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With the land of Colchis still reeling over their shifting and re-shifting of monarchies, the leaders of both being the victims of threats upon their life and the turmoil that had been caused by the House of Thanasi... it was understandable that the Kotas family had yet to truly sit and reunite with their patriarch or with each other since several of them had returned from Taengea.
With a populace to look after and a death threat to investigate - not to mention a rekindling of his connection with his Queen - King Tython had been a poltergeist within the Kotas manor. A presence that everyone was fully aware of at all times, like a benevolent but powerful shadow in the halls, yet one that was rarely seem in his corporeal presence.
Then there was Zanon and his own familial issues surrounding Evras, the Thanasi and the attempt upon Vangelis' life that he had been set in charge of investigating. Such tasks, along with the basic administration of the kingdom that had been mostly returned to his schedule of duties, had the father of one - possibly two in the near future - run ragged from dawn until dusk.
Even Vangelis' younger brothers, often busy with their own responsibilities but never too harried to create chaotic nuisances of themselves around the manor whenever in the capitol, had rescinded their bedlam ways and antagonistic teasing for the stoic carrying out of the obligations placed upon their heads. Silas had recently been promoted to that of Captain and was coming to terms with all that that new rank entailed. And Yiannis had been closeted away for long hours at a time with their father, his assignment for investigating the king's so-called murder at sea now becoming a joint project with the victim himself.
The running of the Kotas household - now more complex with the additional security put into place since the meet at the Dikastirio - remained with the Queen but with Evras' health difficulties and connection to the Thanasi, it had fallen to Athanasia to lend aid as her mother's second in such matters.
As for Vangelis himself... Military meetings regarding an on-coming war with Egypt, correspondences with informants to the north and in Taengea, not to mention the hosting of the runaway king and his family, recovering from a poisoning, breaking a war horse and finally confirming an agreement of marriage between himself and Selene... had all taken their time.
Whilst all of Kotas name respected their epitaph that blood was considered the most important in their hearts above all else, the Kotas knew that duty came first. And they had all sought to ensure that that was the case over the last few weeks.
Yet they had also all burned with a curiosity over their father's suddenly return from the dead. And tonight, they were due to have their answers.
The Queen had ordered a familial dinner. One that would include the King, his wife and all of their children. Vangelis had also taken the opportunity to invite Selene and encouraged her to bring along all those who were a part of her family here in Colchis: Olympia, Stephanos, Evelli and Nana. For, Vangelis saw no reason to hold two events such as this so that he might inform his parents that Selene had agreed to his offer of marriage and that he had sent notices to both her father and her uncle to secure the required permissions for such an eventuality. Efficient as he was, Vangelis would use the family dinner that eve to hear the truth behind his father's past and tell his family that of his own future... With Selene by his side.
After dressing for an informal gathering with those he cared for, in his loose shirt and pants combination that was so decidedly unregal he had grown to like it, Vangelis wore his staple effects of necklace, wristband and signet rings but no further jewellery such as his crown. With his hair tied back in a small knot at the back of his head, his only compromise to his usual attire for a family dinner was the fact that he left his weapons in his chambers. In fact, he wore only a dagger in each boot and felt decidedly naked with such limited steel upon his person.
Regardless, he gave his family such trust and left his chambers before head to greet his future wife and her family in her own suite, where he had promised to collect and escort her to the Kotas dining hall and the feast that would reveal so much to so many...
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With the land of Colchis still reeling over their shifting and re-shifting of monarchies, the leaders of both being the victims of threats upon their life and the turmoil that had been caused by the House of Thanasi... it was understandable that the Kotas family had yet to truly sit and reunite with their patriarch or with each other since several of them had returned from Taengea.
With a populace to look after and a death threat to investigate - not to mention a rekindling of his connection with his Queen - King Tython had been a poltergeist within the Kotas manor. A presence that everyone was fully aware of at all times, like a benevolent but powerful shadow in the halls, yet one that was rarely seem in his corporeal presence.
Then there was Zanon and his own familial issues surrounding Evras, the Thanasi and the attempt upon Vangelis' life that he had been set in charge of investigating. Such tasks, along with the basic administration of the kingdom that had been mostly returned to his schedule of duties, had the father of one - possibly two in the near future - run ragged from dawn until dusk.
Even Vangelis' younger brothers, often busy with their own responsibilities but never too harried to create chaotic nuisances of themselves around the manor whenever in the capitol, had rescinded their bedlam ways and antagonistic teasing for the stoic carrying out of the obligations placed upon their heads. Silas had recently been promoted to that of Captain and was coming to terms with all that that new rank entailed. And Yiannis had been closeted away for long hours at a time with their father, his assignment for investigating the king's so-called murder at sea now becoming a joint project with the victim himself.
The running of the Kotas household - now more complex with the additional security put into place since the meet at the Dikastirio - remained with the Queen but with Evras' health difficulties and connection to the Thanasi, it had fallen to Athanasia to lend aid as her mother's second in such matters.
As for Vangelis himself... Military meetings regarding an on-coming war with Egypt, correspondences with informants to the north and in Taengea, not to mention the hosting of the runaway king and his family, recovering from a poisoning, breaking a war horse and finally confirming an agreement of marriage between himself and Selene... had all taken their time.
Whilst all of Kotas name respected their epitaph that blood was considered the most important in their hearts above all else, the Kotas knew that duty came first. And they had all sought to ensure that that was the case over the last few weeks.
Yet they had also all burned with a curiosity over their father's suddenly return from the dead. And tonight, they were due to have their answers.
The Queen had ordered a familial dinner. One that would include the King, his wife and all of their children. Vangelis had also taken the opportunity to invite Selene and encouraged her to bring along all those who were a part of her family here in Colchis: Olympia, Stephanos, Evelli and Nana. For, Vangelis saw no reason to hold two events such as this so that he might inform his parents that Selene had agreed to his offer of marriage and that he had sent notices to both her father and her uncle to secure the required permissions for such an eventuality. Efficient as he was, Vangelis would use the family dinner that eve to hear the truth behind his father's past and tell his family that of his own future... With Selene by his side.
After dressing for an informal gathering with those he cared for, in his loose shirt and pants combination that was so decidedly unregal he had grown to like it, Vangelis wore his staple effects of necklace, wristband and signet rings but no further jewellery such as his crown. With his hair tied back in a small knot at the back of his head, his only compromise to his usual attire for a family dinner was the fact that he left his weapons in his chambers. In fact, he wore only a dagger in each boot and felt decidedly naked with such limited steel upon his person.
Regardless, he gave his family such trust and left his chambers before head to greet his future wife and her family in her own suite, where he had promised to collect and escort her to the Kotas dining hall and the feast that would reveal so much to so many...
With the land of Colchis still reeling over their shifting and re-shifting of monarchies, the leaders of both being the victims of threats upon their life and the turmoil that had been caused by the House of Thanasi... it was understandable that the Kotas family had yet to truly sit and reunite with their patriarch or with each other since several of them had returned from Taengea.
With a populace to look after and a death threat to investigate - not to mention a rekindling of his connection with his Queen - King Tython had been a poltergeist within the Kotas manor. A presence that everyone was fully aware of at all times, like a benevolent but powerful shadow in the halls, yet one that was rarely seem in his corporeal presence.
Then there was Zanon and his own familial issues surrounding Evras, the Thanasi and the attempt upon Vangelis' life that he had been set in charge of investigating. Such tasks, along with the basic administration of the kingdom that had been mostly returned to his schedule of duties, had the father of one - possibly two in the near future - run ragged from dawn until dusk.
Even Vangelis' younger brothers, often busy with their own responsibilities but never too harried to create chaotic nuisances of themselves around the manor whenever in the capitol, had rescinded their bedlam ways and antagonistic teasing for the stoic carrying out of the obligations placed upon their heads. Silas had recently been promoted to that of Captain and was coming to terms with all that that new rank entailed. And Yiannis had been closeted away for long hours at a time with their father, his assignment for investigating the king's so-called murder at sea now becoming a joint project with the victim himself.
The running of the Kotas household - now more complex with the additional security put into place since the meet at the Dikastirio - remained with the Queen but with Evras' health difficulties and connection to the Thanasi, it had fallen to Athanasia to lend aid as her mother's second in such matters.
As for Vangelis himself... Military meetings regarding an on-coming war with Egypt, correspondences with informants to the north and in Taengea, not to mention the hosting of the runaway king and his family, recovering from a poisoning, breaking a war horse and finally confirming an agreement of marriage between himself and Selene... had all taken their time.
Whilst all of Kotas name respected their epitaph that blood was considered the most important in their hearts above all else, the Kotas knew that duty came first. And they had all sought to ensure that that was the case over the last few weeks.
Yet they had also all burned with a curiosity over their father's suddenly return from the dead. And tonight, they were due to have their answers.
The Queen had ordered a familial dinner. One that would include the King, his wife and all of their children. Vangelis had also taken the opportunity to invite Selene and encouraged her to bring along all those who were a part of her family here in Colchis: Olympia, Stephanos, Evelli and Nana. For, Vangelis saw no reason to hold two events such as this so that he might inform his parents that Selene had agreed to his offer of marriage and that he had sent notices to both her father and her uncle to secure the required permissions for such an eventuality. Efficient as he was, Vangelis would use the family dinner that eve to hear the truth behind his father's past and tell his family that of his own future... With Selene by his side.
After dressing for an informal gathering with those he cared for, in his loose shirt and pants combination that was so decidedly unregal he had grown to like it, Vangelis wore his staple effects of necklace, wristband and signet rings but no further jewellery such as his crown. With his hair tied back in a small knot at the back of his head, his only compromise to his usual attire for a family dinner was the fact that he left his weapons in his chambers. In fact, he wore only a dagger in each boot and felt decidedly naked with such limited steel upon his person.
Regardless, he gave his family such trust and left his chambers before head to greet his future wife and her family in her own suite, where he had promised to collect and escort her to the Kotas dining hall and the feast that would reveal so much to so many...
While the ruling family had been busy with the preparation for war, the Leventis were dealing with drama of their own.
Selene had kept the news to herself, save for the matriarch of their family. She wanted to tell them herself, knowing exactly what it meant for the family. With her engaged, the rest of the Leventi clan would be able to fully settle. The focus could shift from her to the others, and she would be able to fulfill her duty while no longer being the center of attention. With two younger sisters already married, it was a bit embarrassing with her own single status. But that was remedied, and soon her marriage would elevate the Leventi’s even further. After all, who else could say they had as many queens on the thrones?
But she was not sure how Pia would take the news. The death of King Irakles brought the realization that Achilleas was now King, which meant that Theodora was Queen. A spot that Pia had once held, and that Selene could not deny belonged to the middle sister. And perhaps if the threat of war didn't linger so boldly, Stephanos may have been able to return to claim his crown from his cousin. But the realm needed stability, and that would not come with another shift in the crown. War would need to be won, then the ruler could be sorted out.
But the wound was deep, and Olympia’s own depression may not have viewed Selene's own happiness with favor. Selene wanted to believe that her sister would be happy for her, since this was a throne that would have fallen to another lady regardless. But she had seen her sister's shift, seen the numbness. And there was no way for her to know exactly what her reaction would be.
Nana had made it very clear that she was not interested in anything Selene had to say. The younger girl would turn at the mere sight of her sister, blaming her for mistaking the identity of the young lord for one of the princes of Kotas, the elder girl hadn't a chance to even figure out there had been confusion in the first place. And she was certain that Nana would not take the news well.
It was hard to feel so utterly alone in her joy, but she tried not to focus on it.
She was glad it would be out in the open now, and she would be able to celebrate her good fortune and happiness.
Vangelis had stressed that it would be a more informal dinner, so she shook her head as Jo tried to pull out one of her more formal dresses. The jeweled tones were too much, she decided. She paused at the rich mahogany toned dress, reaching out to touch the soft material. The color was almost that of the Kotas family shield, so dark and rich in its tones. There was no stitch work, but the braided belt of black leather would have made quite the statement as to the purpose for the meal. Sighing, she pushed it aside in favor of a less formal day dress of pale blue hues. Modest and flattering, her eyes complimented with its color. The belt was braided leather of a warm brown, matching her usual cuff perfectly. Her hair was coiled into loose ringlets, preferring the look to the braided updo that had been suggested earlier.
She was lacing up her sandals at the knock on the door, and Selene breezed quickly into the sitting room, where her family had gathered. The last thing she wanted was for Nana to open the door, so she was quick to it, opening it to reveal the Prince.
She was glad she had chosen the softer looking dress.
“Good evening, Vangelis.” She dipped into the smallest of curtsies, more for his own pleasure than out of need. They had yet to really see each other since the proposal, and she was anxious for word. And yet, with her family so close, she was hesitant to say much of anything. Pulling the door to limit the view of those within, she let her lip sync between her teeth, ”Any word?”
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While the ruling family had been busy with the preparation for war, the Leventis were dealing with drama of their own.
Selene had kept the news to herself, save for the matriarch of their family. She wanted to tell them herself, knowing exactly what it meant for the family. With her engaged, the rest of the Leventi clan would be able to fully settle. The focus could shift from her to the others, and she would be able to fulfill her duty while no longer being the center of attention. With two younger sisters already married, it was a bit embarrassing with her own single status. But that was remedied, and soon her marriage would elevate the Leventi’s even further. After all, who else could say they had as many queens on the thrones?
But she was not sure how Pia would take the news. The death of King Irakles brought the realization that Achilleas was now King, which meant that Theodora was Queen. A spot that Pia had once held, and that Selene could not deny belonged to the middle sister. And perhaps if the threat of war didn't linger so boldly, Stephanos may have been able to return to claim his crown from his cousin. But the realm needed stability, and that would not come with another shift in the crown. War would need to be won, then the ruler could be sorted out.
But the wound was deep, and Olympia’s own depression may not have viewed Selene's own happiness with favor. Selene wanted to believe that her sister would be happy for her, since this was a throne that would have fallen to another lady regardless. But she had seen her sister's shift, seen the numbness. And there was no way for her to know exactly what her reaction would be.
Nana had made it very clear that she was not interested in anything Selene had to say. The younger girl would turn at the mere sight of her sister, blaming her for mistaking the identity of the young lord for one of the princes of Kotas, the elder girl hadn't a chance to even figure out there had been confusion in the first place. And she was certain that Nana would not take the news well.
It was hard to feel so utterly alone in her joy, but she tried not to focus on it.
She was glad it would be out in the open now, and she would be able to celebrate her good fortune and happiness.
Vangelis had stressed that it would be a more informal dinner, so she shook her head as Jo tried to pull out one of her more formal dresses. The jeweled tones were too much, she decided. She paused at the rich mahogany toned dress, reaching out to touch the soft material. The color was almost that of the Kotas family shield, so dark and rich in its tones. There was no stitch work, but the braided belt of black leather would have made quite the statement as to the purpose for the meal. Sighing, she pushed it aside in favor of a less formal day dress of pale blue hues. Modest and flattering, her eyes complimented with its color. The belt was braided leather of a warm brown, matching her usual cuff perfectly. Her hair was coiled into loose ringlets, preferring the look to the braided updo that had been suggested earlier.
She was lacing up her sandals at the knock on the door, and Selene breezed quickly into the sitting room, where her family had gathered. The last thing she wanted was for Nana to open the door, so she was quick to it, opening it to reveal the Prince.
She was glad she had chosen the softer looking dress.
“Good evening, Vangelis.” She dipped into the smallest of curtsies, more for his own pleasure than out of need. They had yet to really see each other since the proposal, and she was anxious for word. And yet, with her family so close, she was hesitant to say much of anything. Pulling the door to limit the view of those within, she let her lip sync between her teeth, ”Any word?”
While the ruling family had been busy with the preparation for war, the Leventis were dealing with drama of their own.
Selene had kept the news to herself, save for the matriarch of their family. She wanted to tell them herself, knowing exactly what it meant for the family. With her engaged, the rest of the Leventi clan would be able to fully settle. The focus could shift from her to the others, and she would be able to fulfill her duty while no longer being the center of attention. With two younger sisters already married, it was a bit embarrassing with her own single status. But that was remedied, and soon her marriage would elevate the Leventi’s even further. After all, who else could say they had as many queens on the thrones?
But she was not sure how Pia would take the news. The death of King Irakles brought the realization that Achilleas was now King, which meant that Theodora was Queen. A spot that Pia had once held, and that Selene could not deny belonged to the middle sister. And perhaps if the threat of war didn't linger so boldly, Stephanos may have been able to return to claim his crown from his cousin. But the realm needed stability, and that would not come with another shift in the crown. War would need to be won, then the ruler could be sorted out.
But the wound was deep, and Olympia’s own depression may not have viewed Selene's own happiness with favor. Selene wanted to believe that her sister would be happy for her, since this was a throne that would have fallen to another lady regardless. But she had seen her sister's shift, seen the numbness. And there was no way for her to know exactly what her reaction would be.
Nana had made it very clear that she was not interested in anything Selene had to say. The younger girl would turn at the mere sight of her sister, blaming her for mistaking the identity of the young lord for one of the princes of Kotas, the elder girl hadn't a chance to even figure out there had been confusion in the first place. And she was certain that Nana would not take the news well.
It was hard to feel so utterly alone in her joy, but she tried not to focus on it.
She was glad it would be out in the open now, and she would be able to celebrate her good fortune and happiness.
Vangelis had stressed that it would be a more informal dinner, so she shook her head as Jo tried to pull out one of her more formal dresses. The jeweled tones were too much, she decided. She paused at the rich mahogany toned dress, reaching out to touch the soft material. The color was almost that of the Kotas family shield, so dark and rich in its tones. There was no stitch work, but the braided belt of black leather would have made quite the statement as to the purpose for the meal. Sighing, she pushed it aside in favor of a less formal day dress of pale blue hues. Modest and flattering, her eyes complimented with its color. The belt was braided leather of a warm brown, matching her usual cuff perfectly. Her hair was coiled into loose ringlets, preferring the look to the braided updo that had been suggested earlier.
She was lacing up her sandals at the knock on the door, and Selene breezed quickly into the sitting room, where her family had gathered. The last thing she wanted was for Nana to open the door, so she was quick to it, opening it to reveal the Prince.
She was glad she had chosen the softer looking dress.
“Good evening, Vangelis.” She dipped into the smallest of curtsies, more for his own pleasure than out of need. They had yet to really see each other since the proposal, and she was anxious for word. And yet, with her family so close, she was hesitant to say much of anything. Pulling the door to limit the view of those within, she let her lip sync between her teeth, ”Any word?”
Moving through his home was, despite his many months away from it on and off since he became a man, as natural to Vangelis as the extension of his own limbs. He had run these corridors as a boy without sandals, the worn roughness of the rock and then wooden floors searing their memory into the soles of his feet. He had run his fingers along the walls as he had gone - again, some carved from the rock itself and others constructed in the open space such carving provided - impressing his fingerprints on the way.
This home reminded him on the integrity and stubbornness of his family's lineage. And he wondered if the house itself had seeped into their souls and marked them with the same tenacity as they grew. A home carved from rock where, if all was realistic and true, there should have never been a space about to be hospitable. The Kotas long ago had literally carved their right to be here and now refused to budge.
With a sense of pride in his chest that he often felt walking the well-known halls of his family's home, Vangelis arrived at the guest suite of Selene, where, from the noise of voices and movements within, he assumed her family to have already been summoned and present.
When the door was opened to his presence, Vangelis felt his features soften in a way that was fairly unfamiliar to him. Wondering if the final confirmation of their status now as betrothed (pending Fotios of Leventi's approval) had cemented her in his mind now as a romantic partner over a friend, Vangelis felt a certainty in him when he looked at Selene now. A warmth that had always been hinted at upon the edges of his mind, that now filled his chest when seeing her. Whilst entirely different in essence, it held a similar tone to the feeling he had when looking upon Dion or his mother. A feeling of familiarity and security. One that he suspected would slowly grow to be one of family.
Dressed in a gown of light blue, Vangelis' eyes trailed her appearance with open appreciation in a way that he intended to be complimentary over leering.
She greeted him with a curtsey that, until their official announcement of engagement, was necessary in public but not alone - confirming his suspicions of there being someone inside. The fact that she drew the door closed so that he wasn't viewable to those inside was further clarity. Though it stung in a place he hadn't known he held that she appeared to be hiding him from her family - or perhaps it was vice versa.
"Good evening." Vangelis greeted back in return. Followed by a slight shake of his head, knowing what it was that she asked. "I sent a missive to each your uncle and father last week. Even as the bird flies it will be several more days before I am likely to receive a response." His gaze was firm as he spoke openly regarding the Leventi intentions, holding no fear in tarring the family with ambitions of escalation. "I think that your uncle's aspirations, however, are well known enough that I might be secure in his answer." His half smile was deprecating towards the Head of the Leventi House more than it was a judgement on her; as if he were sharing a joke with her that they shared together. It was clear from his casual remarks that he held no fear of Selene harbouring similar selfish goals.
His gaze darted to over Selene's shoulder, down the gap in the door through which he could see nothing, despite being able to hear the noise of women beyond.
"Do you need more time to prepare for dinner?" He asked her, not usually a man of great patience but aware that women operated differently and it would do him no good in his future union to complain about it...
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Moving through his home was, despite his many months away from it on and off since he became a man, as natural to Vangelis as the extension of his own limbs. He had run these corridors as a boy without sandals, the worn roughness of the rock and then wooden floors searing their memory into the soles of his feet. He had run his fingers along the walls as he had gone - again, some carved from the rock itself and others constructed in the open space such carving provided - impressing his fingerprints on the way.
This home reminded him on the integrity and stubbornness of his family's lineage. And he wondered if the house itself had seeped into their souls and marked them with the same tenacity as they grew. A home carved from rock where, if all was realistic and true, there should have never been a space about to be hospitable. The Kotas long ago had literally carved their right to be here and now refused to budge.
With a sense of pride in his chest that he often felt walking the well-known halls of his family's home, Vangelis arrived at the guest suite of Selene, where, from the noise of voices and movements within, he assumed her family to have already been summoned and present.
When the door was opened to his presence, Vangelis felt his features soften in a way that was fairly unfamiliar to him. Wondering if the final confirmation of their status now as betrothed (pending Fotios of Leventi's approval) had cemented her in his mind now as a romantic partner over a friend, Vangelis felt a certainty in him when he looked at Selene now. A warmth that had always been hinted at upon the edges of his mind, that now filled his chest when seeing her. Whilst entirely different in essence, it held a similar tone to the feeling he had when looking upon Dion or his mother. A feeling of familiarity and security. One that he suspected would slowly grow to be one of family.
Dressed in a gown of light blue, Vangelis' eyes trailed her appearance with open appreciation in a way that he intended to be complimentary over leering.
She greeted him with a curtsey that, until their official announcement of engagement, was necessary in public but not alone - confirming his suspicions of there being someone inside. The fact that she drew the door closed so that he wasn't viewable to those inside was further clarity. Though it stung in a place he hadn't known he held that she appeared to be hiding him from her family - or perhaps it was vice versa.
"Good evening." Vangelis greeted back in return. Followed by a slight shake of his head, knowing what it was that she asked. "I sent a missive to each your uncle and father last week. Even as the bird flies it will be several more days before I am likely to receive a response." His gaze was firm as he spoke openly regarding the Leventi intentions, holding no fear in tarring the family with ambitions of escalation. "I think that your uncle's aspirations, however, are well known enough that I might be secure in his answer." His half smile was deprecating towards the Head of the Leventi House more than it was a judgement on her; as if he were sharing a joke with her that they shared together. It was clear from his casual remarks that he held no fear of Selene harbouring similar selfish goals.
His gaze darted to over Selene's shoulder, down the gap in the door through which he could see nothing, despite being able to hear the noise of women beyond.
"Do you need more time to prepare for dinner?" He asked her, not usually a man of great patience but aware that women operated differently and it would do him no good in his future union to complain about it...
Moving through his home was, despite his many months away from it on and off since he became a man, as natural to Vangelis as the extension of his own limbs. He had run these corridors as a boy without sandals, the worn roughness of the rock and then wooden floors searing their memory into the soles of his feet. He had run his fingers along the walls as he had gone - again, some carved from the rock itself and others constructed in the open space such carving provided - impressing his fingerprints on the way.
This home reminded him on the integrity and stubbornness of his family's lineage. And he wondered if the house itself had seeped into their souls and marked them with the same tenacity as they grew. A home carved from rock where, if all was realistic and true, there should have never been a space about to be hospitable. The Kotas long ago had literally carved their right to be here and now refused to budge.
With a sense of pride in his chest that he often felt walking the well-known halls of his family's home, Vangelis arrived at the guest suite of Selene, where, from the noise of voices and movements within, he assumed her family to have already been summoned and present.
When the door was opened to his presence, Vangelis felt his features soften in a way that was fairly unfamiliar to him. Wondering if the final confirmation of their status now as betrothed (pending Fotios of Leventi's approval) had cemented her in his mind now as a romantic partner over a friend, Vangelis felt a certainty in him when he looked at Selene now. A warmth that had always been hinted at upon the edges of his mind, that now filled his chest when seeing her. Whilst entirely different in essence, it held a similar tone to the feeling he had when looking upon Dion or his mother. A feeling of familiarity and security. One that he suspected would slowly grow to be one of family.
Dressed in a gown of light blue, Vangelis' eyes trailed her appearance with open appreciation in a way that he intended to be complimentary over leering.
She greeted him with a curtsey that, until their official announcement of engagement, was necessary in public but not alone - confirming his suspicions of there being someone inside. The fact that she drew the door closed so that he wasn't viewable to those inside was further clarity. Though it stung in a place he hadn't known he held that she appeared to be hiding him from her family - or perhaps it was vice versa.
"Good evening." Vangelis greeted back in return. Followed by a slight shake of his head, knowing what it was that she asked. "I sent a missive to each your uncle and father last week. Even as the bird flies it will be several more days before I am likely to receive a response." His gaze was firm as he spoke openly regarding the Leventi intentions, holding no fear in tarring the family with ambitions of escalation. "I think that your uncle's aspirations, however, are well known enough that I might be secure in his answer." His half smile was deprecating towards the Head of the Leventi House more than it was a judgement on her; as if he were sharing a joke with her that they shared together. It was clear from his casual remarks that he held no fear of Selene harbouring similar selfish goals.
His gaze darted to over Selene's shoulder, down the gap in the door through which he could see nothing, despite being able to hear the noise of women beyond.
"Do you need more time to prepare for dinner?" He asked her, not usually a man of great patience but aware that women operated differently and it would do him no good in his future union to complain about it...
Selene’s fear of how Olympia would take the news was well justified. Pia would not have taken it well - preemptively wasn’t taking it well. When the summons came for them to join a large party of people in the Kotas dining hall, it was easy enough to guess the reason. Selene was transparent enough in her wish to curry favor with Vangelis and knowing of her as he did, when she’d switched sights from one Crown Prince to another, Stephanos held felt it was mercenary enough in the beginning, but that there might be real feelings there now. On Vangelis’s side? Who knew. Stephanos hadn’t given a lot of thought to Vangelis’s personal feelings on anything. Olympia, sensing something large was happening, had begged not to have to go to the feast.
Stephanos, of course, did not have the wonderful excuse that Pia did, of just having birthed a baby. If his wife didn’t want to go anywhere, the name Tisiphone was enough to get her out of it. Not feeling like he could refuse anything Vangelis asked of him, Stephanos sat in the hall, somehow wedged between one of the Kotas clan and his mother in law, Lady Evelli. He’d been doing his level best since she’d arrived not to be in her presence but, the Fates, as always, were not with him.
Other than “Good evening”, he’d attempted to say as little as possible. Evelli was probably the one woman in the entire world that he couldn’t charm...though he hadn’t exactly tried. Already feeling like it was a lost cause, Stephanos hadn’t given a single thought to wanting to charm her since the wedding. Other than that, he’d made it his life’s business to avoid her- what with his mistress and Pia throwing things at his head. He figured there was very little his mother in law didn’t know. That meant that if he could just get through this dinner without her knifing him in the heart, it could reasonably be called a success. Stephanos took several long swallows from his wine glass and set it down carefully. Enough of these and he wouldn’t hear Evelli anyway.
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Selene’s fear of how Olympia would take the news was well justified. Pia would not have taken it well - preemptively wasn’t taking it well. When the summons came for them to join a large party of people in the Kotas dining hall, it was easy enough to guess the reason. Selene was transparent enough in her wish to curry favor with Vangelis and knowing of her as he did, when she’d switched sights from one Crown Prince to another, Stephanos held felt it was mercenary enough in the beginning, but that there might be real feelings there now. On Vangelis’s side? Who knew. Stephanos hadn’t given a lot of thought to Vangelis’s personal feelings on anything. Olympia, sensing something large was happening, had begged not to have to go to the feast.
Stephanos, of course, did not have the wonderful excuse that Pia did, of just having birthed a baby. If his wife didn’t want to go anywhere, the name Tisiphone was enough to get her out of it. Not feeling like he could refuse anything Vangelis asked of him, Stephanos sat in the hall, somehow wedged between one of the Kotas clan and his mother in law, Lady Evelli. He’d been doing his level best since she’d arrived not to be in her presence but, the Fates, as always, were not with him.
Other than “Good evening”, he’d attempted to say as little as possible. Evelli was probably the one woman in the entire world that he couldn’t charm...though he hadn’t exactly tried. Already feeling like it was a lost cause, Stephanos hadn’t given a single thought to wanting to charm her since the wedding. Other than that, he’d made it his life’s business to avoid her- what with his mistress and Pia throwing things at his head. He figured there was very little his mother in law didn’t know. That meant that if he could just get through this dinner without her knifing him in the heart, it could reasonably be called a success. Stephanos took several long swallows from his wine glass and set it down carefully. Enough of these and he wouldn’t hear Evelli anyway.
Selene’s fear of how Olympia would take the news was well justified. Pia would not have taken it well - preemptively wasn’t taking it well. When the summons came for them to join a large party of people in the Kotas dining hall, it was easy enough to guess the reason. Selene was transparent enough in her wish to curry favor with Vangelis and knowing of her as he did, when she’d switched sights from one Crown Prince to another, Stephanos held felt it was mercenary enough in the beginning, but that there might be real feelings there now. On Vangelis’s side? Who knew. Stephanos hadn’t given a lot of thought to Vangelis’s personal feelings on anything. Olympia, sensing something large was happening, had begged not to have to go to the feast.
Stephanos, of course, did not have the wonderful excuse that Pia did, of just having birthed a baby. If his wife didn’t want to go anywhere, the name Tisiphone was enough to get her out of it. Not feeling like he could refuse anything Vangelis asked of him, Stephanos sat in the hall, somehow wedged between one of the Kotas clan and his mother in law, Lady Evelli. He’d been doing his level best since she’d arrived not to be in her presence but, the Fates, as always, were not with him.
Other than “Good evening”, he’d attempted to say as little as possible. Evelli was probably the one woman in the entire world that he couldn’t charm...though he hadn’t exactly tried. Already feeling like it was a lost cause, Stephanos hadn’t given a single thought to wanting to charm her since the wedding. Other than that, he’d made it his life’s business to avoid her- what with his mistress and Pia throwing things at his head. He figured there was very little his mother in law didn’t know. That meant that if he could just get through this dinner without her knifing him in the heart, it could reasonably be called a success. Stephanos took several long swallows from his wine glass and set it down carefully. Enough of these and he wouldn’t hear Evelli anyway.
The news had come the dead of the night, and while Evelli had wanted to be overjoyed for her eldest daughter with the news (for make no mistake, she was. It was almost a King for Gods sakes!), she had also been dead tired and falling asleep when Selene had entered the Leventi manor that midnight to tell her, and had almost immediately fallen asleep back again when the blonde had left. It took quite awhile in the morning before Evelli awoke with a start as she remembered what had happened, and took another block of time for her to reconfirm that it was in fact,not a dream she had whilst sleeping.
While she had wanted to tell the news to Olympia and Stephanos, her third daughter's condition after giving birth had prevented Evelli from doing so. She had visited her granddaughter a fair few times after that disastrous feast where the supposed dead King Tython had come back to life, but judging from the brief conversation's she's had with Olympia, the girl was in no position to receive such news, especially not when Olympia was just as ambitious as Evelli was, and had been a hair's breadth away from the position of Queen.
Only to have her sister sit in that exact same position now.
So Evelli had held her tongue, and had informed no one, not even the other daughter in her companionship, not when Nana seemed to be off lately. Evelli had begun to notice her younger offspring's odd behavior, but seeing as she would be returning to Taengea shortly, the matriarch had not saw a need in informing her husband of Nana's behavior via pigeon, and instead made a note to speak to the girl before tomorrow ended.
Dressed in a simple chiton of a pale lavender color, the woman adjusted the straps to loosen the outfit (for her body felt so lethargic, the cloth seemed almost constricting), and then chinched it around her waist with a white brocade which was weaved with silver threads. The Leventi jewel sat in a ring Evelli had wore since her marriage, and the brunette locks was left freely around her shoulders. Silver sandals accompanied her outfit for the evening, as she took to the carriage that would bring herself and Nana to the Kotas manor, where they were both quickly whisked to the sitting room where just as the maids brought in the wine for them, Selene breezed in and opened the door for Vangelis himself.
Evelli raised a brow when Vangelis entered, even as she heard him having sent a missive to her husband and brother-in-law. While she wondered what Georgios's reaction would be, Evelli doubted he would release his hold on Selene so easily, not when the blonde had always been the apple of his eye. Her suspicions were only further raised when Selene closed the door- Evelli had never trained her daughter's to be secretive over anything, for Mama had always had their best interests.
Not willing to allow Selene's reputation be besmirched further by being alone with a man she was supposedly engaged to, Evelli quickly stood up and motioned at Nana to come along, before opening the door (even if there was resistance) to smile politely at the crown prince. In the smile however, there was a hint of a warning as she looped her hand through Selene's, and tugged at the blonde's. "I'm assuming dinner is soon? Do lead the way, Selene. Mama doesn't quite know the layout of this archontiko yet." Evelli said in a pleasant tone, and kept up said tone the whole way to the dining hall, where she was eventually sat down along with the other guests after she had greeted the King and the Queen of Colchis.
The arrival of Stephanos however, distracted the lady from eyeing the rest of the arrivals, as she sized up Stephanos with a side-eyed glance. The man she had entrusted the protection of her third daughter to, who she had trusted to make her queen... had so majestically failed, Evelli would not have batted an eyelash at this point had he chose to throw himself off the cliff. His greeting was met with a long, cold silence before Evelli asked him in a frigid tone, "Where is Olympia?"
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The news had come the dead of the night, and while Evelli had wanted to be overjoyed for her eldest daughter with the news (for make no mistake, she was. It was almost a King for Gods sakes!), she had also been dead tired and falling asleep when Selene had entered the Leventi manor that midnight to tell her, and had almost immediately fallen asleep back again when the blonde had left. It took quite awhile in the morning before Evelli awoke with a start as she remembered what had happened, and took another block of time for her to reconfirm that it was in fact,not a dream she had whilst sleeping.
While she had wanted to tell the news to Olympia and Stephanos, her third daughter's condition after giving birth had prevented Evelli from doing so. She had visited her granddaughter a fair few times after that disastrous feast where the supposed dead King Tython had come back to life, but judging from the brief conversation's she's had with Olympia, the girl was in no position to receive such news, especially not when Olympia was just as ambitious as Evelli was, and had been a hair's breadth away from the position of Queen.
Only to have her sister sit in that exact same position now.
So Evelli had held her tongue, and had informed no one, not even the other daughter in her companionship, not when Nana seemed to be off lately. Evelli had begun to notice her younger offspring's odd behavior, but seeing as she would be returning to Taengea shortly, the matriarch had not saw a need in informing her husband of Nana's behavior via pigeon, and instead made a note to speak to the girl before tomorrow ended.
Dressed in a simple chiton of a pale lavender color, the woman adjusted the straps to loosen the outfit (for her body felt so lethargic, the cloth seemed almost constricting), and then chinched it around her waist with a white brocade which was weaved with silver threads. The Leventi jewel sat in a ring Evelli had wore since her marriage, and the brunette locks was left freely around her shoulders. Silver sandals accompanied her outfit for the evening, as she took to the carriage that would bring herself and Nana to the Kotas manor, where they were both quickly whisked to the sitting room where just as the maids brought in the wine for them, Selene breezed in and opened the door for Vangelis himself.
Evelli raised a brow when Vangelis entered, even as she heard him having sent a missive to her husband and brother-in-law. While she wondered what Georgios's reaction would be, Evelli doubted he would release his hold on Selene so easily, not when the blonde had always been the apple of his eye. Her suspicions were only further raised when Selene closed the door- Evelli had never trained her daughter's to be secretive over anything, for Mama had always had their best interests.
Not willing to allow Selene's reputation be besmirched further by being alone with a man she was supposedly engaged to, Evelli quickly stood up and motioned at Nana to come along, before opening the door (even if there was resistance) to smile politely at the crown prince. In the smile however, there was a hint of a warning as she looped her hand through Selene's, and tugged at the blonde's. "I'm assuming dinner is soon? Do lead the way, Selene. Mama doesn't quite know the layout of this archontiko yet." Evelli said in a pleasant tone, and kept up said tone the whole way to the dining hall, where she was eventually sat down along with the other guests after she had greeted the King and the Queen of Colchis.
The arrival of Stephanos however, distracted the lady from eyeing the rest of the arrivals, as she sized up Stephanos with a side-eyed glance. The man she had entrusted the protection of her third daughter to, who she had trusted to make her queen... had so majestically failed, Evelli would not have batted an eyelash at this point had he chose to throw himself off the cliff. His greeting was met with a long, cold silence before Evelli asked him in a frigid tone, "Where is Olympia?"
The news had come the dead of the night, and while Evelli had wanted to be overjoyed for her eldest daughter with the news (for make no mistake, she was. It was almost a King for Gods sakes!), she had also been dead tired and falling asleep when Selene had entered the Leventi manor that midnight to tell her, and had almost immediately fallen asleep back again when the blonde had left. It took quite awhile in the morning before Evelli awoke with a start as she remembered what had happened, and took another block of time for her to reconfirm that it was in fact,not a dream she had whilst sleeping.
While she had wanted to tell the news to Olympia and Stephanos, her third daughter's condition after giving birth had prevented Evelli from doing so. She had visited her granddaughter a fair few times after that disastrous feast where the supposed dead King Tython had come back to life, but judging from the brief conversation's she's had with Olympia, the girl was in no position to receive such news, especially not when Olympia was just as ambitious as Evelli was, and had been a hair's breadth away from the position of Queen.
Only to have her sister sit in that exact same position now.
So Evelli had held her tongue, and had informed no one, not even the other daughter in her companionship, not when Nana seemed to be off lately. Evelli had begun to notice her younger offspring's odd behavior, but seeing as she would be returning to Taengea shortly, the matriarch had not saw a need in informing her husband of Nana's behavior via pigeon, and instead made a note to speak to the girl before tomorrow ended.
Dressed in a simple chiton of a pale lavender color, the woman adjusted the straps to loosen the outfit (for her body felt so lethargic, the cloth seemed almost constricting), and then chinched it around her waist with a white brocade which was weaved with silver threads. The Leventi jewel sat in a ring Evelli had wore since her marriage, and the brunette locks was left freely around her shoulders. Silver sandals accompanied her outfit for the evening, as she took to the carriage that would bring herself and Nana to the Kotas manor, where they were both quickly whisked to the sitting room where just as the maids brought in the wine for them, Selene breezed in and opened the door for Vangelis himself.
Evelli raised a brow when Vangelis entered, even as she heard him having sent a missive to her husband and brother-in-law. While she wondered what Georgios's reaction would be, Evelli doubted he would release his hold on Selene so easily, not when the blonde had always been the apple of his eye. Her suspicions were only further raised when Selene closed the door- Evelli had never trained her daughter's to be secretive over anything, for Mama had always had their best interests.
Not willing to allow Selene's reputation be besmirched further by being alone with a man she was supposedly engaged to, Evelli quickly stood up and motioned at Nana to come along, before opening the door (even if there was resistance) to smile politely at the crown prince. In the smile however, there was a hint of a warning as she looped her hand through Selene's, and tugged at the blonde's. "I'm assuming dinner is soon? Do lead the way, Selene. Mama doesn't quite know the layout of this archontiko yet." Evelli said in a pleasant tone, and kept up said tone the whole way to the dining hall, where she was eventually sat down along with the other guests after she had greeted the King and the Queen of Colchis.
The arrival of Stephanos however, distracted the lady from eyeing the rest of the arrivals, as she sized up Stephanos with a side-eyed glance. The man she had entrusted the protection of her third daughter to, who she had trusted to make her queen... had so majestically failed, Evelli would not have batted an eyelash at this point had he chose to throw himself off the cliff. His greeting was met with a long, cold silence before Evelli asked him in a frigid tone, "Where is Olympia?"
Athanasia had been spending a lot of time helping her mother manage the household since Evras was either unwilling or unable to do it anymore. Supposedly she was ill, but the princess wondered if she was afraid that she would receive an icy reception because her father had almost killed the King. Perhaps that was what had made her ill. Athanasia doubted she would have fared better in the same situation, but she would have at least confronted it head on, the way she handled everything life threw in her way.
Her sister-in-law's absence didn't change the young princess' high opinion of her, and she doubted that the rest of the Kotas family would blame her for he father's actions either. However, Athanasia had been told to stay away from anyone who bore the name Thanasi, so obviously the animosity between the two houses ran even higher than before. She had not obeyed that command, sneaking away in the dead of night to meet Lord Mihail, but her parents would never find out about that. She enjoyed his company and he was even more skilled with a bow than she was. What was wrong with going hunting with somebody who shared her interests?
As for her new duties, she had inwardly balked at first, just as she had when the Queen had ordered to help Evras with that ill-fated banquet. She had less freedom than she usually had during the day, which she generally spent in a plethora of outdoor activities. Managing a household took mental strength rather than physical strength and Athanasia had discovered that she took pleasure in coming up with solutions to the problems that inevitably arose with so many servants and slaves to direct. They had quite a few guests now too, and their needs and requirements also needed to be taken into account.
All in all, it was a pleasant experience and she savored every moment spent with her mother. Hopefully, she was proving her worth as a princess at last. One could be a tomboy and still manage a household. The one regret she had was that she hardly ever saw her father or her siblings. All of them had their own work to do. Athanasia desperately longed for a private conversation with Tython so that she could show him how she had changed. Never would she roll her eyes again when he showered her with affection. She would try her best to be the daughter he had always wanted her to be. Almost losing him had made her wish for a second chance. And now she had it.
Her mother had finally released her to go up to her room and get ready for the dinner. As it would only be family, she didn't have to dress up. The chiton she chose was of bright amethyst silk, liberally embroidered and banded in gold. All of her jewelry … the fibulae at her shoulders, the necklace around her neck, her earrings, armbands, and the tiara upon her head were made of gold filigree studded with amethysts. Her long auburn-gold hair flowed down her back in a cascade of gentle curls while pretty ringlets framed her face.
She wasn't late but nor was she early and she smiled at those already gathered as she walked into the room.
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Athanasia had been spending a lot of time helping her mother manage the household since Evras was either unwilling or unable to do it anymore. Supposedly she was ill, but the princess wondered if she was afraid that she would receive an icy reception because her father had almost killed the King. Perhaps that was what had made her ill. Athanasia doubted she would have fared better in the same situation, but she would have at least confronted it head on, the way she handled everything life threw in her way.
Her sister-in-law's absence didn't change the young princess' high opinion of her, and she doubted that the rest of the Kotas family would blame her for he father's actions either. However, Athanasia had been told to stay away from anyone who bore the name Thanasi, so obviously the animosity between the two houses ran even higher than before. She had not obeyed that command, sneaking away in the dead of night to meet Lord Mihail, but her parents would never find out about that. She enjoyed his company and he was even more skilled with a bow than she was. What was wrong with going hunting with somebody who shared her interests?
As for her new duties, she had inwardly balked at first, just as she had when the Queen had ordered to help Evras with that ill-fated banquet. She had less freedom than she usually had during the day, which she generally spent in a plethora of outdoor activities. Managing a household took mental strength rather than physical strength and Athanasia had discovered that she took pleasure in coming up with solutions to the problems that inevitably arose with so many servants and slaves to direct. They had quite a few guests now too, and their needs and requirements also needed to be taken into account.
All in all, it was a pleasant experience and she savored every moment spent with her mother. Hopefully, she was proving her worth as a princess at last. One could be a tomboy and still manage a household. The one regret she had was that she hardly ever saw her father or her siblings. All of them had their own work to do. Athanasia desperately longed for a private conversation with Tython so that she could show him how she had changed. Never would she roll her eyes again when he showered her with affection. She would try her best to be the daughter he had always wanted her to be. Almost losing him had made her wish for a second chance. And now she had it.
Her mother had finally released her to go up to her room and get ready for the dinner. As it would only be family, she didn't have to dress up. The chiton she chose was of bright amethyst silk, liberally embroidered and banded in gold. All of her jewelry … the fibulae at her shoulders, the necklace around her neck, her earrings, armbands, and the tiara upon her head were made of gold filigree studded with amethysts. Her long auburn-gold hair flowed down her back in a cascade of gentle curls while pretty ringlets framed her face.
She wasn't late but nor was she early and she smiled at those already gathered as she walked into the room.
Athanasia had been spending a lot of time helping her mother manage the household since Evras was either unwilling or unable to do it anymore. Supposedly she was ill, but the princess wondered if she was afraid that she would receive an icy reception because her father had almost killed the King. Perhaps that was what had made her ill. Athanasia doubted she would have fared better in the same situation, but she would have at least confronted it head on, the way she handled everything life threw in her way.
Her sister-in-law's absence didn't change the young princess' high opinion of her, and she doubted that the rest of the Kotas family would blame her for he father's actions either. However, Athanasia had been told to stay away from anyone who bore the name Thanasi, so obviously the animosity between the two houses ran even higher than before. She had not obeyed that command, sneaking away in the dead of night to meet Lord Mihail, but her parents would never find out about that. She enjoyed his company and he was even more skilled with a bow than she was. What was wrong with going hunting with somebody who shared her interests?
As for her new duties, she had inwardly balked at first, just as she had when the Queen had ordered to help Evras with that ill-fated banquet. She had less freedom than she usually had during the day, which she generally spent in a plethora of outdoor activities. Managing a household took mental strength rather than physical strength and Athanasia had discovered that she took pleasure in coming up with solutions to the problems that inevitably arose with so many servants and slaves to direct. They had quite a few guests now too, and their needs and requirements also needed to be taken into account.
All in all, it was a pleasant experience and she savored every moment spent with her mother. Hopefully, she was proving her worth as a princess at last. One could be a tomboy and still manage a household. The one regret she had was that she hardly ever saw her father or her siblings. All of them had their own work to do. Athanasia desperately longed for a private conversation with Tython so that she could show him how she had changed. Never would she roll her eyes again when he showered her with affection. She would try her best to be the daughter he had always wanted her to be. Almost losing him had made her wish for a second chance. And now she had it.
Her mother had finally released her to go up to her room and get ready for the dinner. As it would only be family, she didn't have to dress up. The chiton she chose was of bright amethyst silk, liberally embroidered and banded in gold. All of her jewelry … the fibulae at her shoulders, the necklace around her neck, her earrings, armbands, and the tiara upon her head were made of gold filigree studded with amethysts. Her long auburn-gold hair flowed down her back in a cascade of gentle curls while pretty ringlets framed her face.
She wasn't late but nor was she early and she smiled at those already gathered as she walked into the room.
Tython always spent the first few nights after a long campaign with his queen. Whether it was quiet conversation, a parlor game, or a warming of the bed, the presence of Yanni was something that he had found calmed his warring spirit to a kindling fire rather than a roaring inferno. There was a cathartic feeling that came with being allowed such time to find his center again. The King never spoke of it, but Yanni had long been a center of his being that he could not and would not escape. Rooted to her presence and drawn to it in the same way he was drawn back to his Kingdom, Tython would never consider him a prisoner. A willing participant.
And while his nights had been filled with his wife, his days had been filled with surveying his city and leading the investigation into the threat on both his life and his son's. Amidst it all, the King constantly and consistently avoided any and all question of what had happened to them on the last campaign. Frankly, he did not want to repeat himself time and time again, having absolutely no patience for saying anything more than once. At least not this time. Even when Yiannis pushed for more information, Tython would not yield it despite his son's insistence that he was working on the investigation.
Tython would not yield what had happened on his last stint with the military until his family was all settled at the dinner table. There would be no use repeating it because he was sure that he was only going to say it once, ensuring that his family and their guests all had the same story and did not hear it in bits and pieces with parts missing or changed. Gossip would not bring safety and knowledge to his people, and that meant that Tython had to start with honesty and tell his story from the beginning.
Having gone back up to his room when he had returned from his meeting with Yiannis, Tython was quick to both bathe and dress in something more comfortable and relaxed. Years in the public eye had left him more relaxed with his appearance as he had grown older. He had long proved himself to his people, thus he took more relaxed liberties with his behavior. Attending dinner in more relaxed attire was one of those small things that he did mostly for his own comfort and as a show of faith toward the guests he had returned to find in his home.
King Tython was not sure what to make of the former King Stephanos of Taengea, but it was mostly curiosity and the silent friendship between his son and the man that left Tython's hands tied on the matter. He found himself questioning things more and more with the news that Stephanos' uncle, Irakles, had taken the throne and then promptly... died, leaving a new King on the throne of Taengea while Stephanos of Mikaelidas sat in his dining room.
Stepping into the sizable room, entirely alone for he was sure that his wife was still readying herself for dinner, King Tython did not pause to take in the room. His gaze flit about it in quick glances, the same way that he would assess a battlefield. This was no battlefield, but there had been too many ill omens as of late for Tython to leave the fight on the killing fields. As he passed his daughter, his hand ghosted the spot between Athanasia's shoulder blades, aiming to guide her to her seat without saying much of a word to anyone. His stormy blue gaze was warm as he pulled the chair out for his daughter and waited until he was seated before he moved to the head of the table.
Out of sheer respect for Yanni, he would not seat himself without her presence, knowing that she woulds soon follow him down. Glancing to Stephanos and Lady Evelli, he took another look about the room to see who had shown. Stephanos seemed shut up and Tython silently considered the other ladies in the room before he spoke. "Are your accommodations to your liking, Stephanos?" he asked calmly, one large hand resting on the back of Tython's own chair. The man's patience was unending and he would stand here as long as it took for the others to join them. "Is there anything that you are needing that has not already been provided?"
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Tython always spent the first few nights after a long campaign with his queen. Whether it was quiet conversation, a parlor game, or a warming of the bed, the presence of Yanni was something that he had found calmed his warring spirit to a kindling fire rather than a roaring inferno. There was a cathartic feeling that came with being allowed such time to find his center again. The King never spoke of it, but Yanni had long been a center of his being that he could not and would not escape. Rooted to her presence and drawn to it in the same way he was drawn back to his Kingdom, Tython would never consider him a prisoner. A willing participant.
And while his nights had been filled with his wife, his days had been filled with surveying his city and leading the investigation into the threat on both his life and his son's. Amidst it all, the King constantly and consistently avoided any and all question of what had happened to them on the last campaign. Frankly, he did not want to repeat himself time and time again, having absolutely no patience for saying anything more than once. At least not this time. Even when Yiannis pushed for more information, Tython would not yield it despite his son's insistence that he was working on the investigation.
Tython would not yield what had happened on his last stint with the military until his family was all settled at the dinner table. There would be no use repeating it because he was sure that he was only going to say it once, ensuring that his family and their guests all had the same story and did not hear it in bits and pieces with parts missing or changed. Gossip would not bring safety and knowledge to his people, and that meant that Tython had to start with honesty and tell his story from the beginning.
Having gone back up to his room when he had returned from his meeting with Yiannis, Tython was quick to both bathe and dress in something more comfortable and relaxed. Years in the public eye had left him more relaxed with his appearance as he had grown older. He had long proved himself to his people, thus he took more relaxed liberties with his behavior. Attending dinner in more relaxed attire was one of those small things that he did mostly for his own comfort and as a show of faith toward the guests he had returned to find in his home.
King Tython was not sure what to make of the former King Stephanos of Taengea, but it was mostly curiosity and the silent friendship between his son and the man that left Tython's hands tied on the matter. He found himself questioning things more and more with the news that Stephanos' uncle, Irakles, had taken the throne and then promptly... died, leaving a new King on the throne of Taengea while Stephanos of Mikaelidas sat in his dining room.
Stepping into the sizable room, entirely alone for he was sure that his wife was still readying herself for dinner, King Tython did not pause to take in the room. His gaze flit about it in quick glances, the same way that he would assess a battlefield. This was no battlefield, but there had been too many ill omens as of late for Tython to leave the fight on the killing fields. As he passed his daughter, his hand ghosted the spot between Athanasia's shoulder blades, aiming to guide her to her seat without saying much of a word to anyone. His stormy blue gaze was warm as he pulled the chair out for his daughter and waited until he was seated before he moved to the head of the table.
Out of sheer respect for Yanni, he would not seat himself without her presence, knowing that she woulds soon follow him down. Glancing to Stephanos and Lady Evelli, he took another look about the room to see who had shown. Stephanos seemed shut up and Tython silently considered the other ladies in the room before he spoke. "Are your accommodations to your liking, Stephanos?" he asked calmly, one large hand resting on the back of Tython's own chair. The man's patience was unending and he would stand here as long as it took for the others to join them. "Is there anything that you are needing that has not already been provided?"
Tython always spent the first few nights after a long campaign with his queen. Whether it was quiet conversation, a parlor game, or a warming of the bed, the presence of Yanni was something that he had found calmed his warring spirit to a kindling fire rather than a roaring inferno. There was a cathartic feeling that came with being allowed such time to find his center again. The King never spoke of it, but Yanni had long been a center of his being that he could not and would not escape. Rooted to her presence and drawn to it in the same way he was drawn back to his Kingdom, Tython would never consider him a prisoner. A willing participant.
And while his nights had been filled with his wife, his days had been filled with surveying his city and leading the investigation into the threat on both his life and his son's. Amidst it all, the King constantly and consistently avoided any and all question of what had happened to them on the last campaign. Frankly, he did not want to repeat himself time and time again, having absolutely no patience for saying anything more than once. At least not this time. Even when Yiannis pushed for more information, Tython would not yield it despite his son's insistence that he was working on the investigation.
Tython would not yield what had happened on his last stint with the military until his family was all settled at the dinner table. There would be no use repeating it because he was sure that he was only going to say it once, ensuring that his family and their guests all had the same story and did not hear it in bits and pieces with parts missing or changed. Gossip would not bring safety and knowledge to his people, and that meant that Tython had to start with honesty and tell his story from the beginning.
Having gone back up to his room when he had returned from his meeting with Yiannis, Tython was quick to both bathe and dress in something more comfortable and relaxed. Years in the public eye had left him more relaxed with his appearance as he had grown older. He had long proved himself to his people, thus he took more relaxed liberties with his behavior. Attending dinner in more relaxed attire was one of those small things that he did mostly for his own comfort and as a show of faith toward the guests he had returned to find in his home.
King Tython was not sure what to make of the former King Stephanos of Taengea, but it was mostly curiosity and the silent friendship between his son and the man that left Tython's hands tied on the matter. He found himself questioning things more and more with the news that Stephanos' uncle, Irakles, had taken the throne and then promptly... died, leaving a new King on the throne of Taengea while Stephanos of Mikaelidas sat in his dining room.
Stepping into the sizable room, entirely alone for he was sure that his wife was still readying herself for dinner, King Tython did not pause to take in the room. His gaze flit about it in quick glances, the same way that he would assess a battlefield. This was no battlefield, but there had been too many ill omens as of late for Tython to leave the fight on the killing fields. As he passed his daughter, his hand ghosted the spot between Athanasia's shoulder blades, aiming to guide her to her seat without saying much of a word to anyone. His stormy blue gaze was warm as he pulled the chair out for his daughter and waited until he was seated before he moved to the head of the table.
Out of sheer respect for Yanni, he would not seat himself without her presence, knowing that she woulds soon follow him down. Glancing to Stephanos and Lady Evelli, he took another look about the room to see who had shown. Stephanos seemed shut up and Tython silently considered the other ladies in the room before he spoke. "Are your accommodations to your liking, Stephanos?" he asked calmly, one large hand resting on the back of Tython's own chair. The man's patience was unending and he would stand here as long as it took for the others to join them. "Is there anything that you are needing that has not already been provided?"
Where Selene was seemingly filled with joy upon being sprung the question by Vangelis, Nana was ready to rip someone's head off.
What with the unfoldings of days prior, Nana was in no mood to congratulate her sister, or even think about love at all, so it was to everyone's benefit that Selene and Evelli had withheld the news from her, gods know what terror she might have unleashed. Yet, the girl couldn't manage to get Timaeus of Valaoritis (as she had learned he was called) out of her head.
He haunted her thoughts, her dreams. Even when she tried to distract herself with wine, she could not escape him. Nana couldn't help but think perhaps he had cursed her with some sort of spell, gods damn him. Nana could only hope that he would disappear from her thought and proximity, and that the gods would repay him for his deception when it came time for him to cross the Styx. Nana just wished that would happen sooner rather than later...
Yet, this dinner that mother spoke of gave Nana hope that perhaps she could draw her thoughts away from that lying, backstabbing baron for long enough that she could have even a moment of tranquility. Little did she know what awaited her this night...
Though she may have been hurting on the inside, Nana certainly would not let anyone know the wiser. Dressed in a vivid magenta chiton, and wearing her usual Leventi locket, Nana did not skimp on embellishment. Wearing a thin golden cuff resembling a horse on one wrist, a number of rings on her fingers, and decorating her braided hairstyle with flowers she'd found at market, Nana looked just as put-together as usual, and would stay that way as long as nobody looked her in the face for too long.
Following her mother out to the carriage, Nana said nothing on the way to the Kotas manor, taking the short ride as an opportunity to not think about anything in particular, looking out the window absentmindedly as the vehicle dropped them in front of the building. Letting her mother exit first, Nana trailed after the elder Leventi as they were ushered inside, the doors quickly opening and closing shut again.
Almost as soon as they had taken a seat in the sitting room, Selene and Vangelis arrived, and Nana instantly felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. This is happening, she thought, as she looked at her sister and the crown prince, taking a hold of her skirts and biting her lip to keep from saying anything she'd later regret as she was quickly called to follow after her mother.
Getting up quicky from where she sat, Nana trailed after her mother and sister again, eager for the two of them to just come out with it and let Nana go home. As they walked along the corridor from the sitting room to the dining room, Nana stared blankly at her family walking ahead of her, gripping her skirts tightly and hoping that this would all be rather brief. In her state, it certainly wouldn't take Nana long at all to get any more upset than she already was.
As they stepped into the dining room, Nana trailed after her mother silently, smiling softly at the servant who pulled a seat out for, and sitting down next to her mother. Now she had a refuge. She could sit in her seat and say nothing, and nobody would try and talk to her. This is perfect, she thought, as she quietly drummed her fingers on the table, her eyes locked on the lacquered sheen of the wood in front of her.
This was not going to be good.
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Where Selene was seemingly filled with joy upon being sprung the question by Vangelis, Nana was ready to rip someone's head off.
What with the unfoldings of days prior, Nana was in no mood to congratulate her sister, or even think about love at all, so it was to everyone's benefit that Selene and Evelli had withheld the news from her, gods know what terror she might have unleashed. Yet, the girl couldn't manage to get Timaeus of Valaoritis (as she had learned he was called) out of her head.
He haunted her thoughts, her dreams. Even when she tried to distract herself with wine, she could not escape him. Nana couldn't help but think perhaps he had cursed her with some sort of spell, gods damn him. Nana could only hope that he would disappear from her thought and proximity, and that the gods would repay him for his deception when it came time for him to cross the Styx. Nana just wished that would happen sooner rather than later...
Yet, this dinner that mother spoke of gave Nana hope that perhaps she could draw her thoughts away from that lying, backstabbing baron for long enough that she could have even a moment of tranquility. Little did she know what awaited her this night...
Though she may have been hurting on the inside, Nana certainly would not let anyone know the wiser. Dressed in a vivid magenta chiton, and wearing her usual Leventi locket, Nana did not skimp on embellishment. Wearing a thin golden cuff resembling a horse on one wrist, a number of rings on her fingers, and decorating her braided hairstyle with flowers she'd found at market, Nana looked just as put-together as usual, and would stay that way as long as nobody looked her in the face for too long.
Following her mother out to the carriage, Nana said nothing on the way to the Kotas manor, taking the short ride as an opportunity to not think about anything in particular, looking out the window absentmindedly as the vehicle dropped them in front of the building. Letting her mother exit first, Nana trailed after the elder Leventi as they were ushered inside, the doors quickly opening and closing shut again.
Almost as soon as they had taken a seat in the sitting room, Selene and Vangelis arrived, and Nana instantly felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. This is happening, she thought, as she looked at her sister and the crown prince, taking a hold of her skirts and biting her lip to keep from saying anything she'd later regret as she was quickly called to follow after her mother.
Getting up quicky from where she sat, Nana trailed after her mother and sister again, eager for the two of them to just come out with it and let Nana go home. As they walked along the corridor from the sitting room to the dining room, Nana stared blankly at her family walking ahead of her, gripping her skirts tightly and hoping that this would all be rather brief. In her state, it certainly wouldn't take Nana long at all to get any more upset than she already was.
As they stepped into the dining room, Nana trailed after her mother silently, smiling softly at the servant who pulled a seat out for, and sitting down next to her mother. Now she had a refuge. She could sit in her seat and say nothing, and nobody would try and talk to her. This is perfect, she thought, as she quietly drummed her fingers on the table, her eyes locked on the lacquered sheen of the wood in front of her.
This was not going to be good.
Where Selene was seemingly filled with joy upon being sprung the question by Vangelis, Nana was ready to rip someone's head off.
What with the unfoldings of days prior, Nana was in no mood to congratulate her sister, or even think about love at all, so it was to everyone's benefit that Selene and Evelli had withheld the news from her, gods know what terror she might have unleashed. Yet, the girl couldn't manage to get Timaeus of Valaoritis (as she had learned he was called) out of her head.
He haunted her thoughts, her dreams. Even when she tried to distract herself with wine, she could not escape him. Nana couldn't help but think perhaps he had cursed her with some sort of spell, gods damn him. Nana could only hope that he would disappear from her thought and proximity, and that the gods would repay him for his deception when it came time for him to cross the Styx. Nana just wished that would happen sooner rather than later...
Yet, this dinner that mother spoke of gave Nana hope that perhaps she could draw her thoughts away from that lying, backstabbing baron for long enough that she could have even a moment of tranquility. Little did she know what awaited her this night...
Though she may have been hurting on the inside, Nana certainly would not let anyone know the wiser. Dressed in a vivid magenta chiton, and wearing her usual Leventi locket, Nana did not skimp on embellishment. Wearing a thin golden cuff resembling a horse on one wrist, a number of rings on her fingers, and decorating her braided hairstyle with flowers she'd found at market, Nana looked just as put-together as usual, and would stay that way as long as nobody looked her in the face for too long.
Following her mother out to the carriage, Nana said nothing on the way to the Kotas manor, taking the short ride as an opportunity to not think about anything in particular, looking out the window absentmindedly as the vehicle dropped them in front of the building. Letting her mother exit first, Nana trailed after the elder Leventi as they were ushered inside, the doors quickly opening and closing shut again.
Almost as soon as they had taken a seat in the sitting room, Selene and Vangelis arrived, and Nana instantly felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. This is happening, she thought, as she looked at her sister and the crown prince, taking a hold of her skirts and biting her lip to keep from saying anything she'd later regret as she was quickly called to follow after her mother.
Getting up quicky from where she sat, Nana trailed after her mother and sister again, eager for the two of them to just come out with it and let Nana go home. As they walked along the corridor from the sitting room to the dining room, Nana stared blankly at her family walking ahead of her, gripping her skirts tightly and hoping that this would all be rather brief. In her state, it certainly wouldn't take Nana long at all to get any more upset than she already was.
As they stepped into the dining room, Nana trailed after her mother silently, smiling softly at the servant who pulled a seat out for, and sitting down next to her mother. Now she had a refuge. She could sit in her seat and say nothing, and nobody would try and talk to her. This is perfect, she thought, as she quietly drummed her fingers on the table, her eyes locked on the lacquered sheen of the wood in front of her.
This was not going to be good.
There was no shame on Selene’s part in her actions of blocking him from the door. She was proud that she would soon formally be his betrothed, excited for the future that they would soon share. These halls would become even more familiar to her, and one day she would be a Kotas. As soon as it was formally announced, she would take up her duties as any good fiance would. No, after having spent most of the week apart, she wanted just a moment with him.
A moment of joy before her family made it awkward.
She had little doubt in his reason for proposing to her. While she knew that he would marry who he felt was right for the kingdom, as was his duty, his proposal had made it clear that he also felt that she would be the right partner for him. And while it may not have been a declaration of love, it meant that she would be given a chance to show him what it was to love. Perhaps it would creep up on him, slowing over the course of their marriage.
Or maybe it would come on suddenly, much like it had for her. One minute, she was certain of their friendship and the next she was in love before she’d known it had begun.
With war on the horizon, she was certain that their alone time would be even more limited than before. She wanted to soak up every minute to help her survive the separation. A soft giggle escaped her lips at his comment, for they both had known exactly how her uncle would receive the news. ”I am sure there is little that would make his opinion change. I did, however, take the liberty to write to my father of my own desire, just in case he doubted it.” Her letter was sent shortly after Vangelis’s, and Selene was certain that her own letter reassuring her father of her own wishes would set aside any doubt.
She had wanted to press him for more, to ask how his parents had taken the news. But the door was pulled from her grasp, exposing the rest of her family within. Cheeks flushing with her mother’s obvious intervention, Selene could only sigh. There was little she could do to stop her mother’s actions, not without appearing contrite. She wanted nothing more than to be able to enjoy the journey to the meal on the arm of her soon to be betrothed. But her mother was not about to have it, and she was a dutiful daughter who was obedient to her parents. As her mother looped her arm through her own, Selene allowed her to pull her forward, looking back at Vangelis helplessly. Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, praying that he wasn’t offended.
This was going to be a long night.
Selene led the way, allowing her mother to direct the conversation as she felt necessary, with Nana and Vangelis trailing behind. Gods, the last thing she needed was Nana saying something to the prince to embarrass her. Better now, she decided, then in front of her future inlaws. It appeared that Nana was set on keeping silent for the journey, but the eldest didn’t know what to make of it. Her nerves were going to get the best of her before the night was over.
As they entered the room, she greeted the King with a curtsy and a soft ‘King Tython’, before leading her mother to an open seat. It was then that she allowed herself to drift back towards Vangelis, glad for the distraction of her mother to Stephanos. She stepped closer to his side, angling her body so that his ears would be the only one to hear her comment. ”We may regret this meal by the end of it.” She said, trying to keep her voice lighter than it felt. She wanted to make the best impression of her family, wanting the Kotas family to look forward to having her family as a part of it. And with her mother’s icy mood towards Stephanos and her sister’s apparent annoyance at the invitation, things felt like they were going to start off on the wrong foot.
Aphrodite, give me strength’
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There was no shame on Selene’s part in her actions of blocking him from the door. She was proud that she would soon formally be his betrothed, excited for the future that they would soon share. These halls would become even more familiar to her, and one day she would be a Kotas. As soon as it was formally announced, she would take up her duties as any good fiance would. No, after having spent most of the week apart, she wanted just a moment with him.
A moment of joy before her family made it awkward.
She had little doubt in his reason for proposing to her. While she knew that he would marry who he felt was right for the kingdom, as was his duty, his proposal had made it clear that he also felt that she would be the right partner for him. And while it may not have been a declaration of love, it meant that she would be given a chance to show him what it was to love. Perhaps it would creep up on him, slowing over the course of their marriage.
Or maybe it would come on suddenly, much like it had for her. One minute, she was certain of their friendship and the next she was in love before she’d known it had begun.
With war on the horizon, she was certain that their alone time would be even more limited than before. She wanted to soak up every minute to help her survive the separation. A soft giggle escaped her lips at his comment, for they both had known exactly how her uncle would receive the news. ”I am sure there is little that would make his opinion change. I did, however, take the liberty to write to my father of my own desire, just in case he doubted it.” Her letter was sent shortly after Vangelis’s, and Selene was certain that her own letter reassuring her father of her own wishes would set aside any doubt.
She had wanted to press him for more, to ask how his parents had taken the news. But the door was pulled from her grasp, exposing the rest of her family within. Cheeks flushing with her mother’s obvious intervention, Selene could only sigh. There was little she could do to stop her mother’s actions, not without appearing contrite. She wanted nothing more than to be able to enjoy the journey to the meal on the arm of her soon to be betrothed. But her mother was not about to have it, and she was a dutiful daughter who was obedient to her parents. As her mother looped her arm through her own, Selene allowed her to pull her forward, looking back at Vangelis helplessly. Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, praying that he wasn’t offended.
This was going to be a long night.
Selene led the way, allowing her mother to direct the conversation as she felt necessary, with Nana and Vangelis trailing behind. Gods, the last thing she needed was Nana saying something to the prince to embarrass her. Better now, she decided, then in front of her future inlaws. It appeared that Nana was set on keeping silent for the journey, but the eldest didn’t know what to make of it. Her nerves were going to get the best of her before the night was over.
As they entered the room, she greeted the King with a curtsy and a soft ‘King Tython’, before leading her mother to an open seat. It was then that she allowed herself to drift back towards Vangelis, glad for the distraction of her mother to Stephanos. She stepped closer to his side, angling her body so that his ears would be the only one to hear her comment. ”We may regret this meal by the end of it.” She said, trying to keep her voice lighter than it felt. She wanted to make the best impression of her family, wanting the Kotas family to look forward to having her family as a part of it. And with her mother’s icy mood towards Stephanos and her sister’s apparent annoyance at the invitation, things felt like they were going to start off on the wrong foot.
Aphrodite, give me strength’
There was no shame on Selene’s part in her actions of blocking him from the door. She was proud that she would soon formally be his betrothed, excited for the future that they would soon share. These halls would become even more familiar to her, and one day she would be a Kotas. As soon as it was formally announced, she would take up her duties as any good fiance would. No, after having spent most of the week apart, she wanted just a moment with him.
A moment of joy before her family made it awkward.
She had little doubt in his reason for proposing to her. While she knew that he would marry who he felt was right for the kingdom, as was his duty, his proposal had made it clear that he also felt that she would be the right partner for him. And while it may not have been a declaration of love, it meant that she would be given a chance to show him what it was to love. Perhaps it would creep up on him, slowing over the course of their marriage.
Or maybe it would come on suddenly, much like it had for her. One minute, she was certain of their friendship and the next she was in love before she’d known it had begun.
With war on the horizon, she was certain that their alone time would be even more limited than before. She wanted to soak up every minute to help her survive the separation. A soft giggle escaped her lips at his comment, for they both had known exactly how her uncle would receive the news. ”I am sure there is little that would make his opinion change. I did, however, take the liberty to write to my father of my own desire, just in case he doubted it.” Her letter was sent shortly after Vangelis’s, and Selene was certain that her own letter reassuring her father of her own wishes would set aside any doubt.
She had wanted to press him for more, to ask how his parents had taken the news. But the door was pulled from her grasp, exposing the rest of her family within. Cheeks flushing with her mother’s obvious intervention, Selene could only sigh. There was little she could do to stop her mother’s actions, not without appearing contrite. She wanted nothing more than to be able to enjoy the journey to the meal on the arm of her soon to be betrothed. But her mother was not about to have it, and she was a dutiful daughter who was obedient to her parents. As her mother looped her arm through her own, Selene allowed her to pull her forward, looking back at Vangelis helplessly. Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, praying that he wasn’t offended.
This was going to be a long night.
Selene led the way, allowing her mother to direct the conversation as she felt necessary, with Nana and Vangelis trailing behind. Gods, the last thing she needed was Nana saying something to the prince to embarrass her. Better now, she decided, then in front of her future inlaws. It appeared that Nana was set on keeping silent for the journey, but the eldest didn’t know what to make of it. Her nerves were going to get the best of her before the night was over.
As they entered the room, she greeted the King with a curtsy and a soft ‘King Tython’, before leading her mother to an open seat. It was then that she allowed herself to drift back towards Vangelis, glad for the distraction of her mother to Stephanos. She stepped closer to his side, angling her body so that his ears would be the only one to hear her comment. ”We may regret this meal by the end of it.” She said, trying to keep her voice lighter than it felt. She wanted to make the best impression of her family, wanting the Kotas family to look forward to having her family as a part of it. And with her mother’s icy mood towards Stephanos and her sister’s apparent annoyance at the invitation, things felt like they were going to start off on the wrong foot.
Aphrodite, give me strength’
Vangelis was a hard man to offend. Mostly because the slights and momentary implications of social decorum were lost on him. He didn't much care if someone seemed to disapprove or dislike him and found himself only truly offended if anyone criticised his honour or bravery. Traditionally Colchian, a comment that suggested him to be a coward or lacking in experience on the battlefield would often send him into an ire displayed with gritted teeth and harsher language but beyond that he was neither a flailer nor a complainer. He did not fly into a duel-worthy rage nor demand retribution. He simply refused to consider the speaker as a friend from that point onwards.
Luckily for the Leventi ladies, none of them made question of such masculinity or honour. Instead, the Lady Evelli simply swept passed he and Selene, as if their moment of conversation was worth less than the speed with which she aimed to arrive at the dining chamber. Forced to take a quick step back, else impede on the woman's progress out and down the hall, Vangelis' expression was one of his usual stony indifference as his mind wondered only momentarily at the dismissive manner.
With the look that Selene offered over her shoulder in apology for the momentary indiscretion, Vangelis offered the smile that was a slight curl at the corner of his mouth; slight by recognisable to his betrothed no doubt and turned to offer an arm to the Lady Nana.
Escorting her down the hallway behind the Lady Evelli and Selene, Vangelis was surprised not to be offered the continuous soundtrack of inconsequential chatter that he had the last time he had walked with the young girl back in Taengea. Instead, the blonde who resembled her sister in a lot of ways remained quiet and distant, lost in her own thoughts.
Confused by such reactions in Selene's family, Vangelis said nothing and simply accepted the situation as it was. A man who did not confront an issue unless a confrontation was required, he simply acted as escort as he should and then let Nana step away as soon as they entered the dining chamber, as she found her seat.
Within a few moments, her presence at his side was replaced by Selene's and he leaned down when she motioned to murmur something in his ear. Her comment did not faze him and his response was a rumble of optimism between them.
"Then we shall be tested and wiser for it."
Noticing his father glancing in his direction at his arrival, Vangelis's fingertips brushed Selene's forearm in a sort of wordless apology for leaving her side and then moved towards the king, his gaze one of respect and openness that he rarely showed to others - an expression he didn't know that he wore.
"Father."
The single word was a greeting and a comment of devotion in and of itself...
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Vangelis was a hard man to offend. Mostly because the slights and momentary implications of social decorum were lost on him. He didn't much care if someone seemed to disapprove or dislike him and found himself only truly offended if anyone criticised his honour or bravery. Traditionally Colchian, a comment that suggested him to be a coward or lacking in experience on the battlefield would often send him into an ire displayed with gritted teeth and harsher language but beyond that he was neither a flailer nor a complainer. He did not fly into a duel-worthy rage nor demand retribution. He simply refused to consider the speaker as a friend from that point onwards.
Luckily for the Leventi ladies, none of them made question of such masculinity or honour. Instead, the Lady Evelli simply swept passed he and Selene, as if their moment of conversation was worth less than the speed with which she aimed to arrive at the dining chamber. Forced to take a quick step back, else impede on the woman's progress out and down the hall, Vangelis' expression was one of his usual stony indifference as his mind wondered only momentarily at the dismissive manner.
With the look that Selene offered over her shoulder in apology for the momentary indiscretion, Vangelis offered the smile that was a slight curl at the corner of his mouth; slight by recognisable to his betrothed no doubt and turned to offer an arm to the Lady Nana.
Escorting her down the hallway behind the Lady Evelli and Selene, Vangelis was surprised not to be offered the continuous soundtrack of inconsequential chatter that he had the last time he had walked with the young girl back in Taengea. Instead, the blonde who resembled her sister in a lot of ways remained quiet and distant, lost in her own thoughts.
Confused by such reactions in Selene's family, Vangelis said nothing and simply accepted the situation as it was. A man who did not confront an issue unless a confrontation was required, he simply acted as escort as he should and then let Nana step away as soon as they entered the dining chamber, as she found her seat.
Within a few moments, her presence at his side was replaced by Selene's and he leaned down when she motioned to murmur something in his ear. Her comment did not faze him and his response was a rumble of optimism between them.
"Then we shall be tested and wiser for it."
Noticing his father glancing in his direction at his arrival, Vangelis's fingertips brushed Selene's forearm in a sort of wordless apology for leaving her side and then moved towards the king, his gaze one of respect and openness that he rarely showed to others - an expression he didn't know that he wore.
"Father."
The single word was a greeting and a comment of devotion in and of itself...
Vangelis was a hard man to offend. Mostly because the slights and momentary implications of social decorum were lost on him. He didn't much care if someone seemed to disapprove or dislike him and found himself only truly offended if anyone criticised his honour or bravery. Traditionally Colchian, a comment that suggested him to be a coward or lacking in experience on the battlefield would often send him into an ire displayed with gritted teeth and harsher language but beyond that he was neither a flailer nor a complainer. He did not fly into a duel-worthy rage nor demand retribution. He simply refused to consider the speaker as a friend from that point onwards.
Luckily for the Leventi ladies, none of them made question of such masculinity or honour. Instead, the Lady Evelli simply swept passed he and Selene, as if their moment of conversation was worth less than the speed with which she aimed to arrive at the dining chamber. Forced to take a quick step back, else impede on the woman's progress out and down the hall, Vangelis' expression was one of his usual stony indifference as his mind wondered only momentarily at the dismissive manner.
With the look that Selene offered over her shoulder in apology for the momentary indiscretion, Vangelis offered the smile that was a slight curl at the corner of his mouth; slight by recognisable to his betrothed no doubt and turned to offer an arm to the Lady Nana.
Escorting her down the hallway behind the Lady Evelli and Selene, Vangelis was surprised not to be offered the continuous soundtrack of inconsequential chatter that he had the last time he had walked with the young girl back in Taengea. Instead, the blonde who resembled her sister in a lot of ways remained quiet and distant, lost in her own thoughts.
Confused by such reactions in Selene's family, Vangelis said nothing and simply accepted the situation as it was. A man who did not confront an issue unless a confrontation was required, he simply acted as escort as he should and then let Nana step away as soon as they entered the dining chamber, as she found her seat.
Within a few moments, her presence at his side was replaced by Selene's and he leaned down when she motioned to murmur something in his ear. Her comment did not faze him and his response was a rumble of optimism between them.
"Then we shall be tested and wiser for it."
Noticing his father glancing in his direction at his arrival, Vangelis's fingertips brushed Selene's forearm in a sort of wordless apology for leaving her side and then moved towards the king, his gaze one of respect and openness that he rarely showed to others - an expression he didn't know that he wore.
"Father."
The single word was a greeting and a comment of devotion in and of itself...
She had tried to avoid the dinner, using Tisiphone's colic as a reason why she should not have to attend, afraid of what would happen with her family and Stephanos all in the same room. With Nana and her mother already cold to him, though, even though he'd put on a brave face and kissed her before he left, she knew she had to attend to support her husband. Their recent reconciliation had seen Stephanos and Olympia sharing more than just a bed, it was as if after the months of emotional separation had left them all the more hungry for one another, and not a night had passed without them partaking in the passion they’d missed. From several cold months to nine couplings in the short time since, Pia had not felt such a pleasant haze in a long while, and yet somehow she felt even more alive. Her body ached in a far more pleasant way than it had in a long while, and there was even a slight flush in her cheeks again as she put on a dusty pink chiton that had been loaned to her by the Princess Evras.
Olympia had made an effort, if she was going to be late at the very least she could appear to fit her status. Her hair was swept up off of her neck, a low knot of dark curls wound with a ribbon that matched the gown she wore and golden accent bangles at each of her wrists, as well as the gold band that signaled her marriage. The himation she chose was one of Stephanos' own, deep blue wrap she draped over her shoulders and held close to breathe in the scent of him. It gave her the strength required to kiss Tisiphone on the forehead and leave her in the hands of the maid as she was guided to the dining room by another slave.
In spite of her attempts to make up for the time lost, it appeared she was one of the last to arrive. Drawing herself up to her full height and setting herself in the posture she'd adapted to as queen, Olympia entered after her family and much of the Kotas clan was already seated. Vangelis stood before the king, and she took a deep breath at the sight of Tython of Kotas and his own indomitable queen. She had not been expected, and so hoped that her late arrival would not cause too much trouble. Pausing before the royal couple, Olympia gave a curtsy appropriate for one monarch greeting another, a scandal perhaps if anyone cared to comment on it, but the Colchian family was as strangely informal as they were uptight, and she doubted much if anything would be said.
"Your majesties. Forgive the delay. My daughter was distraught at the parting of both of her parents, bless Hera she has now settled with her nursemaid that I may be present."
Looking over the others in the room, a soft smile caught on her lips at the sight of Stephanos, and she gave another dip of her head before moving past the others and extending her hand to him. Perhaps it would shock the others, perhaps they wouldn't notice anything different, it hardly mattered to her anymore. "Husband." The person occupying the seat on his other side graciously vacated for the queen to take her place, keeping her hand in Stephanos' and leaning into his side with her other arm draped along his shoulder. When she spoke next it was low and just for him in his ear.
"It seems you have not quite exhausted me enough. I had the presence of mind to attend after all."
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She had tried to avoid the dinner, using Tisiphone's colic as a reason why she should not have to attend, afraid of what would happen with her family and Stephanos all in the same room. With Nana and her mother already cold to him, though, even though he'd put on a brave face and kissed her before he left, she knew she had to attend to support her husband. Their recent reconciliation had seen Stephanos and Olympia sharing more than just a bed, it was as if after the months of emotional separation had left them all the more hungry for one another, and not a night had passed without them partaking in the passion they’d missed. From several cold months to nine couplings in the short time since, Pia had not felt such a pleasant haze in a long while, and yet somehow she felt even more alive. Her body ached in a far more pleasant way than it had in a long while, and there was even a slight flush in her cheeks again as she put on a dusty pink chiton that had been loaned to her by the Princess Evras.
Olympia had made an effort, if she was going to be late at the very least she could appear to fit her status. Her hair was swept up off of her neck, a low knot of dark curls wound with a ribbon that matched the gown she wore and golden accent bangles at each of her wrists, as well as the gold band that signaled her marriage. The himation she chose was one of Stephanos' own, deep blue wrap she draped over her shoulders and held close to breathe in the scent of him. It gave her the strength required to kiss Tisiphone on the forehead and leave her in the hands of the maid as she was guided to the dining room by another slave.
In spite of her attempts to make up for the time lost, it appeared she was one of the last to arrive. Drawing herself up to her full height and setting herself in the posture she'd adapted to as queen, Olympia entered after her family and much of the Kotas clan was already seated. Vangelis stood before the king, and she took a deep breath at the sight of Tython of Kotas and his own indomitable queen. She had not been expected, and so hoped that her late arrival would not cause too much trouble. Pausing before the royal couple, Olympia gave a curtsy appropriate for one monarch greeting another, a scandal perhaps if anyone cared to comment on it, but the Colchian family was as strangely informal as they were uptight, and she doubted much if anything would be said.
"Your majesties. Forgive the delay. My daughter was distraught at the parting of both of her parents, bless Hera she has now settled with her nursemaid that I may be present."
Looking over the others in the room, a soft smile caught on her lips at the sight of Stephanos, and she gave another dip of her head before moving past the others and extending her hand to him. Perhaps it would shock the others, perhaps they wouldn't notice anything different, it hardly mattered to her anymore. "Husband." The person occupying the seat on his other side graciously vacated for the queen to take her place, keeping her hand in Stephanos' and leaning into his side with her other arm draped along his shoulder. When she spoke next it was low and just for him in his ear.
"It seems you have not quite exhausted me enough. I had the presence of mind to attend after all."
She had tried to avoid the dinner, using Tisiphone's colic as a reason why she should not have to attend, afraid of what would happen with her family and Stephanos all in the same room. With Nana and her mother already cold to him, though, even though he'd put on a brave face and kissed her before he left, she knew she had to attend to support her husband. Their recent reconciliation had seen Stephanos and Olympia sharing more than just a bed, it was as if after the months of emotional separation had left them all the more hungry for one another, and not a night had passed without them partaking in the passion they’d missed. From several cold months to nine couplings in the short time since, Pia had not felt such a pleasant haze in a long while, and yet somehow she felt even more alive. Her body ached in a far more pleasant way than it had in a long while, and there was even a slight flush in her cheeks again as she put on a dusty pink chiton that had been loaned to her by the Princess Evras.
Olympia had made an effort, if she was going to be late at the very least she could appear to fit her status. Her hair was swept up off of her neck, a low knot of dark curls wound with a ribbon that matched the gown she wore and golden accent bangles at each of her wrists, as well as the gold band that signaled her marriage. The himation she chose was one of Stephanos' own, deep blue wrap she draped over her shoulders and held close to breathe in the scent of him. It gave her the strength required to kiss Tisiphone on the forehead and leave her in the hands of the maid as she was guided to the dining room by another slave.
In spite of her attempts to make up for the time lost, it appeared she was one of the last to arrive. Drawing herself up to her full height and setting herself in the posture she'd adapted to as queen, Olympia entered after her family and much of the Kotas clan was already seated. Vangelis stood before the king, and she took a deep breath at the sight of Tython of Kotas and his own indomitable queen. She had not been expected, and so hoped that her late arrival would not cause too much trouble. Pausing before the royal couple, Olympia gave a curtsy appropriate for one monarch greeting another, a scandal perhaps if anyone cared to comment on it, but the Colchian family was as strangely informal as they were uptight, and she doubted much if anything would be said.
"Your majesties. Forgive the delay. My daughter was distraught at the parting of both of her parents, bless Hera she has now settled with her nursemaid that I may be present."
Looking over the others in the room, a soft smile caught on her lips at the sight of Stephanos, and she gave another dip of her head before moving past the others and extending her hand to him. Perhaps it would shock the others, perhaps they wouldn't notice anything different, it hardly mattered to her anymore. "Husband." The person occupying the seat on his other side graciously vacated for the queen to take her place, keeping her hand in Stephanos' and leaning into his side with her other arm draped along his shoulder. When she spoke next it was low and just for him in his ear.
"It seems you have not quite exhausted me enough. I had the presence of mind to attend after all."
Perhaps the one person going into this evening with the least anxieties and most joy was Zanon of Kotas. He was humming as he dressed for dinner in the Kotas maroon with golden trappings, a bundle of flowers on the table as he slipped his sandals on his feet. There was little that could dampen his spirits after his ride with Vangelis had given him some insight into the purpose of this meeting. Nothing had been officially said, but with the Leventi contingent invited to the table it wasn't a secret to those who had eyes and seen the way the two of them looked at each other.
Never in his life had he seen his elder brother look at a woman and care for one as he did Selene of Leventi. Vangelis wasn't the easiest book to read, but with twenty-nine years of experience under his belt he could see the nuance that others couldn't. When he'd first met the blonde Taengean he'd seen in her someone who could not only be a good queen of Colchis in his mother's stead, but because she could make his brother smile in a way he hadn't seen before.
A knock on the door signaled the arrival of his son, and Zanon grinned as Dion charged into the room, looking like a miniature version of his father in his own maroon chiton. The boy's excitement was clear, and the prince laughed as he ruffled a hand through his son's hair. Dion looked more and more like a Kotas every day, as he went through his training he had begun to fill out and though he was still gangly, he had more color in his cheeks and less of the sallow Thanasi paleness.
"Come, take the flowers and we'll have you present them to Lady Selene."
With a hand on Dion's shoulder, Zanon strode through the hall with a spring in his step, entering with a broad grin as he saw his family and the Taengean contingent gathered before him. "Father, brother. Family." He clapped a hand on Vangelis' shoulder and turned to Selene with a wink. "Lady Selene, I believe Prince Dion has a gift for you."
It took a slight nudge before the youngest prince stepped forward to hand her the bundle of Colchian wildflowers, blushing bright red from ear to ear. When he spoke there was a squeak as the twelve year old's voice gave a crack that signified his majority was approaching. "My lady...um...we are glad to have you here with us.." Dion couldn't make eye contact with Selene or any of the others in the room, but Zanon was beaming as he stood by his brother's side, speaking lowly to him and their father. "I found those myself. Is it too much do you think?"
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Perhaps the one person going into this evening with the least anxieties and most joy was Zanon of Kotas. He was humming as he dressed for dinner in the Kotas maroon with golden trappings, a bundle of flowers on the table as he slipped his sandals on his feet. There was little that could dampen his spirits after his ride with Vangelis had given him some insight into the purpose of this meeting. Nothing had been officially said, but with the Leventi contingent invited to the table it wasn't a secret to those who had eyes and seen the way the two of them looked at each other.
Never in his life had he seen his elder brother look at a woman and care for one as he did Selene of Leventi. Vangelis wasn't the easiest book to read, but with twenty-nine years of experience under his belt he could see the nuance that others couldn't. When he'd first met the blonde Taengean he'd seen in her someone who could not only be a good queen of Colchis in his mother's stead, but because she could make his brother smile in a way he hadn't seen before.
A knock on the door signaled the arrival of his son, and Zanon grinned as Dion charged into the room, looking like a miniature version of his father in his own maroon chiton. The boy's excitement was clear, and the prince laughed as he ruffled a hand through his son's hair. Dion looked more and more like a Kotas every day, as he went through his training he had begun to fill out and though he was still gangly, he had more color in his cheeks and less of the sallow Thanasi paleness.
"Come, take the flowers and we'll have you present them to Lady Selene."
With a hand on Dion's shoulder, Zanon strode through the hall with a spring in his step, entering with a broad grin as he saw his family and the Taengean contingent gathered before him. "Father, brother. Family." He clapped a hand on Vangelis' shoulder and turned to Selene with a wink. "Lady Selene, I believe Prince Dion has a gift for you."
It took a slight nudge before the youngest prince stepped forward to hand her the bundle of Colchian wildflowers, blushing bright red from ear to ear. When he spoke there was a squeak as the twelve year old's voice gave a crack that signified his majority was approaching. "My lady...um...we are glad to have you here with us.." Dion couldn't make eye contact with Selene or any of the others in the room, but Zanon was beaming as he stood by his brother's side, speaking lowly to him and their father. "I found those myself. Is it too much do you think?"
Perhaps the one person going into this evening with the least anxieties and most joy was Zanon of Kotas. He was humming as he dressed for dinner in the Kotas maroon with golden trappings, a bundle of flowers on the table as he slipped his sandals on his feet. There was little that could dampen his spirits after his ride with Vangelis had given him some insight into the purpose of this meeting. Nothing had been officially said, but with the Leventi contingent invited to the table it wasn't a secret to those who had eyes and seen the way the two of them looked at each other.
Never in his life had he seen his elder brother look at a woman and care for one as he did Selene of Leventi. Vangelis wasn't the easiest book to read, but with twenty-nine years of experience under his belt he could see the nuance that others couldn't. When he'd first met the blonde Taengean he'd seen in her someone who could not only be a good queen of Colchis in his mother's stead, but because she could make his brother smile in a way he hadn't seen before.
A knock on the door signaled the arrival of his son, and Zanon grinned as Dion charged into the room, looking like a miniature version of his father in his own maroon chiton. The boy's excitement was clear, and the prince laughed as he ruffled a hand through his son's hair. Dion looked more and more like a Kotas every day, as he went through his training he had begun to fill out and though he was still gangly, he had more color in his cheeks and less of the sallow Thanasi paleness.
"Come, take the flowers and we'll have you present them to Lady Selene."
With a hand on Dion's shoulder, Zanon strode through the hall with a spring in his step, entering with a broad grin as he saw his family and the Taengean contingent gathered before him. "Father, brother. Family." He clapped a hand on Vangelis' shoulder and turned to Selene with a wink. "Lady Selene, I believe Prince Dion has a gift for you."
It took a slight nudge before the youngest prince stepped forward to hand her the bundle of Colchian wildflowers, blushing bright red from ear to ear. When he spoke there was a squeak as the twelve year old's voice gave a crack that signified his majority was approaching. "My lady...um...we are glad to have you here with us.." Dion couldn't make eye contact with Selene or any of the others in the room, but Zanon was beaming as he stood by his brother's side, speaking lowly to him and their father. "I found those myself. Is it too much do you think?"
At the arrival of Olympia, Vangelis felt a moment of pleasure. Over the months he had known Selene, one of the most obvious elements of her personality was that she adored her family and put them before herself. She was, for all intents and purposes, selfless. One only had to look at her appearance and reputation as one blessed by Aphrodite to know that if she had wanted to, she could claim any man she wished. And yet she had been content in her life to take the role of mature matron to her sisters and aided them in their unions with more effort than she had sought her own. It was a trait that he had recognised quickly in her letters as they focused on her siblings more than herself. And one the reasons he was sure that he had made the right choice in selecting Colchis' queen.
Yet, when it had appeared that not all of her available family were to join them for the dinner that would announce her ever patiently-waited for engagement, he had recognised that such a thing would feel hurtful. The appearance of her 'Pia' as Selene called her would, he hoped, please her.
It was the arrival of his brother, however, that lightened Vangelis' own mood. Whilst he had constantly seen the serious side to such a betrothal - the gaining of a princess and queen, the potential for heirs, the security it would bring to Colchis - the look on Zanon's face was perhaps the first time that such an engagement felt more like a personal and joyful affair than a proud moment of state. His brother couldn't seem to whip the smirk off of his face. Which Vangelis could only roll his eyes at and smile in return.
Passing a hand over Dion's head as he went by his uncle, his large hand ruffling dark and thick curls similar to his own, Vangelis watched as the young boy presented Selene with the little bouquet, torn between amusement at the sweetness of the moment and disapproval that his nephew was such a silly romantic.
When his brother made the comment of him being the one to find the flowers, Vangelis reassessed his judgement.
It was his brother who was the nancy.
Yet, women liked sweetness and Vangelis could recognise a mistake on his own part, regardless of how he thought it a dent to anyone's masculinity.
"I think your son is making me look bad." He murmured, in reply to his brother, his tone his natural humour - so dry only those who knew him well could tell that he was joking.
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At the arrival of Olympia, Vangelis felt a moment of pleasure. Over the months he had known Selene, one of the most obvious elements of her personality was that she adored her family and put them before herself. She was, for all intents and purposes, selfless. One only had to look at her appearance and reputation as one blessed by Aphrodite to know that if she had wanted to, she could claim any man she wished. And yet she had been content in her life to take the role of mature matron to her sisters and aided them in their unions with more effort than she had sought her own. It was a trait that he had recognised quickly in her letters as they focused on her siblings more than herself. And one the reasons he was sure that he had made the right choice in selecting Colchis' queen.
Yet, when it had appeared that not all of her available family were to join them for the dinner that would announce her ever patiently-waited for engagement, he had recognised that such a thing would feel hurtful. The appearance of her 'Pia' as Selene called her would, he hoped, please her.
It was the arrival of his brother, however, that lightened Vangelis' own mood. Whilst he had constantly seen the serious side to such a betrothal - the gaining of a princess and queen, the potential for heirs, the security it would bring to Colchis - the look on Zanon's face was perhaps the first time that such an engagement felt more like a personal and joyful affair than a proud moment of state. His brother couldn't seem to whip the smirk off of his face. Which Vangelis could only roll his eyes at and smile in return.
Passing a hand over Dion's head as he went by his uncle, his large hand ruffling dark and thick curls similar to his own, Vangelis watched as the young boy presented Selene with the little bouquet, torn between amusement at the sweetness of the moment and disapproval that his nephew was such a silly romantic.
When his brother made the comment of him being the one to find the flowers, Vangelis reassessed his judgement.
It was his brother who was the nancy.
Yet, women liked sweetness and Vangelis could recognise a mistake on his own part, regardless of how he thought it a dent to anyone's masculinity.
"I think your son is making me look bad." He murmured, in reply to his brother, his tone his natural humour - so dry only those who knew him well could tell that he was joking.
At the arrival of Olympia, Vangelis felt a moment of pleasure. Over the months he had known Selene, one of the most obvious elements of her personality was that she adored her family and put them before herself. She was, for all intents and purposes, selfless. One only had to look at her appearance and reputation as one blessed by Aphrodite to know that if she had wanted to, she could claim any man she wished. And yet she had been content in her life to take the role of mature matron to her sisters and aided them in their unions with more effort than she had sought her own. It was a trait that he had recognised quickly in her letters as they focused on her siblings more than herself. And one the reasons he was sure that he had made the right choice in selecting Colchis' queen.
Yet, when it had appeared that not all of her available family were to join them for the dinner that would announce her ever patiently-waited for engagement, he had recognised that such a thing would feel hurtful. The appearance of her 'Pia' as Selene called her would, he hoped, please her.
It was the arrival of his brother, however, that lightened Vangelis' own mood. Whilst he had constantly seen the serious side to such a betrothal - the gaining of a princess and queen, the potential for heirs, the security it would bring to Colchis - the look on Zanon's face was perhaps the first time that such an engagement felt more like a personal and joyful affair than a proud moment of state. His brother couldn't seem to whip the smirk off of his face. Which Vangelis could only roll his eyes at and smile in return.
Passing a hand over Dion's head as he went by his uncle, his large hand ruffling dark and thick curls similar to his own, Vangelis watched as the young boy presented Selene with the little bouquet, torn between amusement at the sweetness of the moment and disapproval that his nephew was such a silly romantic.
When his brother made the comment of him being the one to find the flowers, Vangelis reassessed his judgement.
It was his brother who was the nancy.
Yet, women liked sweetness and Vangelis could recognise a mistake on his own part, regardless of how he thought it a dent to anyone's masculinity.
"I think your son is making me look bad." He murmured, in reply to his brother, his tone his natural humour - so dry only those who knew him well could tell that he was joking.
There was little denying that Selene was struggling with the concept of this dinner. Perhaps the harmony she felt within her family was not real, something she had convinced herself was really there when it wasn’t. A gaggle of girls would bring drama, but that just appeared normal to her. It was a part of her life. But she wanted to make a good impression upon the Kotas family, and it seemed as if the Gods were testing her.
Send the family into chaos, then see how well they behaved.
She hoped that she appeared far more serene than she felt as the family slowly gathered into the room. The last thing she wanted was to give any indication of what she was really feeling. Her family might know, and perhaps Vangelis, if he was aware of her mannerisms as she thought he was. But there was no nervous fidget, no need to spin the cuff on her wrist as she used to do obsessively. All she wanted was for this night to go well, to be welcomed into the Kotas family with open arms and no regrets.
But it wasn’t until Pia entered, looking a bit flustered, that Selene could truly relax. The eldest did not wish to make her sister more upset with her own news, worried that she may think she was trying to cause her grief. If she had any inclination as to what the topic would be, she put it behind and showed up for her sister. If Selene hadn’t been so set on the image she was to show her new family, she would have cried then and there. She felt eyes on her, looking up at Vangelis, who was looking at her and not her sister. Her shoulders straightened and she brightened.
He would have been right in his assumption that having her sister here made her truly happy.
She made a direct path towards her sister, taking the liberty of pressing a kiss to her sister’s head in greeting before moving to take her place at the table. But she was stopped by the youngest prince, who seemed nervous and anxious for what he had to do. It was when he pulled the small bouquet out for her to see that any further nerves of her own dissipated into nothingness. Her heart melted with the simple gesture, taking the handpicked bunch of purple and white flowers in her own hands. Taking in a deep breath, she inhaled their subtly sweet scent with a grin. ”That is most kind of you, Prince Dion.” Her eyes drifted to Vangelis, who was watching the scene with a look of amusement. Did she look as truly relaxed as she now felt? Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to Dion’s cheek in thanks, enjoying the way he seemed to turn bright pink, dashing off quickly to join his father and uncle in the company of King Tython.
Like the rest, she would refrain from finding her own seat until Yanni was in the room. She did, however, place the flowers in the water cup that had been at her seat, so that she could enjoy them later.
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There was little denying that Selene was struggling with the concept of this dinner. Perhaps the harmony she felt within her family was not real, something she had convinced herself was really there when it wasn’t. A gaggle of girls would bring drama, but that just appeared normal to her. It was a part of her life. But she wanted to make a good impression upon the Kotas family, and it seemed as if the Gods were testing her.
Send the family into chaos, then see how well they behaved.
She hoped that she appeared far more serene than she felt as the family slowly gathered into the room. The last thing she wanted was to give any indication of what she was really feeling. Her family might know, and perhaps Vangelis, if he was aware of her mannerisms as she thought he was. But there was no nervous fidget, no need to spin the cuff on her wrist as she used to do obsessively. All she wanted was for this night to go well, to be welcomed into the Kotas family with open arms and no regrets.
But it wasn’t until Pia entered, looking a bit flustered, that Selene could truly relax. The eldest did not wish to make her sister more upset with her own news, worried that she may think she was trying to cause her grief. If she had any inclination as to what the topic would be, she put it behind and showed up for her sister. If Selene hadn’t been so set on the image she was to show her new family, she would have cried then and there. She felt eyes on her, looking up at Vangelis, who was looking at her and not her sister. Her shoulders straightened and she brightened.
He would have been right in his assumption that having her sister here made her truly happy.
She made a direct path towards her sister, taking the liberty of pressing a kiss to her sister’s head in greeting before moving to take her place at the table. But she was stopped by the youngest prince, who seemed nervous and anxious for what he had to do. It was when he pulled the small bouquet out for her to see that any further nerves of her own dissipated into nothingness. Her heart melted with the simple gesture, taking the handpicked bunch of purple and white flowers in her own hands. Taking in a deep breath, she inhaled their subtly sweet scent with a grin. ”That is most kind of you, Prince Dion.” Her eyes drifted to Vangelis, who was watching the scene with a look of amusement. Did she look as truly relaxed as she now felt? Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to Dion’s cheek in thanks, enjoying the way he seemed to turn bright pink, dashing off quickly to join his father and uncle in the company of King Tython.
Like the rest, she would refrain from finding her own seat until Yanni was in the room. She did, however, place the flowers in the water cup that had been at her seat, so that she could enjoy them later.
There was little denying that Selene was struggling with the concept of this dinner. Perhaps the harmony she felt within her family was not real, something she had convinced herself was really there when it wasn’t. A gaggle of girls would bring drama, but that just appeared normal to her. It was a part of her life. But she wanted to make a good impression upon the Kotas family, and it seemed as if the Gods were testing her.
Send the family into chaos, then see how well they behaved.
She hoped that she appeared far more serene than she felt as the family slowly gathered into the room. The last thing she wanted was to give any indication of what she was really feeling. Her family might know, and perhaps Vangelis, if he was aware of her mannerisms as she thought he was. But there was no nervous fidget, no need to spin the cuff on her wrist as she used to do obsessively. All she wanted was for this night to go well, to be welcomed into the Kotas family with open arms and no regrets.
But it wasn’t until Pia entered, looking a bit flustered, that Selene could truly relax. The eldest did not wish to make her sister more upset with her own news, worried that she may think she was trying to cause her grief. If she had any inclination as to what the topic would be, she put it behind and showed up for her sister. If Selene hadn’t been so set on the image she was to show her new family, she would have cried then and there. She felt eyes on her, looking up at Vangelis, who was looking at her and not her sister. Her shoulders straightened and she brightened.
He would have been right in his assumption that having her sister here made her truly happy.
She made a direct path towards her sister, taking the liberty of pressing a kiss to her sister’s head in greeting before moving to take her place at the table. But she was stopped by the youngest prince, who seemed nervous and anxious for what he had to do. It was when he pulled the small bouquet out for her to see that any further nerves of her own dissipated into nothingness. Her heart melted with the simple gesture, taking the handpicked bunch of purple and white flowers in her own hands. Taking in a deep breath, she inhaled their subtly sweet scent with a grin. ”That is most kind of you, Prince Dion.” Her eyes drifted to Vangelis, who was watching the scene with a look of amusement. Did she look as truly relaxed as she now felt? Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to Dion’s cheek in thanks, enjoying the way he seemed to turn bright pink, dashing off quickly to join his father and uncle in the company of King Tython.
Like the rest, she would refrain from finding her own seat until Yanni was in the room. She did, however, place the flowers in the water cup that had been at her seat, so that she could enjoy them later.
The past few weeks had felt like a complete whirlwind, with everything that had happened she had felt completely exhausted, mentally and physically. With the thought that she had lost her husband, and the attempt on her son’s life, and then another attempt on her husband’s life, plus everything that had happened in between. She felt like it would be all too easy to break down and just not get out of bed. Yet, she hadn’t. Yanni kept her composure, and she played the part of strong and dependable Queen.
Her only respite from the exhaustion was being back in her husbands arms. Though his days were filled with business and investigating everything that had happened, and hers will filled with running the household, the nights were theirs. They had spent every night staying up late, talking and just enjoying each other. It was the only thing that had kept her going, after thinking she had lost him forever, her heart beat stronger for him.
Now, they were going to sit down as a family, for the first time since her husband had returned.
Yanni knew that it was supposed to be a casual meeting, but she was never one to be less than presentable in front of others under most circumstances. She dressed herself in a comfortable day dress, a deep and sophisticated blue in colour, accented by subtle hints of white. She didn’t wear much for jewelry, sticking to her wedding ring and the pendant necklace she always wore, the one given to her by her husband after the birth of their daughter. Her hair was left down, cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She looked every bit the graceful Queen she always did, but in a more comfortable way than if she were going out in public.
She knew that her husband had likely gone down already, and the rest of the family would likely be there as well. Her business for the day had run a little late, and so it had caused her to run a bit late getting to the dinner. Yet she knew that her husband would wait forever for her if he needed to. Not that she would keep him waiting. She planned on capitalizing on any time she could get with him, and their children. It felt like it had been forever since the last time they had all truly been together as a family.
She made her way to the dining hall where they had all begun to gather, and she stepped into the room, her brown eyes sweeping over her children, feeling her heart swell with the love she felt for them, though her face held it’s usual neutral expression. Then her eyes moved to her husband, who stood waiting for her at the head of the table. She could have sworn that her heart stopped as she saw him, and a soft smile came across her lips.
She walked towards the spot waiting for her, touching her sons shoulders momentarily as she passed each of them. Approaching her husband, she looked up at him. He had always towered over her, and despite their advancing age, he still made her feel warm and safe.
She pulled her gaze from her husband, the look shared between them was enough sweetness for her, at least in front of others. Behind closed doors, they were far more romantic. She had a hard time believing that there was a time in her marriage where she wasn’t in love with the man she now stood beside.
She sat as her husband pulled her chair out for her, taking her spot at his side. She then let her eyes roam over the faces who gathered there, taking note of all who were in attendance.
She did not apologize for her delay, feeling no need for such things in current company. The only one she might have offered apologies to was her husband, but she knew that he did not mind waiting for her. She smiled as her grandson came running over after interacting with Lady Selene, the boy stood by her chair and she ruffled his hair. Though he had been the reason for a rather rocky start to her daughter in laws introduction to the family, she loved him greatly.
“Go find your seat.” She said to him softly, shooing the boy to where he should be sitting before she turned her attentions to her husband once more.
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The past few weeks had felt like a complete whirlwind, with everything that had happened she had felt completely exhausted, mentally and physically. With the thought that she had lost her husband, and the attempt on her son’s life, and then another attempt on her husband’s life, plus everything that had happened in between. She felt like it would be all too easy to break down and just not get out of bed. Yet, she hadn’t. Yanni kept her composure, and she played the part of strong and dependable Queen.
Her only respite from the exhaustion was being back in her husbands arms. Though his days were filled with business and investigating everything that had happened, and hers will filled with running the household, the nights were theirs. They had spent every night staying up late, talking and just enjoying each other. It was the only thing that had kept her going, after thinking she had lost him forever, her heart beat stronger for him.
Now, they were going to sit down as a family, for the first time since her husband had returned.
Yanni knew that it was supposed to be a casual meeting, but she was never one to be less than presentable in front of others under most circumstances. She dressed herself in a comfortable day dress, a deep and sophisticated blue in colour, accented by subtle hints of white. She didn’t wear much for jewelry, sticking to her wedding ring and the pendant necklace she always wore, the one given to her by her husband after the birth of their daughter. Her hair was left down, cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She looked every bit the graceful Queen she always did, but in a more comfortable way than if she were going out in public.
She knew that her husband had likely gone down already, and the rest of the family would likely be there as well. Her business for the day had run a little late, and so it had caused her to run a bit late getting to the dinner. Yet she knew that her husband would wait forever for her if he needed to. Not that she would keep him waiting. She planned on capitalizing on any time she could get with him, and their children. It felt like it had been forever since the last time they had all truly been together as a family.
She made her way to the dining hall where they had all begun to gather, and she stepped into the room, her brown eyes sweeping over her children, feeling her heart swell with the love she felt for them, though her face held it’s usual neutral expression. Then her eyes moved to her husband, who stood waiting for her at the head of the table. She could have sworn that her heart stopped as she saw him, and a soft smile came across her lips.
She walked towards the spot waiting for her, touching her sons shoulders momentarily as she passed each of them. Approaching her husband, she looked up at him. He had always towered over her, and despite their advancing age, he still made her feel warm and safe.
She pulled her gaze from her husband, the look shared between them was enough sweetness for her, at least in front of others. Behind closed doors, they were far more romantic. She had a hard time believing that there was a time in her marriage where she wasn’t in love with the man she now stood beside.
She sat as her husband pulled her chair out for her, taking her spot at his side. She then let her eyes roam over the faces who gathered there, taking note of all who were in attendance.
She did not apologize for her delay, feeling no need for such things in current company. The only one she might have offered apologies to was her husband, but she knew that he did not mind waiting for her. She smiled as her grandson came running over after interacting with Lady Selene, the boy stood by her chair and she ruffled his hair. Though he had been the reason for a rather rocky start to her daughter in laws introduction to the family, she loved him greatly.
“Go find your seat.” She said to him softly, shooing the boy to where he should be sitting before she turned her attentions to her husband once more.
The past few weeks had felt like a complete whirlwind, with everything that had happened she had felt completely exhausted, mentally and physically. With the thought that she had lost her husband, and the attempt on her son’s life, and then another attempt on her husband’s life, plus everything that had happened in between. She felt like it would be all too easy to break down and just not get out of bed. Yet, she hadn’t. Yanni kept her composure, and she played the part of strong and dependable Queen.
Her only respite from the exhaustion was being back in her husbands arms. Though his days were filled with business and investigating everything that had happened, and hers will filled with running the household, the nights were theirs. They had spent every night staying up late, talking and just enjoying each other. It was the only thing that had kept her going, after thinking she had lost him forever, her heart beat stronger for him.
Now, they were going to sit down as a family, for the first time since her husband had returned.
Yanni knew that it was supposed to be a casual meeting, but she was never one to be less than presentable in front of others under most circumstances. She dressed herself in a comfortable day dress, a deep and sophisticated blue in colour, accented by subtle hints of white. She didn’t wear much for jewelry, sticking to her wedding ring and the pendant necklace she always wore, the one given to her by her husband after the birth of their daughter. Her hair was left down, cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She looked every bit the graceful Queen she always did, but in a more comfortable way than if she were going out in public.
She knew that her husband had likely gone down already, and the rest of the family would likely be there as well. Her business for the day had run a little late, and so it had caused her to run a bit late getting to the dinner. Yet she knew that her husband would wait forever for her if he needed to. Not that she would keep him waiting. She planned on capitalizing on any time she could get with him, and their children. It felt like it had been forever since the last time they had all truly been together as a family.
She made her way to the dining hall where they had all begun to gather, and she stepped into the room, her brown eyes sweeping over her children, feeling her heart swell with the love she felt for them, though her face held it’s usual neutral expression. Then her eyes moved to her husband, who stood waiting for her at the head of the table. She could have sworn that her heart stopped as she saw him, and a soft smile came across her lips.
She walked towards the spot waiting for her, touching her sons shoulders momentarily as she passed each of them. Approaching her husband, she looked up at him. He had always towered over her, and despite their advancing age, he still made her feel warm and safe.
She pulled her gaze from her husband, the look shared between them was enough sweetness for her, at least in front of others. Behind closed doors, they were far more romantic. She had a hard time believing that there was a time in her marriage where she wasn’t in love with the man she now stood beside.
She sat as her husband pulled her chair out for her, taking her spot at his side. She then let her eyes roam over the faces who gathered there, taking note of all who were in attendance.
She did not apologize for her delay, feeling no need for such things in current company. The only one she might have offered apologies to was her husband, but she knew that he did not mind waiting for her. She smiled as her grandson came running over after interacting with Lady Selene, the boy stood by her chair and she ruffled his hair. Though he had been the reason for a rather rocky start to her daughter in laws introduction to the family, she loved him greatly.
“Go find your seat.” She said to him softly, shooing the boy to where he should be sitting before she turned her attentions to her husband once more.