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Elias had waltzed into the palati when Persephone had first disappeared, offering no explanation, yet with promises of help galore. And in her situation back then, Emilia had believed him. Who else was she supposed to believe? Emilia had heard of course, of how difficulted the Stravoses had made Persephone's job been in the Senate meet, and how her sister had her own suspicions regarding the handsome heir of the Stravos family. But in the face of uncertainty, Elias presented himself as a strong rock for her to hold on to, someone who at least knew her stuff. The young princess was unabashed to admit that she knew next to nothing about ruling a kingdom.
So gratefully, Emilia had relinquished the hold and running of the kingdom to the confident Stravos son. He had said he could handle it, and Emilia had trusted him. He had said she needed to be kept safe in the palace, and she had trusted him as well.
But now, she didn't know who to trust.
That Senate had been closed for weeks on end was not normal, that was a fact that even Emilia knew herself. And then Lesley had told her of the unrest happening in the capitol, of the lack of water and the arguments between the commonfolk, a matter that she knew her father nor her sister would ever let escalate to that point. All of that added up just did not sit right with Emilia, but it wasn't till Lesley questioned why didn't she just ask Elias, did the girl finally muster the courage.
She had considered bringing Labros with her, and her mastiff was now quite an imposing figure when he walked by her side, his height easily reaching to her knees with a musculature aided by a diet of meat and bones from the kitchen that Emilia ensured the canine had. But after the last run in she had with Danae, where Emilia had been terrified of Labros being taken away from her, instead the princess had decided to leave the mastiff with her maids in her room whilst she sought out Elias.
Her journey had first led her to the study, albeit entering it gave Emilia a sort of bittersweet feeling. The study was where she had found Persephone most, and it was hard to imagine that just three or four months prior, she had came bursting into the study to announce to Persephone her latest crush she had met out whilst she had been shopping, only to have her sister laugh at her before shooing her out again. It was a common occurence for the sisters, with Emilia waxing poetic about yet another handsome young man she had met, and Persephone feeding her a healthy dose of reality.
Now, the study she entered seemed cold, silent, not that much different from a tomb - but the same could be said for the rest of the palati, a home Emilia had known her whole life, now felt foreign to her.
The study had been empty however, and she had ventured on to the library, the family quarters, before finally deciding to head to the grand hall. It was a cavernous hall that had been used many times over, by her father for the weekly meetings with barons. By herself and her sister, where court sessions was held. The whole hall was made of white marble, a beautiful feat that had many intricate designed carved. But the largest thing within the otherwise empty hall, was the throne that was surrounded by red drapings positioned at the very center of the hall against a wall where a great battle of Athenia was carved in gold as a backdrop. The large throne was where her father usually sat, and behind it were two smaller ones for herself and her sister. Her mother's one had long since been removed, but as Emilia entered, she couldn't help but notice both the smaller thrones had been removed too.
Her brow furrowed, before she spoke out loud to the empty hall. "Elias?"
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She simply wanted answers.
Elias had waltzed into the palati when Persephone had first disappeared, offering no explanation, yet with promises of help galore. And in her situation back then, Emilia had believed him. Who else was she supposed to believe? Emilia had heard of course, of how difficulted the Stravoses had made Persephone's job been in the Senate meet, and how her sister had her own suspicions regarding the handsome heir of the Stravos family. But in the face of uncertainty, Elias presented himself as a strong rock for her to hold on to, someone who at least knew her stuff. The young princess was unabashed to admit that she knew next to nothing about ruling a kingdom.
So gratefully, Emilia had relinquished the hold and running of the kingdom to the confident Stravos son. He had said he could handle it, and Emilia had trusted him. He had said she needed to be kept safe in the palace, and she had trusted him as well.
But now, she didn't know who to trust.
That Senate had been closed for weeks on end was not normal, that was a fact that even Emilia knew herself. And then Lesley had told her of the unrest happening in the capitol, of the lack of water and the arguments between the commonfolk, a matter that she knew her father nor her sister would ever let escalate to that point. All of that added up just did not sit right with Emilia, but it wasn't till Lesley questioned why didn't she just ask Elias, did the girl finally muster the courage.
She had considered bringing Labros with her, and her mastiff was now quite an imposing figure when he walked by her side, his height easily reaching to her knees with a musculature aided by a diet of meat and bones from the kitchen that Emilia ensured the canine had. But after the last run in she had with Danae, where Emilia had been terrified of Labros being taken away from her, instead the princess had decided to leave the mastiff with her maids in her room whilst she sought out Elias.
Her journey had first led her to the study, albeit entering it gave Emilia a sort of bittersweet feeling. The study was where she had found Persephone most, and it was hard to imagine that just three or four months prior, she had came bursting into the study to announce to Persephone her latest crush she had met out whilst she had been shopping, only to have her sister laugh at her before shooing her out again. It was a common occurence for the sisters, with Emilia waxing poetic about yet another handsome young man she had met, and Persephone feeding her a healthy dose of reality.
Now, the study she entered seemed cold, silent, not that much different from a tomb - but the same could be said for the rest of the palati, a home Emilia had known her whole life, now felt foreign to her.
The study had been empty however, and she had ventured on to the library, the family quarters, before finally deciding to head to the grand hall. It was a cavernous hall that had been used many times over, by her father for the weekly meetings with barons. By herself and her sister, where court sessions was held. The whole hall was made of white marble, a beautiful feat that had many intricate designed carved. But the largest thing within the otherwise empty hall, was the throne that was surrounded by red drapings positioned at the very center of the hall against a wall where a great battle of Athenia was carved in gold as a backdrop. The large throne was where her father usually sat, and behind it were two smaller ones for herself and her sister. Her mother's one had long since been removed, but as Emilia entered, she couldn't help but notice both the smaller thrones had been removed too.
Her brow furrowed, before she spoke out loud to the empty hall. "Elias?"
She simply wanted answers.
Elias had waltzed into the palati when Persephone had first disappeared, offering no explanation, yet with promises of help galore. And in her situation back then, Emilia had believed him. Who else was she supposed to believe? Emilia had heard of course, of how difficulted the Stravoses had made Persephone's job been in the Senate meet, and how her sister had her own suspicions regarding the handsome heir of the Stravos family. But in the face of uncertainty, Elias presented himself as a strong rock for her to hold on to, someone who at least knew her stuff. The young princess was unabashed to admit that she knew next to nothing about ruling a kingdom.
So gratefully, Emilia had relinquished the hold and running of the kingdom to the confident Stravos son. He had said he could handle it, and Emilia had trusted him. He had said she needed to be kept safe in the palace, and she had trusted him as well.
But now, she didn't know who to trust.
That Senate had been closed for weeks on end was not normal, that was a fact that even Emilia knew herself. And then Lesley had told her of the unrest happening in the capitol, of the lack of water and the arguments between the commonfolk, a matter that she knew her father nor her sister would ever let escalate to that point. All of that added up just did not sit right with Emilia, but it wasn't till Lesley questioned why didn't she just ask Elias, did the girl finally muster the courage.
She had considered bringing Labros with her, and her mastiff was now quite an imposing figure when he walked by her side, his height easily reaching to her knees with a musculature aided by a diet of meat and bones from the kitchen that Emilia ensured the canine had. But after the last run in she had with Danae, where Emilia had been terrified of Labros being taken away from her, instead the princess had decided to leave the mastiff with her maids in her room whilst she sought out Elias.
Her journey had first led her to the study, albeit entering it gave Emilia a sort of bittersweet feeling. The study was where she had found Persephone most, and it was hard to imagine that just three or four months prior, she had came bursting into the study to announce to Persephone her latest crush she had met out whilst she had been shopping, only to have her sister laugh at her before shooing her out again. It was a common occurence for the sisters, with Emilia waxing poetic about yet another handsome young man she had met, and Persephone feeding her a healthy dose of reality.
Now, the study she entered seemed cold, silent, not that much different from a tomb - but the same could be said for the rest of the palati, a home Emilia had known her whole life, now felt foreign to her.
The study had been empty however, and she had ventured on to the library, the family quarters, before finally deciding to head to the grand hall. It was a cavernous hall that had been used many times over, by her father for the weekly meetings with barons. By herself and her sister, where court sessions was held. The whole hall was made of white marble, a beautiful feat that had many intricate designed carved. But the largest thing within the otherwise empty hall, was the throne that was surrounded by red drapings positioned at the very center of the hall against a wall where a great battle of Athenia was carved in gold as a backdrop. The large throne was where her father usually sat, and behind it were two smaller ones for herself and her sister. Her mother's one had long since been removed, but as Emilia entered, she couldn't help but notice both the smaller thrones had been removed too.
Her brow furrowed, before she spoke out loud to the empty hall. "Elias?"
Elias made every effort to make himself palatable to the powers that be within Athenia. While the heir to Stravos house was by far the most eligible male to take up the mantle of king, there were those that resented his past treason, those that challenged his claim. While Persephone was run out of Athenia, blown away to the winds by the depths of his machination, the fact that she'd taken the crown with her and wasn't generally believed to be dead placed the Stravos at the knife's edge.
The palati is mine by right. Blame Minas for being unable to sire a son, was the rebuttal he knew was his, but to actually speak such objections was to defy the last wishes of the king. Undermining a man in the ground, while necessary, spoke ill of Elias' machinations. Elias needed the people to surrender themselves to him, to believe themselves out of options until they clamor for the true heir to the throne to claim what he deserves. What stood between Elias and his claim was legion, from the hearts of the senators to the laws of the land. However, from what Circenia had taught Elias, hearts could be changed.
And with that change what's written in stone will be as if scribbled in the shore.
Elias, despite knowing the necessities for power, also knew the massive barriers that stood in his path. The would-be king toiled on the very throne denied to him, wearing no crown, and refusing to sit down in a manner befitting his station. The Stravos refused visitors, toiling in the anguish of his halted schemes, reeling from the wounds of his failure. And all the while, Elias remained neutral in expression, keeping his chiseled features free of the worries that plagued his mind. It was fitting that he did, after all, for the echoing of footsteps of the citizen, loud enough to be heard alerted the would-be king that his "guest" was of the stock that wore shoes. As if to widen the gap between master and servant, Elias did not permit his servants to wear shoes within the palati, deeming their approach unworthy of dividing his attention.
By the gait, it's a woman, too. Mother? Emilia?
In time, Elias would have his answer, the lovely visage of the child-regent Emilia, the girl who'd so willingly thrust power into his direction without also supplying to him the influence over her sister's supporters that he'd hoped for. Elias kept the Senate away for the time being, unwilling to allow them to convene until he was more secure in his means of manipulating them. Elias stalled, the people grew hungry with the plights of Athenia left unheard.
But, of course, Elias knew the plights of his people. Skirmishes persisted, cutting off the sons of Athenia from their warm beds and the cries of a child who knew not who defended them. Elias knew of the hunger that persisted, how the vile Senators, who held power in their own right, couldn't bear to relinquish their wealth and feed their lessers. It was laughable that such fools could be silenced so easily, yet their whispered criticisms were so very loud.
"Elias?"
How lovely was the soft coo of Emilia's voice. While Persephone was judicious and responsible, her sister remained innocent and trusting. Surely, the girl had a reason for visiting him, but her timid nature brought her to him in question rather than in demand. Elias did not straighten his position, sinking into the throne as he beckoned for Emilia to approach him,
"Yes, yes. I'm here, Emilia. What is it?" he asked, keeping the impatience from his tone. He needed (for now) for the regent to be his puppet, and he was happy to put on the show of humoring her questions if it meant pleasing her sensibilities.
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Elias made every effort to make himself palatable to the powers that be within Athenia. While the heir to Stravos house was by far the most eligible male to take up the mantle of king, there were those that resented his past treason, those that challenged his claim. While Persephone was run out of Athenia, blown away to the winds by the depths of his machination, the fact that she'd taken the crown with her and wasn't generally believed to be dead placed the Stravos at the knife's edge.
The palati is mine by right. Blame Minas for being unable to sire a son, was the rebuttal he knew was his, but to actually speak such objections was to defy the last wishes of the king. Undermining a man in the ground, while necessary, spoke ill of Elias' machinations. Elias needed the people to surrender themselves to him, to believe themselves out of options until they clamor for the true heir to the throne to claim what he deserves. What stood between Elias and his claim was legion, from the hearts of the senators to the laws of the land. However, from what Circenia had taught Elias, hearts could be changed.
And with that change what's written in stone will be as if scribbled in the shore.
Elias, despite knowing the necessities for power, also knew the massive barriers that stood in his path. The would-be king toiled on the very throne denied to him, wearing no crown, and refusing to sit down in a manner befitting his station. The Stravos refused visitors, toiling in the anguish of his halted schemes, reeling from the wounds of his failure. And all the while, Elias remained neutral in expression, keeping his chiseled features free of the worries that plagued his mind. It was fitting that he did, after all, for the echoing of footsteps of the citizen, loud enough to be heard alerted the would-be king that his "guest" was of the stock that wore shoes. As if to widen the gap between master and servant, Elias did not permit his servants to wear shoes within the palati, deeming their approach unworthy of dividing his attention.
By the gait, it's a woman, too. Mother? Emilia?
In time, Elias would have his answer, the lovely visage of the child-regent Emilia, the girl who'd so willingly thrust power into his direction without also supplying to him the influence over her sister's supporters that he'd hoped for. Elias kept the Senate away for the time being, unwilling to allow them to convene until he was more secure in his means of manipulating them. Elias stalled, the people grew hungry with the plights of Athenia left unheard.
But, of course, Elias knew the plights of his people. Skirmishes persisted, cutting off the sons of Athenia from their warm beds and the cries of a child who knew not who defended them. Elias knew of the hunger that persisted, how the vile Senators, who held power in their own right, couldn't bear to relinquish their wealth and feed their lessers. It was laughable that such fools could be silenced so easily, yet their whispered criticisms were so very loud.
"Elias?"
How lovely was the soft coo of Emilia's voice. While Persephone was judicious and responsible, her sister remained innocent and trusting. Surely, the girl had a reason for visiting him, but her timid nature brought her to him in question rather than in demand. Elias did not straighten his position, sinking into the throne as he beckoned for Emilia to approach him,
"Yes, yes. I'm here, Emilia. What is it?" he asked, keeping the impatience from his tone. He needed (for now) for the regent to be his puppet, and he was happy to put on the show of humoring her questions if it meant pleasing her sensibilities.
Elias made every effort to make himself palatable to the powers that be within Athenia. While the heir to Stravos house was by far the most eligible male to take up the mantle of king, there were those that resented his past treason, those that challenged his claim. While Persephone was run out of Athenia, blown away to the winds by the depths of his machination, the fact that she'd taken the crown with her and wasn't generally believed to be dead placed the Stravos at the knife's edge.
The palati is mine by right. Blame Minas for being unable to sire a son, was the rebuttal he knew was his, but to actually speak such objections was to defy the last wishes of the king. Undermining a man in the ground, while necessary, spoke ill of Elias' machinations. Elias needed the people to surrender themselves to him, to believe themselves out of options until they clamor for the true heir to the throne to claim what he deserves. What stood between Elias and his claim was legion, from the hearts of the senators to the laws of the land. However, from what Circenia had taught Elias, hearts could be changed.
And with that change what's written in stone will be as if scribbled in the shore.
Elias, despite knowing the necessities for power, also knew the massive barriers that stood in his path. The would-be king toiled on the very throne denied to him, wearing no crown, and refusing to sit down in a manner befitting his station. The Stravos refused visitors, toiling in the anguish of his halted schemes, reeling from the wounds of his failure. And all the while, Elias remained neutral in expression, keeping his chiseled features free of the worries that plagued his mind. It was fitting that he did, after all, for the echoing of footsteps of the citizen, loud enough to be heard alerted the would-be king that his "guest" was of the stock that wore shoes. As if to widen the gap between master and servant, Elias did not permit his servants to wear shoes within the palati, deeming their approach unworthy of dividing his attention.
By the gait, it's a woman, too. Mother? Emilia?
In time, Elias would have his answer, the lovely visage of the child-regent Emilia, the girl who'd so willingly thrust power into his direction without also supplying to him the influence over her sister's supporters that he'd hoped for. Elias kept the Senate away for the time being, unwilling to allow them to convene until he was more secure in his means of manipulating them. Elias stalled, the people grew hungry with the plights of Athenia left unheard.
But, of course, Elias knew the plights of his people. Skirmishes persisted, cutting off the sons of Athenia from their warm beds and the cries of a child who knew not who defended them. Elias knew of the hunger that persisted, how the vile Senators, who held power in their own right, couldn't bear to relinquish their wealth and feed their lessers. It was laughable that such fools could be silenced so easily, yet their whispered criticisms were so very loud.
"Elias?"
How lovely was the soft coo of Emilia's voice. While Persephone was judicious and responsible, her sister remained innocent and trusting. Surely, the girl had a reason for visiting him, but her timid nature brought her to him in question rather than in demand. Elias did not straighten his position, sinking into the throne as he beckoned for Emilia to approach him,
"Yes, yes. I'm here, Emilia. What is it?" he asked, keeping the impatience from his tone. He needed (for now) for the regent to be his puppet, and he was happy to put on the show of humoring her questions if it meant pleasing her sensibilities.
He always used such a gentle tone, and Emilia wanted, oh so badly to trust him. It would make things so much easier if Elias was actually here to help, that he would be around until it comes a day when Persephone was back and people would start looking to Emilia for decisions - because she can't make them! How is she expected to make a decision that would effect many lives and families, when she can't even decide what color she'd want to use for her new gown? That was why Emilia had eventually bought all the colors available, she just couldn't choose!
The weight of decision-making was bearing down on Emilia that she was beginning to lose sleep, but more then that, she just couldn't stand the idea that Athenia was falling by the wayside, and all because she had trusted the wrong person. More then anything, she couldn't bear to bring shame to her family, most notably her father and sister. Would Minas be disappointed in her actions now?
She bit her bottom lip as Elias turned to her, a picture of indecision and uncertainty. With her sky blue chiton layered with a white one beneath, brunette curls framing her heart-shaped face, Emilia suddenly looked infinitely younger then her seventeen years of age as she stared blinking at Elias, taking some time to pick out the words before speaking. "I... Is there a reason why the Senate hasn't been open?"
Technically, Emilia could've came earlier to Elias with this query, a news that was on the lips on everyone outside the palati walls. Except it was only recently, after a long 'instruction to remain inside for her safety', had Emilia headed out, and even then it was accompanied by Circenia as she shopped for new materials to fabricate a new dress. The girl had merely heard someone whisper in passing, but her new guard had also informed her of the rumors now spreading, casting both Elias and her sister in a badlight, not to mention her own person.
Emilia did not intend to let her cousin find out about how she found out, of course, but she did want to know why, which was what led to her seeking him out this afternoon. Emilia was the regent, but with her inability to run a kingdom, she had happily relinquished the task to Elias.
The question was if she made the right decision now.
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He always used such a gentle tone, and Emilia wanted, oh so badly to trust him. It would make things so much easier if Elias was actually here to help, that he would be around until it comes a day when Persephone was back and people would start looking to Emilia for decisions - because she can't make them! How is she expected to make a decision that would effect many lives and families, when she can't even decide what color she'd want to use for her new gown? That was why Emilia had eventually bought all the colors available, she just couldn't choose!
The weight of decision-making was bearing down on Emilia that she was beginning to lose sleep, but more then that, she just couldn't stand the idea that Athenia was falling by the wayside, and all because she had trusted the wrong person. More then anything, she couldn't bear to bring shame to her family, most notably her father and sister. Would Minas be disappointed in her actions now?
She bit her bottom lip as Elias turned to her, a picture of indecision and uncertainty. With her sky blue chiton layered with a white one beneath, brunette curls framing her heart-shaped face, Emilia suddenly looked infinitely younger then her seventeen years of age as she stared blinking at Elias, taking some time to pick out the words before speaking. "I... Is there a reason why the Senate hasn't been open?"
Technically, Emilia could've came earlier to Elias with this query, a news that was on the lips on everyone outside the palati walls. Except it was only recently, after a long 'instruction to remain inside for her safety', had Emilia headed out, and even then it was accompanied by Circenia as she shopped for new materials to fabricate a new dress. The girl had merely heard someone whisper in passing, but her new guard had also informed her of the rumors now spreading, casting both Elias and her sister in a badlight, not to mention her own person.
Emilia did not intend to let her cousin find out about how she found out, of course, but she did want to know why, which was what led to her seeking him out this afternoon. Emilia was the regent, but with her inability to run a kingdom, she had happily relinquished the task to Elias.
The question was if she made the right decision now.
He always used such a gentle tone, and Emilia wanted, oh so badly to trust him. It would make things so much easier if Elias was actually here to help, that he would be around until it comes a day when Persephone was back and people would start looking to Emilia for decisions - because she can't make them! How is she expected to make a decision that would effect many lives and families, when she can't even decide what color she'd want to use for her new gown? That was why Emilia had eventually bought all the colors available, she just couldn't choose!
The weight of decision-making was bearing down on Emilia that she was beginning to lose sleep, but more then that, she just couldn't stand the idea that Athenia was falling by the wayside, and all because she had trusted the wrong person. More then anything, she couldn't bear to bring shame to her family, most notably her father and sister. Would Minas be disappointed in her actions now?
She bit her bottom lip as Elias turned to her, a picture of indecision and uncertainty. With her sky blue chiton layered with a white one beneath, brunette curls framing her heart-shaped face, Emilia suddenly looked infinitely younger then her seventeen years of age as she stared blinking at Elias, taking some time to pick out the words before speaking. "I... Is there a reason why the Senate hasn't been open?"
Technically, Emilia could've came earlier to Elias with this query, a news that was on the lips on everyone outside the palati walls. Except it was only recently, after a long 'instruction to remain inside for her safety', had Emilia headed out, and even then it was accompanied by Circenia as she shopped for new materials to fabricate a new dress. The girl had merely heard someone whisper in passing, but her new guard had also informed her of the rumors now spreading, casting both Elias and her sister in a badlight, not to mention her own person.
Emilia did not intend to let her cousin find out about how she found out, of course, but she did want to know why, which was what led to her seeking him out this afternoon. Emilia was the regent, but with her inability to run a kingdom, she had happily relinquished the task to Elias.
The question was if she made the right decision now.
Guile was a tool. Circenia had attempted to beat the lesson into Elias from a young age, and he took it on with some degree of consistency. Tensions were high, and the mounting pressure had caused Elias to act rashly, but as the flames subsided and the Stravos salvaged what was less, cooler minds prevailed. Guile needed to make its heady return and Emilia's innocent mind was the perfect medium with which to understand the quality once again.
Elias knew Emilia. He knew that though Elias had faltered under the pressure of being the regent, that same pressure would break Emilia. The girl had trouble deciding her meals. Gods be damned if she were to be placed in a position of any responsibility, let alone the grandest one. Emilia took her time in getting to her point, looking at Elias as he sat on the throne in his haphazard fashion, as if attempting to gather the words that failed her so. When she spoke, her tone was hesitant, the point dragging for even longer before she voiced it.
A fair question, the Stravos reasoned. Certainly, Elias expected it, but nonetheless he was surprised that the fair regent in front of him possessed anything similar to a brain. Or, did someone plant that question into her head? Elias offered his cousin a smile, intent on holding her gaze in his own. Fingers brushed along his chin. Perhaps Elias' gaze held an intensity to them, though his posture was relaxed as he answered,
"There are enemies among the Senators, Emilia. Look at what's happened! Your dear sister was forced from the capitol! The world is burning around us and realistically, who can you trust to sit in the halls? What if they come for you, next?" he offered, his eyes widening with the facsimile of worry. It was often amusing to the Stravos that he was raised in an old theatre house. Certainly, the acoustics within had made him fall in love with his own voice. He'd shifted his tones, bending his words at the behest of both his mother and his own curiosity. Now, he hoped it paid off its dividends as he rose to his feet.
The former baron motioned to the empty grand hall. He stepped forward, intent on closing the distance between the cousins. His fingers sought to knead into her shoulders, the personal contact added with a flair for the dramatic as he continued on,
"There are suspects, of course. The attacks are being investigated and efforts are being made to have particularly suspicious figures followed. Fruit is bearing slower than I'd like, and I've yet to convene the Senate, deliberating when the proper time to re-convene is. But, Emilia, if you insist, I could bring the would-be assassins into your home. Or, you could Am I performing poorly, Emilia? Could you do better?" he asked.
Elias played a hard game. Of course, if she answered affirmatively, he had no intention of surrendering the power that he had. Quite the opposite, in fact. He'd wrest more and more of it away, bleeding truth and fiction together in his efforts at swaying the very world to bow to his demands.
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Guile was a tool. Circenia had attempted to beat the lesson into Elias from a young age, and he took it on with some degree of consistency. Tensions were high, and the mounting pressure had caused Elias to act rashly, but as the flames subsided and the Stravos salvaged what was less, cooler minds prevailed. Guile needed to make its heady return and Emilia's innocent mind was the perfect medium with which to understand the quality once again.
Elias knew Emilia. He knew that though Elias had faltered under the pressure of being the regent, that same pressure would break Emilia. The girl had trouble deciding her meals. Gods be damned if she were to be placed in a position of any responsibility, let alone the grandest one. Emilia took her time in getting to her point, looking at Elias as he sat on the throne in his haphazard fashion, as if attempting to gather the words that failed her so. When she spoke, her tone was hesitant, the point dragging for even longer before she voiced it.
A fair question, the Stravos reasoned. Certainly, Elias expected it, but nonetheless he was surprised that the fair regent in front of him possessed anything similar to a brain. Or, did someone plant that question into her head? Elias offered his cousin a smile, intent on holding her gaze in his own. Fingers brushed along his chin. Perhaps Elias' gaze held an intensity to them, though his posture was relaxed as he answered,
"There are enemies among the Senators, Emilia. Look at what's happened! Your dear sister was forced from the capitol! The world is burning around us and realistically, who can you trust to sit in the halls? What if they come for you, next?" he offered, his eyes widening with the facsimile of worry. It was often amusing to the Stravos that he was raised in an old theatre house. Certainly, the acoustics within had made him fall in love with his own voice. He'd shifted his tones, bending his words at the behest of both his mother and his own curiosity. Now, he hoped it paid off its dividends as he rose to his feet.
The former baron motioned to the empty grand hall. He stepped forward, intent on closing the distance between the cousins. His fingers sought to knead into her shoulders, the personal contact added with a flair for the dramatic as he continued on,
"There are suspects, of course. The attacks are being investigated and efforts are being made to have particularly suspicious figures followed. Fruit is bearing slower than I'd like, and I've yet to convene the Senate, deliberating when the proper time to re-convene is. But, Emilia, if you insist, I could bring the would-be assassins into your home. Or, you could Am I performing poorly, Emilia? Could you do better?" he asked.
Elias played a hard game. Of course, if she answered affirmatively, he had no intention of surrendering the power that he had. Quite the opposite, in fact. He'd wrest more and more of it away, bleeding truth and fiction together in his efforts at swaying the very world to bow to his demands.
Guile was a tool. Circenia had attempted to beat the lesson into Elias from a young age, and he took it on with some degree of consistency. Tensions were high, and the mounting pressure had caused Elias to act rashly, but as the flames subsided and the Stravos salvaged what was less, cooler minds prevailed. Guile needed to make its heady return and Emilia's innocent mind was the perfect medium with which to understand the quality once again.
Elias knew Emilia. He knew that though Elias had faltered under the pressure of being the regent, that same pressure would break Emilia. The girl had trouble deciding her meals. Gods be damned if she were to be placed in a position of any responsibility, let alone the grandest one. Emilia took her time in getting to her point, looking at Elias as he sat on the throne in his haphazard fashion, as if attempting to gather the words that failed her so. When she spoke, her tone was hesitant, the point dragging for even longer before she voiced it.
A fair question, the Stravos reasoned. Certainly, Elias expected it, but nonetheless he was surprised that the fair regent in front of him possessed anything similar to a brain. Or, did someone plant that question into her head? Elias offered his cousin a smile, intent on holding her gaze in his own. Fingers brushed along his chin. Perhaps Elias' gaze held an intensity to them, though his posture was relaxed as he answered,
"There are enemies among the Senators, Emilia. Look at what's happened! Your dear sister was forced from the capitol! The world is burning around us and realistically, who can you trust to sit in the halls? What if they come for you, next?" he offered, his eyes widening with the facsimile of worry. It was often amusing to the Stravos that he was raised in an old theatre house. Certainly, the acoustics within had made him fall in love with his own voice. He'd shifted his tones, bending his words at the behest of both his mother and his own curiosity. Now, he hoped it paid off its dividends as he rose to his feet.
The former baron motioned to the empty grand hall. He stepped forward, intent on closing the distance between the cousins. His fingers sought to knead into her shoulders, the personal contact added with a flair for the dramatic as he continued on,
"There are suspects, of course. The attacks are being investigated and efforts are being made to have particularly suspicious figures followed. Fruit is bearing slower than I'd like, and I've yet to convene the Senate, deliberating when the proper time to re-convene is. But, Emilia, if you insist, I could bring the would-be assassins into your home. Or, you could Am I performing poorly, Emilia? Could you do better?" he asked.
Elias played a hard game. Of course, if she answered affirmatively, he had no intention of surrendering the power that he had. Quite the opposite, in fact. He'd wrest more and more of it away, bleeding truth and fiction together in his efforts at swaying the very world to bow to his demands.
Her sister had always complained about the Stravoses. Admittedly, Persephone rarely discussed Senate matters with Emilia, and neither did the younger Xanthos asked much. She had just came to terms long ago, with the fact that she simply did not have the head for matters pertaining to the kingdom, and left all of it to her elder sister with much gratitude for being born second of the two. Now that Persephone was gone however, Emilia found herself questioning.... many things.
His stare was unnerving, a piercing gaze amidst a handsome face that Emilia suspected was capable of getting him anything. The girl had to constantly remind herself of what she was here for, to not get distracted by the beauty that he had apparently been born with. Whisper on the street was that Aphrodite herself had smiled down upon his birth, and with the porcelain like features of his visage, Emilia was inclined to believe them.
The princess gulped, seeing the truth in his words. He wasn't wrong afterall, that there had been insurgents meant someone obviously disagreed with the motion of placing her and her betrothed as an heir to the throne upon the death of their father. Emilia knew the senators and barons had not all agreed to it, but she had thought it was majority that allowed the motion to pass, was it not? How could someone try and defy something which had won majority? Emilia wrung the hands she held in front of her in a show of nerves, her eyes warily watching as Elias descended to the empty hall they stood in, drawing closer to her.
Biting her bottom lip when the finely groomed lord stood next to her, hands upon her shoulders, the brunette felt torn even in herself, to believe him or to find out if what Lesley had told her was true. How did one play this game of cat and mouse in court? It was no wonder Persephone had always been so tired.
"I cannot, of course, Elias." the girl was quick to say, her heart beating a mile a minute as she responded. Her cheeks were flushed from anxiety, but to even think for a fleeting moment that she would have to decide was enough to make her rate increase. The girl shook her head quickly, brunette locks flying before she continued. "But... Senate could just as easily be held in the Dikasitrio in the city, could it not?" It was how Senates had been held from time to time. If Elias had chose to withhold court sessions, that Emilia would understand, for the palati would be a dangerous place to open to the public. But she didn't necessarily had to be in the Senate for it to take place, did she?
"I... I understand that not all within the senators agreed to the motion a month back," she started hesitantly, referring to when they had agreed to let females become heirs in the absence of a direct male heir, "But wouldn't having them attend meets be easier to figure out who was the culprit behind the attacks? I... I have my guards." In a show of bravery, the girl hardened her jaw, and took a deep breathe before looking at Elias eye to eye. "We can't keep Senate suspended this way, it isn't going to look good on any of us."
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Her sister had always complained about the Stravoses. Admittedly, Persephone rarely discussed Senate matters with Emilia, and neither did the younger Xanthos asked much. She had just came to terms long ago, with the fact that she simply did not have the head for matters pertaining to the kingdom, and left all of it to her elder sister with much gratitude for being born second of the two. Now that Persephone was gone however, Emilia found herself questioning.... many things.
His stare was unnerving, a piercing gaze amidst a handsome face that Emilia suspected was capable of getting him anything. The girl had to constantly remind herself of what she was here for, to not get distracted by the beauty that he had apparently been born with. Whisper on the street was that Aphrodite herself had smiled down upon his birth, and with the porcelain like features of his visage, Emilia was inclined to believe them.
The princess gulped, seeing the truth in his words. He wasn't wrong afterall, that there had been insurgents meant someone obviously disagreed with the motion of placing her and her betrothed as an heir to the throne upon the death of their father. Emilia knew the senators and barons had not all agreed to it, but she had thought it was majority that allowed the motion to pass, was it not? How could someone try and defy something which had won majority? Emilia wrung the hands she held in front of her in a show of nerves, her eyes warily watching as Elias descended to the empty hall they stood in, drawing closer to her.
Biting her bottom lip when the finely groomed lord stood next to her, hands upon her shoulders, the brunette felt torn even in herself, to believe him or to find out if what Lesley had told her was true. How did one play this game of cat and mouse in court? It was no wonder Persephone had always been so tired.
"I cannot, of course, Elias." the girl was quick to say, her heart beating a mile a minute as she responded. Her cheeks were flushed from anxiety, but to even think for a fleeting moment that she would have to decide was enough to make her rate increase. The girl shook her head quickly, brunette locks flying before she continued. "But... Senate could just as easily be held in the Dikasitrio in the city, could it not?" It was how Senates had been held from time to time. If Elias had chose to withhold court sessions, that Emilia would understand, for the palati would be a dangerous place to open to the public. But she didn't necessarily had to be in the Senate for it to take place, did she?
"I... I understand that not all within the senators agreed to the motion a month back," she started hesitantly, referring to when they had agreed to let females become heirs in the absence of a direct male heir, "But wouldn't having them attend meets be easier to figure out who was the culprit behind the attacks? I... I have my guards." In a show of bravery, the girl hardened her jaw, and took a deep breathe before looking at Elias eye to eye. "We can't keep Senate suspended this way, it isn't going to look good on any of us."
Her sister had always complained about the Stravoses. Admittedly, Persephone rarely discussed Senate matters with Emilia, and neither did the younger Xanthos asked much. She had just came to terms long ago, with the fact that she simply did not have the head for matters pertaining to the kingdom, and left all of it to her elder sister with much gratitude for being born second of the two. Now that Persephone was gone however, Emilia found herself questioning.... many things.
His stare was unnerving, a piercing gaze amidst a handsome face that Emilia suspected was capable of getting him anything. The girl had to constantly remind herself of what she was here for, to not get distracted by the beauty that he had apparently been born with. Whisper on the street was that Aphrodite herself had smiled down upon his birth, and with the porcelain like features of his visage, Emilia was inclined to believe them.
The princess gulped, seeing the truth in his words. He wasn't wrong afterall, that there had been insurgents meant someone obviously disagreed with the motion of placing her and her betrothed as an heir to the throne upon the death of their father. Emilia knew the senators and barons had not all agreed to it, but she had thought it was majority that allowed the motion to pass, was it not? How could someone try and defy something which had won majority? Emilia wrung the hands she held in front of her in a show of nerves, her eyes warily watching as Elias descended to the empty hall they stood in, drawing closer to her.
Biting her bottom lip when the finely groomed lord stood next to her, hands upon her shoulders, the brunette felt torn even in herself, to believe him or to find out if what Lesley had told her was true. How did one play this game of cat and mouse in court? It was no wonder Persephone had always been so tired.
"I cannot, of course, Elias." the girl was quick to say, her heart beating a mile a minute as she responded. Her cheeks were flushed from anxiety, but to even think for a fleeting moment that she would have to decide was enough to make her rate increase. The girl shook her head quickly, brunette locks flying before she continued. "But... Senate could just as easily be held in the Dikasitrio in the city, could it not?" It was how Senates had been held from time to time. If Elias had chose to withhold court sessions, that Emilia would understand, for the palati would be a dangerous place to open to the public. But she didn't necessarily had to be in the Senate for it to take place, did she?
"I... I understand that not all within the senators agreed to the motion a month back," she started hesitantly, referring to when they had agreed to let females become heirs in the absence of a direct male heir, "But wouldn't having them attend meets be easier to figure out who was the culprit behind the attacks? I... I have my guards." In a show of bravery, the girl hardened her jaw, and took a deep breathe before looking at Elias eye to eye. "We can't keep Senate suspended this way, it isn't going to look good on any of us."
Honey-colored eyes were filled with sympathy. The heir to Stravos knew more than most the confusion that could come with staggered information. Emilia was comflicted. Mouths close to the girl were likely warning her of Elias. He was thrust with allegations of treason, stripped of his nobility, but she still trusted him with the power of a regent. Elias counted those fortunes, for once relieved of that pressure, surely Emilia wouldn't seek it out again. He waited to see if she would, if he'd need to backtrack and insist that the kingdom was best served in his hands.
But, Elias of Stravos knew Emilia. And, he was right.
"I cannot, of course, Elias," she began, then she continued to protest the fact that the Senate could be convened safely. Of course it would, but Elias needed to bide his time a bit longer. Spies had just begun gathering information, and the Stravos needed to keep the Senate disbarred for long enough for that effort to yield fruit. She brought up the fact that she possessed a guard, to the motion that stopped Elias from simply assuming the throne outright. Anger welled within him, but he kept it at bay. The Stravos allowed his fingers to lace further pressure into the young woman's shoulders. They rose along her neck, soothing into the tightly coiled muscles there.
Elias was a tactile creature, fully aware of his beauty. While groomed to be a baron from a young age, he'd not neglected touch and the benefits it could pass on. Elias kneaded away knots in the girl's shoulders as he continued to address her questions. He was growing weary of her efforts, fully aware of the need to re-assemble the Senate.
In due time, he thought.
"The location of the meetings is important, but it isn't the only reason to keep the senators away, Emilia. The tensions are higher than ever, with riots and crime plaguing Athenia in ways we haven't seen in a long time. Meeting the Senate publically could incite rebellion. How many senators do you know that could outrun a mob?" he asked, thinking of his father in the moment.
"But, nonetheless, you're right, of course. The Senate needs to meet, and it'll be soon. As soon as I can convince myself that the event is properly staffed to prevent unwanted incidents," he cooed into the girl's ear. He released her from his grasp, his lips pressing briefly to the top of her head before he asked,
"Do you have any other concerns? Suggestions, my queen?"
Elias internally retched at the very thought of acknowledging Emilia as such, but to placate her, he pulled every trick out of the book. He stepped away, raising both arms over his shoulders, lacing fingertips behind his head as he stretched out his shoulders. It'd been made abundantly clear that Emilia was tense, but perhaps Elias neglected to realize his own knots. He blew a sigh from his lips before he asked,
"Walk with me, if you want," as he began to lead them out of the grand hall. The path was familiar to the both of them, to the study that was once Persephone's.
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Honey-colored eyes were filled with sympathy. The heir to Stravos knew more than most the confusion that could come with staggered information. Emilia was comflicted. Mouths close to the girl were likely warning her of Elias. He was thrust with allegations of treason, stripped of his nobility, but she still trusted him with the power of a regent. Elias counted those fortunes, for once relieved of that pressure, surely Emilia wouldn't seek it out again. He waited to see if she would, if he'd need to backtrack and insist that the kingdom was best served in his hands.
But, Elias of Stravos knew Emilia. And, he was right.
"I cannot, of course, Elias," she began, then she continued to protest the fact that the Senate could be convened safely. Of course it would, but Elias needed to bide his time a bit longer. Spies had just begun gathering information, and the Stravos needed to keep the Senate disbarred for long enough for that effort to yield fruit. She brought up the fact that she possessed a guard, to the motion that stopped Elias from simply assuming the throne outright. Anger welled within him, but he kept it at bay. The Stravos allowed his fingers to lace further pressure into the young woman's shoulders. They rose along her neck, soothing into the tightly coiled muscles there.
Elias was a tactile creature, fully aware of his beauty. While groomed to be a baron from a young age, he'd not neglected touch and the benefits it could pass on. Elias kneaded away knots in the girl's shoulders as he continued to address her questions. He was growing weary of her efforts, fully aware of the need to re-assemble the Senate.
In due time, he thought.
"The location of the meetings is important, but it isn't the only reason to keep the senators away, Emilia. The tensions are higher than ever, with riots and crime plaguing Athenia in ways we haven't seen in a long time. Meeting the Senate publically could incite rebellion. How many senators do you know that could outrun a mob?" he asked, thinking of his father in the moment.
"But, nonetheless, you're right, of course. The Senate needs to meet, and it'll be soon. As soon as I can convince myself that the event is properly staffed to prevent unwanted incidents," he cooed into the girl's ear. He released her from his grasp, his lips pressing briefly to the top of her head before he asked,
"Do you have any other concerns? Suggestions, my queen?"
Elias internally retched at the very thought of acknowledging Emilia as such, but to placate her, he pulled every trick out of the book. He stepped away, raising both arms over his shoulders, lacing fingertips behind his head as he stretched out his shoulders. It'd been made abundantly clear that Emilia was tense, but perhaps Elias neglected to realize his own knots. He blew a sigh from his lips before he asked,
"Walk with me, if you want," as he began to lead them out of the grand hall. The path was familiar to the both of them, to the study that was once Persephone's.
Honey-colored eyes were filled with sympathy. The heir to Stravos knew more than most the confusion that could come with staggered information. Emilia was comflicted. Mouths close to the girl were likely warning her of Elias. He was thrust with allegations of treason, stripped of his nobility, but she still trusted him with the power of a regent. Elias counted those fortunes, for once relieved of that pressure, surely Emilia wouldn't seek it out again. He waited to see if she would, if he'd need to backtrack and insist that the kingdom was best served in his hands.
But, Elias of Stravos knew Emilia. And, he was right.
"I cannot, of course, Elias," she began, then she continued to protest the fact that the Senate could be convened safely. Of course it would, but Elias needed to bide his time a bit longer. Spies had just begun gathering information, and the Stravos needed to keep the Senate disbarred for long enough for that effort to yield fruit. She brought up the fact that she possessed a guard, to the motion that stopped Elias from simply assuming the throne outright. Anger welled within him, but he kept it at bay. The Stravos allowed his fingers to lace further pressure into the young woman's shoulders. They rose along her neck, soothing into the tightly coiled muscles there.
Elias was a tactile creature, fully aware of his beauty. While groomed to be a baron from a young age, he'd not neglected touch and the benefits it could pass on. Elias kneaded away knots in the girl's shoulders as he continued to address her questions. He was growing weary of her efforts, fully aware of the need to re-assemble the Senate.
In due time, he thought.
"The location of the meetings is important, but it isn't the only reason to keep the senators away, Emilia. The tensions are higher than ever, with riots and crime plaguing Athenia in ways we haven't seen in a long time. Meeting the Senate publically could incite rebellion. How many senators do you know that could outrun a mob?" he asked, thinking of his father in the moment.
"But, nonetheless, you're right, of course. The Senate needs to meet, and it'll be soon. As soon as I can convince myself that the event is properly staffed to prevent unwanted incidents," he cooed into the girl's ear. He released her from his grasp, his lips pressing briefly to the top of her head before he asked,
"Do you have any other concerns? Suggestions, my queen?"
Elias internally retched at the very thought of acknowledging Emilia as such, but to placate her, he pulled every trick out of the book. He stepped away, raising both arms over his shoulders, lacing fingertips behind his head as he stretched out his shoulders. It'd been made abundantly clear that Emilia was tense, but perhaps Elias neglected to realize his own knots. He blew a sigh from his lips before he asked,
"Walk with me, if you want," as he began to lead them out of the grand hall. The path was familiar to the both of them, to the study that was once Persephone's.
There were reasons, of course there would be. Surely Elias wouldn't act in a way that would harm Athenia, would he? The Stravos family was well known to be wealthy and powerful, commercial businesses resting throughout every corner of Athenian lands. Elias wouldn't want any harm to befall both the kingdom and the economy of their home, Emilia trusted. It was why she had accepted when Elias had came on the heels of the attack, and offered to be regeant. The young brunette had been far too distraught at the havoc wrecked upon her home and the dissappearance of her sister to even formulate how she would run a kingdom.
To question his ability was turning more and more like questioning his sincerity in offering help, and her long-term training as a princess to always adhere to good relationships between royal families, be it from the same kingdom or not, and to ensure no harmful words were spoken bubbled forth, and Emilia was quick to amend her words, as she nodded in agreement to his reasons.
"That is true. Would Senate not help in keeping tensions lower though? They would have an outlet in where they could air all their concerns and questions." Instead of sounding suspicious however, this time Emilia merely sounded curious, almost earnest in her tone. While she understood that tensions were high, Emilia was also under the impression that most senators were unhappy due to the lack of senate meets, which meant they had nowhere in which they could voice concerns or questions regarding what would happen to Athenia next now that the supposed Queen was gone in the event of Minas's death.
Elias's referral to her as a queen made her heart beat a little faster, not in exhiliration as it would once upon a time if a man as handsome as he were to use such a doting tone on her, but more of anxiety, the very thought of being Queen making her palms sweat.
Quickly, the brunette shook her head, her curls bouncing as she did so. "It would perhaps soothe me to know the senators unhappy with the lack of a senate meet could be informed, but otherwise, I can think of nothing else, Elias."
Biting her bottom lip, she watched the relaxed stance of Elias, and then her eyes widened in curiosity and question at his offer. Walk with him? While she wondered why, a part of Emilia was quick to agree. It had been awhile since she's had a leisurely walk without the eyes of guards on her, and while being with Elias didn't necessarily mean she got to be by herself, fresh air was always a good idea when someone like Emilia spent a prolonged amount of time indoors.
So she quickly ran a little to keep up with him, assuming he would be taking a walk outdoors. Yet Elias led her to a path leading to what she knew as her sister's study, a place she often spent time in back when peace was at the forefront. The place was sparsely decorated, more books and ledgers, tax records and various other documents surrounding a functionable desk with multiple chairs surrounding it, the very chairs she's seen Persephone meet with other senators to discuss matters regarding the kingdom, matters in which Emilia couldn't even begin to wrap her head around.
As they entered the room, the young princess turned her hazel eyes to Elias in question. "Is there a reason we're here?"
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There were reasons, of course there would be. Surely Elias wouldn't act in a way that would harm Athenia, would he? The Stravos family was well known to be wealthy and powerful, commercial businesses resting throughout every corner of Athenian lands. Elias wouldn't want any harm to befall both the kingdom and the economy of their home, Emilia trusted. It was why she had accepted when Elias had came on the heels of the attack, and offered to be regeant. The young brunette had been far too distraught at the havoc wrecked upon her home and the dissappearance of her sister to even formulate how she would run a kingdom.
To question his ability was turning more and more like questioning his sincerity in offering help, and her long-term training as a princess to always adhere to good relationships between royal families, be it from the same kingdom or not, and to ensure no harmful words were spoken bubbled forth, and Emilia was quick to amend her words, as she nodded in agreement to his reasons.
"That is true. Would Senate not help in keeping tensions lower though? They would have an outlet in where they could air all their concerns and questions." Instead of sounding suspicious however, this time Emilia merely sounded curious, almost earnest in her tone. While she understood that tensions were high, Emilia was also under the impression that most senators were unhappy due to the lack of senate meets, which meant they had nowhere in which they could voice concerns or questions regarding what would happen to Athenia next now that the supposed Queen was gone in the event of Minas's death.
Elias's referral to her as a queen made her heart beat a little faster, not in exhiliration as it would once upon a time if a man as handsome as he were to use such a doting tone on her, but more of anxiety, the very thought of being Queen making her palms sweat.
Quickly, the brunette shook her head, her curls bouncing as she did so. "It would perhaps soothe me to know the senators unhappy with the lack of a senate meet could be informed, but otherwise, I can think of nothing else, Elias."
Biting her bottom lip, she watched the relaxed stance of Elias, and then her eyes widened in curiosity and question at his offer. Walk with him? While she wondered why, a part of Emilia was quick to agree. It had been awhile since she's had a leisurely walk without the eyes of guards on her, and while being with Elias didn't necessarily mean she got to be by herself, fresh air was always a good idea when someone like Emilia spent a prolonged amount of time indoors.
So she quickly ran a little to keep up with him, assuming he would be taking a walk outdoors. Yet Elias led her to a path leading to what she knew as her sister's study, a place she often spent time in back when peace was at the forefront. The place was sparsely decorated, more books and ledgers, tax records and various other documents surrounding a functionable desk with multiple chairs surrounding it, the very chairs she's seen Persephone meet with other senators to discuss matters regarding the kingdom, matters in which Emilia couldn't even begin to wrap her head around.
As they entered the room, the young princess turned her hazel eyes to Elias in question. "Is there a reason we're here?"
There were reasons, of course there would be. Surely Elias wouldn't act in a way that would harm Athenia, would he? The Stravos family was well known to be wealthy and powerful, commercial businesses resting throughout every corner of Athenian lands. Elias wouldn't want any harm to befall both the kingdom and the economy of their home, Emilia trusted. It was why she had accepted when Elias had came on the heels of the attack, and offered to be regeant. The young brunette had been far too distraught at the havoc wrecked upon her home and the dissappearance of her sister to even formulate how she would run a kingdom.
To question his ability was turning more and more like questioning his sincerity in offering help, and her long-term training as a princess to always adhere to good relationships between royal families, be it from the same kingdom or not, and to ensure no harmful words were spoken bubbled forth, and Emilia was quick to amend her words, as she nodded in agreement to his reasons.
"That is true. Would Senate not help in keeping tensions lower though? They would have an outlet in where they could air all their concerns and questions." Instead of sounding suspicious however, this time Emilia merely sounded curious, almost earnest in her tone. While she understood that tensions were high, Emilia was also under the impression that most senators were unhappy due to the lack of senate meets, which meant they had nowhere in which they could voice concerns or questions regarding what would happen to Athenia next now that the supposed Queen was gone in the event of Minas's death.
Elias's referral to her as a queen made her heart beat a little faster, not in exhiliration as it would once upon a time if a man as handsome as he were to use such a doting tone on her, but more of anxiety, the very thought of being Queen making her palms sweat.
Quickly, the brunette shook her head, her curls bouncing as she did so. "It would perhaps soothe me to know the senators unhappy with the lack of a senate meet could be informed, but otherwise, I can think of nothing else, Elias."
Biting her bottom lip, she watched the relaxed stance of Elias, and then her eyes widened in curiosity and question at his offer. Walk with him? While she wondered why, a part of Emilia was quick to agree. It had been awhile since she's had a leisurely walk without the eyes of guards on her, and while being with Elias didn't necessarily mean she got to be by herself, fresh air was always a good idea when someone like Emilia spent a prolonged amount of time indoors.
So she quickly ran a little to keep up with him, assuming he would be taking a walk outdoors. Yet Elias led her to a path leading to what she knew as her sister's study, a place she often spent time in back when peace was at the forefront. The place was sparsely decorated, more books and ledgers, tax records and various other documents surrounding a functionable desk with multiple chairs surrounding it, the very chairs she's seen Persephone meet with other senators to discuss matters regarding the kingdom, matters in which Emilia couldn't even begin to wrap her head around.
As they entered the room, the young princess turned her hazel eyes to Elias in question. "Is there a reason we're here?"
"I have every reason to believe that, for the moment, reconvening the Senate would further inflate the tensions. I told you already, Emilia. The time draws closer. I just need... the pieces to line up."
Elias of Stravos was many things. Vanity, cruelty, envy and pettiness were flaws that the Stravos family knew him capable of. However, Elias was not disloyal. While the young man had failed in many regards, arrogant and drunk on the power his stations afforded him, he did not fail on purpose. Nor did Elias fail in order to purposely harm the kingdom of Athenia. As time went on, however, the line between harm and justice were blurred, and opinion polluted the consensus of what was and what wasn't correct.
I've made my mistakes, but the time is due for them to be corrected, by no one other than myself.
Elias and Emilia walked as he stewed on what had transpired. The kingdom was in ruins, but it was not destroyed. Rioting and crime had risen, but those dedicated to a truer form of justice than Elias understood were not lacking. Athenia required healing, and Elias, as time went on, was growing more and more certain of the gravity of his position and the means he could use to rectify it. The Stravos did not dwell on Emilia's tension, for it was mirrored in his own. While the head of Stravos' facade buckled less under pressure than Emilia's, he was not immune. His bones ached with the weight of his position.
Elias tried to escape his responsibilities at times, trying to abscond into intoxication, pleasures of the flesh, or indulgent consumption. The distractions were certainly effective, but not so much that he could ever ignore the knots in his stomach. However, if Elias could bide his time a bit longer...
"Everything will be made right..."" he affirms as they continued through to their path towards the study. Emilia's question threw Elias out of his thoughts, his features softening as a chuckle escaped his lips.
Of course. We won't be long, Emilia. Just... one..." he trailed off as his gaze cast along the desk he'd taken over since his arrival. Elias reached across his desk, binding a missive into a tight scroll before he motioned for Emilia to follow him anew.
"Just some updated orders. I expected to send them soon, so they were prepared already,"" he explains away. Elias left the room thereafter and headed towards the nearest guard.
"See to it that this finds its way to Lyncestia. I trust you'll know who," he muttered. Immediately, the man nodded, a short bow extended to the lord Elias before that guard vacated the palace without further instruction. Elias, once satisfied with the bit of performance, looked back to Emilia. If she was close by, he offered her his hand, a wide smile cast upon his lips. The expression felt strange on his features.
How long had it been since the man smiled? How much longer had it been since the expression was genuine?
"You've been stranded in here for Gods only know how long!" he exclaimed, noting the obvious as a lead on, his lips curving into a smirk.
"So have I, honestly. Let's get out of here?"
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"I have every reason to believe that, for the moment, reconvening the Senate would further inflate the tensions. I told you already, Emilia. The time draws closer. I just need... the pieces to line up."
Elias of Stravos was many things. Vanity, cruelty, envy and pettiness were flaws that the Stravos family knew him capable of. However, Elias was not disloyal. While the young man had failed in many regards, arrogant and drunk on the power his stations afforded him, he did not fail on purpose. Nor did Elias fail in order to purposely harm the kingdom of Athenia. As time went on, however, the line between harm and justice were blurred, and opinion polluted the consensus of what was and what wasn't correct.
I've made my mistakes, but the time is due for them to be corrected, by no one other than myself.
Elias and Emilia walked as he stewed on what had transpired. The kingdom was in ruins, but it was not destroyed. Rioting and crime had risen, but those dedicated to a truer form of justice than Elias understood were not lacking. Athenia required healing, and Elias, as time went on, was growing more and more certain of the gravity of his position and the means he could use to rectify it. The Stravos did not dwell on Emilia's tension, for it was mirrored in his own. While the head of Stravos' facade buckled less under pressure than Emilia's, he was not immune. His bones ached with the weight of his position.
Elias tried to escape his responsibilities at times, trying to abscond into intoxication, pleasures of the flesh, or indulgent consumption. The distractions were certainly effective, but not so much that he could ever ignore the knots in his stomach. However, if Elias could bide his time a bit longer...
"Everything will be made right..."" he affirms as they continued through to their path towards the study. Emilia's question threw Elias out of his thoughts, his features softening as a chuckle escaped his lips.
Of course. We won't be long, Emilia. Just... one..." he trailed off as his gaze cast along the desk he'd taken over since his arrival. Elias reached across his desk, binding a missive into a tight scroll before he motioned for Emilia to follow him anew.
"Just some updated orders. I expected to send them soon, so they were prepared already,"" he explains away. Elias left the room thereafter and headed towards the nearest guard.
"See to it that this finds its way to Lyncestia. I trust you'll know who," he muttered. Immediately, the man nodded, a short bow extended to the lord Elias before that guard vacated the palace without further instruction. Elias, once satisfied with the bit of performance, looked back to Emilia. If she was close by, he offered her his hand, a wide smile cast upon his lips. The expression felt strange on his features.
How long had it been since the man smiled? How much longer had it been since the expression was genuine?
"You've been stranded in here for Gods only know how long!" he exclaimed, noting the obvious as a lead on, his lips curving into a smirk.
"So have I, honestly. Let's get out of here?"
"I have every reason to believe that, for the moment, reconvening the Senate would further inflate the tensions. I told you already, Emilia. The time draws closer. I just need... the pieces to line up."
Elias of Stravos was many things. Vanity, cruelty, envy and pettiness were flaws that the Stravos family knew him capable of. However, Elias was not disloyal. While the young man had failed in many regards, arrogant and drunk on the power his stations afforded him, he did not fail on purpose. Nor did Elias fail in order to purposely harm the kingdom of Athenia. As time went on, however, the line between harm and justice were blurred, and opinion polluted the consensus of what was and what wasn't correct.
I've made my mistakes, but the time is due for them to be corrected, by no one other than myself.
Elias and Emilia walked as he stewed on what had transpired. The kingdom was in ruins, but it was not destroyed. Rioting and crime had risen, but those dedicated to a truer form of justice than Elias understood were not lacking. Athenia required healing, and Elias, as time went on, was growing more and more certain of the gravity of his position and the means he could use to rectify it. The Stravos did not dwell on Emilia's tension, for it was mirrored in his own. While the head of Stravos' facade buckled less under pressure than Emilia's, he was not immune. His bones ached with the weight of his position.
Elias tried to escape his responsibilities at times, trying to abscond into intoxication, pleasures of the flesh, or indulgent consumption. The distractions were certainly effective, but not so much that he could ever ignore the knots in his stomach. However, if Elias could bide his time a bit longer...
"Everything will be made right..."" he affirms as they continued through to their path towards the study. Emilia's question threw Elias out of his thoughts, his features softening as a chuckle escaped his lips.
Of course. We won't be long, Emilia. Just... one..." he trailed off as his gaze cast along the desk he'd taken over since his arrival. Elias reached across his desk, binding a missive into a tight scroll before he motioned for Emilia to follow him anew.
"Just some updated orders. I expected to send them soon, so they were prepared already,"" he explains away. Elias left the room thereafter and headed towards the nearest guard.
"See to it that this finds its way to Lyncestia. I trust you'll know who," he muttered. Immediately, the man nodded, a short bow extended to the lord Elias before that guard vacated the palace without further instruction. Elias, once satisfied with the bit of performance, looked back to Emilia. If she was close by, he offered her his hand, a wide smile cast upon his lips. The expression felt strange on his features.
How long had it been since the man smiled? How much longer had it been since the expression was genuine?
"You've been stranded in here for Gods only know how long!" he exclaimed, noting the obvious as a lead on, his lips curving into a smirk.
"So have I, honestly. Let's get out of here?"
He was very reassuring, of that Emilia knew. It had been nothing but reassurances one after the other the moment the insurgents had attacked the palace, and Elias had appeared to give her a safe haven, in what felt like a second but could have taken hours. And all Emilia had done in that time since then seemed to be just nodding her head and agreeing to whatever Elias suggested. But what else was she supposed to do? She had no better idea then what he suggested, for the girl had only dealt with bolts of fabric and jewelry her whole life.
And it now seemed the same again, as she nodded, merely watching as he bound a tight scroll and had it sent. That Elias seemed to want it sent swiftly and to a specific person, Emilia couldn't helpbut find her curiosity piqued as the guard left, and Emilia again followed Elias as he led her out.
The princess nodded, a sudden eagerness showing in her eyes as she followed Elias to head outside. It was funny, how just a few months ago, Emilia took going outside for granted. She had free access then, whenever she wanted to go out to the market or just to visit the temples everyday, her guards and maids would be ready, and there would be no barrier be it mental or physically.
Yet today, the idea of stepping out of the safe haven of the palati comes with it a host of what-ifs. From being attacked by insurgents which haven't been caught, to why Elias had instructed a dozen guards to dog her every step, to why was there even a need of it, down to if she was being attacked at any moment, all of them made Emilia reluctant to step out even without Elias's instruction.
The sun still felt good on her face though, and the brunette quickly nodded, falling in step next to her cousin as she asked out of the blue, curiosity tinging her voice. "What was it you had to send to Lyncestia?"
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He was very reassuring, of that Emilia knew. It had been nothing but reassurances one after the other the moment the insurgents had attacked the palace, and Elias had appeared to give her a safe haven, in what felt like a second but could have taken hours. And all Emilia had done in that time since then seemed to be just nodding her head and agreeing to whatever Elias suggested. But what else was she supposed to do? She had no better idea then what he suggested, for the girl had only dealt with bolts of fabric and jewelry her whole life.
And it now seemed the same again, as she nodded, merely watching as he bound a tight scroll and had it sent. That Elias seemed to want it sent swiftly and to a specific person, Emilia couldn't helpbut find her curiosity piqued as the guard left, and Emilia again followed Elias as he led her out.
The princess nodded, a sudden eagerness showing in her eyes as she followed Elias to head outside. It was funny, how just a few months ago, Emilia took going outside for granted. She had free access then, whenever she wanted to go out to the market or just to visit the temples everyday, her guards and maids would be ready, and there would be no barrier be it mental or physically.
Yet today, the idea of stepping out of the safe haven of the palati comes with it a host of what-ifs. From being attacked by insurgents which haven't been caught, to why Elias had instructed a dozen guards to dog her every step, to why was there even a need of it, down to if she was being attacked at any moment, all of them made Emilia reluctant to step out even without Elias's instruction.
The sun still felt good on her face though, and the brunette quickly nodded, falling in step next to her cousin as she asked out of the blue, curiosity tinging her voice. "What was it you had to send to Lyncestia?"
He was very reassuring, of that Emilia knew. It had been nothing but reassurances one after the other the moment the insurgents had attacked the palace, and Elias had appeared to give her a safe haven, in what felt like a second but could have taken hours. And all Emilia had done in that time since then seemed to be just nodding her head and agreeing to whatever Elias suggested. But what else was she supposed to do? She had no better idea then what he suggested, for the girl had only dealt with bolts of fabric and jewelry her whole life.
And it now seemed the same again, as she nodded, merely watching as he bound a tight scroll and had it sent. That Elias seemed to want it sent swiftly and to a specific person, Emilia couldn't helpbut find her curiosity piqued as the guard left, and Emilia again followed Elias as he led her out.
The princess nodded, a sudden eagerness showing in her eyes as she followed Elias to head outside. It was funny, how just a few months ago, Emilia took going outside for granted. She had free access then, whenever she wanted to go out to the market or just to visit the temples everyday, her guards and maids would be ready, and there would be no barrier be it mental or physically.
Yet today, the idea of stepping out of the safe haven of the palati comes with it a host of what-ifs. From being attacked by insurgents which haven't been caught, to why Elias had instructed a dozen guards to dog her every step, to why was there even a need of it, down to if she was being attacked at any moment, all of them made Emilia reluctant to step out even without Elias's instruction.
The sun still felt good on her face though, and the brunette quickly nodded, falling in step next to her cousin as she asked out of the blue, curiosity tinging her voice. "What was it you had to send to Lyncestia?"
There were many reasons to deceive. A life in the political sphere required a sense of tact, an understanding of the people and circumstances with and in which to divulge or withhold information. While Elias of Stravos had been foolish in the past with such pressing details, he'd certainly learned his lesson. He thought to the wretch-pirate who he'd allowed to learn too much of his plans... He thought of the Senate, and their fragile hold on the truth. Then, he looked to Emilia, woefully ignorant and caught between conjecture and rumour. The last seemed the easiest to deal with, but in the end, he had other intentions with Emilia to consider.
Normally, I could just deflect the question, he mused as he listened to Emilia. However, there was an ardent curiosity within her tone, one that held a delicate balance with the positive mood her "freedom" was giving her. Elias was not wholly unmerciful, and preferred to keep the young Emilia placated. Of course, to do that, the answer she sought out need be carefully engineered. There were many interests that belonged to Elias within Lyncestia, and he'd allow Emilia to understand just one.
"I told you before, didn't I?" he began, a soft chuckle in his voice before he added, "We're looking to double our fleet of fishing vessels. These riots happen because people don't have food or jobs. It's my duty to provide them with that,"
Half-truths and happy words, but nonetheless, Elias spoke to what was just. Yes, part of that missive held such orders, but the rest... Well, that was Elias' prerogative and not Emilia's. The would-be-king flashed Emilia a smile before he dismissed the question at that. The Stravos guided Emilia through the palace gardens, the maze of trees and high-rising flower beds obscuring them mostly from outside view. The Stravos wasn't one to dally excessively on the aesthetic of his environment, but even he had to hold the majesty of the gardens in regard. The palace was opulent, and its gardens an impressive maze in which one could easily become lost. Perhaps the Stravos needed to familiarize himself with it, and he sought to roam along the known paths
"What strikes your fancy, Emilia?" he asked her. Certainly, Elias didn't seek to expose them to danger, or an abundance of eyeballs. The princess was meant to be kept from the people, all eyes meant to sit squarely on Elias as he began to address the problems of the people, one at a time. The Stravos reached for Emilia's hand, tipping his head in her direction to wink at the girl. The sun's path kept blazing across the sky, and while they had plenty of daylight to spare, it wouldn't be so forever. The warmth of the sun faded into the breeze, Elias letting his eyes fall shut in a moment of enjoyment as the wind seeped through his clothes and brushed against his skin.
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There were many reasons to deceive. A life in the political sphere required a sense of tact, an understanding of the people and circumstances with and in which to divulge or withhold information. While Elias of Stravos had been foolish in the past with such pressing details, he'd certainly learned his lesson. He thought to the wretch-pirate who he'd allowed to learn too much of his plans... He thought of the Senate, and their fragile hold on the truth. Then, he looked to Emilia, woefully ignorant and caught between conjecture and rumour. The last seemed the easiest to deal with, but in the end, he had other intentions with Emilia to consider.
Normally, I could just deflect the question, he mused as he listened to Emilia. However, there was an ardent curiosity within her tone, one that held a delicate balance with the positive mood her "freedom" was giving her. Elias was not wholly unmerciful, and preferred to keep the young Emilia placated. Of course, to do that, the answer she sought out need be carefully engineered. There were many interests that belonged to Elias within Lyncestia, and he'd allow Emilia to understand just one.
"I told you before, didn't I?" he began, a soft chuckle in his voice before he added, "We're looking to double our fleet of fishing vessels. These riots happen because people don't have food or jobs. It's my duty to provide them with that,"
Half-truths and happy words, but nonetheless, Elias spoke to what was just. Yes, part of that missive held such orders, but the rest... Well, that was Elias' prerogative and not Emilia's. The would-be-king flashed Emilia a smile before he dismissed the question at that. The Stravos guided Emilia through the palace gardens, the maze of trees and high-rising flower beds obscuring them mostly from outside view. The Stravos wasn't one to dally excessively on the aesthetic of his environment, but even he had to hold the majesty of the gardens in regard. The palace was opulent, and its gardens an impressive maze in which one could easily become lost. Perhaps the Stravos needed to familiarize himself with it, and he sought to roam along the known paths
"What strikes your fancy, Emilia?" he asked her. Certainly, Elias didn't seek to expose them to danger, or an abundance of eyeballs. The princess was meant to be kept from the people, all eyes meant to sit squarely on Elias as he began to address the problems of the people, one at a time. The Stravos reached for Emilia's hand, tipping his head in her direction to wink at the girl. The sun's path kept blazing across the sky, and while they had plenty of daylight to spare, it wouldn't be so forever. The warmth of the sun faded into the breeze, Elias letting his eyes fall shut in a moment of enjoyment as the wind seeped through his clothes and brushed against his skin.
There were many reasons to deceive. A life in the political sphere required a sense of tact, an understanding of the people and circumstances with and in which to divulge or withhold information. While Elias of Stravos had been foolish in the past with such pressing details, he'd certainly learned his lesson. He thought to the wretch-pirate who he'd allowed to learn too much of his plans... He thought of the Senate, and their fragile hold on the truth. Then, he looked to Emilia, woefully ignorant and caught between conjecture and rumour. The last seemed the easiest to deal with, but in the end, he had other intentions with Emilia to consider.
Normally, I could just deflect the question, he mused as he listened to Emilia. However, there was an ardent curiosity within her tone, one that held a delicate balance with the positive mood her "freedom" was giving her. Elias was not wholly unmerciful, and preferred to keep the young Emilia placated. Of course, to do that, the answer she sought out need be carefully engineered. There were many interests that belonged to Elias within Lyncestia, and he'd allow Emilia to understand just one.
"I told you before, didn't I?" he began, a soft chuckle in his voice before he added, "We're looking to double our fleet of fishing vessels. These riots happen because people don't have food or jobs. It's my duty to provide them with that,"
Half-truths and happy words, but nonetheless, Elias spoke to what was just. Yes, part of that missive held such orders, but the rest... Well, that was Elias' prerogative and not Emilia's. The would-be-king flashed Emilia a smile before he dismissed the question at that. The Stravos guided Emilia through the palace gardens, the maze of trees and high-rising flower beds obscuring them mostly from outside view. The Stravos wasn't one to dally excessively on the aesthetic of his environment, but even he had to hold the majesty of the gardens in regard. The palace was opulent, and its gardens an impressive maze in which one could easily become lost. Perhaps the Stravos needed to familiarize himself with it, and he sought to roam along the known paths
"What strikes your fancy, Emilia?" he asked her. Certainly, Elias didn't seek to expose them to danger, or an abundance of eyeballs. The princess was meant to be kept from the people, all eyes meant to sit squarely on Elias as he began to address the problems of the people, one at a time. The Stravos reached for Emilia's hand, tipping his head in her direction to wink at the girl. The sun's path kept blazing across the sky, and while they had plenty of daylight to spare, it wouldn't be so forever. The warmth of the sun faded into the breeze, Elias letting his eyes fall shut in a moment of enjoyment as the wind seeped through his clothes and brushed against his skin.
The thing about the young girl however, is that due to her lack of experience in the political arena, that also meant that she was easily duped, and all it took was a few choice words for Elias to win her over. And it seemed that the young Stravos lord knew exactly which words to use with her. The moment he told her of the fishing vessels, a light immediately lit up in her eyes - fish and seafood was sustenance for the people, right? That would help them, as Elias said it would, in Emilia's mind. No one ever thought to remind her that kindness and empathy can only bring someone so far when it came to ruling a kingdom - one needed cunning and thought as well, both areas in which Emilia failed miserably at, considering she wore her heart on her sleeve.
And so with that, the young princess's worries were placated, and the worry frowns on her forehead dissipated to a pleased smile instead as she fell in step next to Elias, not even noticing that he had not replied her next question on what parcel had been sent to Lyncestia. Instead, she found herself enthralled by the high-rising flower beds and trees, having gone far too long without a jaunt outside.
Turning to him at his sudden question, surprise reflected in Emilia's eyes at such an open ended question, and the brunette immediately frowned, her grip tightening on the hold it had on her chiton to try and avoid too many grass stains on the delicate material. "What do you mean, Elias?" she asked in return, to clarify. Did he mean a meal, her hobbies?
Perplexed by his question, it wasn't till the hand touched hers, did she look down in surprise, her cheeks flushing with color when she realized which hand now held hers. There was no denying that Elias was a handsome face, but when Persephone had told her to be careful of the Stravos house, she had sought to see beyond the handsome visage.
Without Persephone though, those words were momentarily forgotten when his warmth suffused with hers where his hand held. The girl bit her bottom lip, watching the almost innocent way in which he enjoyed the wind seeping, and then replied in a softer, quieter tone. "Silks, dresses, dancing - although I'm not very good at it." she finished with a self-depreciating tone. Emilia was known to be clumsy, a danger to all around her and herself included. "And you?"
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The thing about the young girl however, is that due to her lack of experience in the political arena, that also meant that she was easily duped, and all it took was a few choice words for Elias to win her over. And it seemed that the young Stravos lord knew exactly which words to use with her. The moment he told her of the fishing vessels, a light immediately lit up in her eyes - fish and seafood was sustenance for the people, right? That would help them, as Elias said it would, in Emilia's mind. No one ever thought to remind her that kindness and empathy can only bring someone so far when it came to ruling a kingdom - one needed cunning and thought as well, both areas in which Emilia failed miserably at, considering she wore her heart on her sleeve.
And so with that, the young princess's worries were placated, and the worry frowns on her forehead dissipated to a pleased smile instead as she fell in step next to Elias, not even noticing that he had not replied her next question on what parcel had been sent to Lyncestia. Instead, she found herself enthralled by the high-rising flower beds and trees, having gone far too long without a jaunt outside.
Turning to him at his sudden question, surprise reflected in Emilia's eyes at such an open ended question, and the brunette immediately frowned, her grip tightening on the hold it had on her chiton to try and avoid too many grass stains on the delicate material. "What do you mean, Elias?" she asked in return, to clarify. Did he mean a meal, her hobbies?
Perplexed by his question, it wasn't till the hand touched hers, did she look down in surprise, her cheeks flushing with color when she realized which hand now held hers. There was no denying that Elias was a handsome face, but when Persephone had told her to be careful of the Stravos house, she had sought to see beyond the handsome visage.
Without Persephone though, those words were momentarily forgotten when his warmth suffused with hers where his hand held. The girl bit her bottom lip, watching the almost innocent way in which he enjoyed the wind seeping, and then replied in a softer, quieter tone. "Silks, dresses, dancing - although I'm not very good at it." she finished with a self-depreciating tone. Emilia was known to be clumsy, a danger to all around her and herself included. "And you?"
The thing about the young girl however, is that due to her lack of experience in the political arena, that also meant that she was easily duped, and all it took was a few choice words for Elias to win her over. And it seemed that the young Stravos lord knew exactly which words to use with her. The moment he told her of the fishing vessels, a light immediately lit up in her eyes - fish and seafood was sustenance for the people, right? That would help them, as Elias said it would, in Emilia's mind. No one ever thought to remind her that kindness and empathy can only bring someone so far when it came to ruling a kingdom - one needed cunning and thought as well, both areas in which Emilia failed miserably at, considering she wore her heart on her sleeve.
And so with that, the young princess's worries were placated, and the worry frowns on her forehead dissipated to a pleased smile instead as she fell in step next to Elias, not even noticing that he had not replied her next question on what parcel had been sent to Lyncestia. Instead, she found herself enthralled by the high-rising flower beds and trees, having gone far too long without a jaunt outside.
Turning to him at his sudden question, surprise reflected in Emilia's eyes at such an open ended question, and the brunette immediately frowned, her grip tightening on the hold it had on her chiton to try and avoid too many grass stains on the delicate material. "What do you mean, Elias?" she asked in return, to clarify. Did he mean a meal, her hobbies?
Perplexed by his question, it wasn't till the hand touched hers, did she look down in surprise, her cheeks flushing with color when she realized which hand now held hers. There was no denying that Elias was a handsome face, but when Persephone had told her to be careful of the Stravos house, she had sought to see beyond the handsome visage.
Without Persephone though, those words were momentarily forgotten when his warmth suffused with hers where his hand held. The girl bit her bottom lip, watching the almost innocent way in which he enjoyed the wind seeping, and then replied in a softer, quieter tone. "Silks, dresses, dancing - although I'm not very good at it." she finished with a self-depreciating tone. Emilia was known to be clumsy, a danger to all around her and herself included. "And you?"
There was an immediate tell that Emilia let once her curiosity was properly satisfied. He could almost see the rope threading within her thoughts, a simple machine pulling along ideas in an effort to understand. Ships... food? Good? he mocked in the confines of his mind, quite pleased to have a Xanthos who could be so easily turned by a turn of phrase. It was much easier to have Emilia's doubts assuaged than to go into detail. She couldn't and wouldn't help, and Elias was more than pleased to bear the burden on his shoulders, to do away with problems and concerns in his own way.
It was even to his benefit, for he continued to thrust the blame on her, for she was technically the 'true regent' in charge of the throne until its queen returned to it. IT was infinitely easier to drive another's reputation into the ground when they couldn't fight for it. Elias was treading water, buying himself time and good graces up until the moment he felt he could properly seize the control he sought. For the moment, however, his machinations could be put to a halt, and he could properly focus on what mattered in this instance of isolation.
Emilia is the gold medal to adorn my infinite victories within this place, he mused. While such medals were traditionally awared after said victories, it couldn't be helped if the opportunities to collect them were in the reverse order. Soon enough, he'd have his medal and his reasons for having it. In the moment, however, he'd seek smile after smile upon Emilia's lips in his efforts to put her so totally under his thumb.
He reached for her hand just as the princess' features twisted in confusion. It wasn't a complicated question, but one might be confused by its suddenness. Rather than continuing to try Emilia's brain, he'd toy with her, not missing the flush on her cheeks as his warmth seeped into her palm. He listened so attentively to her blithering answer, her talk of all the superficial things that struck her fancy earning her a slow nod and a widening smile. His other hand pressed to her waist as he drew closer, chests but a few inches from touching as he righted his posture.
"You like to dance? Maybe I'll indulge you with one tonight," he toyed with her, letting his tone turn quiet as the words became more and more only for the Xanthos princess to hear. Of course, there was nobody around, but if the need to draw her closer to hear him arose from such whispers... then it was a victory in his eyes.
"I've always fancied the taste of freshly picked and washed grapes from the vine," he began, more than pleased to offer her the tiny pleasures he took in the midst of his royal machinations. He left out the debauchery he partook in, fully intent on painting himself in the most gallant of images possible.
"Traveling to the shoreline and placing my toes into the water. There's the material things, of course. Wealth has its infinite advantages. But, spending those moments with the right person." he added, trying to recall the line he'd heard Raf say in his brothel in Thesnia,
"T'is the greatest pleasure to have."
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There was an immediate tell that Emilia let once her curiosity was properly satisfied. He could almost see the rope threading within her thoughts, a simple machine pulling along ideas in an effort to understand. Ships... food? Good? he mocked in the confines of his mind, quite pleased to have a Xanthos who could be so easily turned by a turn of phrase. It was much easier to have Emilia's doubts assuaged than to go into detail. She couldn't and wouldn't help, and Elias was more than pleased to bear the burden on his shoulders, to do away with problems and concerns in his own way.
It was even to his benefit, for he continued to thrust the blame on her, for she was technically the 'true regent' in charge of the throne until its queen returned to it. IT was infinitely easier to drive another's reputation into the ground when they couldn't fight for it. Elias was treading water, buying himself time and good graces up until the moment he felt he could properly seize the control he sought. For the moment, however, his machinations could be put to a halt, and he could properly focus on what mattered in this instance of isolation.
Emilia is the gold medal to adorn my infinite victories within this place, he mused. While such medals were traditionally awared after said victories, it couldn't be helped if the opportunities to collect them were in the reverse order. Soon enough, he'd have his medal and his reasons for having it. In the moment, however, he'd seek smile after smile upon Emilia's lips in his efforts to put her so totally under his thumb.
He reached for her hand just as the princess' features twisted in confusion. It wasn't a complicated question, but one might be confused by its suddenness. Rather than continuing to try Emilia's brain, he'd toy with her, not missing the flush on her cheeks as his warmth seeped into her palm. He listened so attentively to her blithering answer, her talk of all the superficial things that struck her fancy earning her a slow nod and a widening smile. His other hand pressed to her waist as he drew closer, chests but a few inches from touching as he righted his posture.
"You like to dance? Maybe I'll indulge you with one tonight," he toyed with her, letting his tone turn quiet as the words became more and more only for the Xanthos princess to hear. Of course, there was nobody around, but if the need to draw her closer to hear him arose from such whispers... then it was a victory in his eyes.
"I've always fancied the taste of freshly picked and washed grapes from the vine," he began, more than pleased to offer her the tiny pleasures he took in the midst of his royal machinations. He left out the debauchery he partook in, fully intent on painting himself in the most gallant of images possible.
"Traveling to the shoreline and placing my toes into the water. There's the material things, of course. Wealth has its infinite advantages. But, spending those moments with the right person." he added, trying to recall the line he'd heard Raf say in his brothel in Thesnia,
"T'is the greatest pleasure to have."
There was an immediate tell that Emilia let once her curiosity was properly satisfied. He could almost see the rope threading within her thoughts, a simple machine pulling along ideas in an effort to understand. Ships... food? Good? he mocked in the confines of his mind, quite pleased to have a Xanthos who could be so easily turned by a turn of phrase. It was much easier to have Emilia's doubts assuaged than to go into detail. She couldn't and wouldn't help, and Elias was more than pleased to bear the burden on his shoulders, to do away with problems and concerns in his own way.
It was even to his benefit, for he continued to thrust the blame on her, for she was technically the 'true regent' in charge of the throne until its queen returned to it. IT was infinitely easier to drive another's reputation into the ground when they couldn't fight for it. Elias was treading water, buying himself time and good graces up until the moment he felt he could properly seize the control he sought. For the moment, however, his machinations could be put to a halt, and he could properly focus on what mattered in this instance of isolation.
Emilia is the gold medal to adorn my infinite victories within this place, he mused. While such medals were traditionally awared after said victories, it couldn't be helped if the opportunities to collect them were in the reverse order. Soon enough, he'd have his medal and his reasons for having it. In the moment, however, he'd seek smile after smile upon Emilia's lips in his efforts to put her so totally under his thumb.
He reached for her hand just as the princess' features twisted in confusion. It wasn't a complicated question, but one might be confused by its suddenness. Rather than continuing to try Emilia's brain, he'd toy with her, not missing the flush on her cheeks as his warmth seeped into her palm. He listened so attentively to her blithering answer, her talk of all the superficial things that struck her fancy earning her a slow nod and a widening smile. His other hand pressed to her waist as he drew closer, chests but a few inches from touching as he righted his posture.
"You like to dance? Maybe I'll indulge you with one tonight," he toyed with her, letting his tone turn quiet as the words became more and more only for the Xanthos princess to hear. Of course, there was nobody around, but if the need to draw her closer to hear him arose from such whispers... then it was a victory in his eyes.
"I've always fancied the taste of freshly picked and washed grapes from the vine," he began, more than pleased to offer her the tiny pleasures he took in the midst of his royal machinations. He left out the debauchery he partook in, fully intent on painting himself in the most gallant of images possible.
"Traveling to the shoreline and placing my toes into the water. There's the material things, of course. Wealth has its infinite advantages. But, spending those moments with the right person." he added, trying to recall the line he'd heard Raf say in his brothel in Thesnia,
"T'is the greatest pleasure to have."
She was easily read, Emilia had always been likened to someone wearing her heart on her sleeve. It had never been hard to guess what she thought, which was likely another reason why Persephone and her father had always kept a close eye on her, and how she had never been suited for court sessions. Some wondered how someone like Persephone could have a sister like Emilia, and fact was many people thought her dense and silly... yet, that was just how she was.
Her smile was one that was abashed and slightly shy at his question, and she chuckled a little at his offer. "Thank you, but like I said, I'm not very good at it." Emilia reminded lightly. Tilting her head to listen to him as he spoke, she smiled at how his words reminded her of the wine and grapes she had tasted when she was in Taengea, that brief visit that was so deeply etched in her memories, both good and bad. The Leventi's had treated her to the most beautiful wine she had ever tasted, and it was a pity that she and her sister had finished the bottle Selene of Leventi had brought as a gift for them, a few months back.
"Have you managed to visit Taengea before, Elias? Their wine is one of the most beautiful I've ever tasted." she offerd as a tidbit of information, her smile now friendlier and less shy as she fell into natural conversation with the beautiful Stravos lord.
His choice of words however, did not serve to settle Emilia's nerves at all. She had never spent prolonged time with Elias, for Persephone had always found some reason or other to bring her sister back to her. Emilia had asked a few times, yet Persephone had always simply said that the Stravos's were not someone she wanted Emilia to spend a lot of time with. Would her sister disapprove now, if she saw Emilia walking hand in hand in the gardens with Elias now? It was an imagery that could give many the wrong idea... as his words were doing to her now.
She blushed, averting her eyes again and internally cursing how easily Elias made blood rush to her cheeks. "Do you... Have you found the right person then, my lord?"
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She was easily read, Emilia had always been likened to someone wearing her heart on her sleeve. It had never been hard to guess what she thought, which was likely another reason why Persephone and her father had always kept a close eye on her, and how she had never been suited for court sessions. Some wondered how someone like Persephone could have a sister like Emilia, and fact was many people thought her dense and silly... yet, that was just how she was.
Her smile was one that was abashed and slightly shy at his question, and she chuckled a little at his offer. "Thank you, but like I said, I'm not very good at it." Emilia reminded lightly. Tilting her head to listen to him as he spoke, she smiled at how his words reminded her of the wine and grapes she had tasted when she was in Taengea, that brief visit that was so deeply etched in her memories, both good and bad. The Leventi's had treated her to the most beautiful wine she had ever tasted, and it was a pity that she and her sister had finished the bottle Selene of Leventi had brought as a gift for them, a few months back.
"Have you managed to visit Taengea before, Elias? Their wine is one of the most beautiful I've ever tasted." she offerd as a tidbit of information, her smile now friendlier and less shy as she fell into natural conversation with the beautiful Stravos lord.
His choice of words however, did not serve to settle Emilia's nerves at all. She had never spent prolonged time with Elias, for Persephone had always found some reason or other to bring her sister back to her. Emilia had asked a few times, yet Persephone had always simply said that the Stravos's were not someone she wanted Emilia to spend a lot of time with. Would her sister disapprove now, if she saw Emilia walking hand in hand in the gardens with Elias now? It was an imagery that could give many the wrong idea... as his words were doing to her now.
She blushed, averting her eyes again and internally cursing how easily Elias made blood rush to her cheeks. "Do you... Have you found the right person then, my lord?"
She was easily read, Emilia had always been likened to someone wearing her heart on her sleeve. It had never been hard to guess what she thought, which was likely another reason why Persephone and her father had always kept a close eye on her, and how she had never been suited for court sessions. Some wondered how someone like Persephone could have a sister like Emilia, and fact was many people thought her dense and silly... yet, that was just how she was.
Her smile was one that was abashed and slightly shy at his question, and she chuckled a little at his offer. "Thank you, but like I said, I'm not very good at it." Emilia reminded lightly. Tilting her head to listen to him as he spoke, she smiled at how his words reminded her of the wine and grapes she had tasted when she was in Taengea, that brief visit that was so deeply etched in her memories, both good and bad. The Leventi's had treated her to the most beautiful wine she had ever tasted, and it was a pity that she and her sister had finished the bottle Selene of Leventi had brought as a gift for them, a few months back.
"Have you managed to visit Taengea before, Elias? Their wine is one of the most beautiful I've ever tasted." she offerd as a tidbit of information, her smile now friendlier and less shy as she fell into natural conversation with the beautiful Stravos lord.
His choice of words however, did not serve to settle Emilia's nerves at all. She had never spent prolonged time with Elias, for Persephone had always found some reason or other to bring her sister back to her. Emilia had asked a few times, yet Persephone had always simply said that the Stravos's were not someone she wanted Emilia to spend a lot of time with. Would her sister disapprove now, if she saw Emilia walking hand in hand in the gardens with Elias now? It was an imagery that could give many the wrong idea... as his words were doing to her now.
She blushed, averting her eyes again and internally cursing how easily Elias made blood rush to her cheeks. "Do you... Have you found the right person then, my lord?"
Elias of Stravos loved those that wore their heart on their sleeve. For obvious reasons, and for not so simple ones, as well. Of course, openly expressed emotions were a powerful tool for the manipulator to exploit. Hidden in one's chest, the heart was not a difficult thing to toy with. But worn on one's face and shining in every aspect of their person, it was radiant. Perhaps, in the absence of both heart and innocence, it was Elias' distinct pleasure to toy with one and rid the other of a person. Bit by bit, Elias sought to strip a soul bare. Emilis simply made it easier. The Stravos understood very well as he spoke more to Emilia why Persephone might've kept the girl away from him. The elder sister could read his intentions, but the younger? She was most definitely a fiddle he could play to his tune.
"Oh, please, it'd be my pleasure to have you step on my toes once or twice," he teased the girl, letting his own chuckle reverberate from his smiling lips. Her question caught her off guard, the change in subject abrupt, but he took it in stride. With a somewhat exaggerated disappointment, he shook his head, "Alas, I've not had the pleasure. But, I'm sure, if we dug deep enough within the cellar, we could find a bottle to prove that point," he mused, more than keen to take advantage of every advantage of living within the palati.
As their conversation went on, it wasn't difficult to see that Elias' playful tones and carefully chosen cadence. Emilia's cheeks had not faded of colour since their walk had begun, and it was a distinct pleasure Elias took in seeing the shades and how his very intimate tone, the grasp on her hand, and the nature of their isolation together might pull Emilia directly into his arms. Then, she finished off her bashful question with a title that, from the supposed queen of Elias' world, brought a chill that rolled from the crown of his head to the base of his spine. It was all he could do to stop himself from eliciting an obscene groan from his lips. Though, such an utterance might bring its own advantages. Deciding against it, Elias employed a different tactic altogether.
Make her fall head over heels for you. Pluck that heart worn on her sleeve, squeeze it like an orange, then drink the juice until you're full, the Stravos thought to himself. Did he not deserve it all? The world had always been Elias' oyster, but if Emilia were to fall in love with him... even if Persephone did return to Athenia... would her claim to the throne beat out a married Emilia's? And what if she didn't? What if she died at sea and the world forgot about her?
Regardless of the outcome, there's no disadvantage. And besides, it's something to do, he mused. Elias threw Emilia's feelings out of the question, and her question repeated in his thoughts before he stopped them in their tracks. With Apollo's sphere falling steadier to the horizon, the iridescence of his waning light struck Elias in a perfect angle to illuminate his bright, honeyed eyes. He released her hands, cupping Emilia's jaw as he lowered himself to eye level with her. He didn't answer. Instead, he sought to claim the lips of Emilia of Xanthos, one hand slowly lowering from her lips to curl about her shoulders. He pulled her into his kiss, his forehead pressed into hers for the briefest of moments before he pulled away.
The once-baron, now regent of Athenia offered a brilliant smile at the girl he'd just kissed, shrugging his shoulders coyly before he changed the subject.
"Let's have some of that wine, yes?" he shifted, letting himself fall into step ahead of Emilia. He waited only several paces away, quite certain that the innocent flower of a girl would be stunned by that simple, unstated answer that only demanded more as the distance between them grew.
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Elias of Stravos loved those that wore their heart on their sleeve. For obvious reasons, and for not so simple ones, as well. Of course, openly expressed emotions were a powerful tool for the manipulator to exploit. Hidden in one's chest, the heart was not a difficult thing to toy with. But worn on one's face and shining in every aspect of their person, it was radiant. Perhaps, in the absence of both heart and innocence, it was Elias' distinct pleasure to toy with one and rid the other of a person. Bit by bit, Elias sought to strip a soul bare. Emilis simply made it easier. The Stravos understood very well as he spoke more to Emilia why Persephone might've kept the girl away from him. The elder sister could read his intentions, but the younger? She was most definitely a fiddle he could play to his tune.
"Oh, please, it'd be my pleasure to have you step on my toes once or twice," he teased the girl, letting his own chuckle reverberate from his smiling lips. Her question caught her off guard, the change in subject abrupt, but he took it in stride. With a somewhat exaggerated disappointment, he shook his head, "Alas, I've not had the pleasure. But, I'm sure, if we dug deep enough within the cellar, we could find a bottle to prove that point," he mused, more than keen to take advantage of every advantage of living within the palati.
As their conversation went on, it wasn't difficult to see that Elias' playful tones and carefully chosen cadence. Emilia's cheeks had not faded of colour since their walk had begun, and it was a distinct pleasure Elias took in seeing the shades and how his very intimate tone, the grasp on her hand, and the nature of their isolation together might pull Emilia directly into his arms. Then, she finished off her bashful question with a title that, from the supposed queen of Elias' world, brought a chill that rolled from the crown of his head to the base of his spine. It was all he could do to stop himself from eliciting an obscene groan from his lips. Though, such an utterance might bring its own advantages. Deciding against it, Elias employed a different tactic altogether.
Make her fall head over heels for you. Pluck that heart worn on her sleeve, squeeze it like an orange, then drink the juice until you're full, the Stravos thought to himself. Did he not deserve it all? The world had always been Elias' oyster, but if Emilia were to fall in love with him... even if Persephone did return to Athenia... would her claim to the throne beat out a married Emilia's? And what if she didn't? What if she died at sea and the world forgot about her?
Regardless of the outcome, there's no disadvantage. And besides, it's something to do, he mused. Elias threw Emilia's feelings out of the question, and her question repeated in his thoughts before he stopped them in their tracks. With Apollo's sphere falling steadier to the horizon, the iridescence of his waning light struck Elias in a perfect angle to illuminate his bright, honeyed eyes. He released her hands, cupping Emilia's jaw as he lowered himself to eye level with her. He didn't answer. Instead, he sought to claim the lips of Emilia of Xanthos, one hand slowly lowering from her lips to curl about her shoulders. He pulled her into his kiss, his forehead pressed into hers for the briefest of moments before he pulled away.
The once-baron, now regent of Athenia offered a brilliant smile at the girl he'd just kissed, shrugging his shoulders coyly before he changed the subject.
"Let's have some of that wine, yes?" he shifted, letting himself fall into step ahead of Emilia. He waited only several paces away, quite certain that the innocent flower of a girl would be stunned by that simple, unstated answer that only demanded more as the distance between them grew.
Elias of Stravos loved those that wore their heart on their sleeve. For obvious reasons, and for not so simple ones, as well. Of course, openly expressed emotions were a powerful tool for the manipulator to exploit. Hidden in one's chest, the heart was not a difficult thing to toy with. But worn on one's face and shining in every aspect of their person, it was radiant. Perhaps, in the absence of both heart and innocence, it was Elias' distinct pleasure to toy with one and rid the other of a person. Bit by bit, Elias sought to strip a soul bare. Emilis simply made it easier. The Stravos understood very well as he spoke more to Emilia why Persephone might've kept the girl away from him. The elder sister could read his intentions, but the younger? She was most definitely a fiddle he could play to his tune.
"Oh, please, it'd be my pleasure to have you step on my toes once or twice," he teased the girl, letting his own chuckle reverberate from his smiling lips. Her question caught her off guard, the change in subject abrupt, but he took it in stride. With a somewhat exaggerated disappointment, he shook his head, "Alas, I've not had the pleasure. But, I'm sure, if we dug deep enough within the cellar, we could find a bottle to prove that point," he mused, more than keen to take advantage of every advantage of living within the palati.
As their conversation went on, it wasn't difficult to see that Elias' playful tones and carefully chosen cadence. Emilia's cheeks had not faded of colour since their walk had begun, and it was a distinct pleasure Elias took in seeing the shades and how his very intimate tone, the grasp on her hand, and the nature of their isolation together might pull Emilia directly into his arms. Then, she finished off her bashful question with a title that, from the supposed queen of Elias' world, brought a chill that rolled from the crown of his head to the base of his spine. It was all he could do to stop himself from eliciting an obscene groan from his lips. Though, such an utterance might bring its own advantages. Deciding against it, Elias employed a different tactic altogether.
Make her fall head over heels for you. Pluck that heart worn on her sleeve, squeeze it like an orange, then drink the juice until you're full, the Stravos thought to himself. Did he not deserve it all? The world had always been Elias' oyster, but if Emilia were to fall in love with him... even if Persephone did return to Athenia... would her claim to the throne beat out a married Emilia's? And what if she didn't? What if she died at sea and the world forgot about her?
Regardless of the outcome, there's no disadvantage. And besides, it's something to do, he mused. Elias threw Emilia's feelings out of the question, and her question repeated in his thoughts before he stopped them in their tracks. With Apollo's sphere falling steadier to the horizon, the iridescence of his waning light struck Elias in a perfect angle to illuminate his bright, honeyed eyes. He released her hands, cupping Emilia's jaw as he lowered himself to eye level with her. He didn't answer. Instead, he sought to claim the lips of Emilia of Xanthos, one hand slowly lowering from her lips to curl about her shoulders. He pulled her into his kiss, his forehead pressed into hers for the briefest of moments before he pulled away.
The once-baron, now regent of Athenia offered a brilliant smile at the girl he'd just kissed, shrugging his shoulders coyly before he changed the subject.
"Let's have some of that wine, yes?" he shifted, letting himself fall into step ahead of Emilia. He waited only several paces away, quite certain that the innocent flower of a girl would be stunned by that simple, unstated answer that only demanded more as the distance between them grew.
It amused Emilia to hear Elias readily want his toes being stepped on, for each time she did it by accident, she always seemed to get a disapproving glance from her tutors, and her father had definitely tried to warn her away from doing such a blunder... which meant Emilia usually tried to keep away from dancing altogether. Of course, it was far more then just that teasing that brought a blush to her cheeks, and most of the cause fell directly at the feet of Elias's flirtatious attitude.
She was far too easily bought.
That he avoided her bashful query however, did not go unnoticed by Emilia, but that tactic could be taken in so many ways. Was he avoiding it cause he had and simply did not want to share such information with Emilia? Was he avoiding it cause it was a sensitive topic? Emilia was a romantic and her imagination ran wild, that it did not take alot at all for all of the 'what-ifs' in her head. And the biggest what if... if it was her?
Internally shaking her head as she tried to get rid of the idea that only made her cheeks grow warmer by the second, but it seemed as if Elias had other ideas. He stopped their tracks halfway, and Emilia's eyes widened when she turned to look at him in question, only to have his beautiful eyes meet hers. In took a second for her mind to register that his hands were cupping her cheek, and by that time, his lips had already found hers, and momentarily, Emilia's mind blanked out at the feel of them so warm on her skin.
She was no newbie to getting kissed. She has given them, she has had them stolen from her, and she's also shared them mutually. But from one so beautiful as Elias meant Emilia suddenly acutely knew the meaning of having her breath taken away.
By the time Elias drew back, Emilia was blinking rapidly like a deer caught in headlights, gaping as Elias walked away. Her mind could not process, and it wasn't till it was several paces away when she finally caught up and ran a few steps after him, before asking, "What was that for?" Unable to wrap her head around his actions, Emilia wanted answers, more for her own clarity then anything.
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It amused Emilia to hear Elias readily want his toes being stepped on, for each time she did it by accident, she always seemed to get a disapproving glance from her tutors, and her father had definitely tried to warn her away from doing such a blunder... which meant Emilia usually tried to keep away from dancing altogether. Of course, it was far more then just that teasing that brought a blush to her cheeks, and most of the cause fell directly at the feet of Elias's flirtatious attitude.
She was far too easily bought.
That he avoided her bashful query however, did not go unnoticed by Emilia, but that tactic could be taken in so many ways. Was he avoiding it cause he had and simply did not want to share such information with Emilia? Was he avoiding it cause it was a sensitive topic? Emilia was a romantic and her imagination ran wild, that it did not take alot at all for all of the 'what-ifs' in her head. And the biggest what if... if it was her?
Internally shaking her head as she tried to get rid of the idea that only made her cheeks grow warmer by the second, but it seemed as if Elias had other ideas. He stopped their tracks halfway, and Emilia's eyes widened when she turned to look at him in question, only to have his beautiful eyes meet hers. In took a second for her mind to register that his hands were cupping her cheek, and by that time, his lips had already found hers, and momentarily, Emilia's mind blanked out at the feel of them so warm on her skin.
She was no newbie to getting kissed. She has given them, she has had them stolen from her, and she's also shared them mutually. But from one so beautiful as Elias meant Emilia suddenly acutely knew the meaning of having her breath taken away.
By the time Elias drew back, Emilia was blinking rapidly like a deer caught in headlights, gaping as Elias walked away. Her mind could not process, and it wasn't till it was several paces away when she finally caught up and ran a few steps after him, before asking, "What was that for?" Unable to wrap her head around his actions, Emilia wanted answers, more for her own clarity then anything.
It amused Emilia to hear Elias readily want his toes being stepped on, for each time she did it by accident, she always seemed to get a disapproving glance from her tutors, and her father had definitely tried to warn her away from doing such a blunder... which meant Emilia usually tried to keep away from dancing altogether. Of course, it was far more then just that teasing that brought a blush to her cheeks, and most of the cause fell directly at the feet of Elias's flirtatious attitude.
She was far too easily bought.
That he avoided her bashful query however, did not go unnoticed by Emilia, but that tactic could be taken in so many ways. Was he avoiding it cause he had and simply did not want to share such information with Emilia? Was he avoiding it cause it was a sensitive topic? Emilia was a romantic and her imagination ran wild, that it did not take alot at all for all of the 'what-ifs' in her head. And the biggest what if... if it was her?
Internally shaking her head as she tried to get rid of the idea that only made her cheeks grow warmer by the second, but it seemed as if Elias had other ideas. He stopped their tracks halfway, and Emilia's eyes widened when she turned to look at him in question, only to have his beautiful eyes meet hers. In took a second for her mind to register that his hands were cupping her cheek, and by that time, his lips had already found hers, and momentarily, Emilia's mind blanked out at the feel of them so warm on her skin.
She was no newbie to getting kissed. She has given them, she has had them stolen from her, and she's also shared them mutually. But from one so beautiful as Elias meant Emilia suddenly acutely knew the meaning of having her breath taken away.
By the time Elias drew back, Emilia was blinking rapidly like a deer caught in headlights, gaping as Elias walked away. Her mind could not process, and it wasn't till it was several paces away when she finally caught up and ran a few steps after him, before asking, "What was that for?" Unable to wrap her head around his actions, Emilia wanted answers, more for her own clarity then anything.