acted so poorly. It just couldn’t happen.
“ However, the drills may be of some use…” He said, trailing off as he fished around on the desk, searching for a scrap piece of parchment to write down the instructions that were quickly forming in his mind. After finding something suitable, Timaeus began to quickly scrawl out what he wanted as he explained to Daxos what the plan for handling Sil’s behavior would be. “ Go speak to Maleos and see if he can arrange for Silanos to be put through a training regiment. You are to supervise as well and if Maleos cannot fulfill this duty, you are to do it yourself. He is to be treated like any other soldier but will enjoy none of the privileges until I approve his entrance into the unit.” As he said this, he finished writing his instructions down and passed the note to the soldier as he gave the final instruction for the evening, “ Give this to Maleos as proof of my order.”
With that Timaeus motioned his head to the door as he turned his attention back to the work upon his desk, ignoring the dismayed expression on the soldier’s face as the man’s punishment sunk in. All in all, the consequence that Timaeus had doled out was fairly light. It was something that was not going to embarrass Daxos in front of the other men and as far as Timaeus was concerned, it would not leave this room. Yet it was an effective one. Timaeus would have to keep this in mind if he ever needed to discipline the soldier again. With a little luck, he wouldn’t but you never know…
Content that their meeting was over and his instructions were clear, Timaeus spoke one final time to dismiss him before losing himself in his work again for the evening, “ That’ll be all for now. Goodnight Sir Daxos.”
The soldier understood fully what the Baron was saying. The young lord needed to grow up. Daxos grew up quick though, the military life did that to you. That's why he thought the idea was a good one, and was pleasantly surprised that the baron also thought so. He could also understand the reasoning behind the baron's dismissal of him actually joining the military. The soldier wouldn't want a man like Silanos to be at his side. It would only lead to disaster.
The anticipation built up in his chest as the baron scribbled on some parchment. It seemed that the soldier had made a decent point to the baron, and it left him with some small pride. Perhaps he wasn't so dumb after all. He'd been called a dumb brute his whole life by those around him, sometimes it wore the man down. To have the Baron considering and complimenting an idea that he brought forth was a boon on his own self-esteem.
He nodded as the Baron laid out his plan, finding a small smile creep upon his lips. He did his best to put on a straight face, but his excitement was too much, and he probably looked constipated, "Yes my lord. As you wish. I hope to be instrumental in making your brother a respectable man and soldier. I know Maleos is up to the task, and I only hope that I can be." He bowed his head as he took the parchment from the baron.
"Thank you for this brief time, my lord. I'll remember your words and deliver this to the Captain as quickly as possible. Goodnight my lord." Daxos left the room quickly, daring not to take up any more of the baron's time. He wouldn't dare press his luck by asking another question he had in his mind, but regardless, he made his way down the hall and resumed his posting outside the younger Valaoritis' room. He had plenty of time to mull over what had transpired tonight.
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The soldier understood fully what the Baron was saying. The young lord needed to grow up. Daxos grew up quick though, the military life did that to you. That's why he thought the idea was a good one, and was pleasantly surprised that the baron also thought so. He could also understand the reasoning behind the baron's dismissal of him actually joining the military. The soldier wouldn't want a man like Silanos to be at his side. It would only lead to disaster.
The anticipation built up in his chest as the baron scribbled on some parchment. It seemed that the soldier had made a decent point to the baron, and it left him with some small pride. Perhaps he wasn't so dumb after all. He'd been called a dumb brute his whole life by those around him, sometimes it wore the man down. To have the Baron considering and complimenting an idea that he brought forth was a boon on his own self-esteem.
He nodded as the Baron laid out his plan, finding a small smile creep upon his lips. He did his best to put on a straight face, but his excitement was too much, and he probably looked constipated, "Yes my lord. As you wish. I hope to be instrumental in making your brother a respectable man and soldier. I know Maleos is up to the task, and I only hope that I can be." He bowed his head as he took the parchment from the baron.
"Thank you for this brief time, my lord. I'll remember your words and deliver this to the Captain as quickly as possible. Goodnight my lord." Daxos left the room quickly, daring not to take up any more of the baron's time. He wouldn't dare press his luck by asking another question he had in his mind, but regardless, he made his way down the hall and resumed his posting outside the younger Valaoritis' room. He had plenty of time to mull over what had transpired tonight.
The soldier understood fully what the Baron was saying. The young lord needed to grow up. Daxos grew up quick though, the military life did that to you. That's why he thought the idea was a good one, and was pleasantly surprised that the baron also thought so. He could also understand the reasoning behind the baron's dismissal of him actually joining the military. The soldier wouldn't want a man like Silanos to be at his side. It would only lead to disaster.
The anticipation built up in his chest as the baron scribbled on some parchment. It seemed that the soldier had made a decent point to the baron, and it left him with some small pride. Perhaps he wasn't so dumb after all. He'd been called a dumb brute his whole life by those around him, sometimes it wore the man down. To have the Baron considering and complimenting an idea that he brought forth was a boon on his own self-esteem.
He nodded as the Baron laid out his plan, finding a small smile creep upon his lips. He did his best to put on a straight face, but his excitement was too much, and he probably looked constipated, "Yes my lord. As you wish. I hope to be instrumental in making your brother a respectable man and soldier. I know Maleos is up to the task, and I only hope that I can be." He bowed his head as he took the parchment from the baron.
"Thank you for this brief time, my lord. I'll remember your words and deliver this to the Captain as quickly as possible. Goodnight my lord." Daxos left the room quickly, daring not to take up any more of the baron's time. He wouldn't dare press his luck by asking another question he had in his mind, but regardless, he made his way down the hall and resumed his posting outside the younger Valaoritis' room. He had plenty of time to mull over what had transpired tonight.