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The dream was good. Far too good to stir so early in the morning. The image of Eurydice's delicate face was so vivid, he was almost sure that he was standing in the land of the living. He was entirely sure that her fingertips were actually trailing against the bristle of his beard. Her eyes, alluring as ever, bore into his own and he found his breath catching sharply in his chest. The man wanted so desperately to hold her, but she was speaking to him. Firmly. Everything was muffled, but he was vaguely aware of the pack he had thrown over his shoulder and the reins of the horse he held. One of the two horses that belonged in their tiny stable beside their tiny home.
Krysto's gaze focused on her lips, wondering if he was allowed to kiss her goodbye and interrupt whatever it was she was saying to him. But her hands were firmly planted on his cheeks, commanding his full attention. "Did you hear me?" Eurydice's voice cut through his myriad of thoughts that had nothing to do with him leaving their home to return to Vasiliadon.
"I... I'm sorry. I don't think I did... correctly, at least," Krysto excused himself with a weak smile. He didn't want to leave this moment with her. Her intense patience with Lord Achilleas should have earned her the war accolades that would no doubt become his if they were to return to war soon. There had been talk, but he hadn't given it too much thought lest he ruin the quiet peace he had found here. "Can you tell me again?"
Eurydice smiled a little tearfully, "Silly boy," she cursed him, "I said you need to come home to me and your child. Someday. Promise me."
The intensity of the passion he felt for her was staggering, but his lips met hers in pure excitement and frustration that he had to go to begin with. But he would not deny his friend. Not when he had had so much peace since the last conflict. He owed Achilleas everything, and that meant he went when he was called. Even if it meant having to postpone his wedding to this beautiful woman for what felt like the hundredth time. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers, smiling, but unable to say anything.
"Promise me, Krysto," Eurydice repeated, a sort of desperation in her voice that was enough to bring the harsh sting of tears to his own eyes.
"I promise."
His breath caught as one of the barracks cats jumped straight on his chest. His eyes shot open and he lifted his head to stare at the black mass of somewhat matted fur and orange eyes. The captain sighed sharply and dropped his head back against his pillow, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes in order to properly compose himself. His free hand stroked the soft fur of the feline on his chest. "Who let you in here?" he asked quietly, reaching forward to pick the cat up and set it gently on all four paws on the floor. "You better not have shit in my sandals again, ruffian," he muttered under his breath.
Krysto reached tentatively for his sandals, tipping them over to find there was no offensive excrement to be found. Nor urine. Good. He wasn't sure that he would handle the sharp mood swing that came with the pesky cat soiling his things. Not after such a pleasant dream. That would be an absolute travesty where that was concerned. He liked the memories of his betrothed to be unmarred by the persnickety nature of animals.
Pushing up from the cot, Krysto found himself yawning, rubbing at his face, and trying to thread his fingers through the long curly hair atop his head. He had planned the morning to give thanks to a few of the gods, as he had each morning since he had arrived back in the capitol. With this in mind, he dressed silently, falling back into his normal somber attitude as of late. King Achilleas had called him back to Vasiliadon weeks ago and Krysto still hadn't been able to sort out how to tell the man that Eurydice was expecting, nor his fears about what could happen in the war against Egypt. He found it easier if he said nothing at all, and if he was to fall on the battlefield, there would be nothing holding his betrothed back from finding support in another man.
He would never expect her not to marry or wait for him if he were to go missing or pass to Hades. He was not selfish enough to wish that on anyone. Silently, he was somewhat thankful that their marriage had once more been interrupted. The rest of him regretted every second that came with that lack of true connection and loyalty.
Dressing quietly and then moving to the other side of the private barracks room he had taken over when he arrived, he sat before the small shrine to Apollo he had constructed with a totem he had found in the market. Here, he lay a band of laurels, an arrow made of cypress wood, and swan feathers as an offering to the god. Silently praying for the good health of his family and betrothed, as well as the continued health of the new King, he ended his prayers rather quickly.
Then he scooted slightly to the side to stare silently at the small shrine to Hera. Normally, he would not have prayed to her with any sort of consistency, but Eurydice's quick announcement had long stirred something within him. A need to protect and ensure that she would be taken care of and watched over by the goddess of women and motherhood. Anything to ensure the safe delivery of his child in nearly seven months' time and the safety of Eurydice herself. To Hera, he lady a lotus and a pomegranate, along with a peacock feather and the last drops of cows blood that he had purchased from one of the less reputable merchants in the market. It was not the same as sacrificing the cow himself, but it was as close as he could find himself within the city.
With his prayers completed, the man started to fully prepare himself for the day. This included doning the standard armor of his station, strapping his favored axe to his belt on one side, alongside a tagger of iron. On his other hip, he attached his coin purse, having every intention of making it to market for more offerings to the gods for the days ahead, Krysto found himself taking pause at the knock on the door of his room. Sighing slowly through his nose, he was already very aware of who would be calling upon him at this hour. Striding to the door, he opened it and took the missive silently, opening it to find the familiar penmanship of King Achilleas.
He was being summoned and told to think of a few men that he found 'most true and able'. Whatever King Achilleas was planning, he knew better than to question it. Already, his mind was flashing through a list of men that he could lend to the King for whatever it was he needed now.
With every intention of following the order right then and there, Krysto left the barracks and started the trek up to the Palati. Normally, he would have taken his horse, but he wanted the quiet and solitude that came from walking on his own. It required less focus which, with his sleep-addled mind, was needed. He would not be allowed to feel sluggish once he had reached the Palati.
Used to simply attending upon the Mikaelidas manor, Krysto felt awkward as he climbed the steps of the Palati and held out the note to the guards who stood at the entrance. "I have been called upon by the King," Krysto said calmly. The two guards exchanged glances and then motioned him inside as if he hadn't been summoned to the Palati multiple days before. It seemed like a fun game for the two of them to play. Constantly scrutinize the man who very clearly had the ear of the new king. Krysto stepped into the Palati, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the guards he was leaving behind.
He would have thought that the men would be better trained, but multiple changes in rulers within the last few months was bound to cause problems, especially when it came to the behavior of the men who were supposed to protect the family within. How were soldiers to trust and secure loyalty to rulers who never stayed in their positions? There was a disconnect in the guard that made Krysto physically uncomfortable. This should not have been something that should have been overlooked. Achilleas' and Theodora's protection, as well as that of the rest of the Mikaelidas women who still resided within the Palati, was of utmost importance. None of the royal family, whether from the former ruling branch of the family or the current, was expendable. Not in any way.
Krysto was all too aware of the weight that Princess Xene held with King Achilleas. Losing yet another ally, even that of a noblewoman of the court, would be a most striking blow. That was not what the kingdom needed. They did not need more death, they needed stability. While the war would give them none of the stability Taengea needed, a united and protected royal family would keep Taengea looking strong, rather than a Kingdom ripe for sacking.
He did not require an escort. He knew exactly where the king would be if he had only written the missive to Krysto that morning. Not purposely taking his time, it took the man a moment to remember the directions to Achilleas' study. Trial and error soon brought him to the heavy wooden door and the guard standing outside of the room. Once more, he handed the guard the missive, which was promptly handed back to him. Krysto pocketed it and then knocked once, twice, and then let himself into the room without waiting for Achilleas to verbalize his welcome. He closed the door behind him, standing with his back nearly brushing the wood while his gaze drank in his friend.
Nothing had ever felt so strained and official between them. It was difficult for Krysto to wrap his mind around it. Initially, then the King had died, he had taken the lead to ensure that the royal family was given their peace. That had been his job and a sign of his undying loyalty to Achilleas and the strife he was now having to withstand. But now that the adrenaline had worn off, he found himself most unsure of how to act with his friend. They were alone. Was he casual? Proper? Would Achilleas expect different of him now than he had when they were closer to an even playing field? While Krysto's family was not noble, they were rich. They did not run a province, but their money and their work aided the continued prosperity of the Kingdom. An old family, they were loyal born Taengeans and Achilleas and Krysto had long formed a bond that extended even deeper than that of a familial bond.
It was as if they both should have been born to the same family. Brothers inside and outside of war, Krysto was tentative regardless. He was unused to such a change in his friend. He was unused to the burden than Achilleas now held on broad shoulders.
"You summoned me, my King," Krysto said first, approaching Achilleas' desk. He did not get too close, nor did he stand so far away that he needed to raise his voice. The distance was both comfortable for Achilleas' new status, and uncomfortable for the friendship they had shared for nearly twenty years. Trying to find some humor in the situation, Krysto smiled at the man. "It is unlike you to send for me so early. Usually, you sleep longer than this," he pointed out.
Then, needing to find a way to ease the tension that he was feeling, Krysto pulled one of the chairs in the room closer to the desk and settled down into it. The plush cushions were more comfortable than the ones in his own home, but Krysto was never one to complain about what he did and didn't have. His family was wealthy, but he preferred the simplicity of living smaller. Were he to live in a place like this, he might find himself intimidated and cowed by the size and openness of it.
"It must have been important for you to take such uncharacteristic actions this morning. What is it that I can help you with, my King? Is everything right and fair within the Palati? Is there someone I need to silence? An errand you need of me?" There was a multitude of things that Achilleas could have a mind to ask, and that was why this was so difficult. He had come into this meeting with his friend mostly blind.
He only hoped that whatever Achilleas had to say was favorable, or at the very least not something that could cause further discomfort within the Captain.
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The dream was good. Far too good to stir so early in the morning. The image of Eurydice's delicate face was so vivid, he was almost sure that he was standing in the land of the living. He was entirely sure that her fingertips were actually trailing against the bristle of his beard. Her eyes, alluring as ever, bore into his own and he found his breath catching sharply in his chest. The man wanted so desperately to hold her, but she was speaking to him. Firmly. Everything was muffled, but he was vaguely aware of the pack he had thrown over his shoulder and the reins of the horse he held. One of the two horses that belonged in their tiny stable beside their tiny home.
Krysto's gaze focused on her lips, wondering if he was allowed to kiss her goodbye and interrupt whatever it was she was saying to him. But her hands were firmly planted on his cheeks, commanding his full attention. "Did you hear me?" Eurydice's voice cut through his myriad of thoughts that had nothing to do with him leaving their home to return to Vasiliadon.
"I... I'm sorry. I don't think I did... correctly, at least," Krysto excused himself with a weak smile. He didn't want to leave this moment with her. Her intense patience with Lord Achilleas should have earned her the war accolades that would no doubt become his if they were to return to war soon. There had been talk, but he hadn't given it too much thought lest he ruin the quiet peace he had found here. "Can you tell me again?"
Eurydice smiled a little tearfully, "Silly boy," she cursed him, "I said you need to come home to me and your child. Someday. Promise me."
The intensity of the passion he felt for her was staggering, but his lips met hers in pure excitement and frustration that he had to go to begin with. But he would not deny his friend. Not when he had had so much peace since the last conflict. He owed Achilleas everything, and that meant he went when he was called. Even if it meant having to postpone his wedding to this beautiful woman for what felt like the hundredth time. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers, smiling, but unable to say anything.
"Promise me, Krysto," Eurydice repeated, a sort of desperation in her voice that was enough to bring the harsh sting of tears to his own eyes.
"I promise."
His breath caught as one of the barracks cats jumped straight on his chest. His eyes shot open and he lifted his head to stare at the black mass of somewhat matted fur and orange eyes. The captain sighed sharply and dropped his head back against his pillow, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes in order to properly compose himself. His free hand stroked the soft fur of the feline on his chest. "Who let you in here?" he asked quietly, reaching forward to pick the cat up and set it gently on all four paws on the floor. "You better not have shit in my sandals again, ruffian," he muttered under his breath.
Krysto reached tentatively for his sandals, tipping them over to find there was no offensive excrement to be found. Nor urine. Good. He wasn't sure that he would handle the sharp mood swing that came with the pesky cat soiling his things. Not after such a pleasant dream. That would be an absolute travesty where that was concerned. He liked the memories of his betrothed to be unmarred by the persnickety nature of animals.
Pushing up from the cot, Krysto found himself yawning, rubbing at his face, and trying to thread his fingers through the long curly hair atop his head. He had planned the morning to give thanks to a few of the gods, as he had each morning since he had arrived back in the capitol. With this in mind, he dressed silently, falling back into his normal somber attitude as of late. King Achilleas had called him back to Vasiliadon weeks ago and Krysto still hadn't been able to sort out how to tell the man that Eurydice was expecting, nor his fears about what could happen in the war against Egypt. He found it easier if he said nothing at all, and if he was to fall on the battlefield, there would be nothing holding his betrothed back from finding support in another man.
He would never expect her not to marry or wait for him if he were to go missing or pass to Hades. He was not selfish enough to wish that on anyone. Silently, he was somewhat thankful that their marriage had once more been interrupted. The rest of him regretted every second that came with that lack of true connection and loyalty.
Dressing quietly and then moving to the other side of the private barracks room he had taken over when he arrived, he sat before the small shrine to Apollo he had constructed with a totem he had found in the market. Here, he lay a band of laurels, an arrow made of cypress wood, and swan feathers as an offering to the god. Silently praying for the good health of his family and betrothed, as well as the continued health of the new King, he ended his prayers rather quickly.
Then he scooted slightly to the side to stare silently at the small shrine to Hera. Normally, he would not have prayed to her with any sort of consistency, but Eurydice's quick announcement had long stirred something within him. A need to protect and ensure that she would be taken care of and watched over by the goddess of women and motherhood. Anything to ensure the safe delivery of his child in nearly seven months' time and the safety of Eurydice herself. To Hera, he lady a lotus and a pomegranate, along with a peacock feather and the last drops of cows blood that he had purchased from one of the less reputable merchants in the market. It was not the same as sacrificing the cow himself, but it was as close as he could find himself within the city.
With his prayers completed, the man started to fully prepare himself for the day. This included doning the standard armor of his station, strapping his favored axe to his belt on one side, alongside a tagger of iron. On his other hip, he attached his coin purse, having every intention of making it to market for more offerings to the gods for the days ahead, Krysto found himself taking pause at the knock on the door of his room. Sighing slowly through his nose, he was already very aware of who would be calling upon him at this hour. Striding to the door, he opened it and took the missive silently, opening it to find the familiar penmanship of King Achilleas.
He was being summoned and told to think of a few men that he found 'most true and able'. Whatever King Achilleas was planning, he knew better than to question it. Already, his mind was flashing through a list of men that he could lend to the King for whatever it was he needed now.
With every intention of following the order right then and there, Krysto left the barracks and started the trek up to the Palati. Normally, he would have taken his horse, but he wanted the quiet and solitude that came from walking on his own. It required less focus which, with his sleep-addled mind, was needed. He would not be allowed to feel sluggish once he had reached the Palati.
Used to simply attending upon the Mikaelidas manor, Krysto felt awkward as he climbed the steps of the Palati and held out the note to the guards who stood at the entrance. "I have been called upon by the King," Krysto said calmly. The two guards exchanged glances and then motioned him inside as if he hadn't been summoned to the Palati multiple days before. It seemed like a fun game for the two of them to play. Constantly scrutinize the man who very clearly had the ear of the new king. Krysto stepped into the Palati, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the guards he was leaving behind.
He would have thought that the men would be better trained, but multiple changes in rulers within the last few months was bound to cause problems, especially when it came to the behavior of the men who were supposed to protect the family within. How were soldiers to trust and secure loyalty to rulers who never stayed in their positions? There was a disconnect in the guard that made Krysto physically uncomfortable. This should not have been something that should have been overlooked. Achilleas' and Theodora's protection, as well as that of the rest of the Mikaelidas women who still resided within the Palati, was of utmost importance. None of the royal family, whether from the former ruling branch of the family or the current, was expendable. Not in any way.
Krysto was all too aware of the weight that Princess Xene held with King Achilleas. Losing yet another ally, even that of a noblewoman of the court, would be a most striking blow. That was not what the kingdom needed. They did not need more death, they needed stability. While the war would give them none of the stability Taengea needed, a united and protected royal family would keep Taengea looking strong, rather than a Kingdom ripe for sacking.
He did not require an escort. He knew exactly where the king would be if he had only written the missive to Krysto that morning. Not purposely taking his time, it took the man a moment to remember the directions to Achilleas' study. Trial and error soon brought him to the heavy wooden door and the guard standing outside of the room. Once more, he handed the guard the missive, which was promptly handed back to him. Krysto pocketed it and then knocked once, twice, and then let himself into the room without waiting for Achilleas to verbalize his welcome. He closed the door behind him, standing with his back nearly brushing the wood while his gaze drank in his friend.
Nothing had ever felt so strained and official between them. It was difficult for Krysto to wrap his mind around it. Initially, then the King had died, he had taken the lead to ensure that the royal family was given their peace. That had been his job and a sign of his undying loyalty to Achilleas and the strife he was now having to withstand. But now that the adrenaline had worn off, he found himself most unsure of how to act with his friend. They were alone. Was he casual? Proper? Would Achilleas expect different of him now than he had when they were closer to an even playing field? While Krysto's family was not noble, they were rich. They did not run a province, but their money and their work aided the continued prosperity of the Kingdom. An old family, they were loyal born Taengeans and Achilleas and Krysto had long formed a bond that extended even deeper than that of a familial bond.
It was as if they both should have been born to the same family. Brothers inside and outside of war, Krysto was tentative regardless. He was unused to such a change in his friend. He was unused to the burden than Achilleas now held on broad shoulders.
"You summoned me, my King," Krysto said first, approaching Achilleas' desk. He did not get too close, nor did he stand so far away that he needed to raise his voice. The distance was both comfortable for Achilleas' new status, and uncomfortable for the friendship they had shared for nearly twenty years. Trying to find some humor in the situation, Krysto smiled at the man. "It is unlike you to send for me so early. Usually, you sleep longer than this," he pointed out.
Then, needing to find a way to ease the tension that he was feeling, Krysto pulled one of the chairs in the room closer to the desk and settled down into it. The plush cushions were more comfortable than the ones in his own home, but Krysto was never one to complain about what he did and didn't have. His family was wealthy, but he preferred the simplicity of living smaller. Were he to live in a place like this, he might find himself intimidated and cowed by the size and openness of it.
"It must have been important for you to take such uncharacteristic actions this morning. What is it that I can help you with, my King? Is everything right and fair within the Palati? Is there someone I need to silence? An errand you need of me?" There was a multitude of things that Achilleas could have a mind to ask, and that was why this was so difficult. He had come into this meeting with his friend mostly blind.
He only hoped that whatever Achilleas had to say was favorable, or at the very least not something that could cause further discomfort within the Captain.
The dream was good. Far too good to stir so early in the morning. The image of Eurydice's delicate face was so vivid, he was almost sure that he was standing in the land of the living. He was entirely sure that her fingertips were actually trailing against the bristle of his beard. Her eyes, alluring as ever, bore into his own and he found his breath catching sharply in his chest. The man wanted so desperately to hold her, but she was speaking to him. Firmly. Everything was muffled, but he was vaguely aware of the pack he had thrown over his shoulder and the reins of the horse he held. One of the two horses that belonged in their tiny stable beside their tiny home.
Krysto's gaze focused on her lips, wondering if he was allowed to kiss her goodbye and interrupt whatever it was she was saying to him. But her hands were firmly planted on his cheeks, commanding his full attention. "Did you hear me?" Eurydice's voice cut through his myriad of thoughts that had nothing to do with him leaving their home to return to Vasiliadon.
"I... I'm sorry. I don't think I did... correctly, at least," Krysto excused himself with a weak smile. He didn't want to leave this moment with her. Her intense patience with Lord Achilleas should have earned her the war accolades that would no doubt become his if they were to return to war soon. There had been talk, but he hadn't given it too much thought lest he ruin the quiet peace he had found here. "Can you tell me again?"
Eurydice smiled a little tearfully, "Silly boy," she cursed him, "I said you need to come home to me and your child. Someday. Promise me."
The intensity of the passion he felt for her was staggering, but his lips met hers in pure excitement and frustration that he had to go to begin with. But he would not deny his friend. Not when he had had so much peace since the last conflict. He owed Achilleas everything, and that meant he went when he was called. Even if it meant having to postpone his wedding to this beautiful woman for what felt like the hundredth time. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers, smiling, but unable to say anything.
"Promise me, Krysto," Eurydice repeated, a sort of desperation in her voice that was enough to bring the harsh sting of tears to his own eyes.
"I promise."
His breath caught as one of the barracks cats jumped straight on his chest. His eyes shot open and he lifted his head to stare at the black mass of somewhat matted fur and orange eyes. The captain sighed sharply and dropped his head back against his pillow, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes in order to properly compose himself. His free hand stroked the soft fur of the feline on his chest. "Who let you in here?" he asked quietly, reaching forward to pick the cat up and set it gently on all four paws on the floor. "You better not have shit in my sandals again, ruffian," he muttered under his breath.
Krysto reached tentatively for his sandals, tipping them over to find there was no offensive excrement to be found. Nor urine. Good. He wasn't sure that he would handle the sharp mood swing that came with the pesky cat soiling his things. Not after such a pleasant dream. That would be an absolute travesty where that was concerned. He liked the memories of his betrothed to be unmarred by the persnickety nature of animals.
Pushing up from the cot, Krysto found himself yawning, rubbing at his face, and trying to thread his fingers through the long curly hair atop his head. He had planned the morning to give thanks to a few of the gods, as he had each morning since he had arrived back in the capitol. With this in mind, he dressed silently, falling back into his normal somber attitude as of late. King Achilleas had called him back to Vasiliadon weeks ago and Krysto still hadn't been able to sort out how to tell the man that Eurydice was expecting, nor his fears about what could happen in the war against Egypt. He found it easier if he said nothing at all, and if he was to fall on the battlefield, there would be nothing holding his betrothed back from finding support in another man.
He would never expect her not to marry or wait for him if he were to go missing or pass to Hades. He was not selfish enough to wish that on anyone. Silently, he was somewhat thankful that their marriage had once more been interrupted. The rest of him regretted every second that came with that lack of true connection and loyalty.
Dressing quietly and then moving to the other side of the private barracks room he had taken over when he arrived, he sat before the small shrine to Apollo he had constructed with a totem he had found in the market. Here, he lay a band of laurels, an arrow made of cypress wood, and swan feathers as an offering to the god. Silently praying for the good health of his family and betrothed, as well as the continued health of the new King, he ended his prayers rather quickly.
Then he scooted slightly to the side to stare silently at the small shrine to Hera. Normally, he would not have prayed to her with any sort of consistency, but Eurydice's quick announcement had long stirred something within him. A need to protect and ensure that she would be taken care of and watched over by the goddess of women and motherhood. Anything to ensure the safe delivery of his child in nearly seven months' time and the safety of Eurydice herself. To Hera, he lady a lotus and a pomegranate, along with a peacock feather and the last drops of cows blood that he had purchased from one of the less reputable merchants in the market. It was not the same as sacrificing the cow himself, but it was as close as he could find himself within the city.
With his prayers completed, the man started to fully prepare himself for the day. This included doning the standard armor of his station, strapping his favored axe to his belt on one side, alongside a tagger of iron. On his other hip, he attached his coin purse, having every intention of making it to market for more offerings to the gods for the days ahead, Krysto found himself taking pause at the knock on the door of his room. Sighing slowly through his nose, he was already very aware of who would be calling upon him at this hour. Striding to the door, he opened it and took the missive silently, opening it to find the familiar penmanship of King Achilleas.
He was being summoned and told to think of a few men that he found 'most true and able'. Whatever King Achilleas was planning, he knew better than to question it. Already, his mind was flashing through a list of men that he could lend to the King for whatever it was he needed now.
With every intention of following the order right then and there, Krysto left the barracks and started the trek up to the Palati. Normally, he would have taken his horse, but he wanted the quiet and solitude that came from walking on his own. It required less focus which, with his sleep-addled mind, was needed. He would not be allowed to feel sluggish once he had reached the Palati.
Used to simply attending upon the Mikaelidas manor, Krysto felt awkward as he climbed the steps of the Palati and held out the note to the guards who stood at the entrance. "I have been called upon by the King," Krysto said calmly. The two guards exchanged glances and then motioned him inside as if he hadn't been summoned to the Palati multiple days before. It seemed like a fun game for the two of them to play. Constantly scrutinize the man who very clearly had the ear of the new king. Krysto stepped into the Palati, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the guards he was leaving behind.
He would have thought that the men would be better trained, but multiple changes in rulers within the last few months was bound to cause problems, especially when it came to the behavior of the men who were supposed to protect the family within. How were soldiers to trust and secure loyalty to rulers who never stayed in their positions? There was a disconnect in the guard that made Krysto physically uncomfortable. This should not have been something that should have been overlooked. Achilleas' and Theodora's protection, as well as that of the rest of the Mikaelidas women who still resided within the Palati, was of utmost importance. None of the royal family, whether from the former ruling branch of the family or the current, was expendable. Not in any way.
Krysto was all too aware of the weight that Princess Xene held with King Achilleas. Losing yet another ally, even that of a noblewoman of the court, would be a most striking blow. That was not what the kingdom needed. They did not need more death, they needed stability. While the war would give them none of the stability Taengea needed, a united and protected royal family would keep Taengea looking strong, rather than a Kingdom ripe for sacking.
He did not require an escort. He knew exactly where the king would be if he had only written the missive to Krysto that morning. Not purposely taking his time, it took the man a moment to remember the directions to Achilleas' study. Trial and error soon brought him to the heavy wooden door and the guard standing outside of the room. Once more, he handed the guard the missive, which was promptly handed back to him. Krysto pocketed it and then knocked once, twice, and then let himself into the room without waiting for Achilleas to verbalize his welcome. He closed the door behind him, standing with his back nearly brushing the wood while his gaze drank in his friend.
Nothing had ever felt so strained and official between them. It was difficult for Krysto to wrap his mind around it. Initially, then the King had died, he had taken the lead to ensure that the royal family was given their peace. That had been his job and a sign of his undying loyalty to Achilleas and the strife he was now having to withstand. But now that the adrenaline had worn off, he found himself most unsure of how to act with his friend. They were alone. Was he casual? Proper? Would Achilleas expect different of him now than he had when they were closer to an even playing field? While Krysto's family was not noble, they were rich. They did not run a province, but their money and their work aided the continued prosperity of the Kingdom. An old family, they were loyal born Taengeans and Achilleas and Krysto had long formed a bond that extended even deeper than that of a familial bond.
It was as if they both should have been born to the same family. Brothers inside and outside of war, Krysto was tentative regardless. He was unused to such a change in his friend. He was unused to the burden than Achilleas now held on broad shoulders.
"You summoned me, my King," Krysto said first, approaching Achilleas' desk. He did not get too close, nor did he stand so far away that he needed to raise his voice. The distance was both comfortable for Achilleas' new status, and uncomfortable for the friendship they had shared for nearly twenty years. Trying to find some humor in the situation, Krysto smiled at the man. "It is unlike you to send for me so early. Usually, you sleep longer than this," he pointed out.
Then, needing to find a way to ease the tension that he was feeling, Krysto pulled one of the chairs in the room closer to the desk and settled down into it. The plush cushions were more comfortable than the ones in his own home, but Krysto was never one to complain about what he did and didn't have. His family was wealthy, but he preferred the simplicity of living smaller. Were he to live in a place like this, he might find himself intimidated and cowed by the size and openness of it.
"It must have been important for you to take such uncharacteristic actions this morning. What is it that I can help you with, my King? Is everything right and fair within the Palati? Is there someone I need to silence? An errand you need of me?" There was a multitude of things that Achilleas could have a mind to ask, and that was why this was so difficult. He had come into this meeting with his friend mostly blind.
He only hoped that whatever Achilleas had to say was favorable, or at the very least not something that could cause further discomfort within the Captain.
Krysto was not the only one who felt uncomfortable in the Palati. It was hardly as if Achilleas was unused to spending time there, even if one took away the court events that drew him to the palace often, there was the fact that he had grown up visiting with his cousins who called it their home. It was the Mikaelidas Palati, after all.
And yet, the entire process of moving from Archontiko Mikaelidas to the Palace had left him uneasy. There were ghosts here: of his Uncle and cousin and father who had crossed the Styx, of Stephanos and Pia whose things had been left abandoned as they fled to Colchis. The study he found himself in had not been so before. Achilleas could not bring himself to sit in the room that his father had adopted as his own workspace in the Palati, instead had insisted on this chamber instead. But as he sat and stared unseeing at the missive he was trying to write, he felt no affinity with the space. It was filled with some of his things, and yet did not feel as if it were his. And that was how he felt about the entirety of this place.
Perhaps, with time, it would come. For now though, the new King had matters enough to deal with that he could spare little thought for the sense of dislocation he had felt since the death of his father. It was good, he had things to focus on, which meant he could barely think on it at all. That was good.
The knock on the door jarred him from his musings, and Achilleas looked up, expecting to see a servant come through, and altogether more pleased to see his friend instead. He had written to Krysto early that morning and had not expected such a prompt visit, but was glad of it all the same.
“I did” the King agreed, pushing away the papers he had been not writing, and looking across at the Captain he had known for so many years now. He was not unaware of how strained things felt between them, neither of them adapting fluidly to whatever this shift meant, but Achilleas could not be bothered with navigating formality. Not when there was no one to see and make judgements, not when it was just he and his oldest friend. He waved a hand to beckon Krysto over.
“Sit down, please. Don’t stand on ceremony Krysto, I get enough of that from almost everyone else”
He sounded weary, and it gave the other man some insight into his question, almost before he had answered it. There were new shadows on the face of the Mikaelidas man, dark smudges beneath his eyes that spoke to the stress and grief of the past days that he made little other show of. “I have not been sleeping so well” Achilleas admitted in answer to Krysto’s observation. “It’s unfamiliar here and getting used to Theodora and..” The King drew himself short in his words and chuckled. “Listen to me complaining about my beautiful wife in my bed. What is the world coming to?”
For indeed he was blessed in his new bride, his Queen who had just quietly arranged for the transfer of his..their belongings into the Palati, who organised things he would not have even given thought to. It was just a lot of change in a short space of time, and it always took Achilleas time to adjust to shifts in his routines. He was a creature of habit, and those habits were having to be adjusted in almost every direction. Used to rising early and training before the sun was fully up, he felt guilty stealing away whilst Theodora still slept, and so had tried to balance his time so they could..wake together at least some mornings. And then he found himself losing track of time in sifting through missives that required his attention, receiving those who requested an audience and before he knew it, it was already afternoon and he had bad barely seen his new wife. Was that how it was supposed to be? Would Theodora be feeling neglected? Trying to learn the intricacies of what it meant to be a husband fell second to learning the intricacies of what it meant to be King, and then there were countless other things beyond that which he knew he should be attending too also. That was at least one of the factors in his calling Krysto in. The other being that it was just nice to have someone familiar and comfortable by his side, as opposed to the flurry of advisors and courtiers who were not his men and who he didn’t know if he trusted.
“I do need something of you Krysto” he began, settling his blue gaze on the man before him. A man he definitely did trust. “With all that has happened, you have proven once again what a staunch friend you are, and I have no doubts about what a capable soldier you are, you know. Now of all times, I feel the need to surround myself with those who have established such loyalty to me and mine.”
Krysto was not the only one to have noted the disconnect in the palace guards, and Achilleas, having been severed from his barony and the instinctive connection to his own military unit in the unexpected ascent to the throne, had wondered about both his friend’s position, and his own want to have men with proven loyalty in his command, and it had seemed like a simple solution.
“How would you feel, Captain, about relocating to Vasiliadon on a more permanent basis and assuming command of the King’s Guard”
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Krysto was not the only one who felt uncomfortable in the Palati. It was hardly as if Achilleas was unused to spending time there, even if one took away the court events that drew him to the palace often, there was the fact that he had grown up visiting with his cousins who called it their home. It was the Mikaelidas Palati, after all.
And yet, the entire process of moving from Archontiko Mikaelidas to the Palace had left him uneasy. There were ghosts here: of his Uncle and cousin and father who had crossed the Styx, of Stephanos and Pia whose things had been left abandoned as they fled to Colchis. The study he found himself in had not been so before. Achilleas could not bring himself to sit in the room that his father had adopted as his own workspace in the Palati, instead had insisted on this chamber instead. But as he sat and stared unseeing at the missive he was trying to write, he felt no affinity with the space. It was filled with some of his things, and yet did not feel as if it were his. And that was how he felt about the entirety of this place.
Perhaps, with time, it would come. For now though, the new King had matters enough to deal with that he could spare little thought for the sense of dislocation he had felt since the death of his father. It was good, he had things to focus on, which meant he could barely think on it at all. That was good.
The knock on the door jarred him from his musings, and Achilleas looked up, expecting to see a servant come through, and altogether more pleased to see his friend instead. He had written to Krysto early that morning and had not expected such a prompt visit, but was glad of it all the same.
“I did” the King agreed, pushing away the papers he had been not writing, and looking across at the Captain he had known for so many years now. He was not unaware of how strained things felt between them, neither of them adapting fluidly to whatever this shift meant, but Achilleas could not be bothered with navigating formality. Not when there was no one to see and make judgements, not when it was just he and his oldest friend. He waved a hand to beckon Krysto over.
“Sit down, please. Don’t stand on ceremony Krysto, I get enough of that from almost everyone else”
He sounded weary, and it gave the other man some insight into his question, almost before he had answered it. There were new shadows on the face of the Mikaelidas man, dark smudges beneath his eyes that spoke to the stress and grief of the past days that he made little other show of. “I have not been sleeping so well” Achilleas admitted in answer to Krysto’s observation. “It’s unfamiliar here and getting used to Theodora and..” The King drew himself short in his words and chuckled. “Listen to me complaining about my beautiful wife in my bed. What is the world coming to?”
For indeed he was blessed in his new bride, his Queen who had just quietly arranged for the transfer of his..their belongings into the Palati, who organised things he would not have even given thought to. It was just a lot of change in a short space of time, and it always took Achilleas time to adjust to shifts in his routines. He was a creature of habit, and those habits were having to be adjusted in almost every direction. Used to rising early and training before the sun was fully up, he felt guilty stealing away whilst Theodora still slept, and so had tried to balance his time so they could..wake together at least some mornings. And then he found himself losing track of time in sifting through missives that required his attention, receiving those who requested an audience and before he knew it, it was already afternoon and he had bad barely seen his new wife. Was that how it was supposed to be? Would Theodora be feeling neglected? Trying to learn the intricacies of what it meant to be a husband fell second to learning the intricacies of what it meant to be King, and then there were countless other things beyond that which he knew he should be attending too also. That was at least one of the factors in his calling Krysto in. The other being that it was just nice to have someone familiar and comfortable by his side, as opposed to the flurry of advisors and courtiers who were not his men and who he didn’t know if he trusted.
“I do need something of you Krysto” he began, settling his blue gaze on the man before him. A man he definitely did trust. “With all that has happened, you have proven once again what a staunch friend you are, and I have no doubts about what a capable soldier you are, you know. Now of all times, I feel the need to surround myself with those who have established such loyalty to me and mine.”
Krysto was not the only one to have noted the disconnect in the palace guards, and Achilleas, having been severed from his barony and the instinctive connection to his own military unit in the unexpected ascent to the throne, had wondered about both his friend’s position, and his own want to have men with proven loyalty in his command, and it had seemed like a simple solution.
“How would you feel, Captain, about relocating to Vasiliadon on a more permanent basis and assuming command of the King’s Guard”
Krysto was not the only one who felt uncomfortable in the Palati. It was hardly as if Achilleas was unused to spending time there, even if one took away the court events that drew him to the palace often, there was the fact that he had grown up visiting with his cousins who called it their home. It was the Mikaelidas Palati, after all.
And yet, the entire process of moving from Archontiko Mikaelidas to the Palace had left him uneasy. There were ghosts here: of his Uncle and cousin and father who had crossed the Styx, of Stephanos and Pia whose things had been left abandoned as they fled to Colchis. The study he found himself in had not been so before. Achilleas could not bring himself to sit in the room that his father had adopted as his own workspace in the Palati, instead had insisted on this chamber instead. But as he sat and stared unseeing at the missive he was trying to write, he felt no affinity with the space. It was filled with some of his things, and yet did not feel as if it were his. And that was how he felt about the entirety of this place.
Perhaps, with time, it would come. For now though, the new King had matters enough to deal with that he could spare little thought for the sense of dislocation he had felt since the death of his father. It was good, he had things to focus on, which meant he could barely think on it at all. That was good.
The knock on the door jarred him from his musings, and Achilleas looked up, expecting to see a servant come through, and altogether more pleased to see his friend instead. He had written to Krysto early that morning and had not expected such a prompt visit, but was glad of it all the same.
“I did” the King agreed, pushing away the papers he had been not writing, and looking across at the Captain he had known for so many years now. He was not unaware of how strained things felt between them, neither of them adapting fluidly to whatever this shift meant, but Achilleas could not be bothered with navigating formality. Not when there was no one to see and make judgements, not when it was just he and his oldest friend. He waved a hand to beckon Krysto over.
“Sit down, please. Don’t stand on ceremony Krysto, I get enough of that from almost everyone else”
He sounded weary, and it gave the other man some insight into his question, almost before he had answered it. There were new shadows on the face of the Mikaelidas man, dark smudges beneath his eyes that spoke to the stress and grief of the past days that he made little other show of. “I have not been sleeping so well” Achilleas admitted in answer to Krysto’s observation. “It’s unfamiliar here and getting used to Theodora and..” The King drew himself short in his words and chuckled. “Listen to me complaining about my beautiful wife in my bed. What is the world coming to?”
For indeed he was blessed in his new bride, his Queen who had just quietly arranged for the transfer of his..their belongings into the Palati, who organised things he would not have even given thought to. It was just a lot of change in a short space of time, and it always took Achilleas time to adjust to shifts in his routines. He was a creature of habit, and those habits were having to be adjusted in almost every direction. Used to rising early and training before the sun was fully up, he felt guilty stealing away whilst Theodora still slept, and so had tried to balance his time so they could..wake together at least some mornings. And then he found himself losing track of time in sifting through missives that required his attention, receiving those who requested an audience and before he knew it, it was already afternoon and he had bad barely seen his new wife. Was that how it was supposed to be? Would Theodora be feeling neglected? Trying to learn the intricacies of what it meant to be a husband fell second to learning the intricacies of what it meant to be King, and then there were countless other things beyond that which he knew he should be attending too also. That was at least one of the factors in his calling Krysto in. The other being that it was just nice to have someone familiar and comfortable by his side, as opposed to the flurry of advisors and courtiers who were not his men and who he didn’t know if he trusted.
“I do need something of you Krysto” he began, settling his blue gaze on the man before him. A man he definitely did trust. “With all that has happened, you have proven once again what a staunch friend you are, and I have no doubts about what a capable soldier you are, you know. Now of all times, I feel the need to surround myself with those who have established such loyalty to me and mine.”
Krysto was not the only one to have noted the disconnect in the palace guards, and Achilleas, having been severed from his barony and the instinctive connection to his own military unit in the unexpected ascent to the throne, had wondered about both his friend’s position, and his own want to have men with proven loyalty in his command, and it had seemed like a simple solution.
“How would you feel, Captain, about relocating to Vasiliadon on a more permanent basis and assuming command of the King’s Guard”
Given his sudden ability to be entirely improper and familiar with King Achilleas, Krysto made a face when the king mentioned not sleeping well. He even rolled his eyes at the mention of Theodora, not entirely in the mood to talk about Achilleas' wife when he had just been so rudely woken from a dream of his own betrothed only a little bit ago. There was some bitterness there. It seemed that every time things started to fall into place for him and Eurydice, something dashed their hopes for their wedding. This time, it had been Achilleas calling him to the capitol only two days before his wedding, something that Achilleas really should have taken into account before he made the call. He had been invited, after all.
"Please do not complain about your wife, Achilleas," Krysto said pointedly as he sank down into one of the chairs across from Achilleas' desk. "Some of us are not so lucky to be able to sleep next to the one we love, let alone get as far as marrying them," the jab was purposeful, but the smirk on his features was just that. A signal that he was teasing, offsetting his bitterness and missing of Eurydice for some bit of humor about a King already complaining about his new bride. What Krysto would have given to well and truly wake up beside Eurydice again.
With the war having been declared, he was even sure that he would not get to bear witness to his own child growing within her. He might not even come back from the war, and not staying to marry Eurydice when he'd had the chance had become his greatest regret.
It was no surprise at all that Achilleas needed something of him. That was a common thing with their friendship. Achilleas the leader and Krysto the staunch friend who would do anything and everything to a man he owed his very life to. It was why, despite his own sadness over his lot in life, Krysto never truly complained about being asked to this task or that assignment. Loyal to a fault, or maybe refreshingly loyal when one considered the state of the Taengean nobility, Krysto was always ready and willing to do anything asked of him. That was why he did not flinch not let the smile slip off his features as he watched his friend, the King.
But this was not a request that Krysto had expected. Not in the entirety of his lifetime, and the man was soon frowning, his dark brows knit together in calm consideration of the request. Of course, he would move to Vasiliadon. Eurydice would automatically have a place here, though he felt he should do more for her than just settle her down in the city, alone.
"I have to say that I am honored for the offer," Krysto started carefully, his gaze still firmly on Achilleas. "I would want to move Eurydice to the city post haste before it is too late to move her at all," Krysto admitted, "But I would need time to find her proper lodgings and outfit a home for us. Will you give me leave to ensure that my betrothed is settled before I start my new command?" Krysto asked carefully, "Or at least make arrangements to have her settled," he added, knowing that time would not allow him a chance to see her before they would start their war preparations. That thought made him just a little sick to his stomach, but he seemed to smile and shrug it off. "I was wondering if I'd ever move up to a position other than the captain of a provincial military."
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Given his sudden ability to be entirely improper and familiar with King Achilleas, Krysto made a face when the king mentioned not sleeping well. He even rolled his eyes at the mention of Theodora, not entirely in the mood to talk about Achilleas' wife when he had just been so rudely woken from a dream of his own betrothed only a little bit ago. There was some bitterness there. It seemed that every time things started to fall into place for him and Eurydice, something dashed their hopes for their wedding. This time, it had been Achilleas calling him to the capitol only two days before his wedding, something that Achilleas really should have taken into account before he made the call. He had been invited, after all.
"Please do not complain about your wife, Achilleas," Krysto said pointedly as he sank down into one of the chairs across from Achilleas' desk. "Some of us are not so lucky to be able to sleep next to the one we love, let alone get as far as marrying them," the jab was purposeful, but the smirk on his features was just that. A signal that he was teasing, offsetting his bitterness and missing of Eurydice for some bit of humor about a King already complaining about his new bride. What Krysto would have given to well and truly wake up beside Eurydice again.
With the war having been declared, he was even sure that he would not get to bear witness to his own child growing within her. He might not even come back from the war, and not staying to marry Eurydice when he'd had the chance had become his greatest regret.
It was no surprise at all that Achilleas needed something of him. That was a common thing with their friendship. Achilleas the leader and Krysto the staunch friend who would do anything and everything to a man he owed his very life to. It was why, despite his own sadness over his lot in life, Krysto never truly complained about being asked to this task or that assignment. Loyal to a fault, or maybe refreshingly loyal when one considered the state of the Taengean nobility, Krysto was always ready and willing to do anything asked of him. That was why he did not flinch not let the smile slip off his features as he watched his friend, the King.
But this was not a request that Krysto had expected. Not in the entirety of his lifetime, and the man was soon frowning, his dark brows knit together in calm consideration of the request. Of course, he would move to Vasiliadon. Eurydice would automatically have a place here, though he felt he should do more for her than just settle her down in the city, alone.
"I have to say that I am honored for the offer," Krysto started carefully, his gaze still firmly on Achilleas. "I would want to move Eurydice to the city post haste before it is too late to move her at all," Krysto admitted, "But I would need time to find her proper lodgings and outfit a home for us. Will you give me leave to ensure that my betrothed is settled before I start my new command?" Krysto asked carefully, "Or at least make arrangements to have her settled," he added, knowing that time would not allow him a chance to see her before they would start their war preparations. That thought made him just a little sick to his stomach, but he seemed to smile and shrug it off. "I was wondering if I'd ever move up to a position other than the captain of a provincial military."
Given his sudden ability to be entirely improper and familiar with King Achilleas, Krysto made a face when the king mentioned not sleeping well. He even rolled his eyes at the mention of Theodora, not entirely in the mood to talk about Achilleas' wife when he had just been so rudely woken from a dream of his own betrothed only a little bit ago. There was some bitterness there. It seemed that every time things started to fall into place for him and Eurydice, something dashed their hopes for their wedding. This time, it had been Achilleas calling him to the capitol only two days before his wedding, something that Achilleas really should have taken into account before he made the call. He had been invited, after all.
"Please do not complain about your wife, Achilleas," Krysto said pointedly as he sank down into one of the chairs across from Achilleas' desk. "Some of us are not so lucky to be able to sleep next to the one we love, let alone get as far as marrying them," the jab was purposeful, but the smirk on his features was just that. A signal that he was teasing, offsetting his bitterness and missing of Eurydice for some bit of humor about a King already complaining about his new bride. What Krysto would have given to well and truly wake up beside Eurydice again.
With the war having been declared, he was even sure that he would not get to bear witness to his own child growing within her. He might not even come back from the war, and not staying to marry Eurydice when he'd had the chance had become his greatest regret.
It was no surprise at all that Achilleas needed something of him. That was a common thing with their friendship. Achilleas the leader and Krysto the staunch friend who would do anything and everything to a man he owed his very life to. It was why, despite his own sadness over his lot in life, Krysto never truly complained about being asked to this task or that assignment. Loyal to a fault, or maybe refreshingly loyal when one considered the state of the Taengean nobility, Krysto was always ready and willing to do anything asked of him. That was why he did not flinch not let the smile slip off his features as he watched his friend, the King.
But this was not a request that Krysto had expected. Not in the entirety of his lifetime, and the man was soon frowning, his dark brows knit together in calm consideration of the request. Of course, he would move to Vasiliadon. Eurydice would automatically have a place here, though he felt he should do more for her than just settle her down in the city, alone.
"I have to say that I am honored for the offer," Krysto started carefully, his gaze still firmly on Achilleas. "I would want to move Eurydice to the city post haste before it is too late to move her at all," Krysto admitted, "But I would need time to find her proper lodgings and outfit a home for us. Will you give me leave to ensure that my betrothed is settled before I start my new command?" Krysto asked carefully, "Or at least make arrangements to have her settled," he added, knowing that time would not allow him a chance to see her before they would start their war preparations. That thought made him just a little sick to his stomach, but he seemed to smile and shrug it off. "I was wondering if I'd ever move up to a position other than the captain of a provincial military."
Achilleas read his friend’s expression a moment too late, realised his folly and grimaced. He had forgotten, for a moment, that which Krysto had been asked to set aside in order to do his duty as Captain, but more so, as a friend. It had been after the Senate meet that he had requested the presence of the other man in the capital when it seemed most pressing to have trustworthy allies by his side, and Achilleas had known then what it would mean. He shot an apologetic glance at his friend.
“Forgive me, I know you have sacrificed much Krysto.” If he were honest, Achilleas was a little ashamed at how easily he had asked the man before him to delay his wedding, after knowing first hand the frustrations that went along with that. It had been third time lucky for him and Theodora, and even then, look how that day had turned out. Inauspicious beginnings indeed.
He would not let his thoughts linger there, as they had tried to ever since, but instead refocused on the soldier whom he now planned to extend an offer to. An offer that would hopefully see him justly rewarded for his efforts over the years, but also selfishly, keep him close to Achilleas in a time when he felt he needed him.
He watched Krysto closely as the man digested the request, considered it. The King did not really have any doubt as to whether the man would accept, but what he wanted to glean was whether his friend was happy about it, or if it were something he stepped up to because Achilleas asked it of him. He would prefer the former.
When the man asked what were perfectly reasonable things regarding the practicality of uprooting his life to settle more permanently in the capital, the King waved his hand as if it were nothing. “A steward can find some suitable accommodations, Krysto. And you know that you can have whatever time I can spare you for. There are more conversations that need to be had before we can get on with the practicalities of readying ourselves for this war, and you do not need to be privy to all of them.”
He did not like being the one to give the orders that would draw men away from their loved ones, but that had been long a thing he’d had to resolve within himself. If he could do a little to ease the sting of it beforehand then he would, for Krysto especially. He did count many as true friends, and if he could not look after those he cared about then what could he do. The man before him, and by extension the sweet girl who had caught his heart, were important to Achilleas.
The King frowned a little at the man’s lack of faith that he would progress, but did not say more than a “...well you have not given me an answer yet? Am I to wait for you to deliberate any better offers?” He said it with a smile on his face, but Achilleas would have been surprised if his friend had stalled on accepting. It was a prestigious position and a good move.
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Achilleas read his friend’s expression a moment too late, realised his folly and grimaced. He had forgotten, for a moment, that which Krysto had been asked to set aside in order to do his duty as Captain, but more so, as a friend. It had been after the Senate meet that he had requested the presence of the other man in the capital when it seemed most pressing to have trustworthy allies by his side, and Achilleas had known then what it would mean. He shot an apologetic glance at his friend.
“Forgive me, I know you have sacrificed much Krysto.” If he were honest, Achilleas was a little ashamed at how easily he had asked the man before him to delay his wedding, after knowing first hand the frustrations that went along with that. It had been third time lucky for him and Theodora, and even then, look how that day had turned out. Inauspicious beginnings indeed.
He would not let his thoughts linger there, as they had tried to ever since, but instead refocused on the soldier whom he now planned to extend an offer to. An offer that would hopefully see him justly rewarded for his efforts over the years, but also selfishly, keep him close to Achilleas in a time when he felt he needed him.
He watched Krysto closely as the man digested the request, considered it. The King did not really have any doubt as to whether the man would accept, but what he wanted to glean was whether his friend was happy about it, or if it were something he stepped up to because Achilleas asked it of him. He would prefer the former.
When the man asked what were perfectly reasonable things regarding the practicality of uprooting his life to settle more permanently in the capital, the King waved his hand as if it were nothing. “A steward can find some suitable accommodations, Krysto. And you know that you can have whatever time I can spare you for. There are more conversations that need to be had before we can get on with the practicalities of readying ourselves for this war, and you do not need to be privy to all of them.”
He did not like being the one to give the orders that would draw men away from their loved ones, but that had been long a thing he’d had to resolve within himself. If he could do a little to ease the sting of it beforehand then he would, for Krysto especially. He did count many as true friends, and if he could not look after those he cared about then what could he do. The man before him, and by extension the sweet girl who had caught his heart, were important to Achilleas.
The King frowned a little at the man’s lack of faith that he would progress, but did not say more than a “...well you have not given me an answer yet? Am I to wait for you to deliberate any better offers?” He said it with a smile on his face, but Achilleas would have been surprised if his friend had stalled on accepting. It was a prestigious position and a good move.
Achilleas read his friend’s expression a moment too late, realised his folly and grimaced. He had forgotten, for a moment, that which Krysto had been asked to set aside in order to do his duty as Captain, but more so, as a friend. It had been after the Senate meet that he had requested the presence of the other man in the capital when it seemed most pressing to have trustworthy allies by his side, and Achilleas had known then what it would mean. He shot an apologetic glance at his friend.
“Forgive me, I know you have sacrificed much Krysto.” If he were honest, Achilleas was a little ashamed at how easily he had asked the man before him to delay his wedding, after knowing first hand the frustrations that went along with that. It had been third time lucky for him and Theodora, and even then, look how that day had turned out. Inauspicious beginnings indeed.
He would not let his thoughts linger there, as they had tried to ever since, but instead refocused on the soldier whom he now planned to extend an offer to. An offer that would hopefully see him justly rewarded for his efforts over the years, but also selfishly, keep him close to Achilleas in a time when he felt he needed him.
He watched Krysto closely as the man digested the request, considered it. The King did not really have any doubt as to whether the man would accept, but what he wanted to glean was whether his friend was happy about it, or if it were something he stepped up to because Achilleas asked it of him. He would prefer the former.
When the man asked what were perfectly reasonable things regarding the practicality of uprooting his life to settle more permanently in the capital, the King waved his hand as if it were nothing. “A steward can find some suitable accommodations, Krysto. And you know that you can have whatever time I can spare you for. There are more conversations that need to be had before we can get on with the practicalities of readying ourselves for this war, and you do not need to be privy to all of them.”
He did not like being the one to give the orders that would draw men away from their loved ones, but that had been long a thing he’d had to resolve within himself. If he could do a little to ease the sting of it beforehand then he would, for Krysto especially. He did count many as true friends, and if he could not look after those he cared about then what could he do. The man before him, and by extension the sweet girl who had caught his heart, were important to Achilleas.
The King frowned a little at the man’s lack of faith that he would progress, but did not say more than a “...well you have not given me an answer yet? Am I to wait for you to deliberate any better offers?” He said it with a smile on his face, but Achilleas would have been surprised if his friend had stalled on accepting. It was a prestigious position and a good move.
Krysto noted the way his friend seemed to grimace and realized that maybe right now wasn't the time to be upset over his own lack of marriage. He at least had the ability to say that both of his parents were still alive and well. Even then, Krysto could never picture his father dying. The man liked to run about like he was still young and spry even though the drag of old age threatened to bring him down. Achilleas couldn't say the same. At least, not anymore.
Clearing his throat, the captain laid his hands in his lap, considering his friend in silence. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose the man that had raised him. Though, Irakles hadn't been a model father by any means if Achilleas' lamentations about he man had been any indication. Krysto still felt a slight bit of resentment that Achilleas had never gotten the validation he had wanted from the late King.
Though, now that he listened a little closer, his best friend did not seem to pick up the point that Krysto was attempting to put down. A steward looking for accomodations would likely not be a... reasonable request. Krysto wanted to get to it on his own. He wanted to find the perfect place for his future wife and child without the help of a steward. Truthfully, he would have liked Achilleas to accompany him with such a nervewracking task, but he was more than sure that the man would have no time for the request of a friend. He was King now, after all.
Clearing his throat, Krysto was finding his palms sweaty. Rubbing them sharply on his lap, he cleared his throat a second time. "I'm sorry, my king," Krysto said slowly, "But I do not think that you understand. I will have to request your offer for a steward to do my job for me," he continued, trying to choose his words in a reasonable manner. "For I feel that it is my duty to find a more than suitable home for my future wife and my unborn child. Standard accomodations will not do. I will need to find her a home. Just in case we don't-"
Krysto cut himself off there, not entirely sure why he found himself so emotional suddenly. The dregs of the beautiful dream he'd been having that morning still hung heavily on his mind. She'd looked so beautiful when she had told him that she was with child. He had been loathe to leave her right then and there, wanting nothing more than to drag her back into the safety of their small home and go nowhere at all. It was his loyalty to his friend had prevailed over his want to remain with Eurydice.
Far more emotional than he had expected himself to be, Krysto brought one hand calmly to his forehead, closing his eyes and taking in a very deep breath to settle his nerves. Eurydice understood Krysto's need to uphold his end of the loyalty toward Achilleas, her patience entirely unending in the grand scheme of things. She had not belittled him, nor been outwardly angry at the interruption of their celebrations. Dice had just wanted his safety and good health. Thus far, he had given her that.
"I apologize," Krysto murmured after a few long moments of silence. "Of course, I will accept your offer, my King. There are no better offers, and even if there were, I would not take them."
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Krysto noted the way his friend seemed to grimace and realized that maybe right now wasn't the time to be upset over his own lack of marriage. He at least had the ability to say that both of his parents were still alive and well. Even then, Krysto could never picture his father dying. The man liked to run about like he was still young and spry even though the drag of old age threatened to bring him down. Achilleas couldn't say the same. At least, not anymore.
Clearing his throat, the captain laid his hands in his lap, considering his friend in silence. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose the man that had raised him. Though, Irakles hadn't been a model father by any means if Achilleas' lamentations about he man had been any indication. Krysto still felt a slight bit of resentment that Achilleas had never gotten the validation he had wanted from the late King.
Though, now that he listened a little closer, his best friend did not seem to pick up the point that Krysto was attempting to put down. A steward looking for accomodations would likely not be a... reasonable request. Krysto wanted to get to it on his own. He wanted to find the perfect place for his future wife and child without the help of a steward. Truthfully, he would have liked Achilleas to accompany him with such a nervewracking task, but he was more than sure that the man would have no time for the request of a friend. He was King now, after all.
Clearing his throat, Krysto was finding his palms sweaty. Rubbing them sharply on his lap, he cleared his throat a second time. "I'm sorry, my king," Krysto said slowly, "But I do not think that you understand. I will have to request your offer for a steward to do my job for me," he continued, trying to choose his words in a reasonable manner. "For I feel that it is my duty to find a more than suitable home for my future wife and my unborn child. Standard accomodations will not do. I will need to find her a home. Just in case we don't-"
Krysto cut himself off there, not entirely sure why he found himself so emotional suddenly. The dregs of the beautiful dream he'd been having that morning still hung heavily on his mind. She'd looked so beautiful when she had told him that she was with child. He had been loathe to leave her right then and there, wanting nothing more than to drag her back into the safety of their small home and go nowhere at all. It was his loyalty to his friend had prevailed over his want to remain with Eurydice.
Far more emotional than he had expected himself to be, Krysto brought one hand calmly to his forehead, closing his eyes and taking in a very deep breath to settle his nerves. Eurydice understood Krysto's need to uphold his end of the loyalty toward Achilleas, her patience entirely unending in the grand scheme of things. She had not belittled him, nor been outwardly angry at the interruption of their celebrations. Dice had just wanted his safety and good health. Thus far, he had given her that.
"I apologize," Krysto murmured after a few long moments of silence. "Of course, I will accept your offer, my King. There are no better offers, and even if there were, I would not take them."
Krysto noted the way his friend seemed to grimace and realized that maybe right now wasn't the time to be upset over his own lack of marriage. He at least had the ability to say that both of his parents were still alive and well. Even then, Krysto could never picture his father dying. The man liked to run about like he was still young and spry even though the drag of old age threatened to bring him down. Achilleas couldn't say the same. At least, not anymore.
Clearing his throat, the captain laid his hands in his lap, considering his friend in silence. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose the man that had raised him. Though, Irakles hadn't been a model father by any means if Achilleas' lamentations about he man had been any indication. Krysto still felt a slight bit of resentment that Achilleas had never gotten the validation he had wanted from the late King.
Though, now that he listened a little closer, his best friend did not seem to pick up the point that Krysto was attempting to put down. A steward looking for accomodations would likely not be a... reasonable request. Krysto wanted to get to it on his own. He wanted to find the perfect place for his future wife and child without the help of a steward. Truthfully, he would have liked Achilleas to accompany him with such a nervewracking task, but he was more than sure that the man would have no time for the request of a friend. He was King now, after all.
Clearing his throat, Krysto was finding his palms sweaty. Rubbing them sharply on his lap, he cleared his throat a second time. "I'm sorry, my king," Krysto said slowly, "But I do not think that you understand. I will have to request your offer for a steward to do my job for me," he continued, trying to choose his words in a reasonable manner. "For I feel that it is my duty to find a more than suitable home for my future wife and my unborn child. Standard accomodations will not do. I will need to find her a home. Just in case we don't-"
Krysto cut himself off there, not entirely sure why he found himself so emotional suddenly. The dregs of the beautiful dream he'd been having that morning still hung heavily on his mind. She'd looked so beautiful when she had told him that she was with child. He had been loathe to leave her right then and there, wanting nothing more than to drag her back into the safety of their small home and go nowhere at all. It was his loyalty to his friend had prevailed over his want to remain with Eurydice.
Far more emotional than he had expected himself to be, Krysto brought one hand calmly to his forehead, closing his eyes and taking in a very deep breath to settle his nerves. Eurydice understood Krysto's need to uphold his end of the loyalty toward Achilleas, her patience entirely unending in the grand scheme of things. She had not belittled him, nor been outwardly angry at the interruption of their celebrations. Dice had just wanted his safety and good health. Thus far, he had given her that.
"I apologize," Krysto murmured after a few long moments of silence. "Of course, I will accept your offer, my King. There are no better offers, and even if there were, I would not take them."
Watching what he could only judge to be Krysto’s discomfort as the man cleared his throat and rubbed his palms upon his thighs, the new King raised an eyebrow, the question clear upon his face. He was wondering what had given his friend pause and when Krysto began on an apology, Achilleas frowned.
Had he misjudged this? He had been confident that the Captain would see this for the opportunity that it was, and the notion that he had gotten that wrong was a little jarring. But then Krysto went on, and Achilleas’ frown shifted into a bemused expression. Why on earth his friend would want to bother himself with finding lodgings when Achilleas could just have someone do it for him was about to sail right over the Mikaelidas man’s head, were it not for the explanation the other offered. And that had the King cant his head to the side, pause as if to ensure he had heard right, before he held up a hand, and blinked.
“What? Eurydice is with child?” He leant forward a little toward his friend, waiting for some confirmation that he had not mistaken Krysto’s words, and then a brilliant smile spread over Achilleas’ face and he had risen and reached over to clap a hand on the Captain’s shoulder in congratulations.
“Those are joyous tidings, Krysto, and much welcomed in these days.I am glad for you. And of course...of course you will want to ensure she is comfortable.” He sat back, realising belatedly that his friend had not spoken the words with the happiness that he might have expected, and of course, the realisation that he would be drawing the man away not only from his sweetheart, but now from this unborn babe settled over that brief euphoria. Achilleas looked steadily at the man across from him. He could not promise that they would come home, would not insult the Captain by offering such platitudes, but he felt moved to give what little reassurance he could.
“You are right of course, to consider the..possibility of you not always being here for Eurydice and the child. The wedding needs to happen, and I will have something drawn up to ensure that they are to be provided for, should aught go ill.”
It would not remove the sting of being forced to leave them behind, Achilleas knew, but perhaps it might dull some of the worry that would no doubt be plaguing his friend. He studied Krysto a moment longer before pressing his lips together and letting his gaze fall. There was no point in thinking about it, but it was difficult not to wish they had a little more time, that duty would not call them away so soon. But the Gods did not time their plans around the wants and desires of mortals, that much was clear enough after all that had transpired of late. Krysto would have to leave his wife and child, Achilleas himself would have to step away from a Kingdom he had only just inherited, leave Theodora a queen for only weeks before she was left without her king. And much as he loved his brother, Achilleas could not help but feel a little trepidation at the idea of leaving Emilios to rule in his stead. It needed to be a quick campaign. With Krysto at his side, he hoped they could ensure it was so, and when the man spoke up again and accepted the new position, Achilleas felt relieved at having at least one thing neatly squared away.
“Then it is settled. Much as I am loathe to part you from the Lions, I am selfish enough to do it. Not only for Egypt, but also to bring things in line here. The palace guards have seen a carousel of Kings, and I do not know them. If I am to leave my wife and cousins here whilst we are away I want to know they have trustworthy men guarding them. I would like you to oversee this as one of your first duties, Krysto”
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Watching what he could only judge to be Krysto’s discomfort as the man cleared his throat and rubbed his palms upon his thighs, the new King raised an eyebrow, the question clear upon his face. He was wondering what had given his friend pause and when Krysto began on an apology, Achilleas frowned.
Had he misjudged this? He had been confident that the Captain would see this for the opportunity that it was, and the notion that he had gotten that wrong was a little jarring. But then Krysto went on, and Achilleas’ frown shifted into a bemused expression. Why on earth his friend would want to bother himself with finding lodgings when Achilleas could just have someone do it for him was about to sail right over the Mikaelidas man’s head, were it not for the explanation the other offered. And that had the King cant his head to the side, pause as if to ensure he had heard right, before he held up a hand, and blinked.
“What? Eurydice is with child?” He leant forward a little toward his friend, waiting for some confirmation that he had not mistaken Krysto’s words, and then a brilliant smile spread over Achilleas’ face and he had risen and reached over to clap a hand on the Captain’s shoulder in congratulations.
“Those are joyous tidings, Krysto, and much welcomed in these days.I am glad for you. And of course...of course you will want to ensure she is comfortable.” He sat back, realising belatedly that his friend had not spoken the words with the happiness that he might have expected, and of course, the realisation that he would be drawing the man away not only from his sweetheart, but now from this unborn babe settled over that brief euphoria. Achilleas looked steadily at the man across from him. He could not promise that they would come home, would not insult the Captain by offering such platitudes, but he felt moved to give what little reassurance he could.
“You are right of course, to consider the..possibility of you not always being here for Eurydice and the child. The wedding needs to happen, and I will have something drawn up to ensure that they are to be provided for, should aught go ill.”
It would not remove the sting of being forced to leave them behind, Achilleas knew, but perhaps it might dull some of the worry that would no doubt be plaguing his friend. He studied Krysto a moment longer before pressing his lips together and letting his gaze fall. There was no point in thinking about it, but it was difficult not to wish they had a little more time, that duty would not call them away so soon. But the Gods did not time their plans around the wants and desires of mortals, that much was clear enough after all that had transpired of late. Krysto would have to leave his wife and child, Achilleas himself would have to step away from a Kingdom he had only just inherited, leave Theodora a queen for only weeks before she was left without her king. And much as he loved his brother, Achilleas could not help but feel a little trepidation at the idea of leaving Emilios to rule in his stead. It needed to be a quick campaign. With Krysto at his side, he hoped they could ensure it was so, and when the man spoke up again and accepted the new position, Achilleas felt relieved at having at least one thing neatly squared away.
“Then it is settled. Much as I am loathe to part you from the Lions, I am selfish enough to do it. Not only for Egypt, but also to bring things in line here. The palace guards have seen a carousel of Kings, and I do not know them. If I am to leave my wife and cousins here whilst we are away I want to know they have trustworthy men guarding them. I would like you to oversee this as one of your first duties, Krysto”
Watching what he could only judge to be Krysto’s discomfort as the man cleared his throat and rubbed his palms upon his thighs, the new King raised an eyebrow, the question clear upon his face. He was wondering what had given his friend pause and when Krysto began on an apology, Achilleas frowned.
Had he misjudged this? He had been confident that the Captain would see this for the opportunity that it was, and the notion that he had gotten that wrong was a little jarring. But then Krysto went on, and Achilleas’ frown shifted into a bemused expression. Why on earth his friend would want to bother himself with finding lodgings when Achilleas could just have someone do it for him was about to sail right over the Mikaelidas man’s head, were it not for the explanation the other offered. And that had the King cant his head to the side, pause as if to ensure he had heard right, before he held up a hand, and blinked.
“What? Eurydice is with child?” He leant forward a little toward his friend, waiting for some confirmation that he had not mistaken Krysto’s words, and then a brilliant smile spread over Achilleas’ face and he had risen and reached over to clap a hand on the Captain’s shoulder in congratulations.
“Those are joyous tidings, Krysto, and much welcomed in these days.I am glad for you. And of course...of course you will want to ensure she is comfortable.” He sat back, realising belatedly that his friend had not spoken the words with the happiness that he might have expected, and of course, the realisation that he would be drawing the man away not only from his sweetheart, but now from this unborn babe settled over that brief euphoria. Achilleas looked steadily at the man across from him. He could not promise that they would come home, would not insult the Captain by offering such platitudes, but he felt moved to give what little reassurance he could.
“You are right of course, to consider the..possibility of you not always being here for Eurydice and the child. The wedding needs to happen, and I will have something drawn up to ensure that they are to be provided for, should aught go ill.”
It would not remove the sting of being forced to leave them behind, Achilleas knew, but perhaps it might dull some of the worry that would no doubt be plaguing his friend. He studied Krysto a moment longer before pressing his lips together and letting his gaze fall. There was no point in thinking about it, but it was difficult not to wish they had a little more time, that duty would not call them away so soon. But the Gods did not time their plans around the wants and desires of mortals, that much was clear enough after all that had transpired of late. Krysto would have to leave his wife and child, Achilleas himself would have to step away from a Kingdom he had only just inherited, leave Theodora a queen for only weeks before she was left without her king. And much as he loved his brother, Achilleas could not help but feel a little trepidation at the idea of leaving Emilios to rule in his stead. It needed to be a quick campaign. With Krysto at his side, he hoped they could ensure it was so, and when the man spoke up again and accepted the new position, Achilleas felt relieved at having at least one thing neatly squared away.
“Then it is settled. Much as I am loathe to part you from the Lions, I am selfish enough to do it. Not only for Egypt, but also to bring things in line here. The palace guards have seen a carousel of Kings, and I do not know them. If I am to leave my wife and cousins here whilst we are away I want to know they have trustworthy men guarding them. I would like you to oversee this as one of your first duties, Krysto”
Krysto felt a mixture of various nerves and insecurities while Achilleas seemed to mull over what the Captain's words had meant. Yes, Eurydice was with child. Yes, Krysto was joyful for that fact, but the distance that would now separate them was what hurt the most in all of this. Krysto was not afraid of war. He was not afraid of blood or death or killing fields. He was most scared that he would be thought of poorly if he were not to ensure that his pregnant betrothed was properly taken care of in his absence. If Krysto were to die on the battlefield, then he needed to know that Dice was safe and warm and with warm food in her belly.
He seemed to relax when Achilleas reached out to touch him, letting out a very sharp breath. It was not often that Krysto showed any emotion at all, but he swiped sharply at his eyes. He let out another single deep breath before he properly composed himself. "She told me before I left for Vasiliadon. I have not... figured out how to break the news to her that I will be going to war, but... as in all things, I am assured that she will be as understanding as she has ever been." And that meant exceedingly patient, forever understanding of what was expected of him and what he expected of her.
The captain was glad to have found a lover who balanced him so completely.
"I thank you for your congratulations, but now you understand why this is something I should do on my own. As much as I am inclined to accept the offer of wedding Eurydice before we leave for Egypt, I fear the looming war would make the event much less happy than it should be. I refuse to leave the woman I have loved for eight short years with that black mark of impending war on her most favored day. And I assure you, Achilleas, she has been very adamant about the wedding being joyous rather than somber," Krysto actually chuckled, shaking his head. "She is all fire and I couldn't dare hope to tame it out of her."
There was nothing at all wrong with waiting anymore. As loathe as Krysto was to leave Dice alone, he wouldn't saddle her with a marriage that may never even begin. They shared a home, purchased by his own family and blessed by hers, but marriage was a binding contract and he wasn't going to subject her to something she might never properly experience. It would be far too cruel, and he would forever rest easier knowing he had something to look forward to when and if he returned to Taengea.
Achilleas then moved on to Krysto's new assignment and the Captain nodded slowly, thinking about it a moment. He had noted the way that guards did not seem sure of themselves. It made him uncomfortable as he had walked into this room. It had been one of the very first things he had noted about the Palati that morning. "I will admit, I noticed the lack of attentiveness of the guards when I entered the Palati just a few minutes ago. I am concerned for your safety, so I will work on that issue first and foremost. I want to ensure that every one of the guards is in top shape before we leave for the shore," he said calmly, "Do you have a manifest of what guards inhabit the grounds, or shall I draw one up?"
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Krysto felt a mixture of various nerves and insecurities while Achilleas seemed to mull over what the Captain's words had meant. Yes, Eurydice was with child. Yes, Krysto was joyful for that fact, but the distance that would now separate them was what hurt the most in all of this. Krysto was not afraid of war. He was not afraid of blood or death or killing fields. He was most scared that he would be thought of poorly if he were not to ensure that his pregnant betrothed was properly taken care of in his absence. If Krysto were to die on the battlefield, then he needed to know that Dice was safe and warm and with warm food in her belly.
He seemed to relax when Achilleas reached out to touch him, letting out a very sharp breath. It was not often that Krysto showed any emotion at all, but he swiped sharply at his eyes. He let out another single deep breath before he properly composed himself. "She told me before I left for Vasiliadon. I have not... figured out how to break the news to her that I will be going to war, but... as in all things, I am assured that she will be as understanding as she has ever been." And that meant exceedingly patient, forever understanding of what was expected of him and what he expected of her.
The captain was glad to have found a lover who balanced him so completely.
"I thank you for your congratulations, but now you understand why this is something I should do on my own. As much as I am inclined to accept the offer of wedding Eurydice before we leave for Egypt, I fear the looming war would make the event much less happy than it should be. I refuse to leave the woman I have loved for eight short years with that black mark of impending war on her most favored day. And I assure you, Achilleas, she has been very adamant about the wedding being joyous rather than somber," Krysto actually chuckled, shaking his head. "She is all fire and I couldn't dare hope to tame it out of her."
There was nothing at all wrong with waiting anymore. As loathe as Krysto was to leave Dice alone, he wouldn't saddle her with a marriage that may never even begin. They shared a home, purchased by his own family and blessed by hers, but marriage was a binding contract and he wasn't going to subject her to something she might never properly experience. It would be far too cruel, and he would forever rest easier knowing he had something to look forward to when and if he returned to Taengea.
Achilleas then moved on to Krysto's new assignment and the Captain nodded slowly, thinking about it a moment. He had noted the way that guards did not seem sure of themselves. It made him uncomfortable as he had walked into this room. It had been one of the very first things he had noted about the Palati that morning. "I will admit, I noticed the lack of attentiveness of the guards when I entered the Palati just a few minutes ago. I am concerned for your safety, so I will work on that issue first and foremost. I want to ensure that every one of the guards is in top shape before we leave for the shore," he said calmly, "Do you have a manifest of what guards inhabit the grounds, or shall I draw one up?"
Krysto felt a mixture of various nerves and insecurities while Achilleas seemed to mull over what the Captain's words had meant. Yes, Eurydice was with child. Yes, Krysto was joyful for that fact, but the distance that would now separate them was what hurt the most in all of this. Krysto was not afraid of war. He was not afraid of blood or death or killing fields. He was most scared that he would be thought of poorly if he were not to ensure that his pregnant betrothed was properly taken care of in his absence. If Krysto were to die on the battlefield, then he needed to know that Dice was safe and warm and with warm food in her belly.
He seemed to relax when Achilleas reached out to touch him, letting out a very sharp breath. It was not often that Krysto showed any emotion at all, but he swiped sharply at his eyes. He let out another single deep breath before he properly composed himself. "She told me before I left for Vasiliadon. I have not... figured out how to break the news to her that I will be going to war, but... as in all things, I am assured that she will be as understanding as she has ever been." And that meant exceedingly patient, forever understanding of what was expected of him and what he expected of her.
The captain was glad to have found a lover who balanced him so completely.
"I thank you for your congratulations, but now you understand why this is something I should do on my own. As much as I am inclined to accept the offer of wedding Eurydice before we leave for Egypt, I fear the looming war would make the event much less happy than it should be. I refuse to leave the woman I have loved for eight short years with that black mark of impending war on her most favored day. And I assure you, Achilleas, she has been very adamant about the wedding being joyous rather than somber," Krysto actually chuckled, shaking his head. "She is all fire and I couldn't dare hope to tame it out of her."
There was nothing at all wrong with waiting anymore. As loathe as Krysto was to leave Dice alone, he wouldn't saddle her with a marriage that may never even begin. They shared a home, purchased by his own family and blessed by hers, but marriage was a binding contract and he wasn't going to subject her to something she might never properly experience. It would be far too cruel, and he would forever rest easier knowing he had something to look forward to when and if he returned to Taengea.
Achilleas then moved on to Krysto's new assignment and the Captain nodded slowly, thinking about it a moment. He had noted the way that guards did not seem sure of themselves. It made him uncomfortable as he had walked into this room. It had been one of the very first things he had noted about the Palati that morning. "I will admit, I noticed the lack of attentiveness of the guards when I entered the Palati just a few minutes ago. I am concerned for your safety, so I will work on that issue first and foremost. I want to ensure that every one of the guards is in top shape before we leave for the shore," he said calmly, "Do you have a manifest of what guards inhabit the grounds, or shall I draw one up?"
The likelihood was that murmurs of war would be travelling through the kingdom, and that Krysto would not find Eurydice as unaware as perhaps he thought she might be. And the woman would have but little choice but to be understanding, just as countless others before her had been. The wife of a soldier must bear such partings. In truth, the King wondered how much his own wife realised about the demands of duty that would be placed upon her as well as he. Was it better to leave her in ignorant to the details? Or should he be briefing her as he would his brother? It gave him pause and Achilleas resolved that he would try and ascertain how much his queen wanted to know.
He did not understand his friend’s wish to delay the wedding. Surely he would be happier knowing that he left behind a wife who would be entitled to his soldier’s death remuneration should he die, rather than a nameless mother with no claim to anything? Achilleas made a note to speak to one of the clerks to see what could be done about that.
There was perhaps a brief tightening in the man’s expression when Krysto spoke of the desire to have a wedding that was joyful rather than sombre - too soon on the tail of his own, which had ended anything other than celebratory - but Achilleas tried to accept it as it was, the echoed wish of any bride to be, and not the insensitivity it might have been taken as. He made a valiant effort at a smile.
“Nor should you” he said, upon Krysto’s declaration that he did not wish to quell Eurydice’s spirit. “She is good for you. You should bring her to dinner when she comes to the city. It would do no harm to have her known to Theodora when we are gone.” He paused a moment as if considering and then spoke again, voice rising in inflection “If she would wish it I am sure we could find her a position at the palace that would not be too taxing?”
Little things, little things that he could do to absolve himself of the guilt of being the one to command men away from wives, sons from mothers. Achilleas could not offer such consideration to all, but where he could, he would do it, and Krysto had been his staunchest friend over the years and deserved nothing less.
Such loyalty was why he tasked him with the next, and Achilleas nodded, reassured that the Captain had already noted what he had, and he slid a scroll across the desk toward the man, tapped it with his forefinger.
“The current register. Manage it how you see fit, but please do it discreetly. I do not want ill favour born of men being reassigned and feeling slighted. If you have real doubts about any individuals then we can discuss it with Emilios. He will be here when we are not, after all.”
Vasiliadon would not be left undefended. In fact it was a small contingent that Achilleas’ planned to take to Egypt, but he felt the pressure of ensuring the safety of Theodora, of Xene and Gianna and his Aunt Elise. Those men that guarded the palace guarded Taengea’s finest jewels and should be ready to die for them. Achilleas trusted that Krysto would see it so. A thought occurred to him, and the king frowned a little.
“Ahh ...the Princess Xene, she employs her own guard. A man called Heron. She will not be parted from him I am certain, so do not try and repurpose him. And I would rest easier if you could appoint someone specifically to Theodora.”
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The likelihood was that murmurs of war would be travelling through the kingdom, and that Krysto would not find Eurydice as unaware as perhaps he thought she might be. And the woman would have but little choice but to be understanding, just as countless others before her had been. The wife of a soldier must bear such partings. In truth, the King wondered how much his own wife realised about the demands of duty that would be placed upon her as well as he. Was it better to leave her in ignorant to the details? Or should he be briefing her as he would his brother? It gave him pause and Achilleas resolved that he would try and ascertain how much his queen wanted to know.
He did not understand his friend’s wish to delay the wedding. Surely he would be happier knowing that he left behind a wife who would be entitled to his soldier’s death remuneration should he die, rather than a nameless mother with no claim to anything? Achilleas made a note to speak to one of the clerks to see what could be done about that.
There was perhaps a brief tightening in the man’s expression when Krysto spoke of the desire to have a wedding that was joyful rather than sombre - too soon on the tail of his own, which had ended anything other than celebratory - but Achilleas tried to accept it as it was, the echoed wish of any bride to be, and not the insensitivity it might have been taken as. He made a valiant effort at a smile.
“Nor should you” he said, upon Krysto’s declaration that he did not wish to quell Eurydice’s spirit. “She is good for you. You should bring her to dinner when she comes to the city. It would do no harm to have her known to Theodora when we are gone.” He paused a moment as if considering and then spoke again, voice rising in inflection “If she would wish it I am sure we could find her a position at the palace that would not be too taxing?”
Little things, little things that he could do to absolve himself of the guilt of being the one to command men away from wives, sons from mothers. Achilleas could not offer such consideration to all, but where he could, he would do it, and Krysto had been his staunchest friend over the years and deserved nothing less.
Such loyalty was why he tasked him with the next, and Achilleas nodded, reassured that the Captain had already noted what he had, and he slid a scroll across the desk toward the man, tapped it with his forefinger.
“The current register. Manage it how you see fit, but please do it discreetly. I do not want ill favour born of men being reassigned and feeling slighted. If you have real doubts about any individuals then we can discuss it with Emilios. He will be here when we are not, after all.”
Vasiliadon would not be left undefended. In fact it was a small contingent that Achilleas’ planned to take to Egypt, but he felt the pressure of ensuring the safety of Theodora, of Xene and Gianna and his Aunt Elise. Those men that guarded the palace guarded Taengea’s finest jewels and should be ready to die for them. Achilleas trusted that Krysto would see it so. A thought occurred to him, and the king frowned a little.
“Ahh ...the Princess Xene, she employs her own guard. A man called Heron. She will not be parted from him I am certain, so do not try and repurpose him. And I would rest easier if you could appoint someone specifically to Theodora.”
The likelihood was that murmurs of war would be travelling through the kingdom, and that Krysto would not find Eurydice as unaware as perhaps he thought she might be. And the woman would have but little choice but to be understanding, just as countless others before her had been. The wife of a soldier must bear such partings. In truth, the King wondered how much his own wife realised about the demands of duty that would be placed upon her as well as he. Was it better to leave her in ignorant to the details? Or should he be briefing her as he would his brother? It gave him pause and Achilleas resolved that he would try and ascertain how much his queen wanted to know.
He did not understand his friend’s wish to delay the wedding. Surely he would be happier knowing that he left behind a wife who would be entitled to his soldier’s death remuneration should he die, rather than a nameless mother with no claim to anything? Achilleas made a note to speak to one of the clerks to see what could be done about that.
There was perhaps a brief tightening in the man’s expression when Krysto spoke of the desire to have a wedding that was joyful rather than sombre - too soon on the tail of his own, which had ended anything other than celebratory - but Achilleas tried to accept it as it was, the echoed wish of any bride to be, and not the insensitivity it might have been taken as. He made a valiant effort at a smile.
“Nor should you” he said, upon Krysto’s declaration that he did not wish to quell Eurydice’s spirit. “She is good for you. You should bring her to dinner when she comes to the city. It would do no harm to have her known to Theodora when we are gone.” He paused a moment as if considering and then spoke again, voice rising in inflection “If she would wish it I am sure we could find her a position at the palace that would not be too taxing?”
Little things, little things that he could do to absolve himself of the guilt of being the one to command men away from wives, sons from mothers. Achilleas could not offer such consideration to all, but where he could, he would do it, and Krysto had been his staunchest friend over the years and deserved nothing less.
Such loyalty was why he tasked him with the next, and Achilleas nodded, reassured that the Captain had already noted what he had, and he slid a scroll across the desk toward the man, tapped it with his forefinger.
“The current register. Manage it how you see fit, but please do it discreetly. I do not want ill favour born of men being reassigned and feeling slighted. If you have real doubts about any individuals then we can discuss it with Emilios. He will be here when we are not, after all.”
Vasiliadon would not be left undefended. In fact it was a small contingent that Achilleas’ planned to take to Egypt, but he felt the pressure of ensuring the safety of Theodora, of Xene and Gianna and his Aunt Elise. Those men that guarded the palace guarded Taengea’s finest jewels and should be ready to die for them. Achilleas trusted that Krysto would see it so. A thought occurred to him, and the king frowned a little.
“Ahh ...the Princess Xene, she employs her own guard. A man called Heron. She will not be parted from him I am certain, so do not try and repurpose him. And I would rest easier if you could appoint someone specifically to Theodora.”
Krysto was not sure he wanted to move further on the Eurydice topic, but he did not along with silent affirmation. Rubbing his palms on his trousers, the man seemed rather deep in thought, knowing that he probably sounded like an ass toward his own best friend, but also knowing that he had every right to feel the way that he did. As a man who took his life experiences to heart, it felt more insensitive to have a wedding on the heels of Achilleas', especially when it had ended so utterly horribly.
Part of the man was still saddened that he and princess Xene had been unable to keep King Irakles alive. Though father and sons had never seemed very close, Krysto was well aware that Achilleas did care about his father and the fact that he had died. Who would Krysto be if he had interrupted a time of grief and preparation for war by getting married? It seemed... so inappropriate for the place and time that neither himself nor Dice would allow such a thing to happen.
Let Achilleas find the slightest bit of happiness in his marriage to Theo, who the man had been smitten with for so long. He deserved that much and Krysto would not deny it. Clearing his throat, the man lifted a careful eyebrow at his best friend. "I think she might like that," Krysto said slowly, "If she makes it into the city in time to attend a dinner, I don't think she would refuse," he smiled a little, "And I think she would appreciate the offer of work, though I will leave whether she would accept it or not to her and her alone."
That was all that Krysto really had to say on the topic, and he fell silent for the moment until Achilleas passed the register of the current Palati guards. Taking a moment to let his gaze wander down the list, the man made note of a few names that he was a little wary about simply from experience and then made a mental note to get the names of the guards he had come across when he had entered the Palati minutes before. The king mentioned being discrete, and Krysto lifted his gaze from the papyrus. "When have you ever known me to be reckless with sensitive information?" the man asked slowly, the slightest smirk of humor on his lips. "Wait, I don't think you should answer that. I still have an ego to preserve."
He had just passed Heron's name on the list and paused once more when Achilleas spoke. That seemed odd, but who was Krysto to question the princess' decisions. Sometimes the lords and ladies of nobility and royalty could become exceedingly protective and attached to their staff. Clearing his throat, "Would you like me to see if I can do some digging into this guard of the princess', or shall I leave that be?" he asked slowly, nodding a bit at the request to find Theodora a steady guard. "I will ensure that your wife has the best of the best. I have someone in mind already."
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Krysto was not sure he wanted to move further on the Eurydice topic, but he did not along with silent affirmation. Rubbing his palms on his trousers, the man seemed rather deep in thought, knowing that he probably sounded like an ass toward his own best friend, but also knowing that he had every right to feel the way that he did. As a man who took his life experiences to heart, it felt more insensitive to have a wedding on the heels of Achilleas', especially when it had ended so utterly horribly.
Part of the man was still saddened that he and princess Xene had been unable to keep King Irakles alive. Though father and sons had never seemed very close, Krysto was well aware that Achilleas did care about his father and the fact that he had died. Who would Krysto be if he had interrupted a time of grief and preparation for war by getting married? It seemed... so inappropriate for the place and time that neither himself nor Dice would allow such a thing to happen.
Let Achilleas find the slightest bit of happiness in his marriage to Theo, who the man had been smitten with for so long. He deserved that much and Krysto would not deny it. Clearing his throat, the man lifted a careful eyebrow at his best friend. "I think she might like that," Krysto said slowly, "If she makes it into the city in time to attend a dinner, I don't think she would refuse," he smiled a little, "And I think she would appreciate the offer of work, though I will leave whether she would accept it or not to her and her alone."
That was all that Krysto really had to say on the topic, and he fell silent for the moment until Achilleas passed the register of the current Palati guards. Taking a moment to let his gaze wander down the list, the man made note of a few names that he was a little wary about simply from experience and then made a mental note to get the names of the guards he had come across when he had entered the Palati minutes before. The king mentioned being discrete, and Krysto lifted his gaze from the papyrus. "When have you ever known me to be reckless with sensitive information?" the man asked slowly, the slightest smirk of humor on his lips. "Wait, I don't think you should answer that. I still have an ego to preserve."
He had just passed Heron's name on the list and paused once more when Achilleas spoke. That seemed odd, but who was Krysto to question the princess' decisions. Sometimes the lords and ladies of nobility and royalty could become exceedingly protective and attached to their staff. Clearing his throat, "Would you like me to see if I can do some digging into this guard of the princess', or shall I leave that be?" he asked slowly, nodding a bit at the request to find Theodora a steady guard. "I will ensure that your wife has the best of the best. I have someone in mind already."
Krysto was not sure he wanted to move further on the Eurydice topic, but he did not along with silent affirmation. Rubbing his palms on his trousers, the man seemed rather deep in thought, knowing that he probably sounded like an ass toward his own best friend, but also knowing that he had every right to feel the way that he did. As a man who took his life experiences to heart, it felt more insensitive to have a wedding on the heels of Achilleas', especially when it had ended so utterly horribly.
Part of the man was still saddened that he and princess Xene had been unable to keep King Irakles alive. Though father and sons had never seemed very close, Krysto was well aware that Achilleas did care about his father and the fact that he had died. Who would Krysto be if he had interrupted a time of grief and preparation for war by getting married? It seemed... so inappropriate for the place and time that neither himself nor Dice would allow such a thing to happen.
Let Achilleas find the slightest bit of happiness in his marriage to Theo, who the man had been smitten with for so long. He deserved that much and Krysto would not deny it. Clearing his throat, the man lifted a careful eyebrow at his best friend. "I think she might like that," Krysto said slowly, "If she makes it into the city in time to attend a dinner, I don't think she would refuse," he smiled a little, "And I think she would appreciate the offer of work, though I will leave whether she would accept it or not to her and her alone."
That was all that Krysto really had to say on the topic, and he fell silent for the moment until Achilleas passed the register of the current Palati guards. Taking a moment to let his gaze wander down the list, the man made note of a few names that he was a little wary about simply from experience and then made a mental note to get the names of the guards he had come across when he had entered the Palati minutes before. The king mentioned being discrete, and Krysto lifted his gaze from the papyrus. "When have you ever known me to be reckless with sensitive information?" the man asked slowly, the slightest smirk of humor on his lips. "Wait, I don't think you should answer that. I still have an ego to preserve."
He had just passed Heron's name on the list and paused once more when Achilleas spoke. That seemed odd, but who was Krysto to question the princess' decisions. Sometimes the lords and ladies of nobility and royalty could become exceedingly protective and attached to their staff. Clearing his throat, "Would you like me to see if I can do some digging into this guard of the princess', or shall I leave that be?" he asked slowly, nodding a bit at the request to find Theodora a steady guard. "I will ensure that your wife has the best of the best. I have someone in mind already."
Achilleas nodded, scribbled down a note to himself to speak to Theodora about a dinner and also perhaps a position of some sorts for Eurydice. “Then we will see it done. I am certain it will be a more enjoyable dinner than many I have sat through of late. And if Eurydice should choose not to take a position then I hope at least we can introduce her and Theodora”.
Honestly, he would feel better the more trusted people he could surround his wife with in his absence, particularly as support from her own family seemed so scant with Lady Evelli, Lady Selene, Lady Nana and of course Olympia far away in Colchis. He was acutely aware that she had been thrust into the role of Queen just as abruptly as he had found himself King, and he’d probably been better prepared. Nevermind the fact that he and Krysto had been friends so long it would only make things easier if there could be some cordial relationship between their respective partners.
Indeed, the man before him had been his closest friend since he was little more than a boy, despite their disparate backgrounds. And over the years, Krysto had earned that trust that Achilleas bestowed so rarely upon people. He did not make friends easily- found it easier to keep a courteous distance and he had hardly needed an excuse to do so. His tendency to take his work so seriously meant that free time was not a concept the man understood, and so he did not have to lie to avoid frivolous social engagements.
Beyond Stephanos, Krysto and his brother, there were no others that Achilleas would give the name friend to. Not now they had lost Zacharias. He had been reasonably close to his cousin , seeing the older man as something of a role model, and it had been a loss that he had felt keenly.
And if the years had lent no further wisdom, it was that the man before him could hardly be termed reckless. Achilleas lifted a single brow and smiled faintly at Krysto. Whatever his friend said, there was no question of the man’s trustworthiness in his eyes, nor would there ever be. “An ego? Surely not my friend?” he said lightly, drawing some of the papers that covered the surface of the desk together and stacking them neatly to the side. When Krysto mentioned Heron, and the idea of doing some digging into where the man had come from, the King paused in his motions and glanced at his friend. He could not deny that it was a tempting proposition, because he had been a little disconcerted about the soldier’s sudden appearance in Xene’s company. But he was equally aware of how prickly his cousin had been when he had questioned her on the subject, and for a moment he was going to say no. But then he remembered Stephanos’ request that he look out for his sisters, and if it was not fulfilling that wish to examine more closely this guard who had so bewitched the Princess Xene then he didnt know what was. “Very well, find out what you can. But Krysto, do not let the Princess get wind of it because it will not be worth the squawking I will have to put up with. Nor the cold shoulder afterwards.Please.” Though if Xene were to find out, Achilleas supposed he would just have to confess that herbrother had specifically asked him to protect her. Which might make her angrier still…
There was no such debate around his request for Krysto to find someone worthy to guard his wife, and the King nodded. “I confess it will bring me no small amount of peace of mind to know she is well protected” Achilleas said. And indeed it would make it easier for him to focus on what he needed to focus on, on Egypt.
“Whatever you need in your undertakings Krysto, you need only ask. I know it is no small thing I have tasked you with, and you have the use of whomever you need to get things done as quickly as is required. Let me know if you run in to any problems?”
He rested a steady gaze upon his friend, wanting to express how glad he was to have the man at his side. There would need to be some attention paid to the wider Palati staff too, but that would have to wait. For now the new King would have to be content with those guards who surrounded his family, and those that the Captain before him would lead beside him in the war to come.
Achilleas cleared his throat “Then I believe our business is concluded, and I shall not keep you any longer, Captain of the King’s Guard.” With a job of such import set in his hands and little time in which to do it, Achilleas could only think that Krysto would want to get started. He smiled briefly, and stood to cross around the desk, this time pulling his friend into an embrace that was more fitting of their long acquaintance. “I thank the Gods I have you to depend upon, Krysto, and I truly am so happy to hear your good fortune. Later, we will drink to it properly, but for now at least, go send word of the news to Eurydice?”
He released the man then to go about what he needed to do. And once Krysto had departed, Achilleas sat back down at the desk, feeling a least a little easier about things to come.
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Achilleas nodded, scribbled down a note to himself to speak to Theodora about a dinner and also perhaps a position of some sorts for Eurydice. “Then we will see it done. I am certain it will be a more enjoyable dinner than many I have sat through of late. And if Eurydice should choose not to take a position then I hope at least we can introduce her and Theodora”.
Honestly, he would feel better the more trusted people he could surround his wife with in his absence, particularly as support from her own family seemed so scant with Lady Evelli, Lady Selene, Lady Nana and of course Olympia far away in Colchis. He was acutely aware that she had been thrust into the role of Queen just as abruptly as he had found himself King, and he’d probably been better prepared. Nevermind the fact that he and Krysto had been friends so long it would only make things easier if there could be some cordial relationship between their respective partners.
Indeed, the man before him had been his closest friend since he was little more than a boy, despite their disparate backgrounds. And over the years, Krysto had earned that trust that Achilleas bestowed so rarely upon people. He did not make friends easily- found it easier to keep a courteous distance and he had hardly needed an excuse to do so. His tendency to take his work so seriously meant that free time was not a concept the man understood, and so he did not have to lie to avoid frivolous social engagements.
Beyond Stephanos, Krysto and his brother, there were no others that Achilleas would give the name friend to. Not now they had lost Zacharias. He had been reasonably close to his cousin , seeing the older man as something of a role model, and it had been a loss that he had felt keenly.
And if the years had lent no further wisdom, it was that the man before him could hardly be termed reckless. Achilleas lifted a single brow and smiled faintly at Krysto. Whatever his friend said, there was no question of the man’s trustworthiness in his eyes, nor would there ever be. “An ego? Surely not my friend?” he said lightly, drawing some of the papers that covered the surface of the desk together and stacking them neatly to the side. When Krysto mentioned Heron, and the idea of doing some digging into where the man had come from, the King paused in his motions and glanced at his friend. He could not deny that it was a tempting proposition, because he had been a little disconcerted about the soldier’s sudden appearance in Xene’s company. But he was equally aware of how prickly his cousin had been when he had questioned her on the subject, and for a moment he was going to say no. But then he remembered Stephanos’ request that he look out for his sisters, and if it was not fulfilling that wish to examine more closely this guard who had so bewitched the Princess Xene then he didnt know what was. “Very well, find out what you can. But Krysto, do not let the Princess get wind of it because it will not be worth the squawking I will have to put up with. Nor the cold shoulder afterwards.Please.” Though if Xene were to find out, Achilleas supposed he would just have to confess that herbrother had specifically asked him to protect her. Which might make her angrier still…
There was no such debate around his request for Krysto to find someone worthy to guard his wife, and the King nodded. “I confess it will bring me no small amount of peace of mind to know she is well protected” Achilleas said. And indeed it would make it easier for him to focus on what he needed to focus on, on Egypt.
“Whatever you need in your undertakings Krysto, you need only ask. I know it is no small thing I have tasked you with, and you have the use of whomever you need to get things done as quickly as is required. Let me know if you run in to any problems?”
He rested a steady gaze upon his friend, wanting to express how glad he was to have the man at his side. There would need to be some attention paid to the wider Palati staff too, but that would have to wait. For now the new King would have to be content with those guards who surrounded his family, and those that the Captain before him would lead beside him in the war to come.
Achilleas cleared his throat “Then I believe our business is concluded, and I shall not keep you any longer, Captain of the King’s Guard.” With a job of such import set in his hands and little time in which to do it, Achilleas could only think that Krysto would want to get started. He smiled briefly, and stood to cross around the desk, this time pulling his friend into an embrace that was more fitting of their long acquaintance. “I thank the Gods I have you to depend upon, Krysto, and I truly am so happy to hear your good fortune. Later, we will drink to it properly, but for now at least, go send word of the news to Eurydice?”
He released the man then to go about what he needed to do. And once Krysto had departed, Achilleas sat back down at the desk, feeling a least a little easier about things to come.
Achilleas nodded, scribbled down a note to himself to speak to Theodora about a dinner and also perhaps a position of some sorts for Eurydice. “Then we will see it done. I am certain it will be a more enjoyable dinner than many I have sat through of late. And if Eurydice should choose not to take a position then I hope at least we can introduce her and Theodora”.
Honestly, he would feel better the more trusted people he could surround his wife with in his absence, particularly as support from her own family seemed so scant with Lady Evelli, Lady Selene, Lady Nana and of course Olympia far away in Colchis. He was acutely aware that she had been thrust into the role of Queen just as abruptly as he had found himself King, and he’d probably been better prepared. Nevermind the fact that he and Krysto had been friends so long it would only make things easier if there could be some cordial relationship between their respective partners.
Indeed, the man before him had been his closest friend since he was little more than a boy, despite their disparate backgrounds. And over the years, Krysto had earned that trust that Achilleas bestowed so rarely upon people. He did not make friends easily- found it easier to keep a courteous distance and he had hardly needed an excuse to do so. His tendency to take his work so seriously meant that free time was not a concept the man understood, and so he did not have to lie to avoid frivolous social engagements.
Beyond Stephanos, Krysto and his brother, there were no others that Achilleas would give the name friend to. Not now they had lost Zacharias. He had been reasonably close to his cousin , seeing the older man as something of a role model, and it had been a loss that he had felt keenly.
And if the years had lent no further wisdom, it was that the man before him could hardly be termed reckless. Achilleas lifted a single brow and smiled faintly at Krysto. Whatever his friend said, there was no question of the man’s trustworthiness in his eyes, nor would there ever be. “An ego? Surely not my friend?” he said lightly, drawing some of the papers that covered the surface of the desk together and stacking them neatly to the side. When Krysto mentioned Heron, and the idea of doing some digging into where the man had come from, the King paused in his motions and glanced at his friend. He could not deny that it was a tempting proposition, because he had been a little disconcerted about the soldier’s sudden appearance in Xene’s company. But he was equally aware of how prickly his cousin had been when he had questioned her on the subject, and for a moment he was going to say no. But then he remembered Stephanos’ request that he look out for his sisters, and if it was not fulfilling that wish to examine more closely this guard who had so bewitched the Princess Xene then he didnt know what was. “Very well, find out what you can. But Krysto, do not let the Princess get wind of it because it will not be worth the squawking I will have to put up with. Nor the cold shoulder afterwards.Please.” Though if Xene were to find out, Achilleas supposed he would just have to confess that herbrother had specifically asked him to protect her. Which might make her angrier still…
There was no such debate around his request for Krysto to find someone worthy to guard his wife, and the King nodded. “I confess it will bring me no small amount of peace of mind to know she is well protected” Achilleas said. And indeed it would make it easier for him to focus on what he needed to focus on, on Egypt.
“Whatever you need in your undertakings Krysto, you need only ask. I know it is no small thing I have tasked you with, and you have the use of whomever you need to get things done as quickly as is required. Let me know if you run in to any problems?”
He rested a steady gaze upon his friend, wanting to express how glad he was to have the man at his side. There would need to be some attention paid to the wider Palati staff too, but that would have to wait. For now the new King would have to be content with those guards who surrounded his family, and those that the Captain before him would lead beside him in the war to come.
Achilleas cleared his throat “Then I believe our business is concluded, and I shall not keep you any longer, Captain of the King’s Guard.” With a job of such import set in his hands and little time in which to do it, Achilleas could only think that Krysto would want to get started. He smiled briefly, and stood to cross around the desk, this time pulling his friend into an embrace that was more fitting of their long acquaintance. “I thank the Gods I have you to depend upon, Krysto, and I truly am so happy to hear your good fortune. Later, we will drink to it properly, but for now at least, go send word of the news to Eurydice?”
He released the man then to go about what he needed to do. And once Krysto had departed, Achilleas sat back down at the desk, feeling a least a little easier about things to come.