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The meeting had gone smoothly, all things considered. Handling basic tax discrepancies and formal shipment paperwork was hardly something Vangelis handled on a daily basis. In truth, since he had been fourteen years of age, he had spent more time out of Colchis than he had home; fighting in the Northern Lands or maintaining the kingdom's presence in the East. Whilst he was away from the Kirakles shores, it was Zanon who had always handed the political responsibilities of being a prince. Colchis was a strong kingdom through their benefit of having so many male heirs; for one could focus on a singular of several tasks that one crown prince would have to master if he was a sole born heir. Whilst Vangelis handled military matters overseas, Zanon had fought beside him for many years but, since his accident had taken on more responsibilities at home in the legal sector. Yiannis had naturally filled his older brothers' shoes and had burdened his days with more military work, whilst Silas still fought and trained hard within the Red Knights to be able to, one day, offer his own contribution to the family; as they were all sure that he would.
At this moment in time, however, Zanon had been unable to attend upon the Eliades family. Home from war for the next few months, Vangelis had taken his brothers careful notes, spoken with him for a half hour, and then made his way to Illytia personally, allowing Zanon the time with his wife which had not at all sounded like a positive thing... Whatever was happening there, Vangelis considered to be of no import or business of his own and so he had rather taken up the role of messenger and convoy to the Eliades manor than he had stuck around with a sister-in-law he had never really gotten along with and had Zanon go in his place, off-kilter and mad as a hornet.
The ride to Illytia had been a long one and taken nearly two days in total. Vangelis had arrived he previous evening with a small group of retainers - two guards and a scribe - and had been royally welcomed by Lord Harith, Lady Ria and their family. Like the Kotas that Lady Ria was from, the Eliades were a family that were far more naturally close than others of noble or royal descent and while they were significantly more open and light hearted than the more serious royal clan, Vangelis had found them easy enough to speak and get along with.
Having arrived late in the evening, the youngest members of the Eliades family had long since been put to bed and, given the early start Vangelis naturally preferred and which Lord Photis had accommodated that morning, it wasn't surprising that it was now midday and the crown prince had yet to lay eyes on the children of the man he had come to do business with.
The morning had been spent locked away in Lord Photis' study going over papers and numbers and whilst Lord Photis had initially been both shocked and, almost fearful, that the man coming to trespass on his hospitality the previous evening was not the Kotas brother he normally handled business with but instead his older brother (a man who had been referred to as the Blood General for many years now and had a new horrific rumour attached to his name every other week), the man had rallied quickly and their conversations had been concluded within a few hours.
A man of efficiency over hospitality, Vangelis had refused offers of a midday repast and preferred the idea of heading back to the capitol almost immediately, in order to return there by dawn the next day. Travelling by night was hardly a frightful notion when you were generally the most feared thing in the kingdom.
Leaving the Eliades manor in order to check his steed and belongings (he would return inside temporarily to bid his farewell once he was assured of his travel arrangements), Vangelis was in the middle of securing the belts of Windrunner's tack when he noticed an empty sheath along the its edge.
As always. Vangelis kept his weapons on him at all times when travelling. Even now, twin blades were strapped to his hip and across his back. A quiver of arrows was locked such on his opposing thigh. A hunting knife resided in each boot and in the small of his back and his bow (whilst not on him personally) was pushed into the saddle strap of his ride. As was an empty sheath that held one of his two back up saracen blades.
With a frown, Vangelis instructed one of his guards - Dolmas - to go and check in the stables to ensure it hadn't been removed upon the horse being cared for the night previous and then forgot to be put back into place. It would be easy enough to find, for the blade was unique (especially to Greece), with its curved edge and fatter, slanted tip.
As with all his men, Dolmas was fast and efficient and he quickly returned to inform the prince that his sword was not to be found. And Vangelis knew for a fact that he had not taken the weapons inside with him. Which meant they had to have been taken somehow or deliberately removed.
"Find a stablehand and find out what happened to it." Vangelis instructed for, while he was a wealthy prince, he held a certain sentimentality to his weapons; he was a soldier and they his protectors. When a piece of metal saved your life that many times you liked to keep it close, regardless of the absurdity to it.
As he looked around the courtyard, Vangelis spotted a bow leaning against the side of the stables upon the corner that led out and around back to the grassy lawns of the Eliades manor. The weapon was small, child sized and while he had no idea how long it had been there or whether the owner of it was to blame for the missing weapon, Vangelis became curious nonetheless and, handing Windrunner's reins to his other guard and instructing his retainers to stay put, he headed around the creature and towards that corner of the buildings.
Alone, Vangelis strode across the open marble slabs, his boots heavy but quiet on the stone and then stepped out onto the grass, investigating whether anyone was there and if they might know the answer to the mystery of his missing sword...
Was thinking you guys can set up the boys and not see Vang approach and then I'll have him scare the crap out of them?
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The meeting had gone smoothly, all things considered. Handling basic tax discrepancies and formal shipment paperwork was hardly something Vangelis handled on a daily basis. In truth, since he had been fourteen years of age, he had spent more time out of Colchis than he had home; fighting in the Northern Lands or maintaining the kingdom's presence in the East. Whilst he was away from the Kirakles shores, it was Zanon who had always handed the political responsibilities of being a prince. Colchis was a strong kingdom through their benefit of having so many male heirs; for one could focus on a singular of several tasks that one crown prince would have to master if he was a sole born heir. Whilst Vangelis handled military matters overseas, Zanon had fought beside him for many years but, since his accident had taken on more responsibilities at home in the legal sector. Yiannis had naturally filled his older brothers' shoes and had burdened his days with more military work, whilst Silas still fought and trained hard within the Red Knights to be able to, one day, offer his own contribution to the family; as they were all sure that he would.
At this moment in time, however, Zanon had been unable to attend upon the Eliades family. Home from war for the next few months, Vangelis had taken his brothers careful notes, spoken with him for a half hour, and then made his way to Illytia personally, allowing Zanon the time with his wife which had not at all sounded like a positive thing... Whatever was happening there, Vangelis considered to be of no import or business of his own and so he had rather taken up the role of messenger and convoy to the Eliades manor than he had stuck around with a sister-in-law he had never really gotten along with and had Zanon go in his place, off-kilter and mad as a hornet.
The ride to Illytia had been a long one and taken nearly two days in total. Vangelis had arrived he previous evening with a small group of retainers - two guards and a scribe - and had been royally welcomed by Lord Harith, Lady Ria and their family. Like the Kotas that Lady Ria was from, the Eliades were a family that were far more naturally close than others of noble or royal descent and while they were significantly more open and light hearted than the more serious royal clan, Vangelis had found them easy enough to speak and get along with.
Having arrived late in the evening, the youngest members of the Eliades family had long since been put to bed and, given the early start Vangelis naturally preferred and which Lord Photis had accommodated that morning, it wasn't surprising that it was now midday and the crown prince had yet to lay eyes on the children of the man he had come to do business with.
The morning had been spent locked away in Lord Photis' study going over papers and numbers and whilst Lord Photis had initially been both shocked and, almost fearful, that the man coming to trespass on his hospitality the previous evening was not the Kotas brother he normally handled business with but instead his older brother (a man who had been referred to as the Blood General for many years now and had a new horrific rumour attached to his name every other week), the man had rallied quickly and their conversations had been concluded within a few hours.
A man of efficiency over hospitality, Vangelis had refused offers of a midday repast and preferred the idea of heading back to the capitol almost immediately, in order to return there by dawn the next day. Travelling by night was hardly a frightful notion when you were generally the most feared thing in the kingdom.
Leaving the Eliades manor in order to check his steed and belongings (he would return inside temporarily to bid his farewell once he was assured of his travel arrangements), Vangelis was in the middle of securing the belts of Windrunner's tack when he noticed an empty sheath along the its edge.
As always. Vangelis kept his weapons on him at all times when travelling. Even now, twin blades were strapped to his hip and across his back. A quiver of arrows was locked such on his opposing thigh. A hunting knife resided in each boot and in the small of his back and his bow (whilst not on him personally) was pushed into the saddle strap of his ride. As was an empty sheath that held one of his two back up saracen blades.
With a frown, Vangelis instructed one of his guards - Dolmas - to go and check in the stables to ensure it hadn't been removed upon the horse being cared for the night previous and then forgot to be put back into place. It would be easy enough to find, for the blade was unique (especially to Greece), with its curved edge and fatter, slanted tip.
As with all his men, Dolmas was fast and efficient and he quickly returned to inform the prince that his sword was not to be found. And Vangelis knew for a fact that he had not taken the weapons inside with him. Which meant they had to have been taken somehow or deliberately removed.
"Find a stablehand and find out what happened to it." Vangelis instructed for, while he was a wealthy prince, he held a certain sentimentality to his weapons; he was a soldier and they his protectors. When a piece of metal saved your life that many times you liked to keep it close, regardless of the absurdity to it.
As he looked around the courtyard, Vangelis spotted a bow leaning against the side of the stables upon the corner that led out and around back to the grassy lawns of the Eliades manor. The weapon was small, child sized and while he had no idea how long it had been there or whether the owner of it was to blame for the missing weapon, Vangelis became curious nonetheless and, handing Windrunner's reins to his other guard and instructing his retainers to stay put, he headed around the creature and towards that corner of the buildings.
Alone, Vangelis strode across the open marble slabs, his boots heavy but quiet on the stone and then stepped out onto the grass, investigating whether anyone was there and if they might know the answer to the mystery of his missing sword...
Was thinking you guys can set up the boys and not see Vang approach and then I'll have him scare the crap out of them?
The meeting had gone smoothly, all things considered. Handling basic tax discrepancies and formal shipment paperwork was hardly something Vangelis handled on a daily basis. In truth, since he had been fourteen years of age, he had spent more time out of Colchis than he had home; fighting in the Northern Lands or maintaining the kingdom's presence in the East. Whilst he was away from the Kirakles shores, it was Zanon who had always handed the political responsibilities of being a prince. Colchis was a strong kingdom through their benefit of having so many male heirs; for one could focus on a singular of several tasks that one crown prince would have to master if he was a sole born heir. Whilst Vangelis handled military matters overseas, Zanon had fought beside him for many years but, since his accident had taken on more responsibilities at home in the legal sector. Yiannis had naturally filled his older brothers' shoes and had burdened his days with more military work, whilst Silas still fought and trained hard within the Red Knights to be able to, one day, offer his own contribution to the family; as they were all sure that he would.
At this moment in time, however, Zanon had been unable to attend upon the Eliades family. Home from war for the next few months, Vangelis had taken his brothers careful notes, spoken with him for a half hour, and then made his way to Illytia personally, allowing Zanon the time with his wife which had not at all sounded like a positive thing... Whatever was happening there, Vangelis considered to be of no import or business of his own and so he had rather taken up the role of messenger and convoy to the Eliades manor than he had stuck around with a sister-in-law he had never really gotten along with and had Zanon go in his place, off-kilter and mad as a hornet.
The ride to Illytia had been a long one and taken nearly two days in total. Vangelis had arrived he previous evening with a small group of retainers - two guards and a scribe - and had been royally welcomed by Lord Harith, Lady Ria and their family. Like the Kotas that Lady Ria was from, the Eliades were a family that were far more naturally close than others of noble or royal descent and while they were significantly more open and light hearted than the more serious royal clan, Vangelis had found them easy enough to speak and get along with.
Having arrived late in the evening, the youngest members of the Eliades family had long since been put to bed and, given the early start Vangelis naturally preferred and which Lord Photis had accommodated that morning, it wasn't surprising that it was now midday and the crown prince had yet to lay eyes on the children of the man he had come to do business with.
The morning had been spent locked away in Lord Photis' study going over papers and numbers and whilst Lord Photis had initially been both shocked and, almost fearful, that the man coming to trespass on his hospitality the previous evening was not the Kotas brother he normally handled business with but instead his older brother (a man who had been referred to as the Blood General for many years now and had a new horrific rumour attached to his name every other week), the man had rallied quickly and their conversations had been concluded within a few hours.
A man of efficiency over hospitality, Vangelis had refused offers of a midday repast and preferred the idea of heading back to the capitol almost immediately, in order to return there by dawn the next day. Travelling by night was hardly a frightful notion when you were generally the most feared thing in the kingdom.
Leaving the Eliades manor in order to check his steed and belongings (he would return inside temporarily to bid his farewell once he was assured of his travel arrangements), Vangelis was in the middle of securing the belts of Windrunner's tack when he noticed an empty sheath along the its edge.
As always. Vangelis kept his weapons on him at all times when travelling. Even now, twin blades were strapped to his hip and across his back. A quiver of arrows was locked such on his opposing thigh. A hunting knife resided in each boot and in the small of his back and his bow (whilst not on him personally) was pushed into the saddle strap of his ride. As was an empty sheath that held one of his two back up saracen blades.
With a frown, Vangelis instructed one of his guards - Dolmas - to go and check in the stables to ensure it hadn't been removed upon the horse being cared for the night previous and then forgot to be put back into place. It would be easy enough to find, for the blade was unique (especially to Greece), with its curved edge and fatter, slanted tip.
As with all his men, Dolmas was fast and efficient and he quickly returned to inform the prince that his sword was not to be found. And Vangelis knew for a fact that he had not taken the weapons inside with him. Which meant they had to have been taken somehow or deliberately removed.
"Find a stablehand and find out what happened to it." Vangelis instructed for, while he was a wealthy prince, he held a certain sentimentality to his weapons; he was a soldier and they his protectors. When a piece of metal saved your life that many times you liked to keep it close, regardless of the absurdity to it.
As he looked around the courtyard, Vangelis spotted a bow leaning against the side of the stables upon the corner that led out and around back to the grassy lawns of the Eliades manor. The weapon was small, child sized and while he had no idea how long it had been there or whether the owner of it was to blame for the missing weapon, Vangelis became curious nonetheless and, handing Windrunner's reins to his other guard and instructing his retainers to stay put, he headed around the creature and towards that corner of the buildings.
Alone, Vangelis strode across the open marble slabs, his boots heavy but quiet on the stone and then stepped out onto the grass, investigating whether anyone was there and if they might know the answer to the mystery of his missing sword...
Was thinking you guys can set up the boys and not see Vang approach and then I'll have him scare the crap out of them?
Knowing that the boys would naturally be interested in staying awake to catch a glimpse of their late night visitor, the Eliades family took a rare precaution and decided that it be best to keep the boys out of the classroom for the day. Instead, they were sent outside and given free rein over the rolling hills as well as the crumbling marble buildings that made up their father’s province. The boys, being pleasantly surprised at the prospect of no books for the day, simply jumped at the chance and did not need to be told twice as they took off towards whatever adventures the day would bring them with this newfound freedom.
So as Vangelis made his way through the kingdom, the “terrible twins” spent the day exploring ruins and making them their own personal playgrounds. Babis in particular, as the more athletic of the pair, was simply over the moon most of the day as he scampered up knocked over columns onto less than stable roofs that he would never have otherwise been allowed to climb if his mother or father had been watching. This sense of freedom and the realization that the guards that were trailing them, just in case something horrible happened, didn’t seem interested in intervening as the boys put themselves in more dangerous situations only furthered encouraged the boys to push their boundaries just a little bit more.
However, this meant that by the time the sun began to set and it was time to return home, the boys were utterly exhausted… just like their parents wanted. After all, this day of play was not meant to give the twins a bit of a reprieve from their academics, but instead, it was a safeguard to make sure that the two of them would be fast asleep when Vangelis would finally cross the threshold into the Eliades manor. After all, the last thing their family needed when this man who was known for his brutality on the battlefield would be arriving in their household was a pair of cranky eight-year-olds that would surely leave a bad impression on the stoic, straitlaced crown prince.
The boys, of course, did not know this and naturally fought against the inescapable call of Hypnos. Despite their insistence that they were not tired, Babis’s especially as he was more known to push back against the rules, the two of them could barely keep their eyes open during the family’s light evening meal and the twins subsequent nighttime routine. Although it had always been difficult to convince the boys to settle in, this night was an absolute nightmare as Babis did not make it easy on his parents… not when he was determined to see the ogre for himself and he was utterly convinced that he would do no such thing as sleep that evening.
However, despite the defiant tantrum that Babis was not proud to admit to having thrown the next morning, he was fast asleep as soon as his head was finally convinced to lay down. In truth, as much as he wanted to see Vangelis, his body was exhausted and sore from the childish romp of the day. As a result, he slept through the night and well into the next morning, not allowing for any chance to see the prince once both boys finally woke up the next day.
When they finally wandered out of their room, bleary-eyed but still just as eager to see the blood prince, Babis immediately tried to devise some sort of way to draw his father out of the closed-off office. None of his plans could even be fully-formed though, as soon as Grandma Ria, who was just as strong-willed as her royal cousins, found the boys lingering outside the door, sent them outside to occupy themselves and leave their poor father alone. Babis was not pleased with this turn of events and he made as much clear once Grandma Ria closed the door behind them.
“It isn’t fair.” Babis huffed to Aras as he picked up one of their child-sized bows that were lying nearby. He began absent-mindedly plucking at the string, a simple reminder of the restless energy that was within the boy. “I mean why do they all get to see him and we can’t?”
Now, Babis didn’t fully expect an answer from his brother as he already knew why their family was keeping the boys away from Vangelis. They were annoying children. He was a serious prince. Them meeting would be a dangerous recipe for disaster. Plus it also didn’t hurt that the family still could recall what had happened the last time Babis and Vangelis had met… It was safe to say that they were all not eager to repeat that incident so keeping the twins away from him was the safest option. Logically Babis knew that this was the case, but he still didn’t like it. He was not going to settle until he saw for his very own eyes if Vangelis was still just as scary as he remembered him to be. However, as his family was intent on denying them any chance to do so and figuring since Grandma Ria was probably not going to let the two of them back in until the Kotas was gone, it didn’t seem like there was going to be any chance of the twins getting what they wanted this time.
That was until Babis caught sight of the stables just a short walk away from the manor.
Instantly, a plan formed in his mind and with little explanation, Babis dragged his poor brother towards the building with a mischievous grin on his face. “Come on,” He said to Aras, still clutching onto the bow that would quickly be discarded once they made it to the building, ‘I wanna see if his horse really has hooves like claws.” A small grin crossed his face as he recited a legend that had been passed around the young boys of their age in the nobility -- this particular supposed fact had come from a boy that Babis didn’t particularly like as he was a bit of a bully. However, both of them knew it was just an excuse for the boys to go somewhere that Vangelis might appear.
Once the boys were inside the stable, all legends of monstrous horses were instantly forgotten when the boys came face to face with a horrible beast that dwarfed the boys. A soft whinny from the animal before them told them that it was a horse, but it was so massively terrifying with its powerful build and back covered in weapons that neither boy had ever seen before, that it could have been a creature straight out their own nightmares. Babis, as foolhardy as he was, nearly jumped out of his skin at the first sight of the creature.
This was clearly Vang’s horse, there was no question about it.
Babis stood in front of the horse for a moment, feet rooted to the ground in fear as he stared at this beast that was twice his size. However, as the beast also stayed calm and didn’t react badly to the boys' presence, the younger twin felt safe in approaching the creature. At first, he only wanted to see the horse itself, but soon his boyish curiosity got the better of him as a glint of metal caught his eye. His gaze settled on all the swords decorating the horse, his eyes wide with delight as he did not yet know swordplay as anything other than a game and even then the boys were only given dull blades, not real weapons like this.
Carefully, as not to spook the horse, Babis inched closer to the sheaths decorating the saddle and carefully pulled a curved blade from it, gasping in wonder as he saw the shape of it. Babis had never seen a blade shaped this before and he instantly had so many questions about its clearly foreign origin and how it came to be in the hands of a Colchian prince. “Aras.” He said softly with a childish sense of delight as he regarded the blade. Like the horse that had been carrying it, the boy looked so small with the weapon in hand, but it was hardly heavy in his grasp. Babis could tell that it was balanced and that if he tried, he would be able to swing it with ease.
As soon as the thought entered his mind, Babis knew that he had to try to use it. However, the space within the stable was too small and Aras was far too cautious to let him actually do anything. So, without another word, Babis pointed the blade down and walked past his brother, out of the stable and towards the open grass area nearby, where he knew that some archery targets had been set up. They would be perfect fake enemies in the new war game that Babis was cooking up in his mind. It took no time at all for the boy to reach them, even without Babis running.
Once there, Babis gleefully swung the blade towards the wooden post, taking an odd sort of joy in the large Thwack! that resounded through the space as a notch was quickly carved into the wood. Babis laughed as he pried the blade from the wood. Just as he reeled back to take another swing, he called over to his shoulder to his brother nearby inviting him into the make-believe game, “Hey Aras! I’m the ogre! Watch me cut down my enemies!” He screwed up his face in mock seriousness in an odd sort of attempt to imitate the prince as he swung the blade forward, hitting the wooden post again.
He laughed as he did so, not knowing that the wind had been carrying his voice towards the stable and the now approaching prince who was searching for his sword who undoubtedly heard the eight-year old’s every word as the boy turned his back towards the intruder on their games.
However, Aras had a good view of where the blood general was approaching from… would he be able to warn his brother in time of the true monster that was in search of the blade Babis took?
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Knowing that the boys would naturally be interested in staying awake to catch a glimpse of their late night visitor, the Eliades family took a rare precaution and decided that it be best to keep the boys out of the classroom for the day. Instead, they were sent outside and given free rein over the rolling hills as well as the crumbling marble buildings that made up their father’s province. The boys, being pleasantly surprised at the prospect of no books for the day, simply jumped at the chance and did not need to be told twice as they took off towards whatever adventures the day would bring them with this newfound freedom.
So as Vangelis made his way through the kingdom, the “terrible twins” spent the day exploring ruins and making them their own personal playgrounds. Babis in particular, as the more athletic of the pair, was simply over the moon most of the day as he scampered up knocked over columns onto less than stable roofs that he would never have otherwise been allowed to climb if his mother or father had been watching. This sense of freedom and the realization that the guards that were trailing them, just in case something horrible happened, didn’t seem interested in intervening as the boys put themselves in more dangerous situations only furthered encouraged the boys to push their boundaries just a little bit more.
However, this meant that by the time the sun began to set and it was time to return home, the boys were utterly exhausted… just like their parents wanted. After all, this day of play was not meant to give the twins a bit of a reprieve from their academics, but instead, it was a safeguard to make sure that the two of them would be fast asleep when Vangelis would finally cross the threshold into the Eliades manor. After all, the last thing their family needed when this man who was known for his brutality on the battlefield would be arriving in their household was a pair of cranky eight-year-olds that would surely leave a bad impression on the stoic, straitlaced crown prince.
The boys, of course, did not know this and naturally fought against the inescapable call of Hypnos. Despite their insistence that they were not tired, Babis’s especially as he was more known to push back against the rules, the two of them could barely keep their eyes open during the family’s light evening meal and the twins subsequent nighttime routine. Although it had always been difficult to convince the boys to settle in, this night was an absolute nightmare as Babis did not make it easy on his parents… not when he was determined to see the ogre for himself and he was utterly convinced that he would do no such thing as sleep that evening.
However, despite the defiant tantrum that Babis was not proud to admit to having thrown the next morning, he was fast asleep as soon as his head was finally convinced to lay down. In truth, as much as he wanted to see Vangelis, his body was exhausted and sore from the childish romp of the day. As a result, he slept through the night and well into the next morning, not allowing for any chance to see the prince once both boys finally woke up the next day.
When they finally wandered out of their room, bleary-eyed but still just as eager to see the blood prince, Babis immediately tried to devise some sort of way to draw his father out of the closed-off office. None of his plans could even be fully-formed though, as soon as Grandma Ria, who was just as strong-willed as her royal cousins, found the boys lingering outside the door, sent them outside to occupy themselves and leave their poor father alone. Babis was not pleased with this turn of events and he made as much clear once Grandma Ria closed the door behind them.
“It isn’t fair.” Babis huffed to Aras as he picked up one of their child-sized bows that were lying nearby. He began absent-mindedly plucking at the string, a simple reminder of the restless energy that was within the boy. “I mean why do they all get to see him and we can’t?”
Now, Babis didn’t fully expect an answer from his brother as he already knew why their family was keeping the boys away from Vangelis. They were annoying children. He was a serious prince. Them meeting would be a dangerous recipe for disaster. Plus it also didn’t hurt that the family still could recall what had happened the last time Babis and Vangelis had met… It was safe to say that they were all not eager to repeat that incident so keeping the twins away from him was the safest option. Logically Babis knew that this was the case, but he still didn’t like it. He was not going to settle until he saw for his very own eyes if Vangelis was still just as scary as he remembered him to be. However, as his family was intent on denying them any chance to do so and figuring since Grandma Ria was probably not going to let the two of them back in until the Kotas was gone, it didn’t seem like there was going to be any chance of the twins getting what they wanted this time.
That was until Babis caught sight of the stables just a short walk away from the manor.
Instantly, a plan formed in his mind and with little explanation, Babis dragged his poor brother towards the building with a mischievous grin on his face. “Come on,” He said to Aras, still clutching onto the bow that would quickly be discarded once they made it to the building, ‘I wanna see if his horse really has hooves like claws.” A small grin crossed his face as he recited a legend that had been passed around the young boys of their age in the nobility -- this particular supposed fact had come from a boy that Babis didn’t particularly like as he was a bit of a bully. However, both of them knew it was just an excuse for the boys to go somewhere that Vangelis might appear.
Once the boys were inside the stable, all legends of monstrous horses were instantly forgotten when the boys came face to face with a horrible beast that dwarfed the boys. A soft whinny from the animal before them told them that it was a horse, but it was so massively terrifying with its powerful build and back covered in weapons that neither boy had ever seen before, that it could have been a creature straight out their own nightmares. Babis, as foolhardy as he was, nearly jumped out of his skin at the first sight of the creature.
This was clearly Vang’s horse, there was no question about it.
Babis stood in front of the horse for a moment, feet rooted to the ground in fear as he stared at this beast that was twice his size. However, as the beast also stayed calm and didn’t react badly to the boys' presence, the younger twin felt safe in approaching the creature. At first, he only wanted to see the horse itself, but soon his boyish curiosity got the better of him as a glint of metal caught his eye. His gaze settled on all the swords decorating the horse, his eyes wide with delight as he did not yet know swordplay as anything other than a game and even then the boys were only given dull blades, not real weapons like this.
Carefully, as not to spook the horse, Babis inched closer to the sheaths decorating the saddle and carefully pulled a curved blade from it, gasping in wonder as he saw the shape of it. Babis had never seen a blade shaped this before and he instantly had so many questions about its clearly foreign origin and how it came to be in the hands of a Colchian prince. “Aras.” He said softly with a childish sense of delight as he regarded the blade. Like the horse that had been carrying it, the boy looked so small with the weapon in hand, but it was hardly heavy in his grasp. Babis could tell that it was balanced and that if he tried, he would be able to swing it with ease.
As soon as the thought entered his mind, Babis knew that he had to try to use it. However, the space within the stable was too small and Aras was far too cautious to let him actually do anything. So, without another word, Babis pointed the blade down and walked past his brother, out of the stable and towards the open grass area nearby, where he knew that some archery targets had been set up. They would be perfect fake enemies in the new war game that Babis was cooking up in his mind. It took no time at all for the boy to reach them, even without Babis running.
Once there, Babis gleefully swung the blade towards the wooden post, taking an odd sort of joy in the large Thwack! that resounded through the space as a notch was quickly carved into the wood. Babis laughed as he pried the blade from the wood. Just as he reeled back to take another swing, he called over to his shoulder to his brother nearby inviting him into the make-believe game, “Hey Aras! I’m the ogre! Watch me cut down my enemies!” He screwed up his face in mock seriousness in an odd sort of attempt to imitate the prince as he swung the blade forward, hitting the wooden post again.
He laughed as he did so, not knowing that the wind had been carrying his voice towards the stable and the now approaching prince who was searching for his sword who undoubtedly heard the eight-year old’s every word as the boy turned his back towards the intruder on their games.
However, Aras had a good view of where the blood general was approaching from… would he be able to warn his brother in time of the true monster that was in search of the blade Babis took?
Knowing that the boys would naturally be interested in staying awake to catch a glimpse of their late night visitor, the Eliades family took a rare precaution and decided that it be best to keep the boys out of the classroom for the day. Instead, they were sent outside and given free rein over the rolling hills as well as the crumbling marble buildings that made up their father’s province. The boys, being pleasantly surprised at the prospect of no books for the day, simply jumped at the chance and did not need to be told twice as they took off towards whatever adventures the day would bring them with this newfound freedom.
So as Vangelis made his way through the kingdom, the “terrible twins” spent the day exploring ruins and making them their own personal playgrounds. Babis in particular, as the more athletic of the pair, was simply over the moon most of the day as he scampered up knocked over columns onto less than stable roofs that he would never have otherwise been allowed to climb if his mother or father had been watching. This sense of freedom and the realization that the guards that were trailing them, just in case something horrible happened, didn’t seem interested in intervening as the boys put themselves in more dangerous situations only furthered encouraged the boys to push their boundaries just a little bit more.
However, this meant that by the time the sun began to set and it was time to return home, the boys were utterly exhausted… just like their parents wanted. After all, this day of play was not meant to give the twins a bit of a reprieve from their academics, but instead, it was a safeguard to make sure that the two of them would be fast asleep when Vangelis would finally cross the threshold into the Eliades manor. After all, the last thing their family needed when this man who was known for his brutality on the battlefield would be arriving in their household was a pair of cranky eight-year-olds that would surely leave a bad impression on the stoic, straitlaced crown prince.
The boys, of course, did not know this and naturally fought against the inescapable call of Hypnos. Despite their insistence that they were not tired, Babis’s especially as he was more known to push back against the rules, the two of them could barely keep their eyes open during the family’s light evening meal and the twins subsequent nighttime routine. Although it had always been difficult to convince the boys to settle in, this night was an absolute nightmare as Babis did not make it easy on his parents… not when he was determined to see the ogre for himself and he was utterly convinced that he would do no such thing as sleep that evening.
However, despite the defiant tantrum that Babis was not proud to admit to having thrown the next morning, he was fast asleep as soon as his head was finally convinced to lay down. In truth, as much as he wanted to see Vangelis, his body was exhausted and sore from the childish romp of the day. As a result, he slept through the night and well into the next morning, not allowing for any chance to see the prince once both boys finally woke up the next day.
When they finally wandered out of their room, bleary-eyed but still just as eager to see the blood prince, Babis immediately tried to devise some sort of way to draw his father out of the closed-off office. None of his plans could even be fully-formed though, as soon as Grandma Ria, who was just as strong-willed as her royal cousins, found the boys lingering outside the door, sent them outside to occupy themselves and leave their poor father alone. Babis was not pleased with this turn of events and he made as much clear once Grandma Ria closed the door behind them.
“It isn’t fair.” Babis huffed to Aras as he picked up one of their child-sized bows that were lying nearby. He began absent-mindedly plucking at the string, a simple reminder of the restless energy that was within the boy. “I mean why do they all get to see him and we can’t?”
Now, Babis didn’t fully expect an answer from his brother as he already knew why their family was keeping the boys away from Vangelis. They were annoying children. He was a serious prince. Them meeting would be a dangerous recipe for disaster. Plus it also didn’t hurt that the family still could recall what had happened the last time Babis and Vangelis had met… It was safe to say that they were all not eager to repeat that incident so keeping the twins away from him was the safest option. Logically Babis knew that this was the case, but he still didn’t like it. He was not going to settle until he saw for his very own eyes if Vangelis was still just as scary as he remembered him to be. However, as his family was intent on denying them any chance to do so and figuring since Grandma Ria was probably not going to let the two of them back in until the Kotas was gone, it didn’t seem like there was going to be any chance of the twins getting what they wanted this time.
That was until Babis caught sight of the stables just a short walk away from the manor.
Instantly, a plan formed in his mind and with little explanation, Babis dragged his poor brother towards the building with a mischievous grin on his face. “Come on,” He said to Aras, still clutching onto the bow that would quickly be discarded once they made it to the building, ‘I wanna see if his horse really has hooves like claws.” A small grin crossed his face as he recited a legend that had been passed around the young boys of their age in the nobility -- this particular supposed fact had come from a boy that Babis didn’t particularly like as he was a bit of a bully. However, both of them knew it was just an excuse for the boys to go somewhere that Vangelis might appear.
Once the boys were inside the stable, all legends of monstrous horses were instantly forgotten when the boys came face to face with a horrible beast that dwarfed the boys. A soft whinny from the animal before them told them that it was a horse, but it was so massively terrifying with its powerful build and back covered in weapons that neither boy had ever seen before, that it could have been a creature straight out their own nightmares. Babis, as foolhardy as he was, nearly jumped out of his skin at the first sight of the creature.
This was clearly Vang’s horse, there was no question about it.
Babis stood in front of the horse for a moment, feet rooted to the ground in fear as he stared at this beast that was twice his size. However, as the beast also stayed calm and didn’t react badly to the boys' presence, the younger twin felt safe in approaching the creature. At first, he only wanted to see the horse itself, but soon his boyish curiosity got the better of him as a glint of metal caught his eye. His gaze settled on all the swords decorating the horse, his eyes wide with delight as he did not yet know swordplay as anything other than a game and even then the boys were only given dull blades, not real weapons like this.
Carefully, as not to spook the horse, Babis inched closer to the sheaths decorating the saddle and carefully pulled a curved blade from it, gasping in wonder as he saw the shape of it. Babis had never seen a blade shaped this before and he instantly had so many questions about its clearly foreign origin and how it came to be in the hands of a Colchian prince. “Aras.” He said softly with a childish sense of delight as he regarded the blade. Like the horse that had been carrying it, the boy looked so small with the weapon in hand, but it was hardly heavy in his grasp. Babis could tell that it was balanced and that if he tried, he would be able to swing it with ease.
As soon as the thought entered his mind, Babis knew that he had to try to use it. However, the space within the stable was too small and Aras was far too cautious to let him actually do anything. So, without another word, Babis pointed the blade down and walked past his brother, out of the stable and towards the open grass area nearby, where he knew that some archery targets had been set up. They would be perfect fake enemies in the new war game that Babis was cooking up in his mind. It took no time at all for the boy to reach them, even without Babis running.
Once there, Babis gleefully swung the blade towards the wooden post, taking an odd sort of joy in the large Thwack! that resounded through the space as a notch was quickly carved into the wood. Babis laughed as he pried the blade from the wood. Just as he reeled back to take another swing, he called over to his shoulder to his brother nearby inviting him into the make-believe game, “Hey Aras! I’m the ogre! Watch me cut down my enemies!” He screwed up his face in mock seriousness in an odd sort of attempt to imitate the prince as he swung the blade forward, hitting the wooden post again.
He laughed as he did so, not knowing that the wind had been carrying his voice towards the stable and the now approaching prince who was searching for his sword who undoubtedly heard the eight-year old’s every word as the boy turned his back towards the intruder on their games.
However, Aras had a good view of where the blood general was approaching from… would he be able to warn his brother in time of the true monster that was in search of the blade Babis took?
Aras did not care much for days when he and his brother’s lessons focussed on the more athletic subjects at which his brother excelled, and he floundered. It was not a truth he was proud of, but his heart swelled with jealousy whenever he watched his brother lift a sword with such proficiency while he found himself struggling to run much of a distance without his head hurting and his feet practically begging him for respite. On the other hand, there was a guaranteed satisfaction in the knowledge that he was the superior of the pair when it came to mental ability and the study of any theory, a selfish desire to be seen as greater in any way that he could because what use was a future baron if his only skill was that he could read well? When he one day found himself forced to lead a military unit, he would only struggle and humiliate himself further, and although the Eliades family favoured knowledge above all else, complete inability in sporting affairs was not an image he wished to portray.
This was the reason why, despite being happy for the opportunity of a day at play, he had not been keen yesterday when his parents had forced him outside, and that same glumness had hung at the back of his mind the whole time he had played with his brother, and had only continued into the following day. Of course, the elder Eliades son wished to see the visiting prince just as much as his brother did, but half his less than optimistic demeanour had come from the fact that he was being drawn away from his favoured studies and not solely from the fact that Grandma Ria was shooing them indignantly outside.
Babis was complaining. Aras had listened to his brother muttering about how unfair the situation was all morning and all night - as though the fuss he had initiated the night before which Aras had almost half-heartedly joined in with had not been enough of a clue - and he had been as unsure as to what response was expected of him then as he was now. He knew the truth, of course, as did his twin, that their mother and father did not want them harassing such a significant visitor, and that their grandparents were equally wary of their behaviour, but he supposed it wasn’t exactly what Babis wanted to hear from him. Reaching for his own bow, he tried a response that he hoped would at least satisfy the other somewhat, if not entirely. ”Mother probably just wants to keep us safe. He’s the Blood General. I heard they call him that because when he kills people, he drinks their blood afterwards and that’s why he’s so big.” He dropped his reach for the bow, instead spreading his arms to indicate just how big Vangelis was.
It seemed a foolish story, and Aras could not entirely recall where he had heard it (likely in passing from another child their age, or perhaps even from Babis himself) but there was a part of him which worried that, maybe, it might just be true. After all, they had little word to go on but the rumours that they heard or what might they might have gathered from the snippets of conversation their family did not manage to keep so quiet. It wasn’t as though any of the Blood General’s victims were likely to come back to life and tell them the real story.
Before he had another chance to reach for his bow again, his brother’s arm gripped his, and the slight boy was dragged halfway across the courtyard towards the stables, the only clue as to the intentions of the journey his twin’s excited words. Aras did not really want to see if the horse had claws for hooves, terrified of what that might actually mean of the beast, but there was no chance for complaint until they were within the stables themselves, and even then it was impossible to speak.
The horse was enormous. If the horse was like that, Aras could only imagine what Vangelis himself was like. Any memories of the man were distant, and the boy would have been far younger, unable to piece them together well enough to form a coherent image. All he now had to go on were the stories and the way the warhorse loomed over them, hulking and decorated with more weapons than Aras thought he had ever seen in his life. Somehow, Babis was managing to approach it, but he did not mimic his brother, instead taking a few steps back and pressing himself against the wall as though for safety as he watched the two of them interacting. It seemed that Babis was safe, but the boys had often been taught that things were not always as they seemed and that remaining aware of their surroundings was key to their safety, especially since they could not always guarantee a guard or family member would be around to save them. This was something it looked to him that Babis had now forgotten as he reached for one of the swords on the horse's back.
”Babis,” he hissed back, nodded out of the stables. ”We shouldn’t be doing this. He’s going to catch us! Put it back.”
But his words were ignored as his brother stole the sword anyhow, stalking out of the stables with intentions that Aras could only imagine. At least he was being safe about the way he carried the blade, although it was not much of a reassurance as Aras bowed his head apologetically to the horse as though that would prevent him from any possible harm and inched around the wall, only running to his brother once he was safely out of the stables. Somehow, Babis seemed utterly unconcerned by the gravity of the situation, no matter how Aras called out to him in evident panic. The older twin’s face was contorted in concern as he watched him hack at the dummies, despite the apparent attempt to make him laugh, but his expression only turned to sheer horror as he looked beyond his brother at the man who now approached them.
”Babis!” It was less of a hiss this time and more of a shout, unable to hide the unease that now flooded through him as he waved his arms at the younger twin. ”Babis, it’s him! The ogre! He’s going to get us!”
Oh, this really hadn’t been a good idea at all.
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Aras did not care much for days when he and his brother’s lessons focussed on the more athletic subjects at which his brother excelled, and he floundered. It was not a truth he was proud of, but his heart swelled with jealousy whenever he watched his brother lift a sword with such proficiency while he found himself struggling to run much of a distance without his head hurting and his feet practically begging him for respite. On the other hand, there was a guaranteed satisfaction in the knowledge that he was the superior of the pair when it came to mental ability and the study of any theory, a selfish desire to be seen as greater in any way that he could because what use was a future baron if his only skill was that he could read well? When he one day found himself forced to lead a military unit, he would only struggle and humiliate himself further, and although the Eliades family favoured knowledge above all else, complete inability in sporting affairs was not an image he wished to portray.
This was the reason why, despite being happy for the opportunity of a day at play, he had not been keen yesterday when his parents had forced him outside, and that same glumness had hung at the back of his mind the whole time he had played with his brother, and had only continued into the following day. Of course, the elder Eliades son wished to see the visiting prince just as much as his brother did, but half his less than optimistic demeanour had come from the fact that he was being drawn away from his favoured studies and not solely from the fact that Grandma Ria was shooing them indignantly outside.
Babis was complaining. Aras had listened to his brother muttering about how unfair the situation was all morning and all night - as though the fuss he had initiated the night before which Aras had almost half-heartedly joined in with had not been enough of a clue - and he had been as unsure as to what response was expected of him then as he was now. He knew the truth, of course, as did his twin, that their mother and father did not want them harassing such a significant visitor, and that their grandparents were equally wary of their behaviour, but he supposed it wasn’t exactly what Babis wanted to hear from him. Reaching for his own bow, he tried a response that he hoped would at least satisfy the other somewhat, if not entirely. ”Mother probably just wants to keep us safe. He’s the Blood General. I heard they call him that because when he kills people, he drinks their blood afterwards and that’s why he’s so big.” He dropped his reach for the bow, instead spreading his arms to indicate just how big Vangelis was.
It seemed a foolish story, and Aras could not entirely recall where he had heard it (likely in passing from another child their age, or perhaps even from Babis himself) but there was a part of him which worried that, maybe, it might just be true. After all, they had little word to go on but the rumours that they heard or what might they might have gathered from the snippets of conversation their family did not manage to keep so quiet. It wasn’t as though any of the Blood General’s victims were likely to come back to life and tell them the real story.
Before he had another chance to reach for his bow again, his brother’s arm gripped his, and the slight boy was dragged halfway across the courtyard towards the stables, the only clue as to the intentions of the journey his twin’s excited words. Aras did not really want to see if the horse had claws for hooves, terrified of what that might actually mean of the beast, but there was no chance for complaint until they were within the stables themselves, and even then it was impossible to speak.
The horse was enormous. If the horse was like that, Aras could only imagine what Vangelis himself was like. Any memories of the man were distant, and the boy would have been far younger, unable to piece them together well enough to form a coherent image. All he now had to go on were the stories and the way the warhorse loomed over them, hulking and decorated with more weapons than Aras thought he had ever seen in his life. Somehow, Babis was managing to approach it, but he did not mimic his brother, instead taking a few steps back and pressing himself against the wall as though for safety as he watched the two of them interacting. It seemed that Babis was safe, but the boys had often been taught that things were not always as they seemed and that remaining aware of their surroundings was key to their safety, especially since they could not always guarantee a guard or family member would be around to save them. This was something it looked to him that Babis had now forgotten as he reached for one of the swords on the horse's back.
”Babis,” he hissed back, nodded out of the stables. ”We shouldn’t be doing this. He’s going to catch us! Put it back.”
But his words were ignored as his brother stole the sword anyhow, stalking out of the stables with intentions that Aras could only imagine. At least he was being safe about the way he carried the blade, although it was not much of a reassurance as Aras bowed his head apologetically to the horse as though that would prevent him from any possible harm and inched around the wall, only running to his brother once he was safely out of the stables. Somehow, Babis seemed utterly unconcerned by the gravity of the situation, no matter how Aras called out to him in evident panic. The older twin’s face was contorted in concern as he watched him hack at the dummies, despite the apparent attempt to make him laugh, but his expression only turned to sheer horror as he looked beyond his brother at the man who now approached them.
”Babis!” It was less of a hiss this time and more of a shout, unable to hide the unease that now flooded through him as he waved his arms at the younger twin. ”Babis, it’s him! The ogre! He’s going to get us!”
Oh, this really hadn’t been a good idea at all.
Aras did not care much for days when he and his brother’s lessons focussed on the more athletic subjects at which his brother excelled, and he floundered. It was not a truth he was proud of, but his heart swelled with jealousy whenever he watched his brother lift a sword with such proficiency while he found himself struggling to run much of a distance without his head hurting and his feet practically begging him for respite. On the other hand, there was a guaranteed satisfaction in the knowledge that he was the superior of the pair when it came to mental ability and the study of any theory, a selfish desire to be seen as greater in any way that he could because what use was a future baron if his only skill was that he could read well? When he one day found himself forced to lead a military unit, he would only struggle and humiliate himself further, and although the Eliades family favoured knowledge above all else, complete inability in sporting affairs was not an image he wished to portray.
This was the reason why, despite being happy for the opportunity of a day at play, he had not been keen yesterday when his parents had forced him outside, and that same glumness had hung at the back of his mind the whole time he had played with his brother, and had only continued into the following day. Of course, the elder Eliades son wished to see the visiting prince just as much as his brother did, but half his less than optimistic demeanour had come from the fact that he was being drawn away from his favoured studies and not solely from the fact that Grandma Ria was shooing them indignantly outside.
Babis was complaining. Aras had listened to his brother muttering about how unfair the situation was all morning and all night - as though the fuss he had initiated the night before which Aras had almost half-heartedly joined in with had not been enough of a clue - and he had been as unsure as to what response was expected of him then as he was now. He knew the truth, of course, as did his twin, that their mother and father did not want them harassing such a significant visitor, and that their grandparents were equally wary of their behaviour, but he supposed it wasn’t exactly what Babis wanted to hear from him. Reaching for his own bow, he tried a response that he hoped would at least satisfy the other somewhat, if not entirely. ”Mother probably just wants to keep us safe. He’s the Blood General. I heard they call him that because when he kills people, he drinks their blood afterwards and that’s why he’s so big.” He dropped his reach for the bow, instead spreading his arms to indicate just how big Vangelis was.
It seemed a foolish story, and Aras could not entirely recall where he had heard it (likely in passing from another child their age, or perhaps even from Babis himself) but there was a part of him which worried that, maybe, it might just be true. After all, they had little word to go on but the rumours that they heard or what might they might have gathered from the snippets of conversation their family did not manage to keep so quiet. It wasn’t as though any of the Blood General’s victims were likely to come back to life and tell them the real story.
Before he had another chance to reach for his bow again, his brother’s arm gripped his, and the slight boy was dragged halfway across the courtyard towards the stables, the only clue as to the intentions of the journey his twin’s excited words. Aras did not really want to see if the horse had claws for hooves, terrified of what that might actually mean of the beast, but there was no chance for complaint until they were within the stables themselves, and even then it was impossible to speak.
The horse was enormous. If the horse was like that, Aras could only imagine what Vangelis himself was like. Any memories of the man were distant, and the boy would have been far younger, unable to piece them together well enough to form a coherent image. All he now had to go on were the stories and the way the warhorse loomed over them, hulking and decorated with more weapons than Aras thought he had ever seen in his life. Somehow, Babis was managing to approach it, but he did not mimic his brother, instead taking a few steps back and pressing himself against the wall as though for safety as he watched the two of them interacting. It seemed that Babis was safe, but the boys had often been taught that things were not always as they seemed and that remaining aware of their surroundings was key to their safety, especially since they could not always guarantee a guard or family member would be around to save them. This was something it looked to him that Babis had now forgotten as he reached for one of the swords on the horse's back.
”Babis,” he hissed back, nodded out of the stables. ”We shouldn’t be doing this. He’s going to catch us! Put it back.”
But his words were ignored as his brother stole the sword anyhow, stalking out of the stables with intentions that Aras could only imagine. At least he was being safe about the way he carried the blade, although it was not much of a reassurance as Aras bowed his head apologetically to the horse as though that would prevent him from any possible harm and inched around the wall, only running to his brother once he was safely out of the stables. Somehow, Babis seemed utterly unconcerned by the gravity of the situation, no matter how Aras called out to him in evident panic. The older twin’s face was contorted in concern as he watched him hack at the dummies, despite the apparent attempt to make him laugh, but his expression only turned to sheer horror as he looked beyond his brother at the man who now approached them.
”Babis!” It was less of a hiss this time and more of a shout, unable to hide the unease that now flooded through him as he waved his arms at the younger twin. ”Babis, it’s him! The ogre! He’s going to get us!”
Oh, this really hadn’t been a good idea at all.
Vangelis was not a man who delighted in frightening children. When he turned the corner of the building and headed out over the grassy gardens of the Eliades manner, he was not particularly surprised to see the two youngest members of the House - infamous already at the age of eight years old for their antics and misbehaviour - playing about. In extension to this, he had absolutely no intention of scaring them or terrorising penance from them for the theft of the sword that he could now see was being held by the more active of the two. The gestures of a swinging arm that he had been able to see from a distance, quickly became that of a swinging attack. The boy was wielding the Saracen blade as if it were of standard Greek shape; an exercise that was clearly something he enjoyed doing and was semi-skilled at, but inefficient for the blade's full benefit. A turn of his wrist would work better with the way it should cut through the air.
With a frown on his face in disapproval for - regardless of skill or eagerness Vangelis did not, in any way, condone the theft of weaponry: especially not from visiting guests and especially not when the weapon in question was something they had not trained with and could therefore injure either themselves of innocents - Vangelis strode across the grasslands with a wide pace and heavy stride that carried him towards his targets with an impressive speed that still looked effortless with his dominant height.
Vangelis was neither aware that his - to him - casual pace, was one that was frightening to those whose height barely breached his hip level, nor would he have adjusted his step if he had known. The world could be a scary place. And children were not to be cossetted and pampered with comfort to the contrary.
His glare partially in place from disapproval and partially because the sun was in his eyes, Vangelis headed over to the boys and knew instantly when one of them spotted his approach because he immediately started waving his arms around in panic and clearly shouting to his brother. Though, as the breeze was headed in the opposite direction, tugging the crown prince's hair forward and over his brow, he couldn't make out the exact words. Only the tone of fear and anxiety that fuelled them.
Once within a few feet of the boys, Vangelis stopped, his large black boots planting themselves firmly to the earth, his weight shifting a little and his arms moving to fold over his chest, the material of his shirt pulling tight against large biceps and shifting over wide shoulders. He stared down at them.
"I wasn't aware that the Eliades House supported thievery." He told the boys, one of whom who had been so distracted by his brother's babbling that he hadn't even turned around yet to witness the prince's approach. "Do you know how I punish stealing in my army?" Vangelis asked, his eyes turning dark. "The thief loses their hand."
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Vangelis was not a man who delighted in frightening children. When he turned the corner of the building and headed out over the grassy gardens of the Eliades manner, he was not particularly surprised to see the two youngest members of the House - infamous already at the age of eight years old for their antics and misbehaviour - playing about. In extension to this, he had absolutely no intention of scaring them or terrorising penance from them for the theft of the sword that he could now see was being held by the more active of the two. The gestures of a swinging arm that he had been able to see from a distance, quickly became that of a swinging attack. The boy was wielding the Saracen blade as if it were of standard Greek shape; an exercise that was clearly something he enjoyed doing and was semi-skilled at, but inefficient for the blade's full benefit. A turn of his wrist would work better with the way it should cut through the air.
With a frown on his face in disapproval for - regardless of skill or eagerness Vangelis did not, in any way, condone the theft of weaponry: especially not from visiting guests and especially not when the weapon in question was something they had not trained with and could therefore injure either themselves of innocents - Vangelis strode across the grasslands with a wide pace and heavy stride that carried him towards his targets with an impressive speed that still looked effortless with his dominant height.
Vangelis was neither aware that his - to him - casual pace, was one that was frightening to those whose height barely breached his hip level, nor would he have adjusted his step if he had known. The world could be a scary place. And children were not to be cossetted and pampered with comfort to the contrary.
His glare partially in place from disapproval and partially because the sun was in his eyes, Vangelis headed over to the boys and knew instantly when one of them spotted his approach because he immediately started waving his arms around in panic and clearly shouting to his brother. Though, as the breeze was headed in the opposite direction, tugging the crown prince's hair forward and over his brow, he couldn't make out the exact words. Only the tone of fear and anxiety that fuelled them.
Once within a few feet of the boys, Vangelis stopped, his large black boots planting themselves firmly to the earth, his weight shifting a little and his arms moving to fold over his chest, the material of his shirt pulling tight against large biceps and shifting over wide shoulders. He stared down at them.
"I wasn't aware that the Eliades House supported thievery." He told the boys, one of whom who had been so distracted by his brother's babbling that he hadn't even turned around yet to witness the prince's approach. "Do you know how I punish stealing in my army?" Vangelis asked, his eyes turning dark. "The thief loses their hand."
Vangelis was not a man who delighted in frightening children. When he turned the corner of the building and headed out over the grassy gardens of the Eliades manner, he was not particularly surprised to see the two youngest members of the House - infamous already at the age of eight years old for their antics and misbehaviour - playing about. In extension to this, he had absolutely no intention of scaring them or terrorising penance from them for the theft of the sword that he could now see was being held by the more active of the two. The gestures of a swinging arm that he had been able to see from a distance, quickly became that of a swinging attack. The boy was wielding the Saracen blade as if it were of standard Greek shape; an exercise that was clearly something he enjoyed doing and was semi-skilled at, but inefficient for the blade's full benefit. A turn of his wrist would work better with the way it should cut through the air.
With a frown on his face in disapproval for - regardless of skill or eagerness Vangelis did not, in any way, condone the theft of weaponry: especially not from visiting guests and especially not when the weapon in question was something they had not trained with and could therefore injure either themselves of innocents - Vangelis strode across the grasslands with a wide pace and heavy stride that carried him towards his targets with an impressive speed that still looked effortless with his dominant height.
Vangelis was neither aware that his - to him - casual pace, was one that was frightening to those whose height barely breached his hip level, nor would he have adjusted his step if he had known. The world could be a scary place. And children were not to be cossetted and pampered with comfort to the contrary.
His glare partially in place from disapproval and partially because the sun was in his eyes, Vangelis headed over to the boys and knew instantly when one of them spotted his approach because he immediately started waving his arms around in panic and clearly shouting to his brother. Though, as the breeze was headed in the opposite direction, tugging the crown prince's hair forward and over his brow, he couldn't make out the exact words. Only the tone of fear and anxiety that fuelled them.
Once within a few feet of the boys, Vangelis stopped, his large black boots planting themselves firmly to the earth, his weight shifting a little and his arms moving to fold over his chest, the material of his shirt pulling tight against large biceps and shifting over wide shoulders. He stared down at them.
"I wasn't aware that the Eliades House supported thievery." He told the boys, one of whom who had been so distracted by his brother's babbling that he hadn't even turned around yet to witness the prince's approach. "Do you know how I punish stealing in my army?" Vangelis asked, his eyes turning dark. "The thief loses their hand."
