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With his father's words of warning, Vangelis nodded in agreement. For they were each right in their own way. A united enemy meant a singular force that could be beaten back in a decisive assault. The reason that the battles to the North had taken so long and continued over so many years was because there was no enemy to defeat. With each victory another tribe took its place. Despite the martial superiority of the Colchis forces; their training and equipment included - they were forced to fight a never-ending war whilst the tribal lands of the north took periods of rest between the fighting. A single battle would put them on an even keel. A singular military unit that could be defeated and then sued for peace talks.
It would, as his father had stated, simply be one of the most difficult - if not the most difficult victories to achieve in the lands of the North. It would likely mean a long skirmish, a longer campaign and the loss of a large number of men. And it would have to happen soon. What was the most concerning of this new information was the fact that it was happening now. The timing was difficult on so many levels. With the Colchian forces honour bound to aid Taengea in their war, they did not have the manpower to fight on two fronts. They would need to secure victory over Egypt quickly if they were to be able to turn tail and hurry to the north immediately after.
Despite all the risk that such a plan placed upon the table, stretching their forces across two wars would only ensure a double defeat. This was there only workable plan.
His mind set that the decisions forming in the minds of all of the men around the table were of a similar nature or, if not, would be voiced at another time around a war table, rather than one filled with food and wine, Vangelis was able to compartmentalise. Talk of war and death were placed to the back of his mind and his eyes found themselves drawn towards the blonde across the table from him. He didn't know if Selene had been noticing his change of expression, but she would hear his words and know their intent all the same.
"Father." Vangelis spoke up, when the king spread his hands in a gesture for all present to eat and enjoy the meal prepared by the household staff. "I'll not delay your order or our guests from dining longer than necessary but I also have a word to share?" His tone turned upwards in pitch at the end, his statement becoming a question. It was rare that Vangelis would turn to the acceptance of another for his choices, but then it was rare for him to be in the company of the only man in the kingdom who outranked him.
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With his father's words of warning, Vangelis nodded in agreement. For they were each right in their own way. A united enemy meant a singular force that could be beaten back in a decisive assault. The reason that the battles to the North had taken so long and continued over so many years was because there was no enemy to defeat. With each victory another tribe took its place. Despite the martial superiority of the Colchis forces; their training and equipment included - they were forced to fight a never-ending war whilst the tribal lands of the north took periods of rest between the fighting. A single battle would put them on an even keel. A singular military unit that could be defeated and then sued for peace talks.
It would, as his father had stated, simply be one of the most difficult - if not the most difficult victories to achieve in the lands of the North. It would likely mean a long skirmish, a longer campaign and the loss of a large number of men. And it would have to happen soon. What was the most concerning of this new information was the fact that it was happening now. The timing was difficult on so many levels. With the Colchian forces honour bound to aid Taengea in their war, they did not have the manpower to fight on two fronts. They would need to secure victory over Egypt quickly if they were to be able to turn tail and hurry to the north immediately after.
Despite all the risk that such a plan placed upon the table, stretching their forces across two wars would only ensure a double defeat. This was there only workable plan.
His mind set that the decisions forming in the minds of all of the men around the table were of a similar nature or, if not, would be voiced at another time around a war table, rather than one filled with food and wine, Vangelis was able to compartmentalise. Talk of war and death were placed to the back of his mind and his eyes found themselves drawn towards the blonde across the table from him. He didn't know if Selene had been noticing his change of expression, but she would hear his words and know their intent all the same.
"Father." Vangelis spoke up, when the king spread his hands in a gesture for all present to eat and enjoy the meal prepared by the household staff. "I'll not delay your order or our guests from dining longer than necessary but I also have a word to share?" His tone turned upwards in pitch at the end, his statement becoming a question. It was rare that Vangelis would turn to the acceptance of another for his choices, but then it was rare for him to be in the company of the only man in the kingdom who outranked him.
With his father's words of warning, Vangelis nodded in agreement. For they were each right in their own way. A united enemy meant a singular force that could be beaten back in a decisive assault. The reason that the battles to the North had taken so long and continued over so many years was because there was no enemy to defeat. With each victory another tribe took its place. Despite the martial superiority of the Colchis forces; their training and equipment included - they were forced to fight a never-ending war whilst the tribal lands of the north took periods of rest between the fighting. A single battle would put them on an even keel. A singular military unit that could be defeated and then sued for peace talks.
It would, as his father had stated, simply be one of the most difficult - if not the most difficult victories to achieve in the lands of the North. It would likely mean a long skirmish, a longer campaign and the loss of a large number of men. And it would have to happen soon. What was the most concerning of this new information was the fact that it was happening now. The timing was difficult on so many levels. With the Colchian forces honour bound to aid Taengea in their war, they did not have the manpower to fight on two fronts. They would need to secure victory over Egypt quickly if they were to be able to turn tail and hurry to the north immediately after.
Despite all the risk that such a plan placed upon the table, stretching their forces across two wars would only ensure a double defeat. This was there only workable plan.
His mind set that the decisions forming in the minds of all of the men around the table were of a similar nature or, if not, would be voiced at another time around a war table, rather than one filled with food and wine, Vangelis was able to compartmentalise. Talk of war and death were placed to the back of his mind and his eyes found themselves drawn towards the blonde across the table from him. He didn't know if Selene had been noticing his change of expression, but she would hear his words and know their intent all the same.
"Father." Vangelis spoke up, when the king spread his hands in a gesture for all present to eat and enjoy the meal prepared by the household staff. "I'll not delay your order or our guests from dining longer than necessary but I also have a word to share?" His tone turned upwards in pitch at the end, his statement becoming a question. It was rare that Vangelis would turn to the acceptance of another for his choices, but then it was rare for him to be in the company of the only man in the kingdom who outranked him.
The eldest Leventi knew very little of Colchian politics, and she felt like there was little she could add to the conversation that would be of worth. Her place was to listen, to learn now and ask questions of Vangelis when they were alone. Then, perhaps, she could come back with more to say. But for now, there was little else to do but quietly eat the course set in front of her.
The more they spoke, the more she realized that she should have done more research once she and Vangelis had spoke. There was too little she knew, things that she should be aware of as someone who would one day, with their blessing, be the Queen. If the way Yanni ruled in her husband stead was any indication of what her role would be politically, then she needed to close the information gap as quickly as possible. Knowing the people, loving the kingdom, was not enough to be the Queen here. She would have to understand treaties, who their allies were and even more so, would need to know their enemies.
She made a mental note to spend less time in the stables and more time in the libraries. Feigning ignorance would only get her so far.
The table was quiet as they listened, the only questions coming from the Kotas family. It was obvious that her side of the family was waiting for the reason they’d been invited to the meal. As soon as the King explained his return, and what had led up to it, she was certain that Vangelis would want to speak of it soon after so that they could enjoy their meal with no further news.
And, just as expected, he spoke up, turning the conversation towards him. From her seat across from him, she was beaming a bit, cheeks flushing with the joy she was glad she no longer had to hide. Her hand reached over to give her mother’s a squeeze. This was the moment they had both been waiting for. And while it was for different reasons, the end result was something they both had prayed for. Her heart was full, with her family and soon to be extended relatives close at hand. It was not her place to say anything, instead watching Vangelis with a smile.
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The eldest Leventi knew very little of Colchian politics, and she felt like there was little she could add to the conversation that would be of worth. Her place was to listen, to learn now and ask questions of Vangelis when they were alone. Then, perhaps, she could come back with more to say. But for now, there was little else to do but quietly eat the course set in front of her.
The more they spoke, the more she realized that she should have done more research once she and Vangelis had spoke. There was too little she knew, things that she should be aware of as someone who would one day, with their blessing, be the Queen. If the way Yanni ruled in her husband stead was any indication of what her role would be politically, then she needed to close the information gap as quickly as possible. Knowing the people, loving the kingdom, was not enough to be the Queen here. She would have to understand treaties, who their allies were and even more so, would need to know their enemies.
She made a mental note to spend less time in the stables and more time in the libraries. Feigning ignorance would only get her so far.
The table was quiet as they listened, the only questions coming from the Kotas family. It was obvious that her side of the family was waiting for the reason they’d been invited to the meal. As soon as the King explained his return, and what had led up to it, she was certain that Vangelis would want to speak of it soon after so that they could enjoy their meal with no further news.
And, just as expected, he spoke up, turning the conversation towards him. From her seat across from him, she was beaming a bit, cheeks flushing with the joy she was glad she no longer had to hide. Her hand reached over to give her mother’s a squeeze. This was the moment they had both been waiting for. And while it was for different reasons, the end result was something they both had prayed for. Her heart was full, with her family and soon to be extended relatives close at hand. It was not her place to say anything, instead watching Vangelis with a smile.
The eldest Leventi knew very little of Colchian politics, and she felt like there was little she could add to the conversation that would be of worth. Her place was to listen, to learn now and ask questions of Vangelis when they were alone. Then, perhaps, she could come back with more to say. But for now, there was little else to do but quietly eat the course set in front of her.
The more they spoke, the more she realized that she should have done more research once she and Vangelis had spoke. There was too little she knew, things that she should be aware of as someone who would one day, with their blessing, be the Queen. If the way Yanni ruled in her husband stead was any indication of what her role would be politically, then she needed to close the information gap as quickly as possible. Knowing the people, loving the kingdom, was not enough to be the Queen here. She would have to understand treaties, who their allies were and even more so, would need to know their enemies.
She made a mental note to spend less time in the stables and more time in the libraries. Feigning ignorance would only get her so far.
The table was quiet as they listened, the only questions coming from the Kotas family. It was obvious that her side of the family was waiting for the reason they’d been invited to the meal. As soon as the King explained his return, and what had led up to it, she was certain that Vangelis would want to speak of it soon after so that they could enjoy their meal with no further news.
And, just as expected, he spoke up, turning the conversation towards him. From her seat across from him, she was beaming a bit, cheeks flushing with the joy she was glad she no longer had to hide. Her hand reached over to give her mother’s a squeeze. This was the moment they had both been waiting for. And while it was for different reasons, the end result was something they both had prayed for. Her heart was full, with her family and soon to be extended relatives close at hand. It was not her place to say anything, instead watching Vangelis with a smile.
Vangelis was not one for fine words or pretty announcements. He had not inherited the charisma with which Tython could hold an audience or spin a tale. Tython was effective, blunt and specific where he needed to be, but he was far more personable than Vangelis. Far more like Zanon. Where the second-born son had taken on the social qualities of his father, Vangelis favoured more to his mother's side of character. Yanni was calm, quiet and spoke when she felt it necessary with a command and elegance that belied any timidity. She wasn't of fewer words than her husband because she was shy - she was just more selective in how she communicated. And of all her children, Vangelis was perhaps the only one who had followed in her stead in this.
Looking at the expression of excitement on Selene's face, Vangelis felt a heat between his shoulder blades at the sudden awareness of his own significance. When he had spoken of marriage with Selene, when he had made his offer to her - he had seen it as an advantageous match. One that would be valuable to the Kotas clan but also not dissatisfying to the Leventi House. He had failed to take into consideration that, beyond satisfaction of his rank and role as a prospective husband, the woman before him might actually want to be married to him as an individual. The simple joy that she held in her eyes made him bizarre self-conscious. As if he feared her was conning her with a misrepresentation of what she might get from him as a husband.
Swallowing and shaking away such concerns, Vangelis looked back to his father, speaking to his parents with the respectful tone of deference that they were due.
"I have sought the permission of Lord Fotios of Leventi for the Lady Selene's hand." He stated. It was simple, bold and formal. "We estimate no objections."
Perhaps not the sweetest or most personal way to announce a union of marriage, Vangelis had focused on the facts of the matter. But, to him, those were all that mattered to the public figures around them, regardless of their personal and blood connections to the both of them. He wasn't a man to wear his heart on his sleeve nor offer up hints as to his personal thoughts and emotions. Whilst some might think him simply emotionless or a poor communicator, the simplest truth was just that he was an intensely private man. He had communicated what was necessary. And that was the end of it.
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Vangelis was not one for fine words or pretty announcements. He had not inherited the charisma with which Tython could hold an audience or spin a tale. Tython was effective, blunt and specific where he needed to be, but he was far more personable than Vangelis. Far more like Zanon. Where the second-born son had taken on the social qualities of his father, Vangelis favoured more to his mother's side of character. Yanni was calm, quiet and spoke when she felt it necessary with a command and elegance that belied any timidity. She wasn't of fewer words than her husband because she was shy - she was just more selective in how she communicated. And of all her children, Vangelis was perhaps the only one who had followed in her stead in this.
Looking at the expression of excitement on Selene's face, Vangelis felt a heat between his shoulder blades at the sudden awareness of his own significance. When he had spoken of marriage with Selene, when he had made his offer to her - he had seen it as an advantageous match. One that would be valuable to the Kotas clan but also not dissatisfying to the Leventi House. He had failed to take into consideration that, beyond satisfaction of his rank and role as a prospective husband, the woman before him might actually want to be married to him as an individual. The simple joy that she held in her eyes made him bizarre self-conscious. As if he feared her was conning her with a misrepresentation of what she might get from him as a husband.
Swallowing and shaking away such concerns, Vangelis looked back to his father, speaking to his parents with the respectful tone of deference that they were due.
"I have sought the permission of Lord Fotios of Leventi for the Lady Selene's hand." He stated. It was simple, bold and formal. "We estimate no objections."
Perhaps not the sweetest or most personal way to announce a union of marriage, Vangelis had focused on the facts of the matter. But, to him, those were all that mattered to the public figures around them, regardless of their personal and blood connections to the both of them. He wasn't a man to wear his heart on his sleeve nor offer up hints as to his personal thoughts and emotions. Whilst some might think him simply emotionless or a poor communicator, the simplest truth was just that he was an intensely private man. He had communicated what was necessary. And that was the end of it.
Vangelis was not one for fine words or pretty announcements. He had not inherited the charisma with which Tython could hold an audience or spin a tale. Tython was effective, blunt and specific where he needed to be, but he was far more personable than Vangelis. Far more like Zanon. Where the second-born son had taken on the social qualities of his father, Vangelis favoured more to his mother's side of character. Yanni was calm, quiet and spoke when she felt it necessary with a command and elegance that belied any timidity. She wasn't of fewer words than her husband because she was shy - she was just more selective in how she communicated. And of all her children, Vangelis was perhaps the only one who had followed in her stead in this.
Looking at the expression of excitement on Selene's face, Vangelis felt a heat between his shoulder blades at the sudden awareness of his own significance. When he had spoken of marriage with Selene, when he had made his offer to her - he had seen it as an advantageous match. One that would be valuable to the Kotas clan but also not dissatisfying to the Leventi House. He had failed to take into consideration that, beyond satisfaction of his rank and role as a prospective husband, the woman before him might actually want to be married to him as an individual. The simple joy that she held in her eyes made him bizarre self-conscious. As if he feared her was conning her with a misrepresentation of what she might get from him as a husband.
Swallowing and shaking away such concerns, Vangelis looked back to his father, speaking to his parents with the respectful tone of deference that they were due.
"I have sought the permission of Lord Fotios of Leventi for the Lady Selene's hand." He stated. It was simple, bold and formal. "We estimate no objections."
Perhaps not the sweetest or most personal way to announce a union of marriage, Vangelis had focused on the facts of the matter. But, to him, those were all that mattered to the public figures around them, regardless of their personal and blood connections to the both of them. He wasn't a man to wear his heart on his sleeve nor offer up hints as to his personal thoughts and emotions. Whilst some might think him simply emotionless or a poor communicator, the simplest truth was just that he was an intensely private man. He had communicated what was necessary. And that was the end of it.
The military men at the table were not the only ones who sat up straight when the king began his story. From conversing with myriad types of people when in disguise, Athanasia had learned quite a bit about politics and war. She had no trouble at all understanding everything her father said. It was no secret that he and his men had gone to battle the Northern tribes. More than one soldier she had spoken to at various taverns had described them as stubborn and fierce, which was why they had never been completely defeated.
Now that they were united and had ships, they would be stronger than ever and had already shown their shrewdness by destroying two Colchian vessels. The young princess believed that they had had help to teach them how to build ships and sail them. Maybe that new knowledge had been what brought them together. They must have also sent spies to infiltrate their enemy’s camp so they would know their movements.
Who, she wondered, had taught them these things? The Egyptians? Perhaps their purpose was to divide the Grecian army so that their victory in the upcoming war would be assured. Or it could have been the work of disgruntled Greeks who had defected to the North to destroy the kingdoms that they believed had failed them in some way. Maybe their families had been killed in a skirmish, or they had been thrown out of the army and were out for revenge. She did not think the Northerners had learned the skill of shipbuilding on their own.
Athanasia watched her father as he spoke. Though he showed no emotion, she sensed that he felt every loss keenly, especially those he had sent into a trap. He must have known that there was little chance that they would survive, but he’d had no other choice. A king must make decisions that benefited all of his subjects, and sometimes that required sacrifice. Everyone who joined the military knew the risks and were willing to give their lives for their country. That, however, would not make her father feel better about sending his soldiers to their deaths.
Everything he said was alarming. Athanasia felt helpless because she was only able to take a passive role. Had she been born a commoner, she could have joined the military as an archer, but that wasn’t possible because of her royal status. If she had the gall to ask her father if she could fight with him, he wouldn’t laugh at her or even show disapproval, but he would refuse her outright. Her purpose had always been clear … to marry for political advantage and influence. She fervently hoped that if they were able to negotiate as Vangelis suggested, she would not be given to one of their chieftains to seal a peace treaty. Sometimes it was so frustrating being a woman.
The army was, indeed, to be divided, and Zanon would command the troops that would be left behind to defend their kingdom if the Northern tribes attacked. They were in good hands. The princess trusted her brothers implicitly. She nodded when Vangelis stated that they would rather have their father with them than at the bottom of the sea. Perhaps his words would alleviate some of the guilt she knew the king must feel.
Their father stated that he had nothing more to say. Apparently Vangelis did. Looking around the table, Athanasia saw the grin on Selene’s face and guessed what was coming before he made the announcement. Her friend was going to become her sister-in-law! She wanted to stand up and hug her, but they seemed to need the king’s approval. Or had he already given it beforehand, and saying that he expected no objections was aimed at the rest of his family? And so she remained where she was, hoping that Selene would see her bright smile.
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The military men at the table were not the only ones who sat up straight when the king began his story. From conversing with myriad types of people when in disguise, Athanasia had learned quite a bit about politics and war. She had no trouble at all understanding everything her father said. It was no secret that he and his men had gone to battle the Northern tribes. More than one soldier she had spoken to at various taverns had described them as stubborn and fierce, which was why they had never been completely defeated.
Now that they were united and had ships, they would be stronger than ever and had already shown their shrewdness by destroying two Colchian vessels. The young princess believed that they had had help to teach them how to build ships and sail them. Maybe that new knowledge had been what brought them together. They must have also sent spies to infiltrate their enemy’s camp so they would know their movements.
Who, she wondered, had taught them these things? The Egyptians? Perhaps their purpose was to divide the Grecian army so that their victory in the upcoming war would be assured. Or it could have been the work of disgruntled Greeks who had defected to the North to destroy the kingdoms that they believed had failed them in some way. Maybe their families had been killed in a skirmish, or they had been thrown out of the army and were out for revenge. She did not think the Northerners had learned the skill of shipbuilding on their own.
Athanasia watched her father as he spoke. Though he showed no emotion, she sensed that he felt every loss keenly, especially those he had sent into a trap. He must have known that there was little chance that they would survive, but he’d had no other choice. A king must make decisions that benefited all of his subjects, and sometimes that required sacrifice. Everyone who joined the military knew the risks and were willing to give their lives for their country. That, however, would not make her father feel better about sending his soldiers to their deaths.
Everything he said was alarming. Athanasia felt helpless because she was only able to take a passive role. Had she been born a commoner, she could have joined the military as an archer, but that wasn’t possible because of her royal status. If she had the gall to ask her father if she could fight with him, he wouldn’t laugh at her or even show disapproval, but he would refuse her outright. Her purpose had always been clear … to marry for political advantage and influence. She fervently hoped that if they were able to negotiate as Vangelis suggested, she would not be given to one of their chieftains to seal a peace treaty. Sometimes it was so frustrating being a woman.
The army was, indeed, to be divided, and Zanon would command the troops that would be left behind to defend their kingdom if the Northern tribes attacked. They were in good hands. The princess trusted her brothers implicitly. She nodded when Vangelis stated that they would rather have their father with them than at the bottom of the sea. Perhaps his words would alleviate some of the guilt she knew the king must feel.
Their father stated that he had nothing more to say. Apparently Vangelis did. Looking around the table, Athanasia saw the grin on Selene’s face and guessed what was coming before he made the announcement. Her friend was going to become her sister-in-law! She wanted to stand up and hug her, but they seemed to need the king’s approval. Or had he already given it beforehand, and saying that he expected no objections was aimed at the rest of his family? And so she remained where she was, hoping that Selene would see her bright smile.
The military men at the table were not the only ones who sat up straight when the king began his story. From conversing with myriad types of people when in disguise, Athanasia had learned quite a bit about politics and war. She had no trouble at all understanding everything her father said. It was no secret that he and his men had gone to battle the Northern tribes. More than one soldier she had spoken to at various taverns had described them as stubborn and fierce, which was why they had never been completely defeated.
Now that they were united and had ships, they would be stronger than ever and had already shown their shrewdness by destroying two Colchian vessels. The young princess believed that they had had help to teach them how to build ships and sail them. Maybe that new knowledge had been what brought them together. They must have also sent spies to infiltrate their enemy’s camp so they would know their movements.
Who, she wondered, had taught them these things? The Egyptians? Perhaps their purpose was to divide the Grecian army so that their victory in the upcoming war would be assured. Or it could have been the work of disgruntled Greeks who had defected to the North to destroy the kingdoms that they believed had failed them in some way. Maybe their families had been killed in a skirmish, or they had been thrown out of the army and were out for revenge. She did not think the Northerners had learned the skill of shipbuilding on their own.
Athanasia watched her father as he spoke. Though he showed no emotion, she sensed that he felt every loss keenly, especially those he had sent into a trap. He must have known that there was little chance that they would survive, but he’d had no other choice. A king must make decisions that benefited all of his subjects, and sometimes that required sacrifice. Everyone who joined the military knew the risks and were willing to give their lives for their country. That, however, would not make her father feel better about sending his soldiers to their deaths.
Everything he said was alarming. Athanasia felt helpless because she was only able to take a passive role. Had she been born a commoner, she could have joined the military as an archer, but that wasn’t possible because of her royal status. If she had the gall to ask her father if she could fight with him, he wouldn’t laugh at her or even show disapproval, but he would refuse her outright. Her purpose had always been clear … to marry for political advantage and influence. She fervently hoped that if they were able to negotiate as Vangelis suggested, she would not be given to one of their chieftains to seal a peace treaty. Sometimes it was so frustrating being a woman.
The army was, indeed, to be divided, and Zanon would command the troops that would be left behind to defend their kingdom if the Northern tribes attacked. They were in good hands. The princess trusted her brothers implicitly. She nodded when Vangelis stated that they would rather have their father with them than at the bottom of the sea. Perhaps his words would alleviate some of the guilt she knew the king must feel.
Their father stated that he had nothing more to say. Apparently Vangelis did. Looking around the table, Athanasia saw the grin on Selene’s face and guessed what was coming before he made the announcement. Her friend was going to become her sister-in-law! She wanted to stand up and hug her, but they seemed to need the king’s approval. Or had he already given it beforehand, and saying that he expected no objections was aimed at the rest of his family? And so she remained where she was, hoping that Selene would see her bright smile.
Yanni was close to telling her sons that they could talk war later, that further conversation of it could be had when they were not around the dinner table with the less military inclined members of their family and extended family. Not because she did not hear or understand most of it, but because it felt more like something that should be discussed among the men at a later time instead of in front of everyone else.
Luckily before she had to intervene and make a comment, the subject was changed by Vang, and her focus instead turned to her oldest son to hear what ever it was he was so eager to talk about. She took her hand from Tython’s arm, the touch had lingered long enough since his announcement, they would have more time alone later she was sure, and that was more than enough of a show of affection in front of others for the moment.
Yanni couldn’t help but smile as she heard the news that her son had to deliver. She had a strange feeling about the way the two had interacted, but she hadn’t made any assumptions, assuming that her son would say something to his parents when the time was right. It truly was some great news in the midst of some harder times for the family.
“Joyous news indeed.” She declared, finally one of her sons was going to marry, and out of love instead of because he had accidentally gotten some woman pregnant. An appropriate match even, to a woman of a noble house. This was definitely a marriage that Yanni could get behind. Though she had warmed up a bit to Evras, she could remember her feelings upon first hearing of the marriage arrangements.
Her attentions turned from her son to her husband, looking for his reaction to the news that their son had to share. She did not see a reason for Tython to be upset about the marriage, and thought that her husband would have a reaction similar to her own.
Yanni looked at Selene and gave her a soft smile, one that would not have been seen had this been a public event, as she tended to keep a more serious manner.
“I would be happy to welcome you into the family when the time comes.” She stated, her way of sort of giving her blessing, not that it really mattered in the long term. She just wanted them both to know that she was happy with this decision and she would support it. Yanni was already making plans on how she would show the woman the ropes of being a Queen, how she would bond with her soon to be new daughter in law.
She was also already making wedding plans in her head. It was something that Yanni actually loved to do, but she would never really admit it truly. It was a lot of work and a lot of stress, but she could recall how happy she was on her own wedding day.
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Yanni was close to telling her sons that they could talk war later, that further conversation of it could be had when they were not around the dinner table with the less military inclined members of their family and extended family. Not because she did not hear or understand most of it, but because it felt more like something that should be discussed among the men at a later time instead of in front of everyone else.
Luckily before she had to intervene and make a comment, the subject was changed by Vang, and her focus instead turned to her oldest son to hear what ever it was he was so eager to talk about. She took her hand from Tython’s arm, the touch had lingered long enough since his announcement, they would have more time alone later she was sure, and that was more than enough of a show of affection in front of others for the moment.
Yanni couldn’t help but smile as she heard the news that her son had to deliver. She had a strange feeling about the way the two had interacted, but she hadn’t made any assumptions, assuming that her son would say something to his parents when the time was right. It truly was some great news in the midst of some harder times for the family.
“Joyous news indeed.” She declared, finally one of her sons was going to marry, and out of love instead of because he had accidentally gotten some woman pregnant. An appropriate match even, to a woman of a noble house. This was definitely a marriage that Yanni could get behind. Though she had warmed up a bit to Evras, she could remember her feelings upon first hearing of the marriage arrangements.
Her attentions turned from her son to her husband, looking for his reaction to the news that their son had to share. She did not see a reason for Tython to be upset about the marriage, and thought that her husband would have a reaction similar to her own.
Yanni looked at Selene and gave her a soft smile, one that would not have been seen had this been a public event, as she tended to keep a more serious manner.
“I would be happy to welcome you into the family when the time comes.” She stated, her way of sort of giving her blessing, not that it really mattered in the long term. She just wanted them both to know that she was happy with this decision and she would support it. Yanni was already making plans on how she would show the woman the ropes of being a Queen, how she would bond with her soon to be new daughter in law.
She was also already making wedding plans in her head. It was something that Yanni actually loved to do, but she would never really admit it truly. It was a lot of work and a lot of stress, but she could recall how happy she was on her own wedding day.
Yanni was close to telling her sons that they could talk war later, that further conversation of it could be had when they were not around the dinner table with the less military inclined members of their family and extended family. Not because she did not hear or understand most of it, but because it felt more like something that should be discussed among the men at a later time instead of in front of everyone else.
Luckily before she had to intervene and make a comment, the subject was changed by Vang, and her focus instead turned to her oldest son to hear what ever it was he was so eager to talk about. She took her hand from Tython’s arm, the touch had lingered long enough since his announcement, they would have more time alone later she was sure, and that was more than enough of a show of affection in front of others for the moment.
Yanni couldn’t help but smile as she heard the news that her son had to deliver. She had a strange feeling about the way the two had interacted, but she hadn’t made any assumptions, assuming that her son would say something to his parents when the time was right. It truly was some great news in the midst of some harder times for the family.
“Joyous news indeed.” She declared, finally one of her sons was going to marry, and out of love instead of because he had accidentally gotten some woman pregnant. An appropriate match even, to a woman of a noble house. This was definitely a marriage that Yanni could get behind. Though she had warmed up a bit to Evras, she could remember her feelings upon first hearing of the marriage arrangements.
Her attentions turned from her son to her husband, looking for his reaction to the news that their son had to share. She did not see a reason for Tython to be upset about the marriage, and thought that her husband would have a reaction similar to her own.
Yanni looked at Selene and gave her a soft smile, one that would not have been seen had this been a public event, as she tended to keep a more serious manner.
“I would be happy to welcome you into the family when the time comes.” She stated, her way of sort of giving her blessing, not that it really mattered in the long term. She just wanted them both to know that she was happy with this decision and she would support it. Yanni was already making plans on how she would show the woman the ropes of being a Queen, how she would bond with her soon to be new daughter in law.
She was also already making wedding plans in her head. It was something that Yanni actually loved to do, but she would never really admit it truly. It was a lot of work and a lot of stress, but she could recall how happy she was on her own wedding day.
Tython, too, was prepared to tell his son that there would be no more talk of war. If only because the way that Vangelis spoke up alluded to the idea that he was going to continue Tython's thoughts and declarations from earlier. Truthfully, the King just wanted to eat a hot meal with his family and their guests and then return to his chambers for a quiet night with his queen. He was aware of each one of Yanni's fingers on his skin and he was silently very glad of the contact. Throughout their marriage, something so small as a touch in public had been what he had needed to steady himself and save face.
Generally a rather stoic man, even the King had his own moments where attempts to remain such were nearly impossible. Many were not public, but every so often there was an event that brought his ire or his joy, and he would not hide such a thing from his people. Tython was King, but one thing that he never wanted his people to forget was that the Kotas were not mindless people with little to no emotions. They were humans and there was emotion and feeling in their hearts whether it was seen by the public or not.
But thankfully, Vangelis' discussion was no longer about war. Instead, he wished to make an announcement that he had sought Lady Selene's hand in marriage. King Tython held no ire against the Leventi family, and the match was more than adventageous. He may have wished that one of his sons solicited either princess of Taengea for their hand, but it would not have to be Vangelis who did so. After all, Tython had two other unmarried sons. As far as Tython was concerned, if Vangelis had thought enough to admit that he was asking anyone at all for their hand, that meant that Vangelis felt at least some semblance of want for the woman seated at their table. Vangelis was profoundly private, as were most of the Kotas brood. Even Tython had been until recent years when he had no longer needed to prove himself as King, intending to live and let live as was his right after so many years on the throne.
The stormy gaze of the King slide to Lady Selene and her mother, the very slightest of smiles settling on his lips. Giving a slow nod, he let his gaze hold Selene's for a long moment, as if visualizing his approval of this match. "The Kotas welcome you into our ranks, Lady Selene. Come the end of the war, you and Vangelis will be married. I am assured that Queen Yanni will confer with yourself and Lady Evelli as to the plans for such an event," he said simply, knowing for a fact that Yanni would take over that planning process as she seemed to with each and every wedding relating to the Kotas and even the Drakos. After all, she had not left Lady Tythra to her own planning when she had married Thesus.
With that, Tython lifted his cup to the rest of the table in a silent toast to the newly engaged couple, sure that Lord Fotios would not reject such a match for his own kin. Besides, if he did, it would be a simple correspondence between himself and the Leventi man and then all would be cleared up.
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Tython, too, was prepared to tell his son that there would be no more talk of war. If only because the way that Vangelis spoke up alluded to the idea that he was going to continue Tython's thoughts and declarations from earlier. Truthfully, the King just wanted to eat a hot meal with his family and their guests and then return to his chambers for a quiet night with his queen. He was aware of each one of Yanni's fingers on his skin and he was silently very glad of the contact. Throughout their marriage, something so small as a touch in public had been what he had needed to steady himself and save face.
Generally a rather stoic man, even the King had his own moments where attempts to remain such were nearly impossible. Many were not public, but every so often there was an event that brought his ire or his joy, and he would not hide such a thing from his people. Tython was King, but one thing that he never wanted his people to forget was that the Kotas were not mindless people with little to no emotions. They were humans and there was emotion and feeling in their hearts whether it was seen by the public or not.
But thankfully, Vangelis' discussion was no longer about war. Instead, he wished to make an announcement that he had sought Lady Selene's hand in marriage. King Tython held no ire against the Leventi family, and the match was more than adventageous. He may have wished that one of his sons solicited either princess of Taengea for their hand, but it would not have to be Vangelis who did so. After all, Tython had two other unmarried sons. As far as Tython was concerned, if Vangelis had thought enough to admit that he was asking anyone at all for their hand, that meant that Vangelis felt at least some semblance of want for the woman seated at their table. Vangelis was profoundly private, as were most of the Kotas brood. Even Tython had been until recent years when he had no longer needed to prove himself as King, intending to live and let live as was his right after so many years on the throne.
The stormy gaze of the King slide to Lady Selene and her mother, the very slightest of smiles settling on his lips. Giving a slow nod, he let his gaze hold Selene's for a long moment, as if visualizing his approval of this match. "The Kotas welcome you into our ranks, Lady Selene. Come the end of the war, you and Vangelis will be married. I am assured that Queen Yanni will confer with yourself and Lady Evelli as to the plans for such an event," he said simply, knowing for a fact that Yanni would take over that planning process as she seemed to with each and every wedding relating to the Kotas and even the Drakos. After all, she had not left Lady Tythra to her own planning when she had married Thesus.
With that, Tython lifted his cup to the rest of the table in a silent toast to the newly engaged couple, sure that Lord Fotios would not reject such a match for his own kin. Besides, if he did, it would be a simple correspondence between himself and the Leventi man and then all would be cleared up.
Tython, too, was prepared to tell his son that there would be no more talk of war. If only because the way that Vangelis spoke up alluded to the idea that he was going to continue Tython's thoughts and declarations from earlier. Truthfully, the King just wanted to eat a hot meal with his family and their guests and then return to his chambers for a quiet night with his queen. He was aware of each one of Yanni's fingers on his skin and he was silently very glad of the contact. Throughout their marriage, something so small as a touch in public had been what he had needed to steady himself and save face.
Generally a rather stoic man, even the King had his own moments where attempts to remain such were nearly impossible. Many were not public, but every so often there was an event that brought his ire or his joy, and he would not hide such a thing from his people. Tython was King, but one thing that he never wanted his people to forget was that the Kotas were not mindless people with little to no emotions. They were humans and there was emotion and feeling in their hearts whether it was seen by the public or not.
But thankfully, Vangelis' discussion was no longer about war. Instead, he wished to make an announcement that he had sought Lady Selene's hand in marriage. King Tython held no ire against the Leventi family, and the match was more than adventageous. He may have wished that one of his sons solicited either princess of Taengea for their hand, but it would not have to be Vangelis who did so. After all, Tython had two other unmarried sons. As far as Tython was concerned, if Vangelis had thought enough to admit that he was asking anyone at all for their hand, that meant that Vangelis felt at least some semblance of want for the woman seated at their table. Vangelis was profoundly private, as were most of the Kotas brood. Even Tython had been until recent years when he had no longer needed to prove himself as King, intending to live and let live as was his right after so many years on the throne.
The stormy gaze of the King slide to Lady Selene and her mother, the very slightest of smiles settling on his lips. Giving a slow nod, he let his gaze hold Selene's for a long moment, as if visualizing his approval of this match. "The Kotas welcome you into our ranks, Lady Selene. Come the end of the war, you and Vangelis will be married. I am assured that Queen Yanni will confer with yourself and Lady Evelli as to the plans for such an event," he said simply, knowing for a fact that Yanni would take over that planning process as she seemed to with each and every wedding relating to the Kotas and even the Drakos. After all, she had not left Lady Tythra to her own planning when she had married Thesus.
With that, Tython lifted his cup to the rest of the table in a silent toast to the newly engaged couple, sure that Lord Fotios would not reject such a match for his own kin. Besides, if he did, it would be a simple correspondence between himself and the Leventi man and then all would be cleared up.
Vangelis hadn't quite realised that he had so desperately sought his parents' approval of his choice of bride until he had it. His words of the announcement had been simple and blunt and easy enough to follow. As if he had not cared for the opinion of anyone at the table but had instead simply wanted to inform them that the meal that evening would be chicken instead of lamb. But when his mother spoke words of welcome to Selene and his father confirmed that after the war a date would be set, Vangelis felt a long and slow exhale ache to leave his chest. He didn't let it happen in a rush, for he was too private in his feelings for that. But he exhales carefully and normally, feeling the pressure subside behind his breast.
Despite all of his stoicism and his strength of stony character, Vangelis was a prince that sought the approval of his king. He was still a son that wanted to make his mother proud. And in achieving this tonight, he felt a warmth in his heart and a sense of self-worth that he had not realised he had been lacking before.
Spotting the bright smile on his sister's face, Vangelis caught her eye and grinned a little in return and then he looked towards Selene and to the Lady Evelli, hoping that the Leventis might have the same positive reaction to such news so that Selene might experience this same burst of recognition.
For he knew how much it meant to Selene to be the role model to her sisters, to be the eldest child that carved a path of fortune for her family and her sisters behind her. And whilst Vangelis was hardly the most arrogant of individuals, he was at least aware of the way the world worked. He was a crown prince. The only crown prince still unattached in Greece. Save perhaps the newly appointed Emilios of Mikaelidas. In terms of straight and simple political power and position, he was the most beneficial match for her. And he hoped that this announcement of betrothal would be seen that way by her mother and sisters so that Selene might feel the sense of accomplishment for something he knew she had been hoping for for many years.
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Vangelis hadn't quite realised that he had so desperately sought his parents' approval of his choice of bride until he had it. His words of the announcement had been simple and blunt and easy enough to follow. As if he had not cared for the opinion of anyone at the table but had instead simply wanted to inform them that the meal that evening would be chicken instead of lamb. But when his mother spoke words of welcome to Selene and his father confirmed that after the war a date would be set, Vangelis felt a long and slow exhale ache to leave his chest. He didn't let it happen in a rush, for he was too private in his feelings for that. But he exhales carefully and normally, feeling the pressure subside behind his breast.
Despite all of his stoicism and his strength of stony character, Vangelis was a prince that sought the approval of his king. He was still a son that wanted to make his mother proud. And in achieving this tonight, he felt a warmth in his heart and a sense of self-worth that he had not realised he had been lacking before.
Spotting the bright smile on his sister's face, Vangelis caught her eye and grinned a little in return and then he looked towards Selene and to the Lady Evelli, hoping that the Leventis might have the same positive reaction to such news so that Selene might experience this same burst of recognition.
For he knew how much it meant to Selene to be the role model to her sisters, to be the eldest child that carved a path of fortune for her family and her sisters behind her. And whilst Vangelis was hardly the most arrogant of individuals, he was at least aware of the way the world worked. He was a crown prince. The only crown prince still unattached in Greece. Save perhaps the newly appointed Emilios of Mikaelidas. In terms of straight and simple political power and position, he was the most beneficial match for her. And he hoped that this announcement of betrothal would be seen that way by her mother and sisters so that Selene might feel the sense of accomplishment for something he knew she had been hoping for for many years.
Vangelis hadn't quite realised that he had so desperately sought his parents' approval of his choice of bride until he had it. His words of the announcement had been simple and blunt and easy enough to follow. As if he had not cared for the opinion of anyone at the table but had instead simply wanted to inform them that the meal that evening would be chicken instead of lamb. But when his mother spoke words of welcome to Selene and his father confirmed that after the war a date would be set, Vangelis felt a long and slow exhale ache to leave his chest. He didn't let it happen in a rush, for he was too private in his feelings for that. But he exhales carefully and normally, feeling the pressure subside behind his breast.
Despite all of his stoicism and his strength of stony character, Vangelis was a prince that sought the approval of his king. He was still a son that wanted to make his mother proud. And in achieving this tonight, he felt a warmth in his heart and a sense of self-worth that he had not realised he had been lacking before.
Spotting the bright smile on his sister's face, Vangelis caught her eye and grinned a little in return and then he looked towards Selene and to the Lady Evelli, hoping that the Leventis might have the same positive reaction to such news so that Selene might experience this same burst of recognition.
For he knew how much it meant to Selene to be the role model to her sisters, to be the eldest child that carved a path of fortune for her family and her sisters behind her. And whilst Vangelis was hardly the most arrogant of individuals, he was at least aware of the way the world worked. He was a crown prince. The only crown prince still unattached in Greece. Save perhaps the newly appointed Emilios of Mikaelidas. In terms of straight and simple political power and position, he was the most beneficial match for her. And he hoped that this announcement of betrothal would be seen that way by her mother and sisters so that Selene might feel the sense of accomplishment for something he knew she had been hoping for for many years.
While Evelli usually ruled over her own dinner parties and was very experienced in the methods in which to handle and behave at them, for the first time in awhile, she had no place ruling over a dinner party when she wasn't in Taengea - even more, when this was supposed to be a private family event, and she just so happened to be there because her daughter had fled her own kingdom under fear of death, and she was just... a guest who invited herself in.
But nevertheless, Evelli still maintained her composure, merely remained silent as the meal progressed. Afterall, it seems as if this would be the first time the family has had a meal together after the supposed thought of the King who had came back from being thought of as dead.
As such, throughout the whole meal, the Leventi matriarch merely remained quiet as she was served, her eyes merely flickering to check on Olympia, Tisiphone and her interactions with her husband, as well as Selene out of habit. She had had to go through many years constantly with a habit on checking on five daughters, so it isn't a habit one can kick easily.
That war was coming did not sit well with Evelli, for if it was against the Egyptian forces as the Colchian King said, it meant Taengean troops would not be spared. Making a mental note to write a missive sent by homing pigeon to her husband to check on this status.
With a respectful smile as she wanted to begin on the meal, Evelli paused when Vangelis suddenly spoke up to interupt, and it seemed as if this was entirely unplanned for even the servants looked surprised as the crown prince stood up. Evelli's eyes registered surprise, and when Selene squeezed her hands, the surprise melted into delight as she knew what was to come - exactly what she wanted for her daughter. That would bring two daughters on the throne now! Exactly what Evelli wanted, as it served to solidify security for the rest of her daughters.
Of course Fotios would not object. It was unlikely that her brother in law would object when it meant another Leventi on the throne of another kingdom, and even if Georgios would object, that Selene herself wanted the marriage meant there wasn't a reason for her husband to object.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Evelli murmured in return, careful to not appear overly eager even if she was inwardly jumping for joy. It would be unbecoming to show what she actually felt, "I look forward to the planning, Queen Yanni." she continued, before lifting her own chalice of wine to join the toast, her smile far brighter then usual to those who knew her. Briefly, Evelli's eyes flicked to Olympia, hopeful that her third-born wouldn't be entirely put off, but she crossed fingers that she'd be able to be happy for Selene. It was at least something Evelli knew her first-born had been waiting for since the death of Zacharias at the dreadful day at the circus.
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While Evelli usually ruled over her own dinner parties and was very experienced in the methods in which to handle and behave at them, for the first time in awhile, she had no place ruling over a dinner party when she wasn't in Taengea - even more, when this was supposed to be a private family event, and she just so happened to be there because her daughter had fled her own kingdom under fear of death, and she was just... a guest who invited herself in.
But nevertheless, Evelli still maintained her composure, merely remained silent as the meal progressed. Afterall, it seems as if this would be the first time the family has had a meal together after the supposed thought of the King who had came back from being thought of as dead.
As such, throughout the whole meal, the Leventi matriarch merely remained quiet as she was served, her eyes merely flickering to check on Olympia, Tisiphone and her interactions with her husband, as well as Selene out of habit. She had had to go through many years constantly with a habit on checking on five daughters, so it isn't a habit one can kick easily.
That war was coming did not sit well with Evelli, for if it was against the Egyptian forces as the Colchian King said, it meant Taengean troops would not be spared. Making a mental note to write a missive sent by homing pigeon to her husband to check on this status.
With a respectful smile as she wanted to begin on the meal, Evelli paused when Vangelis suddenly spoke up to interupt, and it seemed as if this was entirely unplanned for even the servants looked surprised as the crown prince stood up. Evelli's eyes registered surprise, and when Selene squeezed her hands, the surprise melted into delight as she knew what was to come - exactly what she wanted for her daughter. That would bring two daughters on the throne now! Exactly what Evelli wanted, as it served to solidify security for the rest of her daughters.
Of course Fotios would not object. It was unlikely that her brother in law would object when it meant another Leventi on the throne of another kingdom, and even if Georgios would object, that Selene herself wanted the marriage meant there wasn't a reason for her husband to object.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Evelli murmured in return, careful to not appear overly eager even if she was inwardly jumping for joy. It would be unbecoming to show what she actually felt, "I look forward to the planning, Queen Yanni." she continued, before lifting her own chalice of wine to join the toast, her smile far brighter then usual to those who knew her. Briefly, Evelli's eyes flicked to Olympia, hopeful that her third-born wouldn't be entirely put off, but she crossed fingers that she'd be able to be happy for Selene. It was at least something Evelli knew her first-born had been waiting for since the death of Zacharias at the dreadful day at the circus.
While Evelli usually ruled over her own dinner parties and was very experienced in the methods in which to handle and behave at them, for the first time in awhile, she had no place ruling over a dinner party when she wasn't in Taengea - even more, when this was supposed to be a private family event, and she just so happened to be there because her daughter had fled her own kingdom under fear of death, and she was just... a guest who invited herself in.
But nevertheless, Evelli still maintained her composure, merely remained silent as the meal progressed. Afterall, it seems as if this would be the first time the family has had a meal together after the supposed thought of the King who had came back from being thought of as dead.
As such, throughout the whole meal, the Leventi matriarch merely remained quiet as she was served, her eyes merely flickering to check on Olympia, Tisiphone and her interactions with her husband, as well as Selene out of habit. She had had to go through many years constantly with a habit on checking on five daughters, so it isn't a habit one can kick easily.
That war was coming did not sit well with Evelli, for if it was against the Egyptian forces as the Colchian King said, it meant Taengean troops would not be spared. Making a mental note to write a missive sent by homing pigeon to her husband to check on this status.
With a respectful smile as she wanted to begin on the meal, Evelli paused when Vangelis suddenly spoke up to interupt, and it seemed as if this was entirely unplanned for even the servants looked surprised as the crown prince stood up. Evelli's eyes registered surprise, and when Selene squeezed her hands, the surprise melted into delight as she knew what was to come - exactly what she wanted for her daughter. That would bring two daughters on the throne now! Exactly what Evelli wanted, as it served to solidify security for the rest of her daughters.
Of course Fotios would not object. It was unlikely that her brother in law would object when it meant another Leventi on the throne of another kingdom, and even if Georgios would object, that Selene herself wanted the marriage meant there wasn't a reason for her husband to object.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Evelli murmured in return, careful to not appear overly eager even if she was inwardly jumping for joy. It would be unbecoming to show what she actually felt, "I look forward to the planning, Queen Yanni." she continued, before lifting her own chalice of wine to join the toast, her smile far brighter then usual to those who knew her. Briefly, Evelli's eyes flicked to Olympia, hopeful that her third-born wouldn't be entirely put off, but she crossed fingers that she'd be able to be happy for Selene. It was at least something Evelli knew her first-born had been waiting for since the death of Zacharias at the dreadful day at the circus.
Pulling away from Pia and settling better into his chair, Stephanos glanced around the room, making small talk with those who came up to him and mostly keeping to himself and his wife. It wasn’t like they were supposed to be advertising that they were in Colchis at all for the moment. Not that it much mattered anymore, he reflected. He pulled at his bandage on his arm and when food finally arrived, he looked it over with something like an overcritical air. The plates were piled high with foods both familiar and unfamiliar. There were bowls of dates, platters piled high with clusters of grapes in hues of wine and violet. Spears of cucumber lay cloistered between rose of tomato slices, all waiting to be piled onto rounds of bread. Then there were flatbreads coated with goat cheese and figs, drizzled with honey and basil. There was an extravagant bowl of salt in the midst of the table and it was mainly that piece that had Stephanos wondering if this was a more special dinner than usual.
He helped himself liberally with the flat breads, took a round of bread and piled it with cucumber and tomato, drizzled a bit of olive oil and a chaste sprinkle of salt. Added to this he plopped grapes onto his plate and was reaching for a platter of roast lamb with mint sauce. They’d had fine meals, but nothing so fine as this since getting off the ship. It was making him a little homesick with the richness of the fare.
“Pia,” he took a bite of the flat bread and widened his eyes at her. “You’ve got to try this.” He didn’t actually wait for his wife to say yes. He was just holding out the bite for her. Deciding that she must be starving while caring for their newborn, he gave her an identical plate to his, though the portions were smaller. When Vangelis announced his engagement to Selene, Stephanos’s mouth was too full of flatbread to say much, so he clapped politely and while Tython outlined their issues both with the north and the perils he’d faced, Stephanos munched and listened dutifully, though from time to time he’d sneak a grape off Pia’s plate to purposefully rile her while she couldn’t verbally do anything about it. And all the while, he sipped his wine so that by the time really bad news had hit, he was feeling a little too fine to react with more than an “Oh no,” muttered quietly under his breath. His main problem at present was, would he be able to walk home, or would Pia need to support him….hmmm….
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Pulling away from Pia and settling better into his chair, Stephanos glanced around the room, making small talk with those who came up to him and mostly keeping to himself and his wife. It wasn’t like they were supposed to be advertising that they were in Colchis at all for the moment. Not that it much mattered anymore, he reflected. He pulled at his bandage on his arm and when food finally arrived, he looked it over with something like an overcritical air. The plates were piled high with foods both familiar and unfamiliar. There were bowls of dates, platters piled high with clusters of grapes in hues of wine and violet. Spears of cucumber lay cloistered between rose of tomato slices, all waiting to be piled onto rounds of bread. Then there were flatbreads coated with goat cheese and figs, drizzled with honey and basil. There was an extravagant bowl of salt in the midst of the table and it was mainly that piece that had Stephanos wondering if this was a more special dinner than usual.
He helped himself liberally with the flat breads, took a round of bread and piled it with cucumber and tomato, drizzled a bit of olive oil and a chaste sprinkle of salt. Added to this he plopped grapes onto his plate and was reaching for a platter of roast lamb with mint sauce. They’d had fine meals, but nothing so fine as this since getting off the ship. It was making him a little homesick with the richness of the fare.
“Pia,” he took a bite of the flat bread and widened his eyes at her. “You’ve got to try this.” He didn’t actually wait for his wife to say yes. He was just holding out the bite for her. Deciding that she must be starving while caring for their newborn, he gave her an identical plate to his, though the portions were smaller. When Vangelis announced his engagement to Selene, Stephanos’s mouth was too full of flatbread to say much, so he clapped politely and while Tython outlined their issues both with the north and the perils he’d faced, Stephanos munched and listened dutifully, though from time to time he’d sneak a grape off Pia’s plate to purposefully rile her while she couldn’t verbally do anything about it. And all the while, he sipped his wine so that by the time really bad news had hit, he was feeling a little too fine to react with more than an “Oh no,” muttered quietly under his breath. His main problem at present was, would he be able to walk home, or would Pia need to support him….hmmm….
Pulling away from Pia and settling better into his chair, Stephanos glanced around the room, making small talk with those who came up to him and mostly keeping to himself and his wife. It wasn’t like they were supposed to be advertising that they were in Colchis at all for the moment. Not that it much mattered anymore, he reflected. He pulled at his bandage on his arm and when food finally arrived, he looked it over with something like an overcritical air. The plates were piled high with foods both familiar and unfamiliar. There were bowls of dates, platters piled high with clusters of grapes in hues of wine and violet. Spears of cucumber lay cloistered between rose of tomato slices, all waiting to be piled onto rounds of bread. Then there were flatbreads coated with goat cheese and figs, drizzled with honey and basil. There was an extravagant bowl of salt in the midst of the table and it was mainly that piece that had Stephanos wondering if this was a more special dinner than usual.
He helped himself liberally with the flat breads, took a round of bread and piled it with cucumber and tomato, drizzled a bit of olive oil and a chaste sprinkle of salt. Added to this he plopped grapes onto his plate and was reaching for a platter of roast lamb with mint sauce. They’d had fine meals, but nothing so fine as this since getting off the ship. It was making him a little homesick with the richness of the fare.
“Pia,” he took a bite of the flat bread and widened his eyes at her. “You’ve got to try this.” He didn’t actually wait for his wife to say yes. He was just holding out the bite for her. Deciding that she must be starving while caring for their newborn, he gave her an identical plate to his, though the portions were smaller. When Vangelis announced his engagement to Selene, Stephanos’s mouth was too full of flatbread to say much, so he clapped politely and while Tython outlined their issues both with the north and the perils he’d faced, Stephanos munched and listened dutifully, though from time to time he’d sneak a grape off Pia’s plate to purposefully rile her while she couldn’t verbally do anything about it. And all the while, he sipped his wine so that by the time really bad news had hit, he was feeling a little too fine to react with more than an “Oh no,” muttered quietly under his breath. His main problem at present was, would he be able to walk home, or would Pia need to support him….hmmm….
She would have been lying if she had said she wasn’t anxious about the whole thing. While Vangelis had promised her that her family would be welcoming of the idea, there was still a chance that they may not approve of the marriage. What if they were concerned about this being a ploy? After all, her reputation was that of a woman after a throne. Her uncle had made it very clear that she was to find a person of power and align herself there. And for years, her eyes had been set on Zacharias, until he died.
To anyone on the outside, it may seem as if she quickly moved from one prince to another.
And yet, for those who were truly close to her, they would have seen this for more than that. They would have known that Selene was doubting the fantasy of marrying into royalty. They would have known that her intentions with her initial letters had been out of kindness and gratitude and nothing more. And they would have known that she found herself truly falling in love with the man after weeks of shared communication. So for her, and those in her circle, they would know that this meant far more than just appeasing her family.
This meant true happiness. This was a chance for a love like her parents, and one she had realized existed between Tython and Yanni. So, looking around the room, she tried to calmly gauge the reactions of those around her.
Her eyes caught Athanasia’s, her smile bright and excited at the news. While her concern was centered around what her parents would say, the fact that the youngest Kotas was thrilled by the news made her relax a bit. Selene adored sisters, and would not lie if she was asked if she wished for another. Her eyes shifted to Queen Yanni, at the soft, yet profound comment that had shifted the tone of the conversation entirely. There was no false sentiment in her proclamation of joy, not hidden beneath the statement of welcome into the family. Her smile was genuine, and Selene couldn’t help but smile back.
But it was the words from the King, so matter of fact, that seemed to hold the most weight with her. Her eyes drifted to Vangelis first, knowing that he had wanted nothing more than to receive the approval of his parents with his decisions. For while they may have had different experiences in their positions, both Selene and Vangelis were the first borns, and both had something to prove. They had been raised to know that duty to family was most important, and that much rested on their shoulders to make the family proud. Selene had always been more open with her feelings about the pressures that came with it, but that hadn’t meant that Vangelis hadn’t hinted at his own with his sympathies.
They were cut from similar cloth, and knowing that his father felt it a good match was enough to make her relax, too.
There was a slight shift in her face with the King’s announcement that the wedding would take place after the war. She had hoped that they could have it said and done prior to them leaving for Egypt. The idea of still not being truly settled had her uneasy, but she brushed it aside and let her eyes brighten once more.
Victory in war and a wedding-- would be poetic reasons to celebrate in tandem.
Her eyes fell to her mother, who was buzzing next to her with excitement. And she felt relief wash over her as she finally felt like her life was coming into place. Selene was engaged, or would be as soon as the reply came back from Fotios. She would be married to a prince, would become a Queen and would be with a man she loved until she crossed the river. Aphrodite and patience and hope had paid off, and now she could relax knowing that her duty would be done. She would bear sons, and make her family proud. “Thank you, your majesties.” Her head bowed slightly, hoping the gesture would add to the depth of her thanks. “I cannot deny my joy in becoming a Kotas, and I look forward to the day when it is official.”
“It shall be a celebration to remember.” As she raised her glass, her eyes fell to Olypmia’s, who would find this to be news. Selene hadn’t a chance to tell her sister yet, too worried that it would upset her after everything that had happened with Theo. She hoped that because this was never her throne in the first place, hoped that her knowledge of the depths of her feelings for Vangelis, that Pia would be just as happy for her and she had been for Pia when she was crowned. After all, hadn’t the throne she’d claimed been hers in the first place? Hadn’t she been the one set to marry the crown prince? Selene hadn’t felt betrayed by her sister for it, since it was not as if Pia had killed Zacharias to ensure her ascension. Instead, she had been happy for her sister.
She hoped that she could be the same for her now.
Between Pia, her eyes fell on Nana. As turbulent as things had been between them lately, Selene couldn’t say for sure what her little sister’s reaction would be. Hopefully, she would give her well-wishes and keep any negative opinions to herself. Still, even with the unknown reaction, Selene was smiling.
She would be a Kotas.
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She would have been lying if she had said she wasn’t anxious about the whole thing. While Vangelis had promised her that her family would be welcoming of the idea, there was still a chance that they may not approve of the marriage. What if they were concerned about this being a ploy? After all, her reputation was that of a woman after a throne. Her uncle had made it very clear that she was to find a person of power and align herself there. And for years, her eyes had been set on Zacharias, until he died.
To anyone on the outside, it may seem as if she quickly moved from one prince to another.
And yet, for those who were truly close to her, they would have seen this for more than that. They would have known that Selene was doubting the fantasy of marrying into royalty. They would have known that her intentions with her initial letters had been out of kindness and gratitude and nothing more. And they would have known that she found herself truly falling in love with the man after weeks of shared communication. So for her, and those in her circle, they would know that this meant far more than just appeasing her family.
This meant true happiness. This was a chance for a love like her parents, and one she had realized existed between Tython and Yanni. So, looking around the room, she tried to calmly gauge the reactions of those around her.
Her eyes caught Athanasia’s, her smile bright and excited at the news. While her concern was centered around what her parents would say, the fact that the youngest Kotas was thrilled by the news made her relax a bit. Selene adored sisters, and would not lie if she was asked if she wished for another. Her eyes shifted to Queen Yanni, at the soft, yet profound comment that had shifted the tone of the conversation entirely. There was no false sentiment in her proclamation of joy, not hidden beneath the statement of welcome into the family. Her smile was genuine, and Selene couldn’t help but smile back.
But it was the words from the King, so matter of fact, that seemed to hold the most weight with her. Her eyes drifted to Vangelis first, knowing that he had wanted nothing more than to receive the approval of his parents with his decisions. For while they may have had different experiences in their positions, both Selene and Vangelis were the first borns, and both had something to prove. They had been raised to know that duty to family was most important, and that much rested on their shoulders to make the family proud. Selene had always been more open with her feelings about the pressures that came with it, but that hadn’t meant that Vangelis hadn’t hinted at his own with his sympathies.
They were cut from similar cloth, and knowing that his father felt it a good match was enough to make her relax, too.
There was a slight shift in her face with the King’s announcement that the wedding would take place after the war. She had hoped that they could have it said and done prior to them leaving for Egypt. The idea of still not being truly settled had her uneasy, but she brushed it aside and let her eyes brighten once more.
Victory in war and a wedding-- would be poetic reasons to celebrate in tandem.
Her eyes fell to her mother, who was buzzing next to her with excitement. And she felt relief wash over her as she finally felt like her life was coming into place. Selene was engaged, or would be as soon as the reply came back from Fotios. She would be married to a prince, would become a Queen and would be with a man she loved until she crossed the river. Aphrodite and patience and hope had paid off, and now she could relax knowing that her duty would be done. She would bear sons, and make her family proud. “Thank you, your majesties.” Her head bowed slightly, hoping the gesture would add to the depth of her thanks. “I cannot deny my joy in becoming a Kotas, and I look forward to the day when it is official.”
“It shall be a celebration to remember.” As she raised her glass, her eyes fell to Olypmia’s, who would find this to be news. Selene hadn’t a chance to tell her sister yet, too worried that it would upset her after everything that had happened with Theo. She hoped that because this was never her throne in the first place, hoped that her knowledge of the depths of her feelings for Vangelis, that Pia would be just as happy for her and she had been for Pia when she was crowned. After all, hadn’t the throne she’d claimed been hers in the first place? Hadn’t she been the one set to marry the crown prince? Selene hadn’t felt betrayed by her sister for it, since it was not as if Pia had killed Zacharias to ensure her ascension. Instead, she had been happy for her sister.
She hoped that she could be the same for her now.
Between Pia, her eyes fell on Nana. As turbulent as things had been between them lately, Selene couldn’t say for sure what her little sister’s reaction would be. Hopefully, she would give her well-wishes and keep any negative opinions to herself. Still, even with the unknown reaction, Selene was smiling.
She would be a Kotas.
She would have been lying if she had said she wasn’t anxious about the whole thing. While Vangelis had promised her that her family would be welcoming of the idea, there was still a chance that they may not approve of the marriage. What if they were concerned about this being a ploy? After all, her reputation was that of a woman after a throne. Her uncle had made it very clear that she was to find a person of power and align herself there. And for years, her eyes had been set on Zacharias, until he died.
To anyone on the outside, it may seem as if she quickly moved from one prince to another.
And yet, for those who were truly close to her, they would have seen this for more than that. They would have known that Selene was doubting the fantasy of marrying into royalty. They would have known that her intentions with her initial letters had been out of kindness and gratitude and nothing more. And they would have known that she found herself truly falling in love with the man after weeks of shared communication. So for her, and those in her circle, they would know that this meant far more than just appeasing her family.
This meant true happiness. This was a chance for a love like her parents, and one she had realized existed between Tython and Yanni. So, looking around the room, she tried to calmly gauge the reactions of those around her.
Her eyes caught Athanasia’s, her smile bright and excited at the news. While her concern was centered around what her parents would say, the fact that the youngest Kotas was thrilled by the news made her relax a bit. Selene adored sisters, and would not lie if she was asked if she wished for another. Her eyes shifted to Queen Yanni, at the soft, yet profound comment that had shifted the tone of the conversation entirely. There was no false sentiment in her proclamation of joy, not hidden beneath the statement of welcome into the family. Her smile was genuine, and Selene couldn’t help but smile back.
But it was the words from the King, so matter of fact, that seemed to hold the most weight with her. Her eyes drifted to Vangelis first, knowing that he had wanted nothing more than to receive the approval of his parents with his decisions. For while they may have had different experiences in their positions, both Selene and Vangelis were the first borns, and both had something to prove. They had been raised to know that duty to family was most important, and that much rested on their shoulders to make the family proud. Selene had always been more open with her feelings about the pressures that came with it, but that hadn’t meant that Vangelis hadn’t hinted at his own with his sympathies.
They were cut from similar cloth, and knowing that his father felt it a good match was enough to make her relax, too.
There was a slight shift in her face with the King’s announcement that the wedding would take place after the war. She had hoped that they could have it said and done prior to them leaving for Egypt. The idea of still not being truly settled had her uneasy, but she brushed it aside and let her eyes brighten once more.
Victory in war and a wedding-- would be poetic reasons to celebrate in tandem.
Her eyes fell to her mother, who was buzzing next to her with excitement. And she felt relief wash over her as she finally felt like her life was coming into place. Selene was engaged, or would be as soon as the reply came back from Fotios. She would be married to a prince, would become a Queen and would be with a man she loved until she crossed the river. Aphrodite and patience and hope had paid off, and now she could relax knowing that her duty would be done. She would bear sons, and make her family proud. “Thank you, your majesties.” Her head bowed slightly, hoping the gesture would add to the depth of her thanks. “I cannot deny my joy in becoming a Kotas, and I look forward to the day when it is official.”
“It shall be a celebration to remember.” As she raised her glass, her eyes fell to Olypmia’s, who would find this to be news. Selene hadn’t a chance to tell her sister yet, too worried that it would upset her after everything that had happened with Theo. She hoped that because this was never her throne in the first place, hoped that her knowledge of the depths of her feelings for Vangelis, that Pia would be just as happy for her and she had been for Pia when she was crowned. After all, hadn’t the throne she’d claimed been hers in the first place? Hadn’t she been the one set to marry the crown prince? Selene hadn’t felt betrayed by her sister for it, since it was not as if Pia had killed Zacharias to ensure her ascension. Instead, she had been happy for her sister.
She hoped that she could be the same for her now.
Between Pia, her eyes fell on Nana. As turbulent as things had been between them lately, Selene couldn’t say for sure what her little sister’s reaction would be. Hopefully, she would give her well-wishes and keep any negative opinions to herself. Still, even with the unknown reaction, Selene was smiling.
She would be a Kotas.
There was something to say about the way in which Selene almost always found some way to hurt Nana. Anguish, a feeling often acutely felt by Nana in her eldest sister's presence, however, was always to be masked. And, of course, this was no exception. Yet, she couldn't help the rigidity that took over her frame after Vangelis so plainly announced that the two would be wed. With her recent heartbreak on account of the deception of Lord Timaeus of Valaoritis, Nana's heart was brittle as it was. The last thing she needed at this moment was for Selene to lord over her.
She said nothing as King Tython raised his chalice, eyes focused anywhere but on the happy couple as she raised her own, before taking a long sip from her cup, eyes boring into the wood of the table in front of her. She would not fall apart. Not here. Not in front of the King and Queen, not in front of Vangelis, not in front of her mother, and certainly not in front of Selene.
Yet, the more she tried to fight the chorus of anger and sadness that threatened to ring out, the harder it became.
Thus, she began the act of pretending as if her cup were the most intriguing thing in the room, her eyes trained on it, studying it as if she were a merchant determining its validity.
Even so, she could feel the eyes of her eldest sister on her - watching, waiting, hoping for her to break down and make an absolute fool of herself in front of the Colchian monarchy. At any moment, her façade of apathy would shatter. She had to leave.
Thus, before the fit of feeling could consume her, Nana did the unthinkable: she set her chalice down, and after pecking a bit at her food, reached for her cup, and "accidentally" swiped it in her direction, tipping it and spilling wine all over her lap. A small price to pay for her escape.
As the cup clattered to the floor, Nana feigned a look of shock, quickly pulled her seat out, and shot up out of it. Glancing at her hosts, Nana took no time in asking, "Where might I clean myself up?" As soon as she was given her answer, the young blonde gave her thanks and made her swift exit.
Rushing down the corridors of the Archontiko, Nana tried her best to steady her breathing as a fit of hyperventilation loomed ahead. Yet, her tears soon fell, and she soon lost the grip she had held so tightly over her emotions in the dining room.
As she fled further and further from the dining room, Nana could not help the feeling of unadulterated loathing that settled over her: Loathing for her mother, for her constant criticisms. Loathing for Pia, for choosing Selene over her. Loathing for Vangelis, for his horrid choice in women. But mostly, loathing for Selene, for the satisfaction she most certainly felt at knocking Nana down a peg, time after time.
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There was something to say about the way in which Selene almost always found some way to hurt Nana. Anguish, a feeling often acutely felt by Nana in her eldest sister's presence, however, was always to be masked. And, of course, this was no exception. Yet, she couldn't help the rigidity that took over her frame after Vangelis so plainly announced that the two would be wed. With her recent heartbreak on account of the deception of Lord Timaeus of Valaoritis, Nana's heart was brittle as it was. The last thing she needed at this moment was for Selene to lord over her.
She said nothing as King Tython raised his chalice, eyes focused anywhere but on the happy couple as she raised her own, before taking a long sip from her cup, eyes boring into the wood of the table in front of her. She would not fall apart. Not here. Not in front of the King and Queen, not in front of Vangelis, not in front of her mother, and certainly not in front of Selene.
Yet, the more she tried to fight the chorus of anger and sadness that threatened to ring out, the harder it became.
Thus, she began the act of pretending as if her cup were the most intriguing thing in the room, her eyes trained on it, studying it as if she were a merchant determining its validity.
Even so, she could feel the eyes of her eldest sister on her - watching, waiting, hoping for her to break down and make an absolute fool of herself in front of the Colchian monarchy. At any moment, her façade of apathy would shatter. She had to leave.
Thus, before the fit of feeling could consume her, Nana did the unthinkable: she set her chalice down, and after pecking a bit at her food, reached for her cup, and "accidentally" swiped it in her direction, tipping it and spilling wine all over her lap. A small price to pay for her escape.
As the cup clattered to the floor, Nana feigned a look of shock, quickly pulled her seat out, and shot up out of it. Glancing at her hosts, Nana took no time in asking, "Where might I clean myself up?" As soon as she was given her answer, the young blonde gave her thanks and made her swift exit.
Rushing down the corridors of the Archontiko, Nana tried her best to steady her breathing as a fit of hyperventilation loomed ahead. Yet, her tears soon fell, and she soon lost the grip she had held so tightly over her emotions in the dining room.
As she fled further and further from the dining room, Nana could not help the feeling of unadulterated loathing that settled over her: Loathing for her mother, for her constant criticisms. Loathing for Pia, for choosing Selene over her. Loathing for Vangelis, for his horrid choice in women. But mostly, loathing for Selene, for the satisfaction she most certainly felt at knocking Nana down a peg, time after time.
There was something to say about the way in which Selene almost always found some way to hurt Nana. Anguish, a feeling often acutely felt by Nana in her eldest sister's presence, however, was always to be masked. And, of course, this was no exception. Yet, she couldn't help the rigidity that took over her frame after Vangelis so plainly announced that the two would be wed. With her recent heartbreak on account of the deception of Lord Timaeus of Valaoritis, Nana's heart was brittle as it was. The last thing she needed at this moment was for Selene to lord over her.
She said nothing as King Tython raised his chalice, eyes focused anywhere but on the happy couple as she raised her own, before taking a long sip from her cup, eyes boring into the wood of the table in front of her. She would not fall apart. Not here. Not in front of the King and Queen, not in front of Vangelis, not in front of her mother, and certainly not in front of Selene.
Yet, the more she tried to fight the chorus of anger and sadness that threatened to ring out, the harder it became.
Thus, she began the act of pretending as if her cup were the most intriguing thing in the room, her eyes trained on it, studying it as if she were a merchant determining its validity.
Even so, she could feel the eyes of her eldest sister on her - watching, waiting, hoping for her to break down and make an absolute fool of herself in front of the Colchian monarchy. At any moment, her façade of apathy would shatter. She had to leave.
Thus, before the fit of feeling could consume her, Nana did the unthinkable: she set her chalice down, and after pecking a bit at her food, reached for her cup, and "accidentally" swiped it in her direction, tipping it and spilling wine all over her lap. A small price to pay for her escape.
As the cup clattered to the floor, Nana feigned a look of shock, quickly pulled her seat out, and shot up out of it. Glancing at her hosts, Nana took no time in asking, "Where might I clean myself up?" As soon as she was given her answer, the young blonde gave her thanks and made her swift exit.
Rushing down the corridors of the Archontiko, Nana tried her best to steady her breathing as a fit of hyperventilation loomed ahead. Yet, her tears soon fell, and she soon lost the grip she had held so tightly over her emotions in the dining room.
As she fled further and further from the dining room, Nana could not help the feeling of unadulterated loathing that settled over her: Loathing for her mother, for her constant criticisms. Loathing for Pia, for choosing Selene over her. Loathing for Vangelis, for his horrid choice in women. But mostly, loathing for Selene, for the satisfaction she most certainly felt at knocking Nana down a peg, time after time.
Yanni listened as everyone else gave their congratulations to the couple, and she couldn’t help the grin that was on her face. Finally one of her sons had found true love and made a good match in doing so. That was what she wanted for her children, and while she understood the importance of political matches, she also knew that love was important.
Though she supposed there had been none between herself and her husband in the start, the two of them had been lucky that it had come to them over the years. Not all marriages held such luck if they did not start with love. Even some that started with love could not last the storms as she and Tython had.
Then Nana was spilling wine on herself and quickly taking her leave, Yanni thought it a bit odd but didn’t quite question it. Accidents happened she supposed.
“Come, let us enjoy the rest of the dinner and some fine conversation.” She said to distract from the sudden exit of Nana and draw them all back into the company at hand. This was her family, and a few extended members of it or soon to be members. She wanted to simply provide them with a nice evening filled with food and wine and laughter.
There had been some heavy news shared there, but now she would steer conversations to happier topics, so they could ignore the impending issues for at least a couple of hours and they could just enjoy the company.
The night went on for awhile, everyone seeming to enjoy themselves from what the Queen could tell. She made a point to hold her husbands hand for as long as she could throughout the night, enjoying what moments she got with him before she was sure hell would break loose again and he would be off once more from her arms.
Family meant everything to her, even if some of them weren’t blood.
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Yanni listened as everyone else gave their congratulations to the couple, and she couldn’t help the grin that was on her face. Finally one of her sons had found true love and made a good match in doing so. That was what she wanted for her children, and while she understood the importance of political matches, she also knew that love was important.
Though she supposed there had been none between herself and her husband in the start, the two of them had been lucky that it had come to them over the years. Not all marriages held such luck if they did not start with love. Even some that started with love could not last the storms as she and Tython had.
Then Nana was spilling wine on herself and quickly taking her leave, Yanni thought it a bit odd but didn’t quite question it. Accidents happened she supposed.
“Come, let us enjoy the rest of the dinner and some fine conversation.” She said to distract from the sudden exit of Nana and draw them all back into the company at hand. This was her family, and a few extended members of it or soon to be members. She wanted to simply provide them with a nice evening filled with food and wine and laughter.
There had been some heavy news shared there, but now she would steer conversations to happier topics, so they could ignore the impending issues for at least a couple of hours and they could just enjoy the company.
The night went on for awhile, everyone seeming to enjoy themselves from what the Queen could tell. She made a point to hold her husbands hand for as long as she could throughout the night, enjoying what moments she got with him before she was sure hell would break loose again and he would be off once more from her arms.
Family meant everything to her, even if some of them weren’t blood.
Yanni listened as everyone else gave their congratulations to the couple, and she couldn’t help the grin that was on her face. Finally one of her sons had found true love and made a good match in doing so. That was what she wanted for her children, and while she understood the importance of political matches, she also knew that love was important.
Though she supposed there had been none between herself and her husband in the start, the two of them had been lucky that it had come to them over the years. Not all marriages held such luck if they did not start with love. Even some that started with love could not last the storms as she and Tython had.
Then Nana was spilling wine on herself and quickly taking her leave, Yanni thought it a bit odd but didn’t quite question it. Accidents happened she supposed.
“Come, let us enjoy the rest of the dinner and some fine conversation.” She said to distract from the sudden exit of Nana and draw them all back into the company at hand. This was her family, and a few extended members of it or soon to be members. She wanted to simply provide them with a nice evening filled with food and wine and laughter.
There had been some heavy news shared there, but now she would steer conversations to happier topics, so they could ignore the impending issues for at least a couple of hours and they could just enjoy the company.
The night went on for awhile, everyone seeming to enjoy themselves from what the Queen could tell. She made a point to hold her husbands hand for as long as she could throughout the night, enjoying what moments she got with him before she was sure hell would break loose again and he would be off once more from her arms.
Family meant everything to her, even if some of them weren’t blood.