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Vangelis watched the little interaction between Selene and his nephew with a strange feeling of nostalgia mixed with expectation. The scene reminded him of his brothers, for there were a large number of years between himself and Silas and he recalled Silas' years of youth easily enough. Dion might look like a solid cross of Thanasi and Kotas genes but he behaved as Silas did; with empathy and engagement with others. He felt a sense of shifting, memories of his mother accepting flowers and gifts from her youngest son, mixed with those of now with Selene and a dark haired Kotas boy.
He blinked and Selene had stood, Dion had turned back to his father and the sensation evaporated.
With the entrance of his mother, Vangelis' gaze softened in a way that it did not to any other. Whilst his father was the goal and ambition of his world; the living testament to which he hoped to one day live, his mother was his rock. The epicentre of his reality. It was her unyielding guidance and unwavering devotion that had led him to be the man that he now was and she held a very particular part of his heart, not to mention his undying fealty.
When she arrived into the room, Vangelis' felt a warmth of security and safety in his chest that all children feel in the presence of their parents, regardless of age, and he bowed a head in polite greeting to her from across the room. As she moved around the table, touching the shoulders of Silas and Yiannis (who had made it to the meal after all, looking windswept and harried but nonetheless present), Vangelis smiled and bent low when she waved off Dion to his seat and came to join her husband and two eldest sons.
"Mother." He greeted, one hand coming to her elbow and his lips giving a chaste brush to her temple. When he was younger, such a gesture might have been given to her cheek. But now that Vangelis towered over his matriarch as much as his father did, it had become habit to increase the height of the moment of affection.
He said nothing else, for Vangelis was not a man of great words of affectation and, instead, his moment of outward compassion - regardless of hour chaste - spoke volumes in a man normally so stoic.
Within moments of the Queen's arrival, everyone was permitted to take their seats...
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Vangelis watched the little interaction between Selene and his nephew with a strange feeling of nostalgia mixed with expectation. The scene reminded him of his brothers, for there were a large number of years between himself and Silas and he recalled Silas' years of youth easily enough. Dion might look like a solid cross of Thanasi and Kotas genes but he behaved as Silas did; with empathy and engagement with others. He felt a sense of shifting, memories of his mother accepting flowers and gifts from her youngest son, mixed with those of now with Selene and a dark haired Kotas boy.
He blinked and Selene had stood, Dion had turned back to his father and the sensation evaporated.
With the entrance of his mother, Vangelis' gaze softened in a way that it did not to any other. Whilst his father was the goal and ambition of his world; the living testament to which he hoped to one day live, his mother was his rock. The epicentre of his reality. It was her unyielding guidance and unwavering devotion that had led him to be the man that he now was and she held a very particular part of his heart, not to mention his undying fealty.
When she arrived into the room, Vangelis' felt a warmth of security and safety in his chest that all children feel in the presence of their parents, regardless of age, and he bowed a head in polite greeting to her from across the room. As she moved around the table, touching the shoulders of Silas and Yiannis (who had made it to the meal after all, looking windswept and harried but nonetheless present), Vangelis smiled and bent low when she waved off Dion to his seat and came to join her husband and two eldest sons.
"Mother." He greeted, one hand coming to her elbow and his lips giving a chaste brush to her temple. When he was younger, such a gesture might have been given to her cheek. But now that Vangelis towered over his matriarch as much as his father did, it had become habit to increase the height of the moment of affection.
He said nothing else, for Vangelis was not a man of great words of affectation and, instead, his moment of outward compassion - regardless of hour chaste - spoke volumes in a man normally so stoic.
Within moments of the Queen's arrival, everyone was permitted to take their seats...
Vangelis watched the little interaction between Selene and his nephew with a strange feeling of nostalgia mixed with expectation. The scene reminded him of his brothers, for there were a large number of years between himself and Silas and he recalled Silas' years of youth easily enough. Dion might look like a solid cross of Thanasi and Kotas genes but he behaved as Silas did; with empathy and engagement with others. He felt a sense of shifting, memories of his mother accepting flowers and gifts from her youngest son, mixed with those of now with Selene and a dark haired Kotas boy.
He blinked and Selene had stood, Dion had turned back to his father and the sensation evaporated.
With the entrance of his mother, Vangelis' gaze softened in a way that it did not to any other. Whilst his father was the goal and ambition of his world; the living testament to which he hoped to one day live, his mother was his rock. The epicentre of his reality. It was her unyielding guidance and unwavering devotion that had led him to be the man that he now was and she held a very particular part of his heart, not to mention his undying fealty.
When she arrived into the room, Vangelis' felt a warmth of security and safety in his chest that all children feel in the presence of their parents, regardless of age, and he bowed a head in polite greeting to her from across the room. As she moved around the table, touching the shoulders of Silas and Yiannis (who had made it to the meal after all, looking windswept and harried but nonetheless present), Vangelis smiled and bent low when she waved off Dion to his seat and came to join her husband and two eldest sons.
"Mother." He greeted, one hand coming to her elbow and his lips giving a chaste brush to her temple. When he was younger, such a gesture might have been given to her cheek. But now that Vangelis towered over his matriarch as much as his father did, it had become habit to increase the height of the moment of affection.
He said nothing else, for Vangelis was not a man of great words of affectation and, instead, his moment of outward compassion - regardless of hour chaste - spoke volumes in a man normally so stoic.
Within moments of the Queen's arrival, everyone was permitted to take their seats...
There were several things that saved him from the savage tongue of Lady Evelli. The first was the breath of fresh air that was Athanasia’s presence. Her very appearance lightened the room and thankfully gave him something to distract himself with. He drank his wine, watching his friend’s younger sister cross the room to her seat. Attempting to catch her eye, he gave her a nod so that he could be doing something other than speaking to his mother-in-law. The second thing that saved him was the entrance of the king. King Tython looked around, his usual flat expression betraying what a nice day he was having. The king ambled up in front of the table where Stephanos sat and looked down at him. Stephanos stood in order to show a bit of respect and put down his cup. "Are your accommodations to your liking, Stephanos?" Tython asked.
“They are, your majesty.” He trusted that Vangelis hadn’t told his father about what had befallen the apartments upon his first arriving in them. That was best left in the past, since it wouldn’t happen again. For certain.
"Is there anything that you are needing that has not already been provided?" the king went on.
Stephanos shook his head. “No, I thank you. Your son does you proud. He has seen to our every need. Him and Princess Evras both. She is the epitome of a gracious host. My wife and I intend not to be trouble to your house.” He kept his injured arm at his side, feeling it throb just the tiniest bit in the king’s presence. Not that that meant anything but it was odd all the same. Stephanos glanced away from Tython for a moment, accidentally caught Nana’s eye, and jerked his gaze elsewhere. Next to Evelli, Nana of Leventi was just as bad.
At that moment, Vangelis and Selene entered the room and Tython’s attention naturally deviated in that direction. Stephanos took that moment to sit back down, ever aware of Evelli and took to nursing the wine in his cup again. He’d need it to get through this. As though to grant him further strength, Olympia’s form appeared in the doorway and Stephanos stood once more, eyes pinned to her as she dipped in apology at being late. His lips parted and he watched in naked gratitude that she’d come. He hadn’t blamed her for staying in their apartment with Tisiphone, but he was easier in his spirit with her near. Her use of his title as husband as a term of endearment made him murmur “Wife,” in return.
Pia tucked her hand into his and took the seat beside him. He sat back down and gathered her against him as she leaned in. His sheild was now here and he felt that he could face this dinner much easier with Pia present. After all, how could Evelli argue with him now that Pia was here and obviously so content? It was like their long fight had never happened and he was happy to put it behind them. They were in Colchis now. This was a new start. No need to dredge up ghosts of the past.
"It seems you have not quite exhausted me enough. I had the presence of mind to attend after all,” Pia murmured in his ear. Stephanos grinned and turned his head to press his lips against her ear in order to whisper back.
“I’ll try harder tonight,” he promised.
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There were several things that saved him from the savage tongue of Lady Evelli. The first was the breath of fresh air that was Athanasia’s presence. Her very appearance lightened the room and thankfully gave him something to distract himself with. He drank his wine, watching his friend’s younger sister cross the room to her seat. Attempting to catch her eye, he gave her a nod so that he could be doing something other than speaking to his mother-in-law. The second thing that saved him was the entrance of the king. King Tython looked around, his usual flat expression betraying what a nice day he was having. The king ambled up in front of the table where Stephanos sat and looked down at him. Stephanos stood in order to show a bit of respect and put down his cup. "Are your accommodations to your liking, Stephanos?" Tython asked.
“They are, your majesty.” He trusted that Vangelis hadn’t told his father about what had befallen the apartments upon his first arriving in them. That was best left in the past, since it wouldn’t happen again. For certain.
"Is there anything that you are needing that has not already been provided?" the king went on.
Stephanos shook his head. “No, I thank you. Your son does you proud. He has seen to our every need. Him and Princess Evras both. She is the epitome of a gracious host. My wife and I intend not to be trouble to your house.” He kept his injured arm at his side, feeling it throb just the tiniest bit in the king’s presence. Not that that meant anything but it was odd all the same. Stephanos glanced away from Tython for a moment, accidentally caught Nana’s eye, and jerked his gaze elsewhere. Next to Evelli, Nana of Leventi was just as bad.
At that moment, Vangelis and Selene entered the room and Tython’s attention naturally deviated in that direction. Stephanos took that moment to sit back down, ever aware of Evelli and took to nursing the wine in his cup again. He’d need it to get through this. As though to grant him further strength, Olympia’s form appeared in the doorway and Stephanos stood once more, eyes pinned to her as she dipped in apology at being late. His lips parted and he watched in naked gratitude that she’d come. He hadn’t blamed her for staying in their apartment with Tisiphone, but he was easier in his spirit with her near. Her use of his title as husband as a term of endearment made him murmur “Wife,” in return.
Pia tucked her hand into his and took the seat beside him. He sat back down and gathered her against him as she leaned in. His sheild was now here and he felt that he could face this dinner much easier with Pia present. After all, how could Evelli argue with him now that Pia was here and obviously so content? It was like their long fight had never happened and he was happy to put it behind them. They were in Colchis now. This was a new start. No need to dredge up ghosts of the past.
"It seems you have not quite exhausted me enough. I had the presence of mind to attend after all,” Pia murmured in his ear. Stephanos grinned and turned his head to press his lips against her ear in order to whisper back.
“I’ll try harder tonight,” he promised.
There were several things that saved him from the savage tongue of Lady Evelli. The first was the breath of fresh air that was Athanasia’s presence. Her very appearance lightened the room and thankfully gave him something to distract himself with. He drank his wine, watching his friend’s younger sister cross the room to her seat. Attempting to catch her eye, he gave her a nod so that he could be doing something other than speaking to his mother-in-law. The second thing that saved him was the entrance of the king. King Tython looked around, his usual flat expression betraying what a nice day he was having. The king ambled up in front of the table where Stephanos sat and looked down at him. Stephanos stood in order to show a bit of respect and put down his cup. "Are your accommodations to your liking, Stephanos?" Tython asked.
“They are, your majesty.” He trusted that Vangelis hadn’t told his father about what had befallen the apartments upon his first arriving in them. That was best left in the past, since it wouldn’t happen again. For certain.
"Is there anything that you are needing that has not already been provided?" the king went on.
Stephanos shook his head. “No, I thank you. Your son does you proud. He has seen to our every need. Him and Princess Evras both. She is the epitome of a gracious host. My wife and I intend not to be trouble to your house.” He kept his injured arm at his side, feeling it throb just the tiniest bit in the king’s presence. Not that that meant anything but it was odd all the same. Stephanos glanced away from Tython for a moment, accidentally caught Nana’s eye, and jerked his gaze elsewhere. Next to Evelli, Nana of Leventi was just as bad.
At that moment, Vangelis and Selene entered the room and Tython’s attention naturally deviated in that direction. Stephanos took that moment to sit back down, ever aware of Evelli and took to nursing the wine in his cup again. He’d need it to get through this. As though to grant him further strength, Olympia’s form appeared in the doorway and Stephanos stood once more, eyes pinned to her as she dipped in apology at being late. His lips parted and he watched in naked gratitude that she’d come. He hadn’t blamed her for staying in their apartment with Tisiphone, but he was easier in his spirit with her near. Her use of his title as husband as a term of endearment made him murmur “Wife,” in return.
Pia tucked her hand into his and took the seat beside him. He sat back down and gathered her against him as she leaned in. His sheild was now here and he felt that he could face this dinner much easier with Pia present. After all, how could Evelli argue with him now that Pia was here and obviously so content? It was like their long fight had never happened and he was happy to put it behind them. They were in Colchis now. This was a new start. No need to dredge up ghosts of the past.
"It seems you have not quite exhausted me enough. I had the presence of mind to attend after all,” Pia murmured in his ear. Stephanos grinned and turned his head to press his lips against her ear in order to whisper back.
“I’ll try harder tonight,” he promised.
Ever since the feast, a little over a week ago things had been tense in the Drakos household. Imeeya had been kept under a tight watch after the rumors that had been going around during the dinner. As far as Imeeya was concerned, it was completely unfair. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and she certainly hadn’t wanted to talk to the pirate any longer than she absolutely had to. She had no earthly idea why anyone would think she would stoop to such a level to have some sort of romantic relationship with such a man. Yet for some reason, her mother seemed to have decided that Imeeya was completely irresponsible and had to be kept at home for her own safety.
Under other circumstances, Imeeya would have rather been anywhere else than spending time with her mother. Essa had managed to beg out of the dinner, and Imeeya had seriously considered it but she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to spend some time outside the house. Not to mention, she was curious to hear what had happened to her uncle and king. Everyone had thought him dead at sea, and his sudden reappearance had been a welcome relief for her entire family. Imeeya was sure that her mother was also eager to spend time with the brother that she had thought dead.
Over the last few days, where Imeeya had barely been permitted to last leave the house, Imeeya hadn’t spent much time on her appearance. Why would she spend the time to make herself look good for only her mother and her sister to see? Today, however, with a purpose and an opportunity to make herself look good, Imeeya took the extra time to perfect her appearance for the occasion. She wore a silk peplos in a medium blue that was edged in a pattern of gold thread that made her eyes appear a deeper blue than the normally did. Her hair was expertly braided up with a matching blue ribbon so that it framed her head and then cascaded down her back. The whole ensemble was finished with an ornate gold necklace around her throat and a few gold bands around each wrist.
Imeeya met her mother on the way to the carriage. Tythra was attired in a similar fashion if anything she was somehow more magnificent, though Imeeya couldn’t say why. Her peplos was of an emerald green, and her hair was perfectly coiffed into a tangle of curls on the back of her head. A thin gold band marked her status as a princess of Colchis. Soon the carriage arrived at the Kotas manner and the two of them disembarked and entered into the house, where the servants showed them into the room for dinner, where everyone was already beginning to sit.
While Imeeya found the two of them seats, Tythra addressed their hostess, Queen Yanni “I apologize for our tardiness, Your Majesty. And my apologies to all of your guests for any delay to dinner.” With that Tythra took her own seat next to Imeeya.
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Ever since the feast, a little over a week ago things had been tense in the Drakos household. Imeeya had been kept under a tight watch after the rumors that had been going around during the dinner. As far as Imeeya was concerned, it was completely unfair. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and she certainly hadn’t wanted to talk to the pirate any longer than she absolutely had to. She had no earthly idea why anyone would think she would stoop to such a level to have some sort of romantic relationship with such a man. Yet for some reason, her mother seemed to have decided that Imeeya was completely irresponsible and had to be kept at home for her own safety.
Under other circumstances, Imeeya would have rather been anywhere else than spending time with her mother. Essa had managed to beg out of the dinner, and Imeeya had seriously considered it but she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to spend some time outside the house. Not to mention, she was curious to hear what had happened to her uncle and king. Everyone had thought him dead at sea, and his sudden reappearance had been a welcome relief for her entire family. Imeeya was sure that her mother was also eager to spend time with the brother that she had thought dead.
Over the last few days, where Imeeya had barely been permitted to last leave the house, Imeeya hadn’t spent much time on her appearance. Why would she spend the time to make herself look good for only her mother and her sister to see? Today, however, with a purpose and an opportunity to make herself look good, Imeeya took the extra time to perfect her appearance for the occasion. She wore a silk peplos in a medium blue that was edged in a pattern of gold thread that made her eyes appear a deeper blue than the normally did. Her hair was expertly braided up with a matching blue ribbon so that it framed her head and then cascaded down her back. The whole ensemble was finished with an ornate gold necklace around her throat and a few gold bands around each wrist.
Imeeya met her mother on the way to the carriage. Tythra was attired in a similar fashion if anything she was somehow more magnificent, though Imeeya couldn’t say why. Her peplos was of an emerald green, and her hair was perfectly coiffed into a tangle of curls on the back of her head. A thin gold band marked her status as a princess of Colchis. Soon the carriage arrived at the Kotas manner and the two of them disembarked and entered into the house, where the servants showed them into the room for dinner, where everyone was already beginning to sit.
While Imeeya found the two of them seats, Tythra addressed their hostess, Queen Yanni “I apologize for our tardiness, Your Majesty. And my apologies to all of your guests for any delay to dinner.” With that Tythra took her own seat next to Imeeya.
Ever since the feast, a little over a week ago things had been tense in the Drakos household. Imeeya had been kept under a tight watch after the rumors that had been going around during the dinner. As far as Imeeya was concerned, it was completely unfair. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and she certainly hadn’t wanted to talk to the pirate any longer than she absolutely had to. She had no earthly idea why anyone would think she would stoop to such a level to have some sort of romantic relationship with such a man. Yet for some reason, her mother seemed to have decided that Imeeya was completely irresponsible and had to be kept at home for her own safety.
Under other circumstances, Imeeya would have rather been anywhere else than spending time with her mother. Essa had managed to beg out of the dinner, and Imeeya had seriously considered it but she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to spend some time outside the house. Not to mention, she was curious to hear what had happened to her uncle and king. Everyone had thought him dead at sea, and his sudden reappearance had been a welcome relief for her entire family. Imeeya was sure that her mother was also eager to spend time with the brother that she had thought dead.
Over the last few days, where Imeeya had barely been permitted to last leave the house, Imeeya hadn’t spent much time on her appearance. Why would she spend the time to make herself look good for only her mother and her sister to see? Today, however, with a purpose and an opportunity to make herself look good, Imeeya took the extra time to perfect her appearance for the occasion. She wore a silk peplos in a medium blue that was edged in a pattern of gold thread that made her eyes appear a deeper blue than the normally did. Her hair was expertly braided up with a matching blue ribbon so that it framed her head and then cascaded down her back. The whole ensemble was finished with an ornate gold necklace around her throat and a few gold bands around each wrist.
Imeeya met her mother on the way to the carriage. Tythra was attired in a similar fashion if anything she was somehow more magnificent, though Imeeya couldn’t say why. Her peplos was of an emerald green, and her hair was perfectly coiffed into a tangle of curls on the back of her head. A thin gold band marked her status as a princess of Colchis. Soon the carriage arrived at the Kotas manner and the two of them disembarked and entered into the house, where the servants showed them into the room for dinner, where everyone was already beginning to sit.
While Imeeya found the two of them seats, Tythra addressed their hostess, Queen Yanni “I apologize for our tardiness, Your Majesty. And my apologies to all of your guests for any delay to dinner.” With that Tythra took her own seat next to Imeeya.
Tython was content to stand back and watch the quiet reunions of his family. These were the moments that he quietly lived for. The ones that he wanted more than anything. If he had a choice between Kingdom, crown, and family, he would always choose his family. It was a silent vow, but it was Colchis that would always be second to the health and safety of his own. It had been an assertion that had been damn near beaten into him when he was younger and it was not one that he would let go of now. Not when the safety of his family seemed penultimate with war on the horizon. Most of his sons, save for Zanon, would sail off with him and the rest of the Colchian armies, leaving his wife, his daughter, his sister, niece, daughter-in-law, and grandson behind with the second prince.
It was not ideal, but the war against Egypt would mean that the armies would need all of the strength and direction that they could get. It was not ideal, but it was vital.
Watching each member of his family enter the dining hall in turn, Tython first found himself looking into the face of the crown prince. The quiet greeting was laced with the same devotion that Vangelis had always shown to his father and Tython found himself tipping his chin in silent acceptance. He motioned with only his eyes to the man's seat, quietly instructing that he took it so that the family could get started. He was not blind to the closeness of his son to the young Leventi woman, but until the matter was brought to him, he would not comment. He had found long ago that it was not truly his place to question what it was his sons did, for he knew that if they felt it necessary, then it would happen. While Tython had initially been insulted by Zanon's request to marry the now princess Evras, the arrangement had turned out for the good of the family.
Prince Dion was a favored member of the family and he would one day also sail out to war just has his grandfather and uncles before him. That was what would be expected of him, and no amount of affection for the boy could truly change the course of destiny for the Kotas family. They were a military family. It had always, and would always, run in their blood.
Tython witnessed the arrival of both Zanon and Prince Dion with the same silence that he had recieved Vangelis in. Silence was the key, here. While everyone was glad to assemble and partake in the water or wine that was already being passed around, it was Tython's silence that would make the entire affair uncomfortable until everyone chose to finally take their seats. Though, Tython also remained aware that no one would sit until Yanni had found her own seat. That knowledge had his stormy gaze dragging toward the heavy doors of the dining hall and straightening the slightest bit as the queen entered the hall herself.
He waited patiently for her to approach his side, his gaze sliding to hers with an affection in his gaze that he would not hide. In his older age and after faking his death, he did not have time nor desire to hide what it was he was feeling. And he refused to. He let his gaze show just how much he loved his queen before moving to the side in order to pull her chair out for her. Helping her slide in as she sat down, his fingertips very lightly grazed the delicate flesh at the back of her neck as he moved to stand beside his own chair.
The King would not seat himself until everyone had arrived and seated themselves. Thankfully, everyone seemed to finally get the point and started to settle into their seats. His gaze lifted in time to watch Lady Imeeya and his sister enter the dining hall, a slight nod given to both of them to accept their apology for being late. It was only when everyone had seated that Tython sunk into his own seat beside his Queen and cast his gaze across the table to everyone that was dining with them. All of his sons had arrived, which pleased him deeply.
"I welcome you all to dinner," Tython finally said in calm, collected greeting of his family and their guests. "I know that the last weeks have been nothing short of confusing and I wish to make my apologies now, for it was never my intention to leave my family in such sorrow and disarray," he finished, making a motion to one of the servants to start bringing the first courses of food around to the table.
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Tython was content to stand back and watch the quiet reunions of his family. These were the moments that he quietly lived for. The ones that he wanted more than anything. If he had a choice between Kingdom, crown, and family, he would always choose his family. It was a silent vow, but it was Colchis that would always be second to the health and safety of his own. It had been an assertion that had been damn near beaten into him when he was younger and it was not one that he would let go of now. Not when the safety of his family seemed penultimate with war on the horizon. Most of his sons, save for Zanon, would sail off with him and the rest of the Colchian armies, leaving his wife, his daughter, his sister, niece, daughter-in-law, and grandson behind with the second prince.
It was not ideal, but the war against Egypt would mean that the armies would need all of the strength and direction that they could get. It was not ideal, but it was vital.
Watching each member of his family enter the dining hall in turn, Tython first found himself looking into the face of the crown prince. The quiet greeting was laced with the same devotion that Vangelis had always shown to his father and Tython found himself tipping his chin in silent acceptance. He motioned with only his eyes to the man's seat, quietly instructing that he took it so that the family could get started. He was not blind to the closeness of his son to the young Leventi woman, but until the matter was brought to him, he would not comment. He had found long ago that it was not truly his place to question what it was his sons did, for he knew that if they felt it necessary, then it would happen. While Tython had initially been insulted by Zanon's request to marry the now princess Evras, the arrangement had turned out for the good of the family.
Prince Dion was a favored member of the family and he would one day also sail out to war just has his grandfather and uncles before him. That was what would be expected of him, and no amount of affection for the boy could truly change the course of destiny for the Kotas family. They were a military family. It had always, and would always, run in their blood.
Tython witnessed the arrival of both Zanon and Prince Dion with the same silence that he had recieved Vangelis in. Silence was the key, here. While everyone was glad to assemble and partake in the water or wine that was already being passed around, it was Tython's silence that would make the entire affair uncomfortable until everyone chose to finally take their seats. Though, Tython also remained aware that no one would sit until Yanni had found her own seat. That knowledge had his stormy gaze dragging toward the heavy doors of the dining hall and straightening the slightest bit as the queen entered the hall herself.
He waited patiently for her to approach his side, his gaze sliding to hers with an affection in his gaze that he would not hide. In his older age and after faking his death, he did not have time nor desire to hide what it was he was feeling. And he refused to. He let his gaze show just how much he loved his queen before moving to the side in order to pull her chair out for her. Helping her slide in as she sat down, his fingertips very lightly grazed the delicate flesh at the back of her neck as he moved to stand beside his own chair.
The King would not seat himself until everyone had arrived and seated themselves. Thankfully, everyone seemed to finally get the point and started to settle into their seats. His gaze lifted in time to watch Lady Imeeya and his sister enter the dining hall, a slight nod given to both of them to accept their apology for being late. It was only when everyone had seated that Tython sunk into his own seat beside his Queen and cast his gaze across the table to everyone that was dining with them. All of his sons had arrived, which pleased him deeply.
"I welcome you all to dinner," Tython finally said in calm, collected greeting of his family and their guests. "I know that the last weeks have been nothing short of confusing and I wish to make my apologies now, for it was never my intention to leave my family in such sorrow and disarray," he finished, making a motion to one of the servants to start bringing the first courses of food around to the table.
Tython was content to stand back and watch the quiet reunions of his family. These were the moments that he quietly lived for. The ones that he wanted more than anything. If he had a choice between Kingdom, crown, and family, he would always choose his family. It was a silent vow, but it was Colchis that would always be second to the health and safety of his own. It had been an assertion that had been damn near beaten into him when he was younger and it was not one that he would let go of now. Not when the safety of his family seemed penultimate with war on the horizon. Most of his sons, save for Zanon, would sail off with him and the rest of the Colchian armies, leaving his wife, his daughter, his sister, niece, daughter-in-law, and grandson behind with the second prince.
It was not ideal, but the war against Egypt would mean that the armies would need all of the strength and direction that they could get. It was not ideal, but it was vital.
Watching each member of his family enter the dining hall in turn, Tython first found himself looking into the face of the crown prince. The quiet greeting was laced with the same devotion that Vangelis had always shown to his father and Tython found himself tipping his chin in silent acceptance. He motioned with only his eyes to the man's seat, quietly instructing that he took it so that the family could get started. He was not blind to the closeness of his son to the young Leventi woman, but until the matter was brought to him, he would not comment. He had found long ago that it was not truly his place to question what it was his sons did, for he knew that if they felt it necessary, then it would happen. While Tython had initially been insulted by Zanon's request to marry the now princess Evras, the arrangement had turned out for the good of the family.
Prince Dion was a favored member of the family and he would one day also sail out to war just has his grandfather and uncles before him. That was what would be expected of him, and no amount of affection for the boy could truly change the course of destiny for the Kotas family. They were a military family. It had always, and would always, run in their blood.
Tython witnessed the arrival of both Zanon and Prince Dion with the same silence that he had recieved Vangelis in. Silence was the key, here. While everyone was glad to assemble and partake in the water or wine that was already being passed around, it was Tython's silence that would make the entire affair uncomfortable until everyone chose to finally take their seats. Though, Tython also remained aware that no one would sit until Yanni had found her own seat. That knowledge had his stormy gaze dragging toward the heavy doors of the dining hall and straightening the slightest bit as the queen entered the hall herself.
He waited patiently for her to approach his side, his gaze sliding to hers with an affection in his gaze that he would not hide. In his older age and after faking his death, he did not have time nor desire to hide what it was he was feeling. And he refused to. He let his gaze show just how much he loved his queen before moving to the side in order to pull her chair out for her. Helping her slide in as she sat down, his fingertips very lightly grazed the delicate flesh at the back of her neck as he moved to stand beside his own chair.
The King would not seat himself until everyone had arrived and seated themselves. Thankfully, everyone seemed to finally get the point and started to settle into their seats. His gaze lifted in time to watch Lady Imeeya and his sister enter the dining hall, a slight nod given to both of them to accept their apology for being late. It was only when everyone had seated that Tython sunk into his own seat beside his Queen and cast his gaze across the table to everyone that was dining with them. All of his sons had arrived, which pleased him deeply.
"I welcome you all to dinner," Tython finally said in calm, collected greeting of his family and their guests. "I know that the last weeks have been nothing short of confusing and I wish to make my apologies now, for it was never my intention to leave my family in such sorrow and disarray," he finished, making a motion to one of the servants to start bringing the first courses of food around to the table.
Yanni gave her son a small smile as he touched her elbow and brushed the semblance of a kiss to her temple. All of her sons were so much taller than she was, so much like their father in so many ways. When they were younger, she often joked to her husband that even when he was gone, she had four versions of him to keep her busy. It was even more apparent now that they were all grown, how much like Tython her sons were, even if they wouldn’t admit it. Even her daughter was much like her husband, despite her attempts to get her to be more of a lady.
As she sat, so too did their guests begin to take their seats, though her husband remained standing beside her chair and his. She knew he would wait until the very last guest had arrived before he would take his own seat.
When her sister in law and Tythra’s daughter entered, she greeted them with a respectful nod. She had always admired her husband’s sister. The women had gotten along, or at least Yanni believe they did, since she had married into the family, and the letters written between them had been some of Yanni’s favourite correspondence to receive. The rumours of what Imeeya had been up to as well, were not unknown to Yanni. Though the Queen didn’t put much stock in rumours most of the time, she knew that most of them, way deep down, held stock in some sort of truths.
The room seemed to fall silent as her husband spoke, welcoming all of them to the dinner that he had arranged, with Yanni’s help of course. Though if she was being honest, she had done most of the arranging, for all that he knew of war and leadership, her knowledge out matched his when it came to the domestic side of things, including throwing dinner parties.
Yanni’s eyes were on her husband, yearning to hear his explanation as to why he had disappeared, leaving his wife and children, and his Kingdom to think he was dead. For the second time in their marriage, she had thought him lost to her forever, and this time had been harder than the first. After so many years of being in love, and having a life together, she couldn’t stand the thought of being without him.
She pushed the thoughts aside for the moment and instead tried to focus on her husband’s words, as she was sure the rest of the room was. Everyone was curious to know what had happened, where Tython had been and why. It had been so tough for Yanni not to ask in the few days since his return, but he had made his wishes to tell everyone at once known, and she had respected that and kept her questions to herself. Now with the answer so close, she had to bite her tongue not to tell her husband to just spit it out and tell them.
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Yanni gave her son a small smile as he touched her elbow and brushed the semblance of a kiss to her temple. All of her sons were so much taller than she was, so much like their father in so many ways. When they were younger, she often joked to her husband that even when he was gone, she had four versions of him to keep her busy. It was even more apparent now that they were all grown, how much like Tython her sons were, even if they wouldn’t admit it. Even her daughter was much like her husband, despite her attempts to get her to be more of a lady.
As she sat, so too did their guests begin to take their seats, though her husband remained standing beside her chair and his. She knew he would wait until the very last guest had arrived before he would take his own seat.
When her sister in law and Tythra’s daughter entered, she greeted them with a respectful nod. She had always admired her husband’s sister. The women had gotten along, or at least Yanni believe they did, since she had married into the family, and the letters written between them had been some of Yanni’s favourite correspondence to receive. The rumours of what Imeeya had been up to as well, were not unknown to Yanni. Though the Queen didn’t put much stock in rumours most of the time, she knew that most of them, way deep down, held stock in some sort of truths.
The room seemed to fall silent as her husband spoke, welcoming all of them to the dinner that he had arranged, with Yanni’s help of course. Though if she was being honest, she had done most of the arranging, for all that he knew of war and leadership, her knowledge out matched his when it came to the domestic side of things, including throwing dinner parties.
Yanni’s eyes were on her husband, yearning to hear his explanation as to why he had disappeared, leaving his wife and children, and his Kingdom to think he was dead. For the second time in their marriage, she had thought him lost to her forever, and this time had been harder than the first. After so many years of being in love, and having a life together, she couldn’t stand the thought of being without him.
She pushed the thoughts aside for the moment and instead tried to focus on her husband’s words, as she was sure the rest of the room was. Everyone was curious to know what had happened, where Tython had been and why. It had been so tough for Yanni not to ask in the few days since his return, but he had made his wishes to tell everyone at once known, and she had respected that and kept her questions to herself. Now with the answer so close, she had to bite her tongue not to tell her husband to just spit it out and tell them.
Yanni gave her son a small smile as he touched her elbow and brushed the semblance of a kiss to her temple. All of her sons were so much taller than she was, so much like their father in so many ways. When they were younger, she often joked to her husband that even when he was gone, she had four versions of him to keep her busy. It was even more apparent now that they were all grown, how much like Tython her sons were, even if they wouldn’t admit it. Even her daughter was much like her husband, despite her attempts to get her to be more of a lady.
As she sat, so too did their guests begin to take their seats, though her husband remained standing beside her chair and his. She knew he would wait until the very last guest had arrived before he would take his own seat.
When her sister in law and Tythra’s daughter entered, she greeted them with a respectful nod. She had always admired her husband’s sister. The women had gotten along, or at least Yanni believe they did, since she had married into the family, and the letters written between them had been some of Yanni’s favourite correspondence to receive. The rumours of what Imeeya had been up to as well, were not unknown to Yanni. Though the Queen didn’t put much stock in rumours most of the time, she knew that most of them, way deep down, held stock in some sort of truths.
The room seemed to fall silent as her husband spoke, welcoming all of them to the dinner that he had arranged, with Yanni’s help of course. Though if she was being honest, she had done most of the arranging, for all that he knew of war and leadership, her knowledge out matched his when it came to the domestic side of things, including throwing dinner parties.
Yanni’s eyes were on her husband, yearning to hear his explanation as to why he had disappeared, leaving his wife and children, and his Kingdom to think he was dead. For the second time in their marriage, she had thought him lost to her forever, and this time had been harder than the first. After so many years of being in love, and having a life together, she couldn’t stand the thought of being without him.
She pushed the thoughts aside for the moment and instead tried to focus on her husband’s words, as she was sure the rest of the room was. Everyone was curious to know what had happened, where Tython had been and why. It had been so tough for Yanni not to ask in the few days since his return, but he had made his wishes to tell everyone at once known, and she had respected that and kept her questions to herself. Now with the answer so close, she had to bite her tongue not to tell her husband to just spit it out and tell them.
Being a Captain came with much responsibility, and it thankfully had kept him busy over the past couple of weeks. His life at home became complicated, and his relationship with his father seemed all the more distant than what he was use to as of recent. Understandably so, considering the events which led to their current situation. Precautions needed to be taken, and each of the Kotas brothers had their part to play in the smooth running of their family's estate. It left no time for him to discuss his feelings with those he held close, though. Silas had gone through every range of emotion over the last couple of weeks. Sadness transformed into an anger that he hoped the Gods had felt, and from there he simply went numb to the world around him.
His promotion came at a time when he needed it, even if at times he questioned if he was even ready. He used his duties as an excuse to remove himself from the presence of their family's manor. The Red Knights were joined by their Captain for any and all drills they were assigned to complete, and even then he'd decidedly take the longer path home to further delay his return. He smiled and laughed the same, but inside there was a scream that wished to make its way to the surface. He could feel it burning within his chest, and it only grew louder as his family's home approached in the distance.
Silas breathed in deeply in an effort to soothe his mind and clear his consciousness of the more powerful emotions that bubbled to the surface. By the time he arrived in front of his home, there was a soft smile planted permanently on his face. It was the best he could muster in these trying times, but for his mother's sake alone he'd do his best to remain as solid as his brothers would be.
Servants came to greet him as he brought Daphne, his chestnut-colored Mare, to a halt only a short walk from the manor's entrance. After dismounting and handing the reigns off to one of the servants, Silas entered and immediately made for the Dining Hall. He wore a black chiton tunic and worn-out sandals that were a favorite of his to wear in spite of their worn-out appearance. Having just arrived from a favored training grounds near the lower levels of the city, the sheathed Kopis tied to his belt had not been disposed of yet. He untied the sheath from his belt before he entered the room, and after passing it off to a trusted servant, made his entrance before the family that had gathered for the occasion.
Silas greeted his father and brothers with a nod, then made his way towards the seat that had always been designated his. There wasn't much for him to say as of yet, for their gathering was presumably about the unity of their family, and whatever Vangelis had planned of course. He had his assumptions, but it was neither the time nor place to begin openly discussing his thoughts. Since their father's arrival, he'd tempered himself from engaging in the usual bouts of chaos that him and Yiannis found amusement out of.
He stood behind his chair while he waited for the proceedings to begin without earnest. His eyes didn't wander that far from the table, but they did briefly come to life upon feeling the touch of his mother's hand upon his shoulder as she made her way past the two youngest and ended up at their father's side. The smile on his lips momentarily expanded, then resettled back into its previous state. Silas took to his chair once his parents did the same, and only then would his eyes wander across the various faces scattered around the table. He was intent on taking on the evening in stride, and humbled himself to sharing a few quiet words over wine with Yiannas, the closest brother seated near him.
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Being a Captain came with much responsibility, and it thankfully had kept him busy over the past couple of weeks. His life at home became complicated, and his relationship with his father seemed all the more distant than what he was use to as of recent. Understandably so, considering the events which led to their current situation. Precautions needed to be taken, and each of the Kotas brothers had their part to play in the smooth running of their family's estate. It left no time for him to discuss his feelings with those he held close, though. Silas had gone through every range of emotion over the last couple of weeks. Sadness transformed into an anger that he hoped the Gods had felt, and from there he simply went numb to the world around him.
His promotion came at a time when he needed it, even if at times he questioned if he was even ready. He used his duties as an excuse to remove himself from the presence of their family's manor. The Red Knights were joined by their Captain for any and all drills they were assigned to complete, and even then he'd decidedly take the longer path home to further delay his return. He smiled and laughed the same, but inside there was a scream that wished to make its way to the surface. He could feel it burning within his chest, and it only grew louder as his family's home approached in the distance.
Silas breathed in deeply in an effort to soothe his mind and clear his consciousness of the more powerful emotions that bubbled to the surface. By the time he arrived in front of his home, there was a soft smile planted permanently on his face. It was the best he could muster in these trying times, but for his mother's sake alone he'd do his best to remain as solid as his brothers would be.
Servants came to greet him as he brought Daphne, his chestnut-colored Mare, to a halt only a short walk from the manor's entrance. After dismounting and handing the reigns off to one of the servants, Silas entered and immediately made for the Dining Hall. He wore a black chiton tunic and worn-out sandals that were a favorite of his to wear in spite of their worn-out appearance. Having just arrived from a favored training grounds near the lower levels of the city, the sheathed Kopis tied to his belt had not been disposed of yet. He untied the sheath from his belt before he entered the room, and after passing it off to a trusted servant, made his entrance before the family that had gathered for the occasion.
Silas greeted his father and brothers with a nod, then made his way towards the seat that had always been designated his. There wasn't much for him to say as of yet, for their gathering was presumably about the unity of their family, and whatever Vangelis had planned of course. He had his assumptions, but it was neither the time nor place to begin openly discussing his thoughts. Since their father's arrival, he'd tempered himself from engaging in the usual bouts of chaos that him and Yiannis found amusement out of.
He stood behind his chair while he waited for the proceedings to begin without earnest. His eyes didn't wander that far from the table, but they did briefly come to life upon feeling the touch of his mother's hand upon his shoulder as she made her way past the two youngest and ended up at their father's side. The smile on his lips momentarily expanded, then resettled back into its previous state. Silas took to his chair once his parents did the same, and only then would his eyes wander across the various faces scattered around the table. He was intent on taking on the evening in stride, and humbled himself to sharing a few quiet words over wine with Yiannas, the closest brother seated near him.
Being a Captain came with much responsibility, and it thankfully had kept him busy over the past couple of weeks. His life at home became complicated, and his relationship with his father seemed all the more distant than what he was use to as of recent. Understandably so, considering the events which led to their current situation. Precautions needed to be taken, and each of the Kotas brothers had their part to play in the smooth running of their family's estate. It left no time for him to discuss his feelings with those he held close, though. Silas had gone through every range of emotion over the last couple of weeks. Sadness transformed into an anger that he hoped the Gods had felt, and from there he simply went numb to the world around him.
His promotion came at a time when he needed it, even if at times he questioned if he was even ready. He used his duties as an excuse to remove himself from the presence of their family's manor. The Red Knights were joined by their Captain for any and all drills they were assigned to complete, and even then he'd decidedly take the longer path home to further delay his return. He smiled and laughed the same, but inside there was a scream that wished to make its way to the surface. He could feel it burning within his chest, and it only grew louder as his family's home approached in the distance.
Silas breathed in deeply in an effort to soothe his mind and clear his consciousness of the more powerful emotions that bubbled to the surface. By the time he arrived in front of his home, there was a soft smile planted permanently on his face. It was the best he could muster in these trying times, but for his mother's sake alone he'd do his best to remain as solid as his brothers would be.
Servants came to greet him as he brought Daphne, his chestnut-colored Mare, to a halt only a short walk from the manor's entrance. After dismounting and handing the reigns off to one of the servants, Silas entered and immediately made for the Dining Hall. He wore a black chiton tunic and worn-out sandals that were a favorite of his to wear in spite of their worn-out appearance. Having just arrived from a favored training grounds near the lower levels of the city, the sheathed Kopis tied to his belt had not been disposed of yet. He untied the sheath from his belt before he entered the room, and after passing it off to a trusted servant, made his entrance before the family that had gathered for the occasion.
Silas greeted his father and brothers with a nod, then made his way towards the seat that had always been designated his. There wasn't much for him to say as of yet, for their gathering was presumably about the unity of their family, and whatever Vangelis had planned of course. He had his assumptions, but it was neither the time nor place to begin openly discussing his thoughts. Since their father's arrival, he'd tempered himself from engaging in the usual bouts of chaos that him and Yiannis found amusement out of.
He stood behind his chair while he waited for the proceedings to begin without earnest. His eyes didn't wander that far from the table, but they did briefly come to life upon feeling the touch of his mother's hand upon his shoulder as she made her way past the two youngest and ended up at their father's side. The smile on his lips momentarily expanded, then resettled back into its previous state. Silas took to his chair once his parents did the same, and only then would his eyes wander across the various faces scattered around the table. He was intent on taking on the evening in stride, and humbled himself to sharing a few quiet words over wine with Yiannas, the closest brother seated near him.
Selene looked around the room, unable to deny just how full her heart was in this very moment. This was exactly what she wanted from life-- her family all around a table, quietly enjoying each other’s company. For those here, she was almost certain that the intent of the conversation would focus on Vangelis’ question and her own answer. While she may have found a spot at the table prior to this, there had been little reason to invite her extended family. If anyone was in doubt about what would take place, they had no one to blame but themselves.
Why else would Nana be here if not to hear the good news and celebrate the joining houses?
As Yanni entered, Selene dipped her head to her, smiling as her head lifted to meet the eyes of the Queen. Their conversation was still fresh on her mind, and she hoped that the Queen saw this news to be her following her instructions. She wanted to please her, wanted to be wanted by this family. And she hoped that the matron would welcome her with open arms.
Even if she was sure that her mother would not.
Following her example, Selene moved to the seat she was certain was hers, directly across from Vangelis. Like the majority of the room, her eyes glanced towards Tythra’s party as they entered. Her head bowed, eyes rising to meet the familiar face of Imeeya. There was a bit of joy in the exchange, and hope that she would agree to the arrangement in place. She was looking forward to the friendship that would form with her time in Colchis. Without her family close by, saved for sweet Pia, she was certain that she would need to make all the connections she could.
She took a moment to look at those around the table before she settled into her seat, unable to stop her eyes from catching Vangelis’s across from here. She was trying not to stare, certain that she no longer needed the reassurance in his gaze, but she still found herself watching him. This was one of the first times she saw him with his family, and she was cognizant of every move. The subtle affection between mother and son, the respect given to father and king, loving support shown quietly to all brothers present-- he was a good man. And she would spend the rest of her life trying to prove herself worthy of being his queen.
A soft blush rose to her cheeks as he caught her staring. Scrunching her nose at him, she focused back on the King as he welcomed them to his table, gesturing to have the food set down in front of them. Selene chose to be quiet, knowing that it wasn’t her place to ask where he’d been or why he’d chosen such an entrance. From what she could tell, the entire family was in the dark, but would shortly be informed of exactly what had occured. Until then, she could be patient and follow Vangelis’s lead.
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Selene looked around the room, unable to deny just how full her heart was in this very moment. This was exactly what she wanted from life-- her family all around a table, quietly enjoying each other’s company. For those here, she was almost certain that the intent of the conversation would focus on Vangelis’ question and her own answer. While she may have found a spot at the table prior to this, there had been little reason to invite her extended family. If anyone was in doubt about what would take place, they had no one to blame but themselves.
Why else would Nana be here if not to hear the good news and celebrate the joining houses?
As Yanni entered, Selene dipped her head to her, smiling as her head lifted to meet the eyes of the Queen. Their conversation was still fresh on her mind, and she hoped that the Queen saw this news to be her following her instructions. She wanted to please her, wanted to be wanted by this family. And she hoped that the matron would welcome her with open arms.
Even if she was sure that her mother would not.
Following her example, Selene moved to the seat she was certain was hers, directly across from Vangelis. Like the majority of the room, her eyes glanced towards Tythra’s party as they entered. Her head bowed, eyes rising to meet the familiar face of Imeeya. There was a bit of joy in the exchange, and hope that she would agree to the arrangement in place. She was looking forward to the friendship that would form with her time in Colchis. Without her family close by, saved for sweet Pia, she was certain that she would need to make all the connections she could.
She took a moment to look at those around the table before she settled into her seat, unable to stop her eyes from catching Vangelis’s across from here. She was trying not to stare, certain that she no longer needed the reassurance in his gaze, but she still found herself watching him. This was one of the first times she saw him with his family, and she was cognizant of every move. The subtle affection between mother and son, the respect given to father and king, loving support shown quietly to all brothers present-- he was a good man. And she would spend the rest of her life trying to prove herself worthy of being his queen.
A soft blush rose to her cheeks as he caught her staring. Scrunching her nose at him, she focused back on the King as he welcomed them to his table, gesturing to have the food set down in front of them. Selene chose to be quiet, knowing that it wasn’t her place to ask where he’d been or why he’d chosen such an entrance. From what she could tell, the entire family was in the dark, but would shortly be informed of exactly what had occured. Until then, she could be patient and follow Vangelis’s lead.
Selene looked around the room, unable to deny just how full her heart was in this very moment. This was exactly what she wanted from life-- her family all around a table, quietly enjoying each other’s company. For those here, she was almost certain that the intent of the conversation would focus on Vangelis’ question and her own answer. While she may have found a spot at the table prior to this, there had been little reason to invite her extended family. If anyone was in doubt about what would take place, they had no one to blame but themselves.
Why else would Nana be here if not to hear the good news and celebrate the joining houses?
As Yanni entered, Selene dipped her head to her, smiling as her head lifted to meet the eyes of the Queen. Their conversation was still fresh on her mind, and she hoped that the Queen saw this news to be her following her instructions. She wanted to please her, wanted to be wanted by this family. And she hoped that the matron would welcome her with open arms.
Even if she was sure that her mother would not.
Following her example, Selene moved to the seat she was certain was hers, directly across from Vangelis. Like the majority of the room, her eyes glanced towards Tythra’s party as they entered. Her head bowed, eyes rising to meet the familiar face of Imeeya. There was a bit of joy in the exchange, and hope that she would agree to the arrangement in place. She was looking forward to the friendship that would form with her time in Colchis. Without her family close by, saved for sweet Pia, she was certain that she would need to make all the connections she could.
She took a moment to look at those around the table before she settled into her seat, unable to stop her eyes from catching Vangelis’s across from here. She was trying not to stare, certain that she no longer needed the reassurance in his gaze, but she still found herself watching him. This was one of the first times she saw him with his family, and she was cognizant of every move. The subtle affection between mother and son, the respect given to father and king, loving support shown quietly to all brothers present-- he was a good man. And she would spend the rest of her life trying to prove herself worthy of being his queen.
A soft blush rose to her cheeks as he caught her staring. Scrunching her nose at him, she focused back on the King as he welcomed them to his table, gesturing to have the food set down in front of them. Selene chose to be quiet, knowing that it wasn’t her place to ask where he’d been or why he’d chosen such an entrance. From what she could tell, the entire family was in the dark, but would shortly be informed of exactly what had occured. Until then, she could be patient and follow Vangelis’s lead.
He was trying not to let it affect him too much, seeing his parents back together after the certainty that his father had died. Watching his mother's mourning had been far more painful than his own, and he had hated to see it. For as long as he could remember his mother had been just as stoic and strong as his father, the two of them a perfect match and so clearly in love even if they didn't vocalize it often. Their reunion made him choke up more than was appropriate for a Colchian prince and so after warm smiles to them both he tore his gaze away to nod at Silas' arrival.
This was going to be the beginning of something big, if he was correct in why they had been gathered today. Selene would make an excellent queen of Colchis in his mother's stead when the time came. Another Taengean beauty to balance out the harshness of the stone kings. His son had settled himself in his usual place at the table, the emptiness of the chair beside him had his smile faltering as he recalled now what he had to impart to his family. Evras had been unwell since they first realized she was with child, and he had been constantly praying to every god he could think of that this one would stick. The family had too much loss and heartbreak recently, they couldn't manage another.
Stepping around to his own place, he paused by his parents to impart the news quietly for their ears alone. His brothers would hardly notice her absence, and Vangelis was already aware of their situation.
"Forgive my wife's absence, your majesties. She is...she is with child again. And unwell. We are praying rest will allow us to meet a new addition in six or so months time."
After so many false starts and failed pregnancies, Zanon and Evras had given over making any large announcements to the court. Their families would be made aware in private, and this way if it looked as if they would be lucky enough to keep the child they could inform everyone else at a later date. Taking his seat next to Dion, he ruffled the lad's hair affectionately and watched his father's welcome.
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He was trying not to let it affect him too much, seeing his parents back together after the certainty that his father had died. Watching his mother's mourning had been far more painful than his own, and he had hated to see it. For as long as he could remember his mother had been just as stoic and strong as his father, the two of them a perfect match and so clearly in love even if they didn't vocalize it often. Their reunion made him choke up more than was appropriate for a Colchian prince and so after warm smiles to them both he tore his gaze away to nod at Silas' arrival.
This was going to be the beginning of something big, if he was correct in why they had been gathered today. Selene would make an excellent queen of Colchis in his mother's stead when the time came. Another Taengean beauty to balance out the harshness of the stone kings. His son had settled himself in his usual place at the table, the emptiness of the chair beside him had his smile faltering as he recalled now what he had to impart to his family. Evras had been unwell since they first realized she was with child, and he had been constantly praying to every god he could think of that this one would stick. The family had too much loss and heartbreak recently, they couldn't manage another.
Stepping around to his own place, he paused by his parents to impart the news quietly for their ears alone. His brothers would hardly notice her absence, and Vangelis was already aware of their situation.
"Forgive my wife's absence, your majesties. She is...she is with child again. And unwell. We are praying rest will allow us to meet a new addition in six or so months time."
After so many false starts and failed pregnancies, Zanon and Evras had given over making any large announcements to the court. Their families would be made aware in private, and this way if it looked as if they would be lucky enough to keep the child they could inform everyone else at a later date. Taking his seat next to Dion, he ruffled the lad's hair affectionately and watched his father's welcome.
He was trying not to let it affect him too much, seeing his parents back together after the certainty that his father had died. Watching his mother's mourning had been far more painful than his own, and he had hated to see it. For as long as he could remember his mother had been just as stoic and strong as his father, the two of them a perfect match and so clearly in love even if they didn't vocalize it often. Their reunion made him choke up more than was appropriate for a Colchian prince and so after warm smiles to them both he tore his gaze away to nod at Silas' arrival.
This was going to be the beginning of something big, if he was correct in why they had been gathered today. Selene would make an excellent queen of Colchis in his mother's stead when the time came. Another Taengean beauty to balance out the harshness of the stone kings. His son had settled himself in his usual place at the table, the emptiness of the chair beside him had his smile faltering as he recalled now what he had to impart to his family. Evras had been unwell since they first realized she was with child, and he had been constantly praying to every god he could think of that this one would stick. The family had too much loss and heartbreak recently, they couldn't manage another.
Stepping around to his own place, he paused by his parents to impart the news quietly for their ears alone. His brothers would hardly notice her absence, and Vangelis was already aware of their situation.
"Forgive my wife's absence, your majesties. She is...she is with child again. And unwell. We are praying rest will allow us to meet a new addition in six or so months time."
After so many false starts and failed pregnancies, Zanon and Evras had given over making any large announcements to the court. Their families would be made aware in private, and this way if it looked as if they would be lucky enough to keep the child they could inform everyone else at a later date. Taking his seat next to Dion, he ruffled the lad's hair affectionately and watched his father's welcome.
Vangelis greeted all who entered the room in subtle ways that might be considered rude by those who did not know him. Yet the way in which he altered each greeting to be personalised to those he welcomed was a small but loud sign of his respect for each of them.
When his aunt and cousin entered the room, Vangelis offered a nod to Imeeya - the gesture identical to how he might have prior to their conversation over what had been said to General Osorsen in Taengea several weeks ago. That in itself - a lack of change in his manner of address to her - was testament to his solidarity of familial feeling. His aunt received a similar nod, accompanied by a murmuring of "Aunt" and the lowering of his shoulders a little. By the grace of her age and wisdom, she was given a little more in terms of respectful gesture. Such subtle body language meant a lot when coming from Vangelis and afforded him a soft smile and a momentary pat to his upper arm as Lady Tythra moved to take her seat beside her daughter.
At the entrance of Silas, Vangelis found his gaze softening and his lips curling into a welcoming smile to his baby brother - a brother whom he could no longer restrain from going to war and who would have to see what battle was truly like out on Ares' dancefloor. Such a future before then unfurled a curious combination of fear and distaste for his brother's safety but also great pride. Silas would join his brothers in the militant history of the family and be considered a man among them.
Noting the murmured conversation between Zanon and his parents, Vangelis caught his brother's eye for a moment as he came to sat down with a look of genuine compassion. Whilst he had always considered himself to be a pragmatist and mercilessly practical when it came to such things as the trials and difficulties of false pregnancy (not that he had had any experience with it himself) he had witnessed the loss and grief that his brother went through each time and he did not wish it upon him again.
When his mother took her seat at the table, everyone else was able to do the same. Vangelis helped pull out the chair for Essa beside him, for the dining furniture was large and heavy and then caught the eye of Selene who wrinkled her nose at him.
With the slightest turn of his head as if to innocently ask - 'what?' - Vangelis then felt the corner of his mouth turn upwards before he immediately looked towards his father, who welcomed them all to the table.
Whilst the two families had been brought together in order for Selene and Vangelis to share the news of their agreement, Tython was the authority at the table which meant that his news held more urgency. And Vangelis could not pretend not to be eager to hear the full story of how they had all been convinced of the man's death for a week before he had appeared like the rising of the dead - a spectre of their patriarch.
Once Tython had explained to them all, Vangelis would then see about mentioning the news to those around the table. For he had yet to speak of his plans, or their conclusions to anyone besides Zanon...
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Vangelis greeted all who entered the room in subtle ways that might be considered rude by those who did not know him. Yet the way in which he altered each greeting to be personalised to those he welcomed was a small but loud sign of his respect for each of them.
When his aunt and cousin entered the room, Vangelis offered a nod to Imeeya - the gesture identical to how he might have prior to their conversation over what had been said to General Osorsen in Taengea several weeks ago. That in itself - a lack of change in his manner of address to her - was testament to his solidarity of familial feeling. His aunt received a similar nod, accompanied by a murmuring of "Aunt" and the lowering of his shoulders a little. By the grace of her age and wisdom, she was given a little more in terms of respectful gesture. Such subtle body language meant a lot when coming from Vangelis and afforded him a soft smile and a momentary pat to his upper arm as Lady Tythra moved to take her seat beside her daughter.
At the entrance of Silas, Vangelis found his gaze softening and his lips curling into a welcoming smile to his baby brother - a brother whom he could no longer restrain from going to war and who would have to see what battle was truly like out on Ares' dancefloor. Such a future before then unfurled a curious combination of fear and distaste for his brother's safety but also great pride. Silas would join his brothers in the militant history of the family and be considered a man among them.
Noting the murmured conversation between Zanon and his parents, Vangelis caught his brother's eye for a moment as he came to sat down with a look of genuine compassion. Whilst he had always considered himself to be a pragmatist and mercilessly practical when it came to such things as the trials and difficulties of false pregnancy (not that he had had any experience with it himself) he had witnessed the loss and grief that his brother went through each time and he did not wish it upon him again.
When his mother took her seat at the table, everyone else was able to do the same. Vangelis helped pull out the chair for Essa beside him, for the dining furniture was large and heavy and then caught the eye of Selene who wrinkled her nose at him.
With the slightest turn of his head as if to innocently ask - 'what?' - Vangelis then felt the corner of his mouth turn upwards before he immediately looked towards his father, who welcomed them all to the table.
Whilst the two families had been brought together in order for Selene and Vangelis to share the news of their agreement, Tython was the authority at the table which meant that his news held more urgency. And Vangelis could not pretend not to be eager to hear the full story of how they had all been convinced of the man's death for a week before he had appeared like the rising of the dead - a spectre of their patriarch.
Once Tython had explained to them all, Vangelis would then see about mentioning the news to those around the table. For he had yet to speak of his plans, or their conclusions to anyone besides Zanon...
Vangelis greeted all who entered the room in subtle ways that might be considered rude by those who did not know him. Yet the way in which he altered each greeting to be personalised to those he welcomed was a small but loud sign of his respect for each of them.
When his aunt and cousin entered the room, Vangelis offered a nod to Imeeya - the gesture identical to how he might have prior to their conversation over what had been said to General Osorsen in Taengea several weeks ago. That in itself - a lack of change in his manner of address to her - was testament to his solidarity of familial feeling. His aunt received a similar nod, accompanied by a murmuring of "Aunt" and the lowering of his shoulders a little. By the grace of her age and wisdom, she was given a little more in terms of respectful gesture. Such subtle body language meant a lot when coming from Vangelis and afforded him a soft smile and a momentary pat to his upper arm as Lady Tythra moved to take her seat beside her daughter.
At the entrance of Silas, Vangelis found his gaze softening and his lips curling into a welcoming smile to his baby brother - a brother whom he could no longer restrain from going to war and who would have to see what battle was truly like out on Ares' dancefloor. Such a future before then unfurled a curious combination of fear and distaste for his brother's safety but also great pride. Silas would join his brothers in the militant history of the family and be considered a man among them.
Noting the murmured conversation between Zanon and his parents, Vangelis caught his brother's eye for a moment as he came to sat down with a look of genuine compassion. Whilst he had always considered himself to be a pragmatist and mercilessly practical when it came to such things as the trials and difficulties of false pregnancy (not that he had had any experience with it himself) he had witnessed the loss and grief that his brother went through each time and he did not wish it upon him again.
When his mother took her seat at the table, everyone else was able to do the same. Vangelis helped pull out the chair for Essa beside him, for the dining furniture was large and heavy and then caught the eye of Selene who wrinkled her nose at him.
With the slightest turn of his head as if to innocently ask - 'what?' - Vangelis then felt the corner of his mouth turn upwards before he immediately looked towards his father, who welcomed them all to the table.
Whilst the two families had been brought together in order for Selene and Vangelis to share the news of their agreement, Tython was the authority at the table which meant that his news held more urgency. And Vangelis could not pretend not to be eager to hear the full story of how they had all been convinced of the man's death for a week before he had appeared like the rising of the dead - a spectre of their patriarch.
Once Tython had explained to them all, Vangelis would then see about mentioning the news to those around the table. For he had yet to speak of his plans, or their conclusions to anyone besides Zanon...
While Evelli had perhaps had more decorum and manners in other situations, the one with Vangelis and Selene was a ... delicate one. In that while she knew of her daughter's interest in the crown prince of Colchis and honestly whole heartedly supported it, at the same time she also did not want a marriage of responsibility to happen. She had seen what could result when responsibility was placed before the wellbeing of a person, and the many failed marriages in court was a testament to the fact. While Evelli always pushed for advantageous marriages, she also wanted to be sure that at the very least in necessary situations, it would be her daughter that Selene's intended would protect, and not a crown or a kingdom.
And so she was unabashed in cutting in between the conversation the two was going to be having, following her daughter's directives in heading for the dining room in which they would be sharing their meal in silence. In part, Evelli wanted to see if the man her daughter wanted to marry would take an active effort in actually wanting to be a part of her family, and get to know them. Afterall, he would be gaining four other girls as his sisters-in-law, and while there was no doubt Selene would end up in Colchis with her supposed husband, Evelli would not be an ignorant mother-in-law, so he would have to put up with her presence as well.
That the crown prince offered his armn to her younger daughter bought him points in her book, but he still had a ways to go. Luckily he had the time to earn them, and Evelli was suitably mollified - at least until she met with her other son-in-law. Stephanos was only lucky to be saved when the daughter she queried upon entered the room, and the mother felt a rock lifted from her shoulders when Olympia made her appearance. Her third-born's eagerness to hide herself away ever since Tisiphone's birth had been worrying, but with Olympia willing to join them for the meal, Evelli could not help but flash a warm smile to her daughter, only narrowing her eyes a little when she joined her husband, but said naught else. Stephanos had a long way to go before earning Evelli's forgiveness for the mess he had placed Olympia and her granddaughter in.
Watching the young princeling and youngest of the Kotas family present the flowers to her daughter, a sense of nostalgia washed over Evelli. She remembered when her own daughter's were that young and innocent, and could not wait for Tisiphone to be that age where she was happy and jubilant. Evelli had long since come to terms that she was pass the age of bearing children, as much as she'd like to birth Georgios a son, but was waiting eagerly for her grandchildren to come along.
As the Drakos ladies arrived, Evelli greeted them, and then the Queen when she entered with the King, before finally finding her seat next to Nana. Checking in with her younger daughter to ensure all was right, Evelli eventually settled down to the first course, joining in small talk all whilst waiting to hear the annoucement Evelli was almost a hundred percent sure she knew what it was.
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While Evelli had perhaps had more decorum and manners in other situations, the one with Vangelis and Selene was a ... delicate one. In that while she knew of her daughter's interest in the crown prince of Colchis and honestly whole heartedly supported it, at the same time she also did not want a marriage of responsibility to happen. She had seen what could result when responsibility was placed before the wellbeing of a person, and the many failed marriages in court was a testament to the fact. While Evelli always pushed for advantageous marriages, she also wanted to be sure that at the very least in necessary situations, it would be her daughter that Selene's intended would protect, and not a crown or a kingdom.
And so she was unabashed in cutting in between the conversation the two was going to be having, following her daughter's directives in heading for the dining room in which they would be sharing their meal in silence. In part, Evelli wanted to see if the man her daughter wanted to marry would take an active effort in actually wanting to be a part of her family, and get to know them. Afterall, he would be gaining four other girls as his sisters-in-law, and while there was no doubt Selene would end up in Colchis with her supposed husband, Evelli would not be an ignorant mother-in-law, so he would have to put up with her presence as well.
That the crown prince offered his armn to her younger daughter bought him points in her book, but he still had a ways to go. Luckily he had the time to earn them, and Evelli was suitably mollified - at least until she met with her other son-in-law. Stephanos was only lucky to be saved when the daughter she queried upon entered the room, and the mother felt a rock lifted from her shoulders when Olympia made her appearance. Her third-born's eagerness to hide herself away ever since Tisiphone's birth had been worrying, but with Olympia willing to join them for the meal, Evelli could not help but flash a warm smile to her daughter, only narrowing her eyes a little when she joined her husband, but said naught else. Stephanos had a long way to go before earning Evelli's forgiveness for the mess he had placed Olympia and her granddaughter in.
Watching the young princeling and youngest of the Kotas family present the flowers to her daughter, a sense of nostalgia washed over Evelli. She remembered when her own daughter's were that young and innocent, and could not wait for Tisiphone to be that age where she was happy and jubilant. Evelli had long since come to terms that she was pass the age of bearing children, as much as she'd like to birth Georgios a son, but was waiting eagerly for her grandchildren to come along.
As the Drakos ladies arrived, Evelli greeted them, and then the Queen when she entered with the King, before finally finding her seat next to Nana. Checking in with her younger daughter to ensure all was right, Evelli eventually settled down to the first course, joining in small talk all whilst waiting to hear the annoucement Evelli was almost a hundred percent sure she knew what it was.
While Evelli had perhaps had more decorum and manners in other situations, the one with Vangelis and Selene was a ... delicate one. In that while she knew of her daughter's interest in the crown prince of Colchis and honestly whole heartedly supported it, at the same time she also did not want a marriage of responsibility to happen. She had seen what could result when responsibility was placed before the wellbeing of a person, and the many failed marriages in court was a testament to the fact. While Evelli always pushed for advantageous marriages, she also wanted to be sure that at the very least in necessary situations, it would be her daughter that Selene's intended would protect, and not a crown or a kingdom.
And so she was unabashed in cutting in between the conversation the two was going to be having, following her daughter's directives in heading for the dining room in which they would be sharing their meal in silence. In part, Evelli wanted to see if the man her daughter wanted to marry would take an active effort in actually wanting to be a part of her family, and get to know them. Afterall, he would be gaining four other girls as his sisters-in-law, and while there was no doubt Selene would end up in Colchis with her supposed husband, Evelli would not be an ignorant mother-in-law, so he would have to put up with her presence as well.
That the crown prince offered his armn to her younger daughter bought him points in her book, but he still had a ways to go. Luckily he had the time to earn them, and Evelli was suitably mollified - at least until she met with her other son-in-law. Stephanos was only lucky to be saved when the daughter she queried upon entered the room, and the mother felt a rock lifted from her shoulders when Olympia made her appearance. Her third-born's eagerness to hide herself away ever since Tisiphone's birth had been worrying, but with Olympia willing to join them for the meal, Evelli could not help but flash a warm smile to her daughter, only narrowing her eyes a little when she joined her husband, but said naught else. Stephanos had a long way to go before earning Evelli's forgiveness for the mess he had placed Olympia and her granddaughter in.
Watching the young princeling and youngest of the Kotas family present the flowers to her daughter, a sense of nostalgia washed over Evelli. She remembered when her own daughter's were that young and innocent, and could not wait for Tisiphone to be that age where she was happy and jubilant. Evelli had long since come to terms that she was pass the age of bearing children, as much as she'd like to birth Georgios a son, but was waiting eagerly for her grandchildren to come along.
As the Drakos ladies arrived, Evelli greeted them, and then the Queen when she entered with the King, before finally finding her seat next to Nana. Checking in with her younger daughter to ensure all was right, Evelli eventually settled down to the first course, joining in small talk all whilst waiting to hear the annoucement Evelli was almost a hundred percent sure she knew what it was.
Athanasia sensed that someone was looking at her, and turned to see King Stephanos glancing in her direction. He nodded at her and she grinned and winked at him playfully. She might not have done so if not for that prank the two of them and Imeeya had played on Vangelis in Taengea. She would never forget that day and it would live in her memory as one of the most pleasant she had ever spent. She considered Stephanos a friend now and if they attended any parties together, she would remind him that he still owed her a dance.
Her gaze was drawn to the door just as the King entered. It almost felt as if she was tuned to his presence somehow. She smiled at him warmly, and though he said nothing to her, he did guide her to a chair at the part of the table reserved for the Kotas family. His affection for her shone clearly in his eyes and her own followed him as he went to speak to King Stephanos and Lady Evelli. She accepted a glass of wine from a servant and continued to observe the new arrivals as they trickled in.
Vangelis showed up with Lady Selene. Perhaps it was childish of her, but sometimes she wished that the two of them would fall in love and get married. She really liked Lady Selene and would adore having her as a sister-in-law. Her riding instruction had helped the princess immensely and she would love the opportunity to ride with her more often. If she wed Vang, she wouldn’t have to go back to Taengea and the two women could spend more time together.
Zanon walked in with Dion, who was carrying a bouquet of flowers. He presented to Lady Selene. How sweet, Athanasia thought. Her mother entered with her usual regal grace and her only daughter watched the interaction between her parents. Even in public where protocol dictated that they remain formal, it was clear how much they adored each other. Her father led her mother to the seat beside Athanasia and she smiled at the Queen, reaching out to squeeze her hand briefly.
Her cousin Imeeya arrived with her mother and sister and they stopped to greet the Queen. The young princess was glad that she and Imeeya had made up during their trip to the hot springs after their horrible argument at the last gathering. Now she wouldn’t have to avoid her best friend anymore. Maybe they would get the chance to spend some time together after the meal.
Soon everyone was seated except her father, who welcomed everyone and apologized for the sorrow he had caused. Athanasia knew that there must be a good reason for what he had done and hoped that he would explain, if not now, then on another occasion. The food was brought in and it looked quite delicious. She'd had no interest in food for weeks, but now it seemed as if her appetite had returned.
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Athanasia sensed that someone was looking at her, and turned to see King Stephanos glancing in her direction. He nodded at her and she grinned and winked at him playfully. She might not have done so if not for that prank the two of them and Imeeya had played on Vangelis in Taengea. She would never forget that day and it would live in her memory as one of the most pleasant she had ever spent. She considered Stephanos a friend now and if they attended any parties together, she would remind him that he still owed her a dance.
Her gaze was drawn to the door just as the King entered. It almost felt as if she was tuned to his presence somehow. She smiled at him warmly, and though he said nothing to her, he did guide her to a chair at the part of the table reserved for the Kotas family. His affection for her shone clearly in his eyes and her own followed him as he went to speak to King Stephanos and Lady Evelli. She accepted a glass of wine from a servant and continued to observe the new arrivals as they trickled in.
Vangelis showed up with Lady Selene. Perhaps it was childish of her, but sometimes she wished that the two of them would fall in love and get married. She really liked Lady Selene and would adore having her as a sister-in-law. Her riding instruction had helped the princess immensely and she would love the opportunity to ride with her more often. If she wed Vang, she wouldn’t have to go back to Taengea and the two women could spend more time together.
Zanon walked in with Dion, who was carrying a bouquet of flowers. He presented to Lady Selene. How sweet, Athanasia thought. Her mother entered with her usual regal grace and her only daughter watched the interaction between her parents. Even in public where protocol dictated that they remain formal, it was clear how much they adored each other. Her father led her mother to the seat beside Athanasia and she smiled at the Queen, reaching out to squeeze her hand briefly.
Her cousin Imeeya arrived with her mother and sister and they stopped to greet the Queen. The young princess was glad that she and Imeeya had made up during their trip to the hot springs after their horrible argument at the last gathering. Now she wouldn’t have to avoid her best friend anymore. Maybe they would get the chance to spend some time together after the meal.
Soon everyone was seated except her father, who welcomed everyone and apologized for the sorrow he had caused. Athanasia knew that there must be a good reason for what he had done and hoped that he would explain, if not now, then on another occasion. The food was brought in and it looked quite delicious. She'd had no interest in food for weeks, but now it seemed as if her appetite had returned.
Athanasia sensed that someone was looking at her, and turned to see King Stephanos glancing in her direction. He nodded at her and she grinned and winked at him playfully. She might not have done so if not for that prank the two of them and Imeeya had played on Vangelis in Taengea. She would never forget that day and it would live in her memory as one of the most pleasant she had ever spent. She considered Stephanos a friend now and if they attended any parties together, she would remind him that he still owed her a dance.
Her gaze was drawn to the door just as the King entered. It almost felt as if she was tuned to his presence somehow. She smiled at him warmly, and though he said nothing to her, he did guide her to a chair at the part of the table reserved for the Kotas family. His affection for her shone clearly in his eyes and her own followed him as he went to speak to King Stephanos and Lady Evelli. She accepted a glass of wine from a servant and continued to observe the new arrivals as they trickled in.
Vangelis showed up with Lady Selene. Perhaps it was childish of her, but sometimes she wished that the two of them would fall in love and get married. She really liked Lady Selene and would adore having her as a sister-in-law. Her riding instruction had helped the princess immensely and she would love the opportunity to ride with her more often. If she wed Vang, she wouldn’t have to go back to Taengea and the two women could spend more time together.
Zanon walked in with Dion, who was carrying a bouquet of flowers. He presented to Lady Selene. How sweet, Athanasia thought. Her mother entered with her usual regal grace and her only daughter watched the interaction between her parents. Even in public where protocol dictated that they remain formal, it was clear how much they adored each other. Her father led her mother to the seat beside Athanasia and she smiled at the Queen, reaching out to squeeze her hand briefly.
Her cousin Imeeya arrived with her mother and sister and they stopped to greet the Queen. The young princess was glad that she and Imeeya had made up during their trip to the hot springs after their horrible argument at the last gathering. Now she wouldn’t have to avoid her best friend anymore. Maybe they would get the chance to spend some time together after the meal.
Soon everyone was seated except her father, who welcomed everyone and apologized for the sorrow he had caused. Athanasia knew that there must be a good reason for what he had done and hoped that he would explain, if not now, then on another occasion. The food was brought in and it looked quite delicious. She'd had no interest in food for weeks, but now it seemed as if her appetite had returned.
This was the moment that Tython had been waiting for since he had returned to Colchis and to his family. The man had not even divulged what had happened to his own wife despite her gentle prodding and questioning of him that first night. Quietly, he wondered if she thought him a ghost instead of the man that was her king and husband. The way that he had entered into their lives once more had been filled with fear and uncertainty. Many of them had been sure they would lose yet another King before Vangelis' reign had even begun. Tython was proud of the prince. He had done exactly that had been expected of him without skipping a beat. The somber but notable acceptance of his position of king had been admirable.
Thankfully, for all of them, it had not been truly needed in the end.
But Tython was still required to tell them the truth of it all. Carefully, and with every detail, because if he spared a single one, any one of them could find danger and not be prepared. Most especially, the family he would be leaving behind would be most at risk, and the King would not have that. One of the servants came about the table to fill his cup with wine which the king promptly brought to his lips with his gaze on the whole of his family and their guests.
"I know all of you have questions, but I am going to request that you remain silent until I am done. I will not repeat myself if I do not have to," he noted, looking at each one of his sons and then to Yanni beside him in order to instruct them that they needed to pay the most attention to the words that were to fall from his lips. "All of you know that I was away to fight in the Northern Lands," he finally started, setting his cup before him without spilling the contents.
His fingers rest over the rim of his cup, as if in a sort of balancing act between the metal, the wine, and the table itself.
"After one of our final, large-scale battles I sent home our winnings along with a ship of injured soldiers. I bound them for Colchis with a letter to all of you that I was still alive and well. The campaign was nearly complete and I was expressing that I would be home soon. Only that ship never made it. We found recognizable debris from the royal ship back on the shore we were camped on only a few days later. If you have fought in the Northern Lands, you recognize that the northern people have never been seaworthy. That is a trait we have kept from them at every angle, yet suddenly, one of our ships was downed in the strait. It was a staggering discovery and it meant that we would not be able to return home safely until we knew what we were dealing with," Tython started slowly. He kept his gaze on the top of his cup, his expression never truly changing as he told his story.
"So I came up with a plan and bided my time in order to figure out what, or who, had attacked one of our ships. I did not give any sign that I was aware that one of my ships had been destroyed and my soldiers murdered. I was simply worried that our northern enemies would already be here, ransacking Colchis without warning. I had one of my most trusted advisors dress in my armor and my crown to pose as me and I sent one ship out in the direction that I had sent the first. Through the strait. The second ship I sent, I sent in a different direction, though hidden locks that our ships were more familiar with so that perhaps we could surprise them from behind. Colchis' attackers were multiple ships strong, and the ship carrying my advisor, my armor, my crown was decimated. What you found on the shores was the result of a test that failed. The second ship retreated into the darkness and returned to inform me that our enemies were not singular, but numerous," here, the Kingreached for his cup of wine, taking a long, slow swig of his wine. He stared into his cup for a long moment and breathed through his nose.
To admit defeat in anything was a frustrating thing for him to do, but Tython truly had failed all of the men who had given their lives to save those still left on the northern shores. He finally lifted his stormy gaze to look at everyone at the table. "From there, we assembled all of our ships and sailed behind the ships that were laying in wait for us. It was an arduous process. It took time and careful planning, which was why the royal ship came upon the shore two weeks hence. We fell all of the ships waiting for us and then set sail back to Colchis in time to come in on your... dinner," Tython said a little tightly, giving his son yet another quiet warning to watch what he drank. Glancing toward Yanni, he shook his head just once and then looked toward his sons.
"This poses a multitude of problems for Greece as a whole. The northern tribes have generally been unorganized and ununited. They have not had the capability of building ships, but they have very obviously found a benefactor willing to produce them for them. Not to mention their ships were organized and their crews were practiced. Our northern enemies can now sail, have unified together, and have intel on the movement of our ships that they should not have had if they were working alone," Tython said carefully, tapping his first and middle fingers on the table before pausing. "The war on Egypt will bring hardship to Colchis, but it is the northern barbarians and their allies that we must truly look out for. Zanon," the king hummed, turning his attention to his second-eldest son.
"You cannot travel," he said calmly, "But you will still hold military force within Colchis. We will send what men we can to Egypt, but the rest will remain here for the protection of our own lands. It will be your duty to aid your mother in ensuring that Colchis remains protected and lead our soldiers within the Kingdom. There is possibility for war on two fronts and our Kingdom must stay strong." He would not express his worries that the two fronts may have actually been one, not in public. That was something he was sure that his family could already discern that for themselves.
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This was the moment that Tython had been waiting for since he had returned to Colchis and to his family. The man had not even divulged what had happened to his own wife despite her gentle prodding and questioning of him that first night. Quietly, he wondered if she thought him a ghost instead of the man that was her king and husband. The way that he had entered into their lives once more had been filled with fear and uncertainty. Many of them had been sure they would lose yet another King before Vangelis' reign had even begun. Tython was proud of the prince. He had done exactly that had been expected of him without skipping a beat. The somber but notable acceptance of his position of king had been admirable.
Thankfully, for all of them, it had not been truly needed in the end.
But Tython was still required to tell them the truth of it all. Carefully, and with every detail, because if he spared a single one, any one of them could find danger and not be prepared. Most especially, the family he would be leaving behind would be most at risk, and the King would not have that. One of the servants came about the table to fill his cup with wine which the king promptly brought to his lips with his gaze on the whole of his family and their guests.
"I know all of you have questions, but I am going to request that you remain silent until I am done. I will not repeat myself if I do not have to," he noted, looking at each one of his sons and then to Yanni beside him in order to instruct them that they needed to pay the most attention to the words that were to fall from his lips. "All of you know that I was away to fight in the Northern Lands," he finally started, setting his cup before him without spilling the contents.
His fingers rest over the rim of his cup, as if in a sort of balancing act between the metal, the wine, and the table itself.
"After one of our final, large-scale battles I sent home our winnings along with a ship of injured soldiers. I bound them for Colchis with a letter to all of you that I was still alive and well. The campaign was nearly complete and I was expressing that I would be home soon. Only that ship never made it. We found recognizable debris from the royal ship back on the shore we were camped on only a few days later. If you have fought in the Northern Lands, you recognize that the northern people have never been seaworthy. That is a trait we have kept from them at every angle, yet suddenly, one of our ships was downed in the strait. It was a staggering discovery and it meant that we would not be able to return home safely until we knew what we were dealing with," Tython started slowly. He kept his gaze on the top of his cup, his expression never truly changing as he told his story.
"So I came up with a plan and bided my time in order to figure out what, or who, had attacked one of our ships. I did not give any sign that I was aware that one of my ships had been destroyed and my soldiers murdered. I was simply worried that our northern enemies would already be here, ransacking Colchis without warning. I had one of my most trusted advisors dress in my armor and my crown to pose as me and I sent one ship out in the direction that I had sent the first. Through the strait. The second ship I sent, I sent in a different direction, though hidden locks that our ships were more familiar with so that perhaps we could surprise them from behind. Colchis' attackers were multiple ships strong, and the ship carrying my advisor, my armor, my crown was decimated. What you found on the shores was the result of a test that failed. The second ship retreated into the darkness and returned to inform me that our enemies were not singular, but numerous," here, the Kingreached for his cup of wine, taking a long, slow swig of his wine. He stared into his cup for a long moment and breathed through his nose.
To admit defeat in anything was a frustrating thing for him to do, but Tython truly had failed all of the men who had given their lives to save those still left on the northern shores. He finally lifted his stormy gaze to look at everyone at the table. "From there, we assembled all of our ships and sailed behind the ships that were laying in wait for us. It was an arduous process. It took time and careful planning, which was why the royal ship came upon the shore two weeks hence. We fell all of the ships waiting for us and then set sail back to Colchis in time to come in on your... dinner," Tython said a little tightly, giving his son yet another quiet warning to watch what he drank. Glancing toward Yanni, he shook his head just once and then looked toward his sons.
"This poses a multitude of problems for Greece as a whole. The northern tribes have generally been unorganized and ununited. They have not had the capability of building ships, but they have very obviously found a benefactor willing to produce them for them. Not to mention their ships were organized and their crews were practiced. Our northern enemies can now sail, have unified together, and have intel on the movement of our ships that they should not have had if they were working alone," Tython said carefully, tapping his first and middle fingers on the table before pausing. "The war on Egypt will bring hardship to Colchis, but it is the northern barbarians and their allies that we must truly look out for. Zanon," the king hummed, turning his attention to his second-eldest son.
"You cannot travel," he said calmly, "But you will still hold military force within Colchis. We will send what men we can to Egypt, but the rest will remain here for the protection of our own lands. It will be your duty to aid your mother in ensuring that Colchis remains protected and lead our soldiers within the Kingdom. There is possibility for war on two fronts and our Kingdom must stay strong." He would not express his worries that the two fronts may have actually been one, not in public. That was something he was sure that his family could already discern that for themselves.
This was the moment that Tython had been waiting for since he had returned to Colchis and to his family. The man had not even divulged what had happened to his own wife despite her gentle prodding and questioning of him that first night. Quietly, he wondered if she thought him a ghost instead of the man that was her king and husband. The way that he had entered into their lives once more had been filled with fear and uncertainty. Many of them had been sure they would lose yet another King before Vangelis' reign had even begun. Tython was proud of the prince. He had done exactly that had been expected of him without skipping a beat. The somber but notable acceptance of his position of king had been admirable.
Thankfully, for all of them, it had not been truly needed in the end.
But Tython was still required to tell them the truth of it all. Carefully, and with every detail, because if he spared a single one, any one of them could find danger and not be prepared. Most especially, the family he would be leaving behind would be most at risk, and the King would not have that. One of the servants came about the table to fill his cup with wine which the king promptly brought to his lips with his gaze on the whole of his family and their guests.
"I know all of you have questions, but I am going to request that you remain silent until I am done. I will not repeat myself if I do not have to," he noted, looking at each one of his sons and then to Yanni beside him in order to instruct them that they needed to pay the most attention to the words that were to fall from his lips. "All of you know that I was away to fight in the Northern Lands," he finally started, setting his cup before him without spilling the contents.
His fingers rest over the rim of his cup, as if in a sort of balancing act between the metal, the wine, and the table itself.
"After one of our final, large-scale battles I sent home our winnings along with a ship of injured soldiers. I bound them for Colchis with a letter to all of you that I was still alive and well. The campaign was nearly complete and I was expressing that I would be home soon. Only that ship never made it. We found recognizable debris from the royal ship back on the shore we were camped on only a few days later. If you have fought in the Northern Lands, you recognize that the northern people have never been seaworthy. That is a trait we have kept from them at every angle, yet suddenly, one of our ships was downed in the strait. It was a staggering discovery and it meant that we would not be able to return home safely until we knew what we were dealing with," Tython started slowly. He kept his gaze on the top of his cup, his expression never truly changing as he told his story.
"So I came up with a plan and bided my time in order to figure out what, or who, had attacked one of our ships. I did not give any sign that I was aware that one of my ships had been destroyed and my soldiers murdered. I was simply worried that our northern enemies would already be here, ransacking Colchis without warning. I had one of my most trusted advisors dress in my armor and my crown to pose as me and I sent one ship out in the direction that I had sent the first. Through the strait. The second ship I sent, I sent in a different direction, though hidden locks that our ships were more familiar with so that perhaps we could surprise them from behind. Colchis' attackers were multiple ships strong, and the ship carrying my advisor, my armor, my crown was decimated. What you found on the shores was the result of a test that failed. The second ship retreated into the darkness and returned to inform me that our enemies were not singular, but numerous," here, the Kingreached for his cup of wine, taking a long, slow swig of his wine. He stared into his cup for a long moment and breathed through his nose.
To admit defeat in anything was a frustrating thing for him to do, but Tython truly had failed all of the men who had given their lives to save those still left on the northern shores. He finally lifted his stormy gaze to look at everyone at the table. "From there, we assembled all of our ships and sailed behind the ships that were laying in wait for us. It was an arduous process. It took time and careful planning, which was why the royal ship came upon the shore two weeks hence. We fell all of the ships waiting for us and then set sail back to Colchis in time to come in on your... dinner," Tython said a little tightly, giving his son yet another quiet warning to watch what he drank. Glancing toward Yanni, he shook his head just once and then looked toward his sons.
"This poses a multitude of problems for Greece as a whole. The northern tribes have generally been unorganized and ununited. They have not had the capability of building ships, but they have very obviously found a benefactor willing to produce them for them. Not to mention their ships were organized and their crews were practiced. Our northern enemies can now sail, have unified together, and have intel on the movement of our ships that they should not have had if they were working alone," Tython said carefully, tapping his first and middle fingers on the table before pausing. "The war on Egypt will bring hardship to Colchis, but it is the northern barbarians and their allies that we must truly look out for. Zanon," the king hummed, turning his attention to his second-eldest son.
"You cannot travel," he said calmly, "But you will still hold military force within Colchis. We will send what men we can to Egypt, but the rest will remain here for the protection of our own lands. It will be your duty to aid your mother in ensuring that Colchis remains protected and lead our soldiers within the Kingdom. There is possibility for war on two fronts and our Kingdom must stay strong." He would not express his worries that the two fronts may have actually been one, not in public. That was something he was sure that his family could already discern that for themselves.
Yanni was silent as her husband began to tell his tale, listening intently to every word and weighing the meaning of each. There was something unspoken there, something he didn’t seem to quite want to voice out loud. She thought she knew what it was, it was no coincidence that right as a war was brewing with Egypt, their enemies to the North learned how to navigate the waters and some how procured ships. It made sense now, the ship they had found, when they had thought it was Tython’s body on board. She could remember the pure and absolute dread that had hit her upon hearing of the ship, and then the heart sinking sadness of the discovery of a body with the King’s crown. That day still haunted her, despite the fact that Tython was now back. Their time once more was limited though, with this war.
Yanni knew nothing of the ways of war, other than it was bloody, dirty and desperate on all fronts. Zanon would handle that, least the Northern barbarians decide to attack, and Yanni would do what she could to support him. Supplies would be needed, stockpiles in case their routes were cut off from the farmers and ranchers to the North of Midas. Already plans were running through the Queen’s mind, and she was making mental notes of what she would need to deal with, what she would need to begin doing the moment Tython was marching off to war again.
Until then, all she wanted was as much time with her husband as she could possibly get, and he seemed to return the sentiment.
Yanni remained silent, there wasn’t much for her to add in terms of conversation. She felt a bit relieved to finally know what had kept her husband from her side for so long while she thought him dead, but the relief was overpowered by the sense of foreboding she felt knowing that their Northern enemies were stronger, and likely working with someone else.
She kept all of that off of her face though, especially in front of the guests that were currently seated around the table with them. None of them needed to know that the Queen was worried, she would keep her calm and stoic front up, at least while she was still in the presence of those who were not immediate family.
She reached over, to place a comforting hand on her husbands arm, clearly he was troubled by what had happened and what he had learned, and she really couldn’t blame him. She was even more grateful that he had made it home now, had he not had the forethought to send a test ship ahead to discover what the trouble was, it likely would have been that he was lost to her forever. She couldn’t remember ever being so glad that her husband was as smart as he was strong. Not all men would have thought of such a thing, and would have found their doom because of it.
Yanni gave Tython’s arm a small squeeze before dropping her hand once more to her lap, looking around the room for everyone elses’ reactions to this revelation.
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Yanni was silent as her husband began to tell his tale, listening intently to every word and weighing the meaning of each. There was something unspoken there, something he didn’t seem to quite want to voice out loud. She thought she knew what it was, it was no coincidence that right as a war was brewing with Egypt, their enemies to the North learned how to navigate the waters and some how procured ships. It made sense now, the ship they had found, when they had thought it was Tython’s body on board. She could remember the pure and absolute dread that had hit her upon hearing of the ship, and then the heart sinking sadness of the discovery of a body with the King’s crown. That day still haunted her, despite the fact that Tython was now back. Their time once more was limited though, with this war.
Yanni knew nothing of the ways of war, other than it was bloody, dirty and desperate on all fronts. Zanon would handle that, least the Northern barbarians decide to attack, and Yanni would do what she could to support him. Supplies would be needed, stockpiles in case their routes were cut off from the farmers and ranchers to the North of Midas. Already plans were running through the Queen’s mind, and she was making mental notes of what she would need to deal with, what she would need to begin doing the moment Tython was marching off to war again.
Until then, all she wanted was as much time with her husband as she could possibly get, and he seemed to return the sentiment.
Yanni remained silent, there wasn’t much for her to add in terms of conversation. She felt a bit relieved to finally know what had kept her husband from her side for so long while she thought him dead, but the relief was overpowered by the sense of foreboding she felt knowing that their Northern enemies were stronger, and likely working with someone else.
She kept all of that off of her face though, especially in front of the guests that were currently seated around the table with them. None of them needed to know that the Queen was worried, she would keep her calm and stoic front up, at least while she was still in the presence of those who were not immediate family.
She reached over, to place a comforting hand on her husbands arm, clearly he was troubled by what had happened and what he had learned, and she really couldn’t blame him. She was even more grateful that he had made it home now, had he not had the forethought to send a test ship ahead to discover what the trouble was, it likely would have been that he was lost to her forever. She couldn’t remember ever being so glad that her husband was as smart as he was strong. Not all men would have thought of such a thing, and would have found their doom because of it.
Yanni gave Tython’s arm a small squeeze before dropping her hand once more to her lap, looking around the room for everyone elses’ reactions to this revelation.
Yanni was silent as her husband began to tell his tale, listening intently to every word and weighing the meaning of each. There was something unspoken there, something he didn’t seem to quite want to voice out loud. She thought she knew what it was, it was no coincidence that right as a war was brewing with Egypt, their enemies to the North learned how to navigate the waters and some how procured ships. It made sense now, the ship they had found, when they had thought it was Tython’s body on board. She could remember the pure and absolute dread that had hit her upon hearing of the ship, and then the heart sinking sadness of the discovery of a body with the King’s crown. That day still haunted her, despite the fact that Tython was now back. Their time once more was limited though, with this war.
Yanni knew nothing of the ways of war, other than it was bloody, dirty and desperate on all fronts. Zanon would handle that, least the Northern barbarians decide to attack, and Yanni would do what she could to support him. Supplies would be needed, stockpiles in case their routes were cut off from the farmers and ranchers to the North of Midas. Already plans were running through the Queen’s mind, and she was making mental notes of what she would need to deal with, what she would need to begin doing the moment Tython was marching off to war again.
Until then, all she wanted was as much time with her husband as she could possibly get, and he seemed to return the sentiment.
Yanni remained silent, there wasn’t much for her to add in terms of conversation. She felt a bit relieved to finally know what had kept her husband from her side for so long while she thought him dead, but the relief was overpowered by the sense of foreboding she felt knowing that their Northern enemies were stronger, and likely working with someone else.
She kept all of that off of her face though, especially in front of the guests that were currently seated around the table with them. None of them needed to know that the Queen was worried, she would keep her calm and stoic front up, at least while she was still in the presence of those who were not immediate family.
She reached over, to place a comforting hand on her husbands arm, clearly he was troubled by what had happened and what he had learned, and she really couldn’t blame him. She was even more grateful that he had made it home now, had he not had the forethought to send a test ship ahead to discover what the trouble was, it likely would have been that he was lost to her forever. She couldn’t remember ever being so glad that her husband was as smart as he was strong. Not all men would have thought of such a thing, and would have found their doom because of it.
Yanni gave Tython’s arm a small squeeze before dropping her hand once more to her lap, looking around the room for everyone elses’ reactions to this revelation.
Had the Queen been looking for an obvious reaction in the faces of those around the dinner table, she was looking for it in the wrong family. For the Kotas were well known for their stoicism in the face of war. Even the more emotional members of Vangelis' family - Zanon and Silas for examples - were stony faced when it came to matters of military importance. Not because they didn't care. But because they knew in order to be effective over such matters, they had to be without emotion. Without mercy. And without affection.
The moment Vangelis' father had started to give his report, the military men at the table seemed to rise a little in their chairs, their backs straightening and their shoulders widening as their posture became harsher, stronger and more durable against whatever mental or emotional blows the king's recount was about to send their way. And there were numerous.
Firstly, that the men of the north had mobilised in some manner that had united them. In the past, they had always been in singular tribes and units, operating as individuals. It was why the battles to the North were so continuous - never ending. Whilst one group recovered from their losses against the Colchians and re-banded, another would try their luck. It was why soldiers were almost permanently required across the strait. But also, why the northern barbarians had never been able to deal a blow so severe upon the Colchians forces that their own home was ever in danger.
Yet now...
Vangelis' jaw widened a little as his teeth clenched and his fingers curled over the surface of the table, pulling inwards to turn his hands into fists. There was tension in his body, but his eyes and gaze were impressively calm as he simply watched his father report back the challenges he had faced and the choices that he had made.
As much as the King considered his test to be a failure; as much as he mourned the loss of his soldiers and closest advisors... Vangelis' tactical mind and paternal fealty offered up the alternative suggestion that such an action had been a complete success within its intention. By the sinking of the decoy ship, the enemy had revealed their position and their numbers and the king had been able to return home. And as regrettable as the loss of human life - any life - was... had the loss been that of the king, the death toll would have been far higher. For a military campaign struggled to operate without a head.
That was why kings and monarchs were so important. Not because they were born to be important or because they held royal blood in their veins. But because theirs was a position of import. A position of protection and defence of their people. And to lose them, left the body of a kingdom flailing, unable to protect itself. This was the duty and responsibility that Tython had always taught to Vangelis.
When his father had finished speaking, there was a hush over the table that spoke volumes of both the fear of an escalating situation to the south and the opinions upon his father's actions to circumnavigate it and return home.
Vangelis wasn't sure who was due to break such a silence but as he was the first born, he took what he assumed to be his duty in it-
"As much as the unification of the North is dangerous, it also presents an opportunity." He spoke, his tone not one of youthful optimism but realistic compromise. "With one force comes one leader. Potential peace talks will be easier to establish after a decisive victory in our favour."
The matter of them being sea borne now held fewer silver-linings to be had so Vangelis left that matter entirely, making a mental note to ensure that he assigned forces to the coastline of Almosis and Illytia - provinces that held the best coastline on Kos to be able to draw in battle ships.
"I think I can safely say father that regardless of loss, we would rather you here with us than still at the bottom of the sea."
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Had the Queen been looking for an obvious reaction in the faces of those around the dinner table, she was looking for it in the wrong family. For the Kotas were well known for their stoicism in the face of war. Even the more emotional members of Vangelis' family - Zanon and Silas for examples - were stony faced when it came to matters of military importance. Not because they didn't care. But because they knew in order to be effective over such matters, they had to be without emotion. Without mercy. And without affection.
The moment Vangelis' father had started to give his report, the military men at the table seemed to rise a little in their chairs, their backs straightening and their shoulders widening as their posture became harsher, stronger and more durable against whatever mental or emotional blows the king's recount was about to send their way. And there were numerous.
Firstly, that the men of the north had mobilised in some manner that had united them. In the past, they had always been in singular tribes and units, operating as individuals. It was why the battles to the North were so continuous - never ending. Whilst one group recovered from their losses against the Colchians and re-banded, another would try their luck. It was why soldiers were almost permanently required across the strait. But also, why the northern barbarians had never been able to deal a blow so severe upon the Colchians forces that their own home was ever in danger.
Yet now...
Vangelis' jaw widened a little as his teeth clenched and his fingers curled over the surface of the table, pulling inwards to turn his hands into fists. There was tension in his body, but his eyes and gaze were impressively calm as he simply watched his father report back the challenges he had faced and the choices that he had made.
As much as the King considered his test to be a failure; as much as he mourned the loss of his soldiers and closest advisors... Vangelis' tactical mind and paternal fealty offered up the alternative suggestion that such an action had been a complete success within its intention. By the sinking of the decoy ship, the enemy had revealed their position and their numbers and the king had been able to return home. And as regrettable as the loss of human life - any life - was... had the loss been that of the king, the death toll would have been far higher. For a military campaign struggled to operate without a head.
That was why kings and monarchs were so important. Not because they were born to be important or because they held royal blood in their veins. But because theirs was a position of import. A position of protection and defence of their people. And to lose them, left the body of a kingdom flailing, unable to protect itself. This was the duty and responsibility that Tython had always taught to Vangelis.
When his father had finished speaking, there was a hush over the table that spoke volumes of both the fear of an escalating situation to the south and the opinions upon his father's actions to circumnavigate it and return home.
Vangelis wasn't sure who was due to break such a silence but as he was the first born, he took what he assumed to be his duty in it-
"As much as the unification of the North is dangerous, it also presents an opportunity." He spoke, his tone not one of youthful optimism but realistic compromise. "With one force comes one leader. Potential peace talks will be easier to establish after a decisive victory in our favour."
The matter of them being sea borne now held fewer silver-linings to be had so Vangelis left that matter entirely, making a mental note to ensure that he assigned forces to the coastline of Almosis and Illytia - provinces that held the best coastline on Kos to be able to draw in battle ships.
"I think I can safely say father that regardless of loss, we would rather you here with us than still at the bottom of the sea."
Had the Queen been looking for an obvious reaction in the faces of those around the dinner table, she was looking for it in the wrong family. For the Kotas were well known for their stoicism in the face of war. Even the more emotional members of Vangelis' family - Zanon and Silas for examples - were stony faced when it came to matters of military importance. Not because they didn't care. But because they knew in order to be effective over such matters, they had to be without emotion. Without mercy. And without affection.
The moment Vangelis' father had started to give his report, the military men at the table seemed to rise a little in their chairs, their backs straightening and their shoulders widening as their posture became harsher, stronger and more durable against whatever mental or emotional blows the king's recount was about to send their way. And there were numerous.
Firstly, that the men of the north had mobilised in some manner that had united them. In the past, they had always been in singular tribes and units, operating as individuals. It was why the battles to the North were so continuous - never ending. Whilst one group recovered from their losses against the Colchians and re-banded, another would try their luck. It was why soldiers were almost permanently required across the strait. But also, why the northern barbarians had never been able to deal a blow so severe upon the Colchians forces that their own home was ever in danger.
Yet now...
Vangelis' jaw widened a little as his teeth clenched and his fingers curled over the surface of the table, pulling inwards to turn his hands into fists. There was tension in his body, but his eyes and gaze were impressively calm as he simply watched his father report back the challenges he had faced and the choices that he had made.
As much as the King considered his test to be a failure; as much as he mourned the loss of his soldiers and closest advisors... Vangelis' tactical mind and paternal fealty offered up the alternative suggestion that such an action had been a complete success within its intention. By the sinking of the decoy ship, the enemy had revealed their position and their numbers and the king had been able to return home. And as regrettable as the loss of human life - any life - was... had the loss been that of the king, the death toll would have been far higher. For a military campaign struggled to operate without a head.
That was why kings and monarchs were so important. Not because they were born to be important or because they held royal blood in their veins. But because theirs was a position of import. A position of protection and defence of their people. And to lose them, left the body of a kingdom flailing, unable to protect itself. This was the duty and responsibility that Tython had always taught to Vangelis.
When his father had finished speaking, there was a hush over the table that spoke volumes of both the fear of an escalating situation to the south and the opinions upon his father's actions to circumnavigate it and return home.
Vangelis wasn't sure who was due to break such a silence but as he was the first born, he took what he assumed to be his duty in it-
"As much as the unification of the North is dangerous, it also presents an opportunity." He spoke, his tone not one of youthful optimism but realistic compromise. "With one force comes one leader. Potential peace talks will be easier to establish after a decisive victory in our favour."
The matter of them being sea borne now held fewer silver-linings to be had so Vangelis left that matter entirely, making a mental note to ensure that he assigned forces to the coastline of Almosis and Illytia - provinces that held the best coastline on Kos to be able to draw in battle ships.
"I think I can safely say father that regardless of loss, we would rather you here with us than still at the bottom of the sea."
It was a sentiment that Tython should have shared. The promise of opportunity for the wars to the north to end. For both Colchis and Athenia to remain out of the reach of what the Northern armies could do to them. Though, with them now able to sail across the seas, even though they were still unpracticed and essentially children on the waves, they now posed an additional danger to the rest of the Greecian Kingdoms. That alone was Tython's fear, simply because there was no true promise of peace. Not when Colchis had spent decades waging war on the northern fronts, moving against tribe after tribe in order to ensure the protection of not just his own Kingdom, but Greece as a whole.
Yanni's hand on his arm did not go unnoticed, and Tython very slowly brought his other hand over to rest over hers. He did not look fully at his queen, but he would not deny her the touch that they both seemed to want. The touch they both vyed for even in these moments of being surrounded by their own family. Their guests were another story, but Tython had spent many years on the throne, and if he wanted to show his wife affection, then he would. There was no reason to really look toward his own image when he had been such a solid force for Colchis for so many years.
Tython at least owed himself that.
Noting the way that all of his sons seemed to straighten at any talk at all of warfare, Tython realized that he had raised them all correctly. Because they all listened with rapt attention, even when Vangelis broke the lingering silence that Tython's story had brought upon the table, in front of their guests, and into the minds of the entirety of the Kotas family. The king knew it may not have been conducive to the current discussion to voice his more quiet fears, but he would not let them go unsaid when they were points that needed to be considered regardless. Especially with most of the Kotas men leaving to another war in just a few short days or weeks. The timeframe was still fuzzy and Tython hadn't fully put in the thought for its organization, choosing to leave those details to Vangelis. This would be one of their bigger campaigns together, and likely Tython's last, whether he lived or died.
"I see it as an opportunity as well, for future endeavors to quell the wars to the north may be more successful. However, the tribes are so numerous and so large that the joining of them could bring forth more danger than we have ever expected from a single enemy," Tython hummed low, reaching for his wine and removing his hand from Yanni's. He brought his cup to his lips, drank for a moment and then trailed his gaze back to Vangelis. "I appreciate the sentiment, Vangelis," Tython noted to his son's declaration that they would rather him be there with them instead of dead.
He felt the same way, especially when his gaze flitted to the rest of his children and then his wife. He did to. He wanted to be here, not drowned and bloated at the bottom of the seas that he had spent much of his life navigating.
"That is all that I had to say. Please. Everyone, eat," he motioned at the spread that was being set up along the massive table.
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It was a sentiment that Tython should have shared. The promise of opportunity for the wars to the north to end. For both Colchis and Athenia to remain out of the reach of what the Northern armies could do to them. Though, with them now able to sail across the seas, even though they were still unpracticed and essentially children on the waves, they now posed an additional danger to the rest of the Greecian Kingdoms. That alone was Tython's fear, simply because there was no true promise of peace. Not when Colchis had spent decades waging war on the northern fronts, moving against tribe after tribe in order to ensure the protection of not just his own Kingdom, but Greece as a whole.
Yanni's hand on his arm did not go unnoticed, and Tython very slowly brought his other hand over to rest over hers. He did not look fully at his queen, but he would not deny her the touch that they both seemed to want. The touch they both vyed for even in these moments of being surrounded by their own family. Their guests were another story, but Tython had spent many years on the throne, and if he wanted to show his wife affection, then he would. There was no reason to really look toward his own image when he had been such a solid force for Colchis for so many years.
Tython at least owed himself that.
Noting the way that all of his sons seemed to straighten at any talk at all of warfare, Tython realized that he had raised them all correctly. Because they all listened with rapt attention, even when Vangelis broke the lingering silence that Tython's story had brought upon the table, in front of their guests, and into the minds of the entirety of the Kotas family. The king knew it may not have been conducive to the current discussion to voice his more quiet fears, but he would not let them go unsaid when they were points that needed to be considered regardless. Especially with most of the Kotas men leaving to another war in just a few short days or weeks. The timeframe was still fuzzy and Tython hadn't fully put in the thought for its organization, choosing to leave those details to Vangelis. This would be one of their bigger campaigns together, and likely Tython's last, whether he lived or died.
"I see it as an opportunity as well, for future endeavors to quell the wars to the north may be more successful. However, the tribes are so numerous and so large that the joining of them could bring forth more danger than we have ever expected from a single enemy," Tython hummed low, reaching for his wine and removing his hand from Yanni's. He brought his cup to his lips, drank for a moment and then trailed his gaze back to Vangelis. "I appreciate the sentiment, Vangelis," Tython noted to his son's declaration that they would rather him be there with them instead of dead.
He felt the same way, especially when his gaze flitted to the rest of his children and then his wife. He did to. He wanted to be here, not drowned and bloated at the bottom of the seas that he had spent much of his life navigating.
"That is all that I had to say. Please. Everyone, eat," he motioned at the spread that was being set up along the massive table.
It was a sentiment that Tython should have shared. The promise of opportunity for the wars to the north to end. For both Colchis and Athenia to remain out of the reach of what the Northern armies could do to them. Though, with them now able to sail across the seas, even though they were still unpracticed and essentially children on the waves, they now posed an additional danger to the rest of the Greecian Kingdoms. That alone was Tython's fear, simply because there was no true promise of peace. Not when Colchis had spent decades waging war on the northern fronts, moving against tribe after tribe in order to ensure the protection of not just his own Kingdom, but Greece as a whole.
Yanni's hand on his arm did not go unnoticed, and Tython very slowly brought his other hand over to rest over hers. He did not look fully at his queen, but he would not deny her the touch that they both seemed to want. The touch they both vyed for even in these moments of being surrounded by their own family. Their guests were another story, but Tython had spent many years on the throne, and if he wanted to show his wife affection, then he would. There was no reason to really look toward his own image when he had been such a solid force for Colchis for so many years.
Tython at least owed himself that.
Noting the way that all of his sons seemed to straighten at any talk at all of warfare, Tython realized that he had raised them all correctly. Because they all listened with rapt attention, even when Vangelis broke the lingering silence that Tython's story had brought upon the table, in front of their guests, and into the minds of the entirety of the Kotas family. The king knew it may not have been conducive to the current discussion to voice his more quiet fears, but he would not let them go unsaid when they were points that needed to be considered regardless. Especially with most of the Kotas men leaving to another war in just a few short days or weeks. The timeframe was still fuzzy and Tython hadn't fully put in the thought for its organization, choosing to leave those details to Vangelis. This would be one of their bigger campaigns together, and likely Tython's last, whether he lived or died.
"I see it as an opportunity as well, for future endeavors to quell the wars to the north may be more successful. However, the tribes are so numerous and so large that the joining of them could bring forth more danger than we have ever expected from a single enemy," Tython hummed low, reaching for his wine and removing his hand from Yanni's. He brought his cup to his lips, drank for a moment and then trailed his gaze back to Vangelis. "I appreciate the sentiment, Vangelis," Tython noted to his son's declaration that they would rather him be there with them instead of dead.
He felt the same way, especially when his gaze flitted to the rest of his children and then his wife. He did to. He wanted to be here, not drowned and bloated at the bottom of the seas that he had spent much of his life navigating.
"That is all that I had to say. Please. Everyone, eat," he motioned at the spread that was being set up along the massive table.