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Vangelis self-criticised, his hand taking to rubbing a length of her gold hair between his thumb and forefinger.
He froze for a moment as the Selene rested a hand against his cheek, surprised that her fingers were almost a soft as her hair. Her touch was delicate, even and refined... just as she was.
And he had no idea how to deal with it. The air between them seemed to thicken... the noises from the paddock and city seemed to dim a little - as if he were underwater, listening to the sounds of those above the waves... The breeze that ruffled his hair and slipped over his skin seemed surprisingly cool. Awareness was suddenly zinging between them.
Before he was required to react to her touch however, Selene had moved her hand to the back of his, drawing his attention to be returned down to his own fingers.
He felt the singular lock of blonde hair between his thumb and finger and realised it was so soft, light and silky that he could barely feel it. If he were not looking he might not have known it to be there... To feel her hair for real, he would have to take a handful. The bunch it in his palm and wrap it around his fingers.
Vangelis felt his mouth water.
The sudden breech of personal space that such a mental image threw up in his mind, had Vangelis snapping out of whatever lulling spell Selene seemed to be casting on him with the rhythmic tracing over the back of his hand.
Instead, he let his hand drop, clearly his throat - a hard sound of gravel slicing through the warm air and reducing it back to normal temperature - and took a step away from the lady...
And was instantly on his back.
The stupid spell, the stupid moment - whatever it had been - had totally made him forget what he was doing and how his leg could not support even half of his weight yet. And he had stepped back normally, only to have his right leg crumple beneath him.
He landed with a heavy thump, his arse and his shoulderblades hitting the ground simultaneously, and his face scrunching with both pain and embarrassment.
He gave a momentary guffaw as it punched its way out of his chest and ran a hand over his face.
"Fantastic." He said. "Now we've both been on our backs."
And then he realised what he just said. His body frozen in that position; his hand on his face, his elbow in the air. He groaned at the fact that neither his brain nor his body seemed to be working as they should.
"And I now wish to cut off my tongue." He told her from behind his hand. "I apologise, my Lady."
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"Apparently, I don't."
Vangelis self-criticised, his hand taking to rubbing a length of her gold hair between his thumb and forefinger.
He froze for a moment as the Selene rested a hand against his cheek, surprised that her fingers were almost a soft as her hair. Her touch was delicate, even and refined... just as she was.
And he had no idea how to deal with it. The air between them seemed to thicken... the noises from the paddock and city seemed to dim a little - as if he were underwater, listening to the sounds of those above the waves... The breeze that ruffled his hair and slipped over his skin seemed surprisingly cool. Awareness was suddenly zinging between them.
Before he was required to react to her touch however, Selene had moved her hand to the back of his, drawing his attention to be returned down to his own fingers.
He felt the singular lock of blonde hair between his thumb and finger and realised it was so soft, light and silky that he could barely feel it. If he were not looking he might not have known it to be there... To feel her hair for real, he would have to take a handful. The bunch it in his palm and wrap it around his fingers.
Vangelis felt his mouth water.
The sudden breech of personal space that such a mental image threw up in his mind, had Vangelis snapping out of whatever lulling spell Selene seemed to be casting on him with the rhythmic tracing over the back of his hand.
Instead, he let his hand drop, clearly his throat - a hard sound of gravel slicing through the warm air and reducing it back to normal temperature - and took a step away from the lady...
And was instantly on his back.
The stupid spell, the stupid moment - whatever it had been - had totally made him forget what he was doing and how his leg could not support even half of his weight yet. And he had stepped back normally, only to have his right leg crumple beneath him.
He landed with a heavy thump, his arse and his shoulderblades hitting the ground simultaneously, and his face scrunching with both pain and embarrassment.
He gave a momentary guffaw as it punched its way out of his chest and ran a hand over his face.
"Fantastic." He said. "Now we've both been on our backs."
And then he realised what he just said. His body frozen in that position; his hand on his face, his elbow in the air. He groaned at the fact that neither his brain nor his body seemed to be working as they should.
"And I now wish to cut off my tongue." He told her from behind his hand. "I apologise, my Lady."
"Apparently, I don't."
Vangelis self-criticised, his hand taking to rubbing a length of her gold hair between his thumb and forefinger.
He froze for a moment as the Selene rested a hand against his cheek, surprised that her fingers were almost a soft as her hair. Her touch was delicate, even and refined... just as she was.
And he had no idea how to deal with it. The air between them seemed to thicken... the noises from the paddock and city seemed to dim a little - as if he were underwater, listening to the sounds of those above the waves... The breeze that ruffled his hair and slipped over his skin seemed surprisingly cool. Awareness was suddenly zinging between them.
Before he was required to react to her touch however, Selene had moved her hand to the back of his, drawing his attention to be returned down to his own fingers.
He felt the singular lock of blonde hair between his thumb and finger and realised it was so soft, light and silky that he could barely feel it. If he were not looking he might not have known it to be there... To feel her hair for real, he would have to take a handful. The bunch it in his palm and wrap it around his fingers.
Vangelis felt his mouth water.
The sudden breech of personal space that such a mental image threw up in his mind, had Vangelis snapping out of whatever lulling spell Selene seemed to be casting on him with the rhythmic tracing over the back of his hand.
Instead, he let his hand drop, clearly his throat - a hard sound of gravel slicing through the warm air and reducing it back to normal temperature - and took a step away from the lady...
And was instantly on his back.
The stupid spell, the stupid moment - whatever it had been - had totally made him forget what he was doing and how his leg could not support even half of his weight yet. And he had stepped back normally, only to have his right leg crumple beneath him.
He landed with a heavy thump, his arse and his shoulderblades hitting the ground simultaneously, and his face scrunching with both pain and embarrassment.
He gave a momentary guffaw as it punched its way out of his chest and ran a hand over his face.
"Fantastic." He said. "Now we've both been on our backs."
And then he realised what he just said. His body frozen in that position; his hand on his face, his elbow in the air. He groaned at the fact that neither his brain nor his body seemed to be working as they should.
"And I now wish to cut off my tongue." He told her from behind his hand. "I apologise, my Lady."
Warmth brewed in the pit of her stomach. The kind that she heard whispered by the maids in the hall. The kind that slowly uncoiled in your core, expanding downward. She could feel her breath catching again, as if she had once again fallen from the horse.
But as quickly as it was there, it was ended.
He cleared his throat and stepped back, and her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. She almost said something to him, almost apologized.
And then he was flat on his back.
She stood, gaping about him for a moment. And then, she was laughing again, not at his pain, but at how he must have looked. Selene was going to try and help him up, but instead she took the opportunity to sit down next to him, slowly lying back so that their faces were even. Her eyes glanced up at the clouds, until he said what he did. And she giggle a bit. “I am forever destined to remind you of your pride, it would seem.” She wanted to comment on his, to say something wicked like Theo or Pia would have.
Something about having on far too much clothing for it to matter.
But she didn’t. Instead, she laid there with him for a moment. “Are you alright?” She asked gently, watching him. There was something far more intimate about this moment, something she wanted to cherish. For she was worried it wouldn’t happen again. She was sure that this exact moment would invade her dreams in inappropriate ways. Her eyes darkened a bit with her cheeks, waiting for his cues that he was ready to try standing again.
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Warmth brewed in the pit of her stomach. The kind that she heard whispered by the maids in the hall. The kind that slowly uncoiled in your core, expanding downward. She could feel her breath catching again, as if she had once again fallen from the horse.
But as quickly as it was there, it was ended.
He cleared his throat and stepped back, and her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. She almost said something to him, almost apologized.
And then he was flat on his back.
She stood, gaping about him for a moment. And then, she was laughing again, not at his pain, but at how he must have looked. Selene was going to try and help him up, but instead she took the opportunity to sit down next to him, slowly lying back so that their faces were even. Her eyes glanced up at the clouds, until he said what he did. And she giggle a bit. “I am forever destined to remind you of your pride, it would seem.” She wanted to comment on his, to say something wicked like Theo or Pia would have.
Something about having on far too much clothing for it to matter.
But she didn’t. Instead, she laid there with him for a moment. “Are you alright?” She asked gently, watching him. There was something far more intimate about this moment, something she wanted to cherish. For she was worried it wouldn’t happen again. She was sure that this exact moment would invade her dreams in inappropriate ways. Her eyes darkened a bit with her cheeks, waiting for his cues that he was ready to try standing again.
Warmth brewed in the pit of her stomach. The kind that she heard whispered by the maids in the hall. The kind that slowly uncoiled in your core, expanding downward. She could feel her breath catching again, as if she had once again fallen from the horse.
But as quickly as it was there, it was ended.
He cleared his throat and stepped back, and her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. She almost said something to him, almost apologized.
And then he was flat on his back.
She stood, gaping about him for a moment. And then, she was laughing again, not at his pain, but at how he must have looked. Selene was going to try and help him up, but instead she took the opportunity to sit down next to him, slowly lying back so that their faces were even. Her eyes glanced up at the clouds, until he said what he did. And she giggle a bit. “I am forever destined to remind you of your pride, it would seem.” She wanted to comment on his, to say something wicked like Theo or Pia would have.
Something about having on far too much clothing for it to matter.
But she didn’t. Instead, she laid there with him for a moment. “Are you alright?” She asked gently, watching him. There was something far more intimate about this moment, something she wanted to cherish. For she was worried it wouldn’t happen again. She was sure that this exact moment would invade her dreams in inappropriate ways. Her eyes darkened a bit with her cheeks, waiting for his cues that he was ready to try standing again.
"Oh, I'm fine." Vangelis stated, still not looking from under his hand. "I landed on something large and perfectly soft. I believe it was my pride." He turned to look at her from underneath his hand.
"Why on earth are you in the mud again? You-"
His words were interrupted by a servant running into the courtyard and then skidding to a halt, their sandals slapping at the ground as they took the situation in of the crown prince and noble lady laying on their backs fully clothed and looking up at the sky like children. The poor boy - who seemed to be about fourteen - clearly didn't know what he was supposed to do in such a situation.
"You there!" Vangelis stated with his hand pointed at the boy and then moving it over himself in an arch to point at the paddock. "The horse needs to be restrained and led back into a stable. You will need to get help - he is spirited." His orders came out staid and firm, as if he was in no way giving them from the flat of his back.
And with a nervous nod the child left, with frequent looks over his shoulder, to go and find a few extra pairs of hands.
"I think we should probably move before we start scaring any more of my mother's household staff..."
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"Oh, I'm fine." Vangelis stated, still not looking from under his hand. "I landed on something large and perfectly soft. I believe it was my pride." He turned to look at her from underneath his hand.
"Why on earth are you in the mud again? You-"
His words were interrupted by a servant running into the courtyard and then skidding to a halt, their sandals slapping at the ground as they took the situation in of the crown prince and noble lady laying on their backs fully clothed and looking up at the sky like children. The poor boy - who seemed to be about fourteen - clearly didn't know what he was supposed to do in such a situation.
"You there!" Vangelis stated with his hand pointed at the boy and then moving it over himself in an arch to point at the paddock. "The horse needs to be restrained and led back into a stable. You will need to get help - he is spirited." His orders came out staid and firm, as if he was in no way giving them from the flat of his back.
And with a nervous nod the child left, with frequent looks over his shoulder, to go and find a few extra pairs of hands.
"I think we should probably move before we start scaring any more of my mother's household staff..."
"Oh, I'm fine." Vangelis stated, still not looking from under his hand. "I landed on something large and perfectly soft. I believe it was my pride." He turned to look at her from underneath his hand.
"Why on earth are you in the mud again? You-"
His words were interrupted by a servant running into the courtyard and then skidding to a halt, their sandals slapping at the ground as they took the situation in of the crown prince and noble lady laying on their backs fully clothed and looking up at the sky like children. The poor boy - who seemed to be about fourteen - clearly didn't know what he was supposed to do in such a situation.
"You there!" Vangelis stated with his hand pointed at the boy and then moving it over himself in an arch to point at the paddock. "The horse needs to be restrained and led back into a stable. You will need to get help - he is spirited." His orders came out staid and firm, as if he was in no way giving them from the flat of his back.
And with a nervous nod the child left, with frequent looks over his shoulder, to go and find a few extra pairs of hands.
"I think we should probably move before we start scaring any more of my mother's household staff..."
She let out another soft giggle, picking up on his dry sense of humor. “Hopefully it will recover quicker than your limbs.” Selene teased him right back, enjoying a playful side she had to almost drag out of him.
She’d seen him smile more in the past hour than she’d done in a whole day. Progress was being made.
About to reply, she let out another giggle before they were happened upon by servants. Cheeks flushed, she rolled away from them, so they couldn’t see her bright red face. As soon as the orders were barked, she checked to make sure they were once again alone. “We will never hear the end of it now. Gossip spreads like fire through the servants. Gods, let’s hope it at least does not get back to my mother! I’ll never hear the end of it!” Her hands came up to her face, but after a few moments she was laughing again.
Sighing, she stopped him, her hand on his chest. “Wait a moment, Vangelis. Enjoy the sun. I’m sure it’s been far too long since you’ve been able to. Are you in a hurry to get back into bed for the day?” She teased, hoping he’d indulge her once more in a simple activity. The lady was sure that he’d probably never just relaxed in the sun, and probably wouldn’t agree to it. He was to be king, after all. And it would appear as a weakness.
Still, she gave him a soft grin, just the corners of her mouth turning up. “Then, I can leave you to hobble back to your room to nurse that wounded pride.”
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She let out another soft giggle, picking up on his dry sense of humor. “Hopefully it will recover quicker than your limbs.” Selene teased him right back, enjoying a playful side she had to almost drag out of him.
She’d seen him smile more in the past hour than she’d done in a whole day. Progress was being made.
About to reply, she let out another giggle before they were happened upon by servants. Cheeks flushed, she rolled away from them, so they couldn’t see her bright red face. As soon as the orders were barked, she checked to make sure they were once again alone. “We will never hear the end of it now. Gossip spreads like fire through the servants. Gods, let’s hope it at least does not get back to my mother! I’ll never hear the end of it!” Her hands came up to her face, but after a few moments she was laughing again.
Sighing, she stopped him, her hand on his chest. “Wait a moment, Vangelis. Enjoy the sun. I’m sure it’s been far too long since you’ve been able to. Are you in a hurry to get back into bed for the day?” She teased, hoping he’d indulge her once more in a simple activity. The lady was sure that he’d probably never just relaxed in the sun, and probably wouldn’t agree to it. He was to be king, after all. And it would appear as a weakness.
Still, she gave him a soft grin, just the corners of her mouth turning up. “Then, I can leave you to hobble back to your room to nurse that wounded pride.”
She let out another soft giggle, picking up on his dry sense of humor. “Hopefully it will recover quicker than your limbs.” Selene teased him right back, enjoying a playful side she had to almost drag out of him.
She’d seen him smile more in the past hour than she’d done in a whole day. Progress was being made.
About to reply, she let out another giggle before they were happened upon by servants. Cheeks flushed, she rolled away from them, so they couldn’t see her bright red face. As soon as the orders were barked, she checked to make sure they were once again alone. “We will never hear the end of it now. Gossip spreads like fire through the servants. Gods, let’s hope it at least does not get back to my mother! I’ll never hear the end of it!” Her hands came up to her face, but after a few moments she was laughing again.
Sighing, she stopped him, her hand on his chest. “Wait a moment, Vangelis. Enjoy the sun. I’m sure it’s been far too long since you’ve been able to. Are you in a hurry to get back into bed for the day?” She teased, hoping he’d indulge her once more in a simple activity. The lady was sure that he’d probably never just relaxed in the sun, and probably wouldn’t agree to it. He was to be king, after all. And it would appear as a weakness.
Still, she gave him a soft grin, just the corners of her mouth turning up. “Then, I can leave you to hobble back to your room to nurse that wounded pride.”
Vangelis was finding that he liked the sound of Selene's laughter. Like her voice it was melodious and had a pleasant rhythm to it. But she wasn't a high-pitched simpering kind of woman either. Her voice was light in tone and of a feminine pitch but it had heart behind it and a certain strength. It wasn't tittering and vapid. He found her light chuckles to be soft but also bright. Light against his ears and skin.
Shaking his head Vangelis made to reassure her, moving up onto one elbow as he looked out after the servant.
"You needn't worry..." He told her. "My mother keeps an iron grip on the servants. While tongues can't be stilled entirely and I'm sure the whole house will know within the hour, gossip never breeches the manor walls... You can be sure of that..."
As he went to get up, Selene stopped him, her hand resting against his shirt. Even beneath the material it felt as if his skin tightened at her touch.
She encouraged him to lay down and enjoy the sun and, while he found this to be a nice sentiment, he knew he could not afford the time. Taking up her hand in his own and offering it a small squeeze before returning it to her, Vangelis continued with the process of getting up.
"I thank you for the suggestion, my Lady, but I have responsibilities to be getting on with."
Having managed this a couple of times before now, Vangelis had perfected the art of it. Initially it was a little awkward as he had to get himself into a crouch with his good leg bent beneath him. Then, with his bad leg out of the way, he simply pushed all of his power into his good leg and came up to standing in one smooth motion.
Vangelis dusted off his hands and then held them out to help her to her feet.
"Now that I am somewhat mobile again, I have duties that can no longer be postponed. I think relaxing shall have to wait for another day." He said, as he helped her to her feet.
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Vangelis was finding that he liked the sound of Selene's laughter. Like her voice it was melodious and had a pleasant rhythm to it. But she wasn't a high-pitched simpering kind of woman either. Her voice was light in tone and of a feminine pitch but it had heart behind it and a certain strength. It wasn't tittering and vapid. He found her light chuckles to be soft but also bright. Light against his ears and skin.
Shaking his head Vangelis made to reassure her, moving up onto one elbow as he looked out after the servant.
"You needn't worry..." He told her. "My mother keeps an iron grip on the servants. While tongues can't be stilled entirely and I'm sure the whole house will know within the hour, gossip never breeches the manor walls... You can be sure of that..."
As he went to get up, Selene stopped him, her hand resting against his shirt. Even beneath the material it felt as if his skin tightened at her touch.
She encouraged him to lay down and enjoy the sun and, while he found this to be a nice sentiment, he knew he could not afford the time. Taking up her hand in his own and offering it a small squeeze before returning it to her, Vangelis continued with the process of getting up.
"I thank you for the suggestion, my Lady, but I have responsibilities to be getting on with."
Having managed this a couple of times before now, Vangelis had perfected the art of it. Initially it was a little awkward as he had to get himself into a crouch with his good leg bent beneath him. Then, with his bad leg out of the way, he simply pushed all of his power into his good leg and came up to standing in one smooth motion.
Vangelis dusted off his hands and then held them out to help her to her feet.
"Now that I am somewhat mobile again, I have duties that can no longer be postponed. I think relaxing shall have to wait for another day." He said, as he helped her to her feet.
Vangelis was finding that he liked the sound of Selene's laughter. Like her voice it was melodious and had a pleasant rhythm to it. But she wasn't a high-pitched simpering kind of woman either. Her voice was light in tone and of a feminine pitch but it had heart behind it and a certain strength. It wasn't tittering and vapid. He found her light chuckles to be soft but also bright. Light against his ears and skin.
Shaking his head Vangelis made to reassure her, moving up onto one elbow as he looked out after the servant.
"You needn't worry..." He told her. "My mother keeps an iron grip on the servants. While tongues can't be stilled entirely and I'm sure the whole house will know within the hour, gossip never breeches the manor walls... You can be sure of that..."
As he went to get up, Selene stopped him, her hand resting against his shirt. Even beneath the material it felt as if his skin tightened at her touch.
She encouraged him to lay down and enjoy the sun and, while he found this to be a nice sentiment, he knew he could not afford the time. Taking up her hand in his own and offering it a small squeeze before returning it to her, Vangelis continued with the process of getting up.
"I thank you for the suggestion, my Lady, but I have responsibilities to be getting on with."
Having managed this a couple of times before now, Vangelis had perfected the art of it. Initially it was a little awkward as he had to get himself into a crouch with his good leg bent beneath him. Then, with his bad leg out of the way, he simply pushed all of his power into his good leg and came up to standing in one smooth motion.
Vangelis dusted off his hands and then held them out to help her to her feet.
"Now that I am somewhat mobile again, I have duties that can no longer be postponed. I think relaxing shall have to wait for another day." He said, as he helped her to her feet.
Selene knew the Queen to be powerful, knew the Queen to be kind and trustworthy. Perhaps it was due to the nature of their jobs, being servants to the royal families, that they were less likely to gossip outside the walls of the home. She smiled, “That is reassuring. While I know our servants to be as loyal, it would seem that Taengea and gossip can go hand in hand. My sister tends to favor it. I, on the other hand, find it to be useful but mostly just lies.” Then again, the sum of the gossip she was privy to was in regards to marriages and sexual rendezvous.
The offer had been made for two reasons. One— she thought it would be nice to have a quiet moment together, one where the comfortable silence gave their minds a moment to enjoy the simple act of resting.
But she’d also suggested it because he’d just spent far longer on his leg than he had in weeks. There was no question as to why his leg gave out, nor why he had a thin layer of sweat on his brow. And while Taengean doctors believes in movement to aid healing, she was certain that this would have been too far even for them. Her suggestion had been to allow him a few more moments of recovery before he was to return to his room.
Pride and responsibility strikes again, she thought.
She made a point to focus on sitting up herself, dusting off some debris from her dress. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the awkward way in which his body shifts, relying on his good side to do most of the work, only turning her head to him once he had regained his footing. Selene allowed him to help her up, although she made an effort to put as little of her weight into him as she did. Once upright, she giggled again. “You probably don’t want to do so looking like you’ve rolled in a pig pen.” She said with a laugh.
This time, she was the one who quickly and efficiently brushed off the good side of his body, moving around the back to brush off his back as he did his limp side. The coil in her stomach was unwinding again, but less with heat and more with desire. Desire for him. Desire for what he personified for her. Vangelis was safety. He was security. There was not a moment in his presence where she felt concerned for her life, even with half of his body out of commission. She was going to miss that feeling.
But, instead of telling him, she allowed her face to clear, coming back around the front of him. “Wait, hold on.” She reached up, carefully discarding the leaves that had end up in his hair. Ignoring how… intimate the action felt, she nodded. “Alright Prince Vangelis, that should be good enough for you to go conquer the world a bit.” It was then that the servants returned, and her focus was back on the horse. “Do remember, he’s to be kept from the fillies. Take him into the stable through the back entrance and into the last stall. Keep the treats to a minimum, unless you wish to lose a hand.” She smiled to them, dipping her head in thanks. Perhaps it was not as firm as his had been, but there certainly was no questioning her in the matter.
Not after they’d seen her take off bareback a few days prior.
Her eyes focused on Vangelis, her lips upturned a bit in amusement. “I think I’m going to have to spend far more time with your stablemaster to explain the proper manner in which to handle him until you have had a chance to break him.” She smiled brighter. “Would you permit me leave to do so? That you may limp back to your duties without my insistence on aid?” Her teasing was far more obvious than his, especially when her eyes were so bright with mirth.
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Selene knew the Queen to be powerful, knew the Queen to be kind and trustworthy. Perhaps it was due to the nature of their jobs, being servants to the royal families, that they were less likely to gossip outside the walls of the home. She smiled, “That is reassuring. While I know our servants to be as loyal, it would seem that Taengea and gossip can go hand in hand. My sister tends to favor it. I, on the other hand, find it to be useful but mostly just lies.” Then again, the sum of the gossip she was privy to was in regards to marriages and sexual rendezvous.
The offer had been made for two reasons. One— she thought it would be nice to have a quiet moment together, one where the comfortable silence gave their minds a moment to enjoy the simple act of resting.
But she’d also suggested it because he’d just spent far longer on his leg than he had in weeks. There was no question as to why his leg gave out, nor why he had a thin layer of sweat on his brow. And while Taengean doctors believes in movement to aid healing, she was certain that this would have been too far even for them. Her suggestion had been to allow him a few more moments of recovery before he was to return to his room.
Pride and responsibility strikes again, she thought.
She made a point to focus on sitting up herself, dusting off some debris from her dress. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the awkward way in which his body shifts, relying on his good side to do most of the work, only turning her head to him once he had regained his footing. Selene allowed him to help her up, although she made an effort to put as little of her weight into him as she did. Once upright, she giggled again. “You probably don’t want to do so looking like you’ve rolled in a pig pen.” She said with a laugh.
This time, she was the one who quickly and efficiently brushed off the good side of his body, moving around the back to brush off his back as he did his limp side. The coil in her stomach was unwinding again, but less with heat and more with desire. Desire for him. Desire for what he personified for her. Vangelis was safety. He was security. There was not a moment in his presence where she felt concerned for her life, even with half of his body out of commission. She was going to miss that feeling.
But, instead of telling him, she allowed her face to clear, coming back around the front of him. “Wait, hold on.” She reached up, carefully discarding the leaves that had end up in his hair. Ignoring how… intimate the action felt, she nodded. “Alright Prince Vangelis, that should be good enough for you to go conquer the world a bit.” It was then that the servants returned, and her focus was back on the horse. “Do remember, he’s to be kept from the fillies. Take him into the stable through the back entrance and into the last stall. Keep the treats to a minimum, unless you wish to lose a hand.” She smiled to them, dipping her head in thanks. Perhaps it was not as firm as his had been, but there certainly was no questioning her in the matter.
Not after they’d seen her take off bareback a few days prior.
Her eyes focused on Vangelis, her lips upturned a bit in amusement. “I think I’m going to have to spend far more time with your stablemaster to explain the proper manner in which to handle him until you have had a chance to break him.” She smiled brighter. “Would you permit me leave to do so? That you may limp back to your duties without my insistence on aid?” Her teasing was far more obvious than his, especially when her eyes were so bright with mirth.
Selene knew the Queen to be powerful, knew the Queen to be kind and trustworthy. Perhaps it was due to the nature of their jobs, being servants to the royal families, that they were less likely to gossip outside the walls of the home. She smiled, “That is reassuring. While I know our servants to be as loyal, it would seem that Taengea and gossip can go hand in hand. My sister tends to favor it. I, on the other hand, find it to be useful but mostly just lies.” Then again, the sum of the gossip she was privy to was in regards to marriages and sexual rendezvous.
The offer had been made for two reasons. One— she thought it would be nice to have a quiet moment together, one where the comfortable silence gave their minds a moment to enjoy the simple act of resting.
But she’d also suggested it because he’d just spent far longer on his leg than he had in weeks. There was no question as to why his leg gave out, nor why he had a thin layer of sweat on his brow. And while Taengean doctors believes in movement to aid healing, she was certain that this would have been too far even for them. Her suggestion had been to allow him a few more moments of recovery before he was to return to his room.
Pride and responsibility strikes again, she thought.
She made a point to focus on sitting up herself, dusting off some debris from her dress. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the awkward way in which his body shifts, relying on his good side to do most of the work, only turning her head to him once he had regained his footing. Selene allowed him to help her up, although she made an effort to put as little of her weight into him as she did. Once upright, she giggled again. “You probably don’t want to do so looking like you’ve rolled in a pig pen.” She said with a laugh.
This time, she was the one who quickly and efficiently brushed off the good side of his body, moving around the back to brush off his back as he did his limp side. The coil in her stomach was unwinding again, but less with heat and more with desire. Desire for him. Desire for what he personified for her. Vangelis was safety. He was security. There was not a moment in his presence where she felt concerned for her life, even with half of his body out of commission. She was going to miss that feeling.
But, instead of telling him, she allowed her face to clear, coming back around the front of him. “Wait, hold on.” She reached up, carefully discarding the leaves that had end up in his hair. Ignoring how… intimate the action felt, she nodded. “Alright Prince Vangelis, that should be good enough for you to go conquer the world a bit.” It was then that the servants returned, and her focus was back on the horse. “Do remember, he’s to be kept from the fillies. Take him into the stable through the back entrance and into the last stall. Keep the treats to a minimum, unless you wish to lose a hand.” She smiled to them, dipping her head in thanks. Perhaps it was not as firm as his had been, but there certainly was no questioning her in the matter.
Not after they’d seen her take off bareback a few days prior.
Her eyes focused on Vangelis, her lips upturned a bit in amusement. “I think I’m going to have to spend far more time with your stablemaster to explain the proper manner in which to handle him until you have had a chance to break him.” She smiled brighter. “Would you permit me leave to do so? That you may limp back to your duties without my insistence on aid?” Her teasing was far more obvious than his, especially when her eyes were so bright with mirth.
Vangelis was happy to allow the woman to help dust him down. He could sense that she was wanting to aid him more than she could or would. Her sense of propriety stopped her from forcing on his help that he did not outwardly seek, but her kind heart had her stepping forward to aid whenever and however she could. It was a small price to pay for his ego to let her dust him down.
As she moved around him, touching briefly against his clothing and shoulders, he became very aware of her motion and path - very conscious of the sounds of her movements. Feeling that spell start to wrap around him again as she made the full circle and then picked out a few pieces from his hair and straightened when she was done and steeled himself against any moment that he seemed to feel creeping in the back of his mind.
When she insisted that he was good to head back to work and that she might consider spending more time in the stables, Vangelis' mind knew Zanon well enough to be able to pick up on the potential for a lewd comment regarding how he was in no part "limp" but he shook the idea away, surprised such a sexual thought had crossed his mind with the woman. She was light and delicate and he was only proving (at least to himself) what a boorish man he could be, just by thinking such things.
As the servants came back, having managed to secure a hold on the leading rein of the stallion, Vangelis raised his voice so that he could be heard.
"Pass this notice onto the stable master." He told them... "Lady Selene is to be given full rein within the stables... Her instructions are to be followed as if they were mine."
And with that he turned to offer a shallow boy to Selene, his eyes kind and his features calm once more.
"Please enjoy the rest of your time in Colchis, however you wish, my Lady." He told her. "I would be glad to see you before you leave, if your timing permits...?"
And with that, she smiled at her and left the courtyard, intent on finding the nearest seat outside of her view and collapsing into it...
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Vangelis was happy to allow the woman to help dust him down. He could sense that she was wanting to aid him more than she could or would. Her sense of propriety stopped her from forcing on his help that he did not outwardly seek, but her kind heart had her stepping forward to aid whenever and however she could. It was a small price to pay for his ego to let her dust him down.
As she moved around him, touching briefly against his clothing and shoulders, he became very aware of her motion and path - very conscious of the sounds of her movements. Feeling that spell start to wrap around him again as she made the full circle and then picked out a few pieces from his hair and straightened when she was done and steeled himself against any moment that he seemed to feel creeping in the back of his mind.
When she insisted that he was good to head back to work and that she might consider spending more time in the stables, Vangelis' mind knew Zanon well enough to be able to pick up on the potential for a lewd comment regarding how he was in no part "limp" but he shook the idea away, surprised such a sexual thought had crossed his mind with the woman. She was light and delicate and he was only proving (at least to himself) what a boorish man he could be, just by thinking such things.
As the servants came back, having managed to secure a hold on the leading rein of the stallion, Vangelis raised his voice so that he could be heard.
"Pass this notice onto the stable master." He told them... "Lady Selene is to be given full rein within the stables... Her instructions are to be followed as if they were mine."
And with that he turned to offer a shallow boy to Selene, his eyes kind and his features calm once more.
"Please enjoy the rest of your time in Colchis, however you wish, my Lady." He told her. "I would be glad to see you before you leave, if your timing permits...?"
And with that, she smiled at her and left the courtyard, intent on finding the nearest seat outside of her view and collapsing into it...
Vangelis was happy to allow the woman to help dust him down. He could sense that she was wanting to aid him more than she could or would. Her sense of propriety stopped her from forcing on his help that he did not outwardly seek, but her kind heart had her stepping forward to aid whenever and however she could. It was a small price to pay for his ego to let her dust him down.
As she moved around him, touching briefly against his clothing and shoulders, he became very aware of her motion and path - very conscious of the sounds of her movements. Feeling that spell start to wrap around him again as she made the full circle and then picked out a few pieces from his hair and straightened when she was done and steeled himself against any moment that he seemed to feel creeping in the back of his mind.
When she insisted that he was good to head back to work and that she might consider spending more time in the stables, Vangelis' mind knew Zanon well enough to be able to pick up on the potential for a lewd comment regarding how he was in no part "limp" but he shook the idea away, surprised such a sexual thought had crossed his mind with the woman. She was light and delicate and he was only proving (at least to himself) what a boorish man he could be, just by thinking such things.
As the servants came back, having managed to secure a hold on the leading rein of the stallion, Vangelis raised his voice so that he could be heard.
"Pass this notice onto the stable master." He told them... "Lady Selene is to be given full rein within the stables... Her instructions are to be followed as if they were mine."
And with that he turned to offer a shallow boy to Selene, his eyes kind and his features calm once more.
"Please enjoy the rest of your time in Colchis, however you wish, my Lady." He told her. "I would be glad to see you before you leave, if your timing permits...?"
And with that, she smiled at her and left the courtyard, intent on finding the nearest seat outside of her view and collapsing into it...
Selene couldn't help but let her jaw drop a bit at his command. Yes, she had been well-known within the stables, having visited almost daily since she'd arrived. In the beginning, it had been the one place that she felt like she could be herself. Horses were good listeners, offering nothing but support and comfort. And while she wasn't as familiar with these horses as she was with her own Ophelia, they were still basically the same. The lady forced them to listen to her worries, knowing that they wouldn't share her secrets. The men of the stables were used to seeing her, most often early in the morning.
They had stopped saddling her horse for her, once they learned that she enjoyed the preparation that went into a long ride. And they were always on hand to assist her with even the menial tasks of grooming. She had even found herself talking with the stable master about theory, about breeding practices and the like. It was obvious to tell that he was not used to a well-bred lady knowing so much about horses. But the conversations had certainly been lively.
To be told that her orders were to be treated the same as his felt like quite the honor.
She met his bow with a small curtsy, "I wouldn't dream of leaving without one last visit, your highness. Thank you." And with that, she left in the other direction, cheeks flushed, hand gently on the side of the beast to calm her own nerves.
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Selene couldn't help but let her jaw drop a bit at his command. Yes, she had been well-known within the stables, having visited almost daily since she'd arrived. In the beginning, it had been the one place that she felt like she could be herself. Horses were good listeners, offering nothing but support and comfort. And while she wasn't as familiar with these horses as she was with her own Ophelia, they were still basically the same. The lady forced them to listen to her worries, knowing that they wouldn't share her secrets. The men of the stables were used to seeing her, most often early in the morning.
They had stopped saddling her horse for her, once they learned that she enjoyed the preparation that went into a long ride. And they were always on hand to assist her with even the menial tasks of grooming. She had even found herself talking with the stable master about theory, about breeding practices and the like. It was obvious to tell that he was not used to a well-bred lady knowing so much about horses. But the conversations had certainly been lively.
To be told that her orders were to be treated the same as his felt like quite the honor.
She met his bow with a small curtsy, "I wouldn't dream of leaving without one last visit, your highness. Thank you." And with that, she left in the other direction, cheeks flushed, hand gently on the side of the beast to calm her own nerves.
Selene couldn't help but let her jaw drop a bit at his command. Yes, she had been well-known within the stables, having visited almost daily since she'd arrived. In the beginning, it had been the one place that she felt like she could be herself. Horses were good listeners, offering nothing but support and comfort. And while she wasn't as familiar with these horses as she was with her own Ophelia, they were still basically the same. The lady forced them to listen to her worries, knowing that they wouldn't share her secrets. The men of the stables were used to seeing her, most often early in the morning.
They had stopped saddling her horse for her, once they learned that she enjoyed the preparation that went into a long ride. And they were always on hand to assist her with even the menial tasks of grooming. She had even found herself talking with the stable master about theory, about breeding practices and the like. It was obvious to tell that he was not used to a well-bred lady knowing so much about horses. But the conversations had certainly been lively.
To be told that her orders were to be treated the same as his felt like quite the honor.
She met his bow with a small curtsy, "I wouldn't dream of leaving without one last visit, your highness. Thank you." And with that, she left in the other direction, cheeks flushed, hand gently on the side of the beast to calm her own nerves.
