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Roxana had been planning to sneak out but thankfully, her cousin allowed her a day trip...with the help of an escort, of course. Her escort was nice enough, she supposed but it called attention to her in the first place. In the second place, she felt self conscious looking at all the pretties with him watching and judging.
She tried not to care, but a teenager's mind was not built to care free and not wonder what others thought of her. Did he hate this task of protecting the bastard child of the family he worked for? Did he hope he could be rid of this annoying task? Were the lowest on to pecking order the ones saddled with the young teenager who wanted to spend her time so fruitlessly? She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind and simply look at jewelry she couldn't possibly afford at the market. It seemed like it. He hardly paid her any mind and she thought she caught a groan and face a few times as they traveled.
In fact, he caught sight of someone he knew and stuck up a conversation, allowing Roxana to wander off a bit. Sighting a jewelry stand, she approached with sparkling eyes. Picking up a piece and putting it against the skin of her throat, she smiled at the shining image it created in the polished surface that acted as a mirror. The setting sun glinted off the jewels and she turned it this way and that to get the effect over and over. Smiling and playing with it, she hardly noticed the pack of men headed their way.
It was early evening so the market was just beginning to close up, so it was likely these men were had started the party early. The street was clearing more and more every moment. Roxana looked up when she felt the presence of three men. Her blue eyes went wide and she gave them a small smile, "Good evening." She stood tall as she scanned for her guard.
"Hello there, little peach." Said one man, "You look ripe for the picking."
"Rotten actually, so please find another tree to pluck." She shot back.
They were seemingly determined, however, and one of them reached for her. She dodged only to back into the other one who pawed at her. He smelled of sweat and wine, "Get off!" She complained, jerking away from him as well.
The shop keeper tried to intervene but even he was a smaller elderly man, "Help!" He called on Roxana's behalf.
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Roxana had been planning to sneak out but thankfully, her cousin allowed her a day trip...with the help of an escort, of course. Her escort was nice enough, she supposed but it called attention to her in the first place. In the second place, she felt self conscious looking at all the pretties with him watching and judging.
She tried not to care, but a teenager's mind was not built to care free and not wonder what others thought of her. Did he hate this task of protecting the bastard child of the family he worked for? Did he hope he could be rid of this annoying task? Were the lowest on to pecking order the ones saddled with the young teenager who wanted to spend her time so fruitlessly? She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind and simply look at jewelry she couldn't possibly afford at the market. It seemed like it. He hardly paid her any mind and she thought she caught a groan and face a few times as they traveled.
In fact, he caught sight of someone he knew and stuck up a conversation, allowing Roxana to wander off a bit. Sighting a jewelry stand, she approached with sparkling eyes. Picking up a piece and putting it against the skin of her throat, she smiled at the shining image it created in the polished surface that acted as a mirror. The setting sun glinted off the jewels and she turned it this way and that to get the effect over and over. Smiling and playing with it, she hardly noticed the pack of men headed their way.
It was early evening so the market was just beginning to close up, so it was likely these men were had started the party early. The street was clearing more and more every moment. Roxana looked up when she felt the presence of three men. Her blue eyes went wide and she gave them a small smile, "Good evening." She stood tall as she scanned for her guard.
"Hello there, little peach." Said one man, "You look ripe for the picking."
"Rotten actually, so please find another tree to pluck." She shot back.
They were seemingly determined, however, and one of them reached for her. She dodged only to back into the other one who pawed at her. He smelled of sweat and wine, "Get off!" She complained, jerking away from him as well.
The shop keeper tried to intervene but even he was a smaller elderly man, "Help!" He called on Roxana's behalf.
Roxana had been planning to sneak out but thankfully, her cousin allowed her a day trip...with the help of an escort, of course. Her escort was nice enough, she supposed but it called attention to her in the first place. In the second place, she felt self conscious looking at all the pretties with him watching and judging.
She tried not to care, but a teenager's mind was not built to care free and not wonder what others thought of her. Did he hate this task of protecting the bastard child of the family he worked for? Did he hope he could be rid of this annoying task? Were the lowest on to pecking order the ones saddled with the young teenager who wanted to spend her time so fruitlessly? She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind and simply look at jewelry she couldn't possibly afford at the market. It seemed like it. He hardly paid her any mind and she thought she caught a groan and face a few times as they traveled.
In fact, he caught sight of someone he knew and stuck up a conversation, allowing Roxana to wander off a bit. Sighting a jewelry stand, she approached with sparkling eyes. Picking up a piece and putting it against the skin of her throat, she smiled at the shining image it created in the polished surface that acted as a mirror. The setting sun glinted off the jewels and she turned it this way and that to get the effect over and over. Smiling and playing with it, she hardly noticed the pack of men headed their way.
It was early evening so the market was just beginning to close up, so it was likely these men were had started the party early. The street was clearing more and more every moment. Roxana looked up when she felt the presence of three men. Her blue eyes went wide and she gave them a small smile, "Good evening." She stood tall as she scanned for her guard.
"Hello there, little peach." Said one man, "You look ripe for the picking."
"Rotten actually, so please find another tree to pluck." She shot back.
They were seemingly determined, however, and one of them reached for her. She dodged only to back into the other one who pawed at her. He smelled of sweat and wine, "Get off!" She complained, jerking away from him as well.
The shop keeper tried to intervene but even he was a smaller elderly man, "Help!" He called on Roxana's behalf.
Due to spending most of his life training as a soldier, Maximus didn't have many opportunities to explore the city of Midas particularly the marketplace. His father took him twice once when he was six years old where Maximus' father was visiting a Blacksmith who was working on his families' ancestral sword. The other time was when Maximus was fourteen years old. After a long day of training in which Maximus was taught how the Phalanx worked, Maximus' father bought they young boy to the marketplace and told him to look around. Maximus did just that he saw laughing children, citizens carrying their duties and men and women from all corners of the world setting up shop and selling their goods. Wonder and joy filled Maximus' heart as well as curiosity for he wondered what the foreigners from the Lands Afar bought.
Maximus' father explained that he will be fighting for the honor and glory of Colchis. That he'll eventually be called upon to protect and serve. "You may not be able have children in order to carry our family legacy," his father told Maximus. "But you will be the best soldier Colchis will ever see." Maximus shook his head finding himself back at the Midas marketplace observing the people. The young soldier had been cursed by Poseidon since birth his loins will never be able to impregnate a woman because of the deeds his descendants did before leaving their homeland. Maximus asked what they did once, only to be coldly spurned by his mother and father.
Maximus began walking through the marketplace. He was at a soldiers attention stance: Posture straightened, with his hands clasped behind his back. The feet went on a vertical path with the right foot going first. Despite being accepted by Colchis as a citizen and being extremely loyal, Maximus always felt a little alienated. He came from a mysterious land and looked different. Many citizens mistaken Maximus for a foreigner since he remembered only to be recognized for one of two things: He was the son of the great general: Adonis and that he was cursed by Poseidon and was believed to destroy womens wombs.
Maximus was grateful that not many people heard the second one, his father put a quick stop to that. Still it left Maximus with little friends and even among The Fifth Phalanx a couple of his fellow soldiers whisper: "The cursed child" behind his back. Maximus still maintained his focus and discipline but a tiny doubt remained. Night began to hit and Maximus spent all day just wondering aimlessly. He was on leave and didn't have much to look at as he spent the entire morning just gazing at the many items the marketplace had to offer. It was then his concentration was broken when Maximus gave a cry for help.
Like a snake finding its prey Maximus head turned immediately at the sound of the elder and he sprinted towards the direction of it. After a split second, Maximus arrived at the scene of the crime. A young woman whom Maximus guessed was his daughter was being harassed by three drunken men. "I got this," Maximus to the old shop keeper as his fists were clenched. "What are doing?!" The young soldier shouted.
Two of the men stood in front of Maximus trying to look intimidating. "Nothing that concerns you!" One of them spat. "Now piss off before you get hurt!" Maximus' eyes narrowed. "I won't let you hurt this girl," he spat. It was then that the third man holding the girl pushed her to the ground and smiled. "We warned you!" he growled and rushed towards Maximus, his fist cocked back. Maximus effortlessly dodged the attack and grabbed the mans arm and the scruff of his neck. Maximus then used the drunk man's momentum to slam him into a market booth. The drunken landed head first was knocked out cold. Looking at each other in fury, the remaining two men rushed at Maximus at the same time. Maximus sidestep and kicked the one of the men in the back of the knee causing to kneel and jerk his head back allowing Maximus to elbow him in the face bloodying his nose.
The young soldier then tossed, the knocked out victim to the third man putting on the ground. "I surrender!" the final man said almost urinating himself. "Take your friends and leave," Maximus said calmly. "If I catch you harassing this girl again, I'll come after you."
The man retreated dragging the bodies along with him. Maximus sighed, gave thanks to Ares and walked over to the girl and offered a hand. "Are you hurt my lady?" he smiled. "My name is Maximus: Soldier of Colchis."
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Due to spending most of his life training as a soldier, Maximus didn't have many opportunities to explore the city of Midas particularly the marketplace. His father took him twice once when he was six years old where Maximus' father was visiting a Blacksmith who was working on his families' ancestral sword. The other time was when Maximus was fourteen years old. After a long day of training in which Maximus was taught how the Phalanx worked, Maximus' father bought they young boy to the marketplace and told him to look around. Maximus did just that he saw laughing children, citizens carrying their duties and men and women from all corners of the world setting up shop and selling their goods. Wonder and joy filled Maximus' heart as well as curiosity for he wondered what the foreigners from the Lands Afar bought.
Maximus' father explained that he will be fighting for the honor and glory of Colchis. That he'll eventually be called upon to protect and serve. "You may not be able have children in order to carry our family legacy," his father told Maximus. "But you will be the best soldier Colchis will ever see." Maximus shook his head finding himself back at the Midas marketplace observing the people. The young soldier had been cursed by Poseidon since birth his loins will never be able to impregnate a woman because of the deeds his descendants did before leaving their homeland. Maximus asked what they did once, only to be coldly spurned by his mother and father.
Maximus began walking through the marketplace. He was at a soldiers attention stance: Posture straightened, with his hands clasped behind his back. The feet went on a vertical path with the right foot going first. Despite being accepted by Colchis as a citizen and being extremely loyal, Maximus always felt a little alienated. He came from a mysterious land and looked different. Many citizens mistaken Maximus for a foreigner since he remembered only to be recognized for one of two things: He was the son of the great general: Adonis and that he was cursed by Poseidon and was believed to destroy womens wombs.
Maximus was grateful that not many people heard the second one, his father put a quick stop to that. Still it left Maximus with little friends and even among The Fifth Phalanx a couple of his fellow soldiers whisper: "The cursed child" behind his back. Maximus still maintained his focus and discipline but a tiny doubt remained. Night began to hit and Maximus spent all day just wondering aimlessly. He was on leave and didn't have much to look at as he spent the entire morning just gazing at the many items the marketplace had to offer. It was then his concentration was broken when Maximus gave a cry for help.
Like a snake finding its prey Maximus head turned immediately at the sound of the elder and he sprinted towards the direction of it. After a split second, Maximus arrived at the scene of the crime. A young woman whom Maximus guessed was his daughter was being harassed by three drunken men. "I got this," Maximus to the old shop keeper as his fists were clenched. "What are doing?!" The young soldier shouted.
Two of the men stood in front of Maximus trying to look intimidating. "Nothing that concerns you!" One of them spat. "Now piss off before you get hurt!" Maximus' eyes narrowed. "I won't let you hurt this girl," he spat. It was then that the third man holding the girl pushed her to the ground and smiled. "We warned you!" he growled and rushed towards Maximus, his fist cocked back. Maximus effortlessly dodged the attack and grabbed the mans arm and the scruff of his neck. Maximus then used the drunk man's momentum to slam him into a market booth. The drunken landed head first was knocked out cold. Looking at each other in fury, the remaining two men rushed at Maximus at the same time. Maximus sidestep and kicked the one of the men in the back of the knee causing to kneel and jerk his head back allowing Maximus to elbow him in the face bloodying his nose.
The young soldier then tossed, the knocked out victim to the third man putting on the ground. "I surrender!" the final man said almost urinating himself. "Take your friends and leave," Maximus said calmly. "If I catch you harassing this girl again, I'll come after you."
The man retreated dragging the bodies along with him. Maximus sighed, gave thanks to Ares and walked over to the girl and offered a hand. "Are you hurt my lady?" he smiled. "My name is Maximus: Soldier of Colchis."
Due to spending most of his life training as a soldier, Maximus didn't have many opportunities to explore the city of Midas particularly the marketplace. His father took him twice once when he was six years old where Maximus' father was visiting a Blacksmith who was working on his families' ancestral sword. The other time was when Maximus was fourteen years old. After a long day of training in which Maximus was taught how the Phalanx worked, Maximus' father bought they young boy to the marketplace and told him to look around. Maximus did just that he saw laughing children, citizens carrying their duties and men and women from all corners of the world setting up shop and selling their goods. Wonder and joy filled Maximus' heart as well as curiosity for he wondered what the foreigners from the Lands Afar bought.
Maximus' father explained that he will be fighting for the honor and glory of Colchis. That he'll eventually be called upon to protect and serve. "You may not be able have children in order to carry our family legacy," his father told Maximus. "But you will be the best soldier Colchis will ever see." Maximus shook his head finding himself back at the Midas marketplace observing the people. The young soldier had been cursed by Poseidon since birth his loins will never be able to impregnate a woman because of the deeds his descendants did before leaving their homeland. Maximus asked what they did once, only to be coldly spurned by his mother and father.
Maximus began walking through the marketplace. He was at a soldiers attention stance: Posture straightened, with his hands clasped behind his back. The feet went on a vertical path with the right foot going first. Despite being accepted by Colchis as a citizen and being extremely loyal, Maximus always felt a little alienated. He came from a mysterious land and looked different. Many citizens mistaken Maximus for a foreigner since he remembered only to be recognized for one of two things: He was the son of the great general: Adonis and that he was cursed by Poseidon and was believed to destroy womens wombs.
Maximus was grateful that not many people heard the second one, his father put a quick stop to that. Still it left Maximus with little friends and even among The Fifth Phalanx a couple of his fellow soldiers whisper: "The cursed child" behind his back. Maximus still maintained his focus and discipline but a tiny doubt remained. Night began to hit and Maximus spent all day just wondering aimlessly. He was on leave and didn't have much to look at as he spent the entire morning just gazing at the many items the marketplace had to offer. It was then his concentration was broken when Maximus gave a cry for help.
Like a snake finding its prey Maximus head turned immediately at the sound of the elder and he sprinted towards the direction of it. After a split second, Maximus arrived at the scene of the crime. A young woman whom Maximus guessed was his daughter was being harassed by three drunken men. "I got this," Maximus to the old shop keeper as his fists were clenched. "What are doing?!" The young soldier shouted.
Two of the men stood in front of Maximus trying to look intimidating. "Nothing that concerns you!" One of them spat. "Now piss off before you get hurt!" Maximus' eyes narrowed. "I won't let you hurt this girl," he spat. It was then that the third man holding the girl pushed her to the ground and smiled. "We warned you!" he growled and rushed towards Maximus, his fist cocked back. Maximus effortlessly dodged the attack and grabbed the mans arm and the scruff of his neck. Maximus then used the drunk man's momentum to slam him into a market booth. The drunken landed head first was knocked out cold. Looking at each other in fury, the remaining two men rushed at Maximus at the same time. Maximus sidestep and kicked the one of the men in the back of the knee causing to kneel and jerk his head back allowing Maximus to elbow him in the face bloodying his nose.
The young soldier then tossed, the knocked out victim to the third man putting on the ground. "I surrender!" the final man said almost urinating himself. "Take your friends and leave," Maximus said calmly. "If I catch you harassing this girl again, I'll come after you."
The man retreated dragging the bodies along with him. Maximus sighed, gave thanks to Ares and walked over to the girl and offered a hand. "Are you hurt my lady?" he smiled. "My name is Maximus: Soldier of Colchis."
The elderly shop keeper was about to step in and Roxana thought there was going to be a tragedy in front of her in a moment. These men were certainly going to cause the man a lot more damage than he could do to them. She tried to jerk away from the man who had her by the arm but he was burly enough to keep her in his grasp. Everyone froze when a young man strayed close, looking at the scene with interest, but not fear. It paused the men's assault but didn't stop one of them from pushing her to the ground. She growled as the four of them exchanged harsh talk, one trying to intimidate the other.
The newcomer was attacked but promptly pushed off his assailant who did not get up again. Roxana recognized a soldier when she saw one and thankfully, this one was fit for battle. She pushed herself to her feet to join them, after all, she was hardly useless. The two charged for the soldier and Roxana was blundered into along the way. Back on the ground, she felt the shop keeper's hand on her shoulder, probably urging her to stay out of it after her stunt of trying to help. She gave him a mutinous look and before struggling to her feet for the second time in as many minutes.
"Take your friends and leave."
Roxana looked up at the conclusion of the battle and lifted a brow as the threat came out loud and clear.
"If I catch you harassing this girl again, I'll come after you."
The retreat was slow and loud but the three men departed with Roxana shooting them a fiery look.
"Are you hurt my lady?"
His words brought her out of her anger, "Oh, no, no...nothing more than my pride is sore." She told him with a smile.
"My name is Maximus: Soldier of Colchis."
"Yes, I see that." The problem of introducing herself came up, as usual. She usually could stick with her first name, but for some reason, she wanted him to think she was some highborn lady, "Roxana of Valaoritis." She lied. If she was a bastard, people treated her differently, better to be the sister of the head of their house, a highborn lady, someone to be respected.
As if to prove her point, the guard that had little interest in protecting the bastard child of his house finally arrived, "Lady Roxana, is this man bothering you?"
Roxana cleared her throat, "No, the men bothering me, well, you just missed them." She shot back venomously, crossing her arms, "This--Maximus just intervened on my behalf." She motioned to the soldier.
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The elderly shop keeper was about to step in and Roxana thought there was going to be a tragedy in front of her in a moment. These men were certainly going to cause the man a lot more damage than he could do to them. She tried to jerk away from the man who had her by the arm but he was burly enough to keep her in his grasp. Everyone froze when a young man strayed close, looking at the scene with interest, but not fear. It paused the men's assault but didn't stop one of them from pushing her to the ground. She growled as the four of them exchanged harsh talk, one trying to intimidate the other.
The newcomer was attacked but promptly pushed off his assailant who did not get up again. Roxana recognized a soldier when she saw one and thankfully, this one was fit for battle. She pushed herself to her feet to join them, after all, she was hardly useless. The two charged for the soldier and Roxana was blundered into along the way. Back on the ground, she felt the shop keeper's hand on her shoulder, probably urging her to stay out of it after her stunt of trying to help. She gave him a mutinous look and before struggling to her feet for the second time in as many minutes.
"Take your friends and leave."
Roxana looked up at the conclusion of the battle and lifted a brow as the threat came out loud and clear.
"If I catch you harassing this girl again, I'll come after you."
The retreat was slow and loud but the three men departed with Roxana shooting them a fiery look.
"Are you hurt my lady?"
His words brought her out of her anger, "Oh, no, no...nothing more than my pride is sore." She told him with a smile.
"My name is Maximus: Soldier of Colchis."
"Yes, I see that." The problem of introducing herself came up, as usual. She usually could stick with her first name, but for some reason, she wanted him to think she was some highborn lady, "Roxana of Valaoritis." She lied. If she was a bastard, people treated her differently, better to be the sister of the head of their house, a highborn lady, someone to be respected.
As if to prove her point, the guard that had little interest in protecting the bastard child of his house finally arrived, "Lady Roxana, is this man bothering you?"
Roxana cleared her throat, "No, the men bothering me, well, you just missed them." She shot back venomously, crossing her arms, "This--Maximus just intervened on my behalf." She motioned to the soldier.
The elderly shop keeper was about to step in and Roxana thought there was going to be a tragedy in front of her in a moment. These men were certainly going to cause the man a lot more damage than he could do to them. She tried to jerk away from the man who had her by the arm but he was burly enough to keep her in his grasp. Everyone froze when a young man strayed close, looking at the scene with interest, but not fear. It paused the men's assault but didn't stop one of them from pushing her to the ground. She growled as the four of them exchanged harsh talk, one trying to intimidate the other.
The newcomer was attacked but promptly pushed off his assailant who did not get up again. Roxana recognized a soldier when she saw one and thankfully, this one was fit for battle. She pushed herself to her feet to join them, after all, she was hardly useless. The two charged for the soldier and Roxana was blundered into along the way. Back on the ground, she felt the shop keeper's hand on her shoulder, probably urging her to stay out of it after her stunt of trying to help. She gave him a mutinous look and before struggling to her feet for the second time in as many minutes.
"Take your friends and leave."
Roxana looked up at the conclusion of the battle and lifted a brow as the threat came out loud and clear.
"If I catch you harassing this girl again, I'll come after you."
The retreat was slow and loud but the three men departed with Roxana shooting them a fiery look.
"Are you hurt my lady?"
His words brought her out of her anger, "Oh, no, no...nothing more than my pride is sore." She told him with a smile.
"My name is Maximus: Soldier of Colchis."
"Yes, I see that." The problem of introducing herself came up, as usual. She usually could stick with her first name, but for some reason, she wanted him to think she was some highborn lady, "Roxana of Valaoritis." She lied. If she was a bastard, people treated her differently, better to be the sister of the head of their house, a highborn lady, someone to be respected.
As if to prove her point, the guard that had little interest in protecting the bastard child of his house finally arrived, "Lady Roxana, is this man bothering you?"
Roxana cleared her throat, "No, the men bothering me, well, you just missed them." She shot back venomously, crossing her arms, "This--Maximus just intervened on my behalf." She motioned to the soldier.
Maximus smiled when the young girl said that her pride was wounded. From the look of her she was a fighter and Maximus respected that. It always nice to find a person who has a passion for martial arts. But he was getting ahead of himself Maximus had hardly known the girl. The young girl introduced herself as Roxana of Valaoritis. From the way she’s now carrying herself, Maximus observed that Roxana had the mannerisms of one that was nobility.
“Pleased to meet you my lady,” Maximus bowed. “You would think those men would not mess with one of your status,” he replied. “Unfortunately the drink has obviously affected their judgement.”
A huge man came to Roxanas side which Maximus assumed was her bodyguard. Roxana immediately began chastising him for wandering off. Maximus raised an eyebrow Why wasn’t he by her side when she was attacked? Strange. “Maximus of Laconia,” he interjected finishing off Roxanas sentence before turning to the bodyguard. “Pleasure to meet you,” he said. “I am curious as to why you weren’t at lady Roxanas side when she was attacked,” he said calmly. “You’re duty is to protect the highborn. Failing to do so could have meant drastic consequences. What were you doing?”
Maximus wanted to know the guards explanation. If it weren’t for his interference then who knows what would’ve happened to Roxana.
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Maximus smiled when the young girl said that her pride was wounded. From the look of her she was a fighter and Maximus respected that. It always nice to find a person who has a passion for martial arts. But he was getting ahead of himself Maximus had hardly known the girl. The young girl introduced herself as Roxana of Valaoritis. From the way she’s now carrying herself, Maximus observed that Roxana had the mannerisms of one that was nobility.
“Pleased to meet you my lady,” Maximus bowed. “You would think those men would not mess with one of your status,” he replied. “Unfortunately the drink has obviously affected their judgement.”
A huge man came to Roxanas side which Maximus assumed was her bodyguard. Roxana immediately began chastising him for wandering off. Maximus raised an eyebrow Why wasn’t he by her side when she was attacked? Strange. “Maximus of Laconia,” he interjected finishing off Roxanas sentence before turning to the bodyguard. “Pleasure to meet you,” he said. “I am curious as to why you weren’t at lady Roxanas side when she was attacked,” he said calmly. “You’re duty is to protect the highborn. Failing to do so could have meant drastic consequences. What were you doing?”
Maximus wanted to know the guards explanation. If it weren’t for his interference then who knows what would’ve happened to Roxana.
Maximus smiled when the young girl said that her pride was wounded. From the look of her she was a fighter and Maximus respected that. It always nice to find a person who has a passion for martial arts. But he was getting ahead of himself Maximus had hardly known the girl. The young girl introduced herself as Roxana of Valaoritis. From the way she’s now carrying herself, Maximus observed that Roxana had the mannerisms of one that was nobility.
“Pleased to meet you my lady,” Maximus bowed. “You would think those men would not mess with one of your status,” he replied. “Unfortunately the drink has obviously affected their judgement.”
A huge man came to Roxanas side which Maximus assumed was her bodyguard. Roxana immediately began chastising him for wandering off. Maximus raised an eyebrow Why wasn’t he by her side when she was attacked? Strange. “Maximus of Laconia,” he interjected finishing off Roxanas sentence before turning to the bodyguard. “Pleasure to meet you,” he said. “I am curious as to why you weren’t at lady Roxanas side when she was attacked,” he said calmly. “You’re duty is to protect the highborn. Failing to do so could have meant drastic consequences. What were you doing?”
Maximus wanted to know the guards explanation. If it weren’t for his interference then who knows what would’ve happened to Roxana.
“You would think those men would not mess with one of your status."
Roxana gave him a slightly sheepish grin. He had assumed her a noble and she now wished she hadn't lied, there was no way to keep up this appearance for long. As if she wasn't going to be outted soon enough, her bodyguard almost laughed when Maximus finished his scolding for leaving the noble lady alone to face the elements on her own. Otherwise, she might have gotten away and he wouldn't know who she was. He might just continue thinking forever that she was a Lady.
"Dorian, servant to the Valaoritis household." He said by way of introduction before smirking at the young man, "Not that my duty is any of your business, but The Lady Roxana is no highborn lady. She is a ward to the Valaoritis household, a charity case." He scoffed, "If she doesn't want to be left alone, she should stick with me." He gave her a scolding look for wandering off, even though he had been charged with following her.
Roxana turned several shades of red as the conversation progressed. She suddenly felt demoralized about her status once again and the typial feelings that cmae with it followed. Regret, bitterness, and worthlessness. She knew the lie was up and gave Maximus a helpless look, "Thanks for your help. Let's go home, Dorian." Roxana turned away from the young man, ready to go home and stew.
"Of course, My Lady." He chuckled.
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“You would think those men would not mess with one of your status."
Roxana gave him a slightly sheepish grin. He had assumed her a noble and she now wished she hadn't lied, there was no way to keep up this appearance for long. As if she wasn't going to be outted soon enough, her bodyguard almost laughed when Maximus finished his scolding for leaving the noble lady alone to face the elements on her own. Otherwise, she might have gotten away and he wouldn't know who she was. He might just continue thinking forever that she was a Lady.
"Dorian, servant to the Valaoritis household." He said by way of introduction before smirking at the young man, "Not that my duty is any of your business, but The Lady Roxana is no highborn lady. She is a ward to the Valaoritis household, a charity case." He scoffed, "If she doesn't want to be left alone, she should stick with me." He gave her a scolding look for wandering off, even though he had been charged with following her.
Roxana turned several shades of red as the conversation progressed. She suddenly felt demoralized about her status once again and the typial feelings that cmae with it followed. Regret, bitterness, and worthlessness. She knew the lie was up and gave Maximus a helpless look, "Thanks for your help. Let's go home, Dorian." Roxana turned away from the young man, ready to go home and stew.
"Of course, My Lady." He chuckled.
“You would think those men would not mess with one of your status."
Roxana gave him a slightly sheepish grin. He had assumed her a noble and she now wished she hadn't lied, there was no way to keep up this appearance for long. As if she wasn't going to be outted soon enough, her bodyguard almost laughed when Maximus finished his scolding for leaving the noble lady alone to face the elements on her own. Otherwise, she might have gotten away and he wouldn't know who she was. He might just continue thinking forever that she was a Lady.
"Dorian, servant to the Valaoritis household." He said by way of introduction before smirking at the young man, "Not that my duty is any of your business, but The Lady Roxana is no highborn lady. She is a ward to the Valaoritis household, a charity case." He scoffed, "If she doesn't want to be left alone, she should stick with me." He gave her a scolding look for wandering off, even though he had been charged with following her.
Roxana turned several shades of red as the conversation progressed. She suddenly felt demoralized about her status once again and the typial feelings that cmae with it followed. Regret, bitterness, and worthlessness. She knew the lie was up and gave Maximus a helpless look, "Thanks for your help. Let's go home, Dorian." Roxana turned away from the young man, ready to go home and stew.
"Of course, My Lady." He chuckled.
“Pleasure to meet you Dorian of Valrious Household,” Maximus said bowing out of respect. He was still curious as to why he would abandon a noble lady. Maximus would get his answer but not in the way he expected. Roxana had lied about her status, she was not a lady but rather a ward. Maximus frowned in response it was dishonorable for someone to lie about their status.
Though despite Roxana being a ward, she was hardly a charity case. At least from the few minutes he’s known her. “I think calling one a charity case is a bit much good sir.” Maximus said calmly. “Roxana May have lied about who she was but that doesn’t mean you should leave her side. It is ones duty to protect everyone from the highborn to the commonborn”
The next words Maximus didn’t want to say but he said it anyway. It was a dishonor for Roxana to lie but it was also a dishonor for her to be insulted. “I highly suggest you apologize to lady Roxana,” Maximus said.
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“Pleasure to meet you Dorian of Valrious Household,” Maximus said bowing out of respect. He was still curious as to why he would abandon a noble lady. Maximus would get his answer but not in the way he expected. Roxana had lied about her status, she was not a lady but rather a ward. Maximus frowned in response it was dishonorable for someone to lie about their status.
Though despite Roxana being a ward, she was hardly a charity case. At least from the few minutes he’s known her. “I think calling one a charity case is a bit much good sir.” Maximus said calmly. “Roxana May have lied about who she was but that doesn’t mean you should leave her side. It is ones duty to protect everyone from the highborn to the commonborn”
The next words Maximus didn’t want to say but he said it anyway. It was a dishonor for Roxana to lie but it was also a dishonor for her to be insulted. “I highly suggest you apologize to lady Roxana,” Maximus said.
“Pleasure to meet you Dorian of Valrious Household,” Maximus said bowing out of respect. He was still curious as to why he would abandon a noble lady. Maximus would get his answer but not in the way he expected. Roxana had lied about her status, she was not a lady but rather a ward. Maximus frowned in response it was dishonorable for someone to lie about their status.
Though despite Roxana being a ward, she was hardly a charity case. At least from the few minutes he’s known her. “I think calling one a charity case is a bit much good sir.” Maximus said calmly. “Roxana May have lied about who she was but that doesn’t mean you should leave her side. It is ones duty to protect everyone from the highborn to the commonborn”
The next words Maximus didn’t want to say but he said it anyway. It was a dishonor for Roxana to lie but it was also a dishonor for her to be insulted. “I highly suggest you apologize to lady Roxana,” Maximus said.
Dorian scoffed at the boy, "Do not tell me my business, boy." He said, now getting a bit heated, "My duty is not your concern. Now, shove off."
“I highly suggest you apologize to lady Roxana.”
The words stunned Dorian and he cracked a smile, "I've nothing to apologize for, the Lady Roxana strayed from her instructions to stay by me. Now, Piss. Off."
For her part, Roxana was seeing this spiraling out of control and the last thing she wanted was Dorian to tell this whole story to Tim. But, the bigger it got, the more likely that was.
"Look, no harm done..." Roxana began, "Well, except to those guys you mashed like potatoes," She added to Maximus, "But, before we have more mashed potatoes, I think it best we both be on our way." Her embarrassment was making her turn several shades of red. She wished she had stayed home and simply read a book today. She felt like burying her face in a goblet of wine and a plate of cheese and never leaving home again.
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Dorian scoffed at the boy, "Do not tell me my business, boy." He said, now getting a bit heated, "My duty is not your concern. Now, shove off."
“I highly suggest you apologize to lady Roxana.”
The words stunned Dorian and he cracked a smile, "I've nothing to apologize for, the Lady Roxana strayed from her instructions to stay by me. Now, Piss. Off."
For her part, Roxana was seeing this spiraling out of control and the last thing she wanted was Dorian to tell this whole story to Tim. But, the bigger it got, the more likely that was.
"Look, no harm done..." Roxana began, "Well, except to those guys you mashed like potatoes," She added to Maximus, "But, before we have more mashed potatoes, I think it best we both be on our way." Her embarrassment was making her turn several shades of red. She wished she had stayed home and simply read a book today. She felt like burying her face in a goblet of wine and a plate of cheese and never leaving home again.
Dorian scoffed at the boy, "Do not tell me my business, boy." He said, now getting a bit heated, "My duty is not your concern. Now, shove off."
“I highly suggest you apologize to lady Roxana.”
The words stunned Dorian and he cracked a smile, "I've nothing to apologize for, the Lady Roxana strayed from her instructions to stay by me. Now, Piss. Off."
For her part, Roxana was seeing this spiraling out of control and the last thing she wanted was Dorian to tell this whole story to Tim. But, the bigger it got, the more likely that was.
"Look, no harm done..." Roxana began, "Well, except to those guys you mashed like potatoes," She added to Maximus, "But, before we have more mashed potatoes, I think it best we both be on our way." Her embarrassment was making her turn several shades of red. She wished she had stayed home and simply read a book today. She felt like burying her face in a goblet of wine and a plate of cheese and never leaving home again.
"I've nothing to apologize for, the Lady Roxana strayed from her instructions to stay by me. Now, Piss. Off."
Maximus resisted the temptation to rip the mans head from his shoulders. How rude of him to leave a person he was supposed to protect in danger. "Even if lady Roxana strayed away from you," he said through clenched teeth. "You are still responsible for her safety." What is it about Roxana that Dorian hated so much? If it were any other person who left a guardian's gaze then the guardian would be punished for it. It is his responsibility after all.
Roxana was clearly embarrassed of the situation which transpired. Her pale face was taken over by a light red tint. "Look, no harm done..." Roxana began, "Well, except to those guys you mashed like potatoes," She added to Maximus, "But, before we have more mashed potatoes, I think it best we both be on our way."
Maximus bowed. "I wish you well lady Roxana I hope to meet you again someday you are a very interesting person," he said giving the young woman a charming smile. The solider then shot a dirty look towards Dorian. "You have failed in your duty," he said. "Your House will hear about this." Maximus said as he began to follow them.[/div] "You are to take me to your House so I can file a formal complaint to the Noble," Maximus demanded though his tone remaining calm. "It is my right to ask of this, you are not to leave lady Roxana out of your sight."
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"I've nothing to apologize for, the Lady Roxana strayed from her instructions to stay by me. Now, Piss. Off."
Maximus resisted the temptation to rip the mans head from his shoulders. How rude of him to leave a person he was supposed to protect in danger. "Even if lady Roxana strayed away from you," he said through clenched teeth. "You are still responsible for her safety." What is it about Roxana that Dorian hated so much? If it were any other person who left a guardian's gaze then the guardian would be punished for it. It is his responsibility after all.
Roxana was clearly embarrassed of the situation which transpired. Her pale face was taken over by a light red tint. "Look, no harm done..." Roxana began, "Well, except to those guys you mashed like potatoes," She added to Maximus, "But, before we have more mashed potatoes, I think it best we both be on our way."
Maximus bowed. "I wish you well lady Roxana I hope to meet you again someday you are a very interesting person," he said giving the young woman a charming smile. The solider then shot a dirty look towards Dorian. "You have failed in your duty," he said. "Your House will hear about this." Maximus said as he began to follow them.[/div] "You are to take me to your House so I can file a formal complaint to the Noble," Maximus demanded though his tone remaining calm. "It is my right to ask of this, you are not to leave lady Roxana out of your sight."
"I've nothing to apologize for, the Lady Roxana strayed from her instructions to stay by me. Now, Piss. Off."
Maximus resisted the temptation to rip the mans head from his shoulders. How rude of him to leave a person he was supposed to protect in danger. "Even if lady Roxana strayed away from you," he said through clenched teeth. "You are still responsible for her safety." What is it about Roxana that Dorian hated so much? If it were any other person who left a guardian's gaze then the guardian would be punished for it. It is his responsibility after all.
Roxana was clearly embarrassed of the situation which transpired. Her pale face was taken over by a light red tint. "Look, no harm done..." Roxana began, "Well, except to those guys you mashed like potatoes," She added to Maximus, "But, before we have more mashed potatoes, I think it best we both be on our way."
Maximus bowed. "I wish you well lady Roxana I hope to meet you again someday you are a very interesting person," he said giving the young woman a charming smile. The solider then shot a dirty look towards Dorian. "You have failed in your duty," he said. "Your House will hear about this." Maximus said as he began to follow them.[/div] "You are to take me to your House so I can file a formal complaint to the Noble," Maximus demanded though his tone remaining calm. "It is my right to ask of this, you are not to leave lady Roxana out of your sight."
Roxana's face grew redder as the young man argued with Dorian, who was visibly getting angrier and would report this to Tim for sure, no doubt with embellishments to make her look bad. There went softening him up for the conversation about her birth rights.
In any case, she definitely did not deserve this defense. Especially not after she had lied to Maximus. But then, he bowed.
"I wish you well lady Roxana I hope to meet you again someday you are a very interesting person."
A liar, she echoed in her head, but still found herself flattered, "Thank you, you're too kind." He truly was too kind. She thought the humiliation was now over, that she would get an earful from Dorian and then simply move on. Still, the day wasn't completely lost, she thought as she felt the palmed necklace in her hand.
But then, Maximus insisted on going to her home and reporting Dorian. The body guard gave her a dirty look then turned it on the solider, "You are no noble and have no right." He complained.
Roxana took the lead now, "The least we can do for you chasing off those ruffians is to feed you." She said, trying to get them out of the town square at least, "Come." She invited and they began to travel to her home, about a fifteen minute walk away.
"Have you seen much action?" Roxana asked as they walked?
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Roxana's face grew redder as the young man argued with Dorian, who was visibly getting angrier and would report this to Tim for sure, no doubt with embellishments to make her look bad. There went softening him up for the conversation about her birth rights.
In any case, she definitely did not deserve this defense. Especially not after she had lied to Maximus. But then, he bowed.
"I wish you well lady Roxana I hope to meet you again someday you are a very interesting person."
A liar, she echoed in her head, but still found herself flattered, "Thank you, you're too kind." He truly was too kind. She thought the humiliation was now over, that she would get an earful from Dorian and then simply move on. Still, the day wasn't completely lost, she thought as she felt the palmed necklace in her hand.
But then, Maximus insisted on going to her home and reporting Dorian. The body guard gave her a dirty look then turned it on the solider, "You are no noble and have no right." He complained.
Roxana took the lead now, "The least we can do for you chasing off those ruffians is to feed you." She said, trying to get them out of the town square at least, "Come." She invited and they began to travel to her home, about a fifteen minute walk away.
"Have you seen much action?" Roxana asked as they walked?
Roxana's face grew redder as the young man argued with Dorian, who was visibly getting angrier and would report this to Tim for sure, no doubt with embellishments to make her look bad. There went softening him up for the conversation about her birth rights.
In any case, she definitely did not deserve this defense. Especially not after she had lied to Maximus. But then, he bowed.
"I wish you well lady Roxana I hope to meet you again someday you are a very interesting person."
A liar, she echoed in her head, but still found herself flattered, "Thank you, you're too kind." He truly was too kind. She thought the humiliation was now over, that she would get an earful from Dorian and then simply move on. Still, the day wasn't completely lost, she thought as she felt the palmed necklace in her hand.
But then, Maximus insisted on going to her home and reporting Dorian. The body guard gave her a dirty look then turned it on the solider, "You are no noble and have no right." He complained.
Roxana took the lead now, "The least we can do for you chasing off those ruffians is to feed you." She said, trying to get them out of the town square at least, "Come." She invited and they began to travel to her home, about a fifteen minute walk away.
"Have you seen much action?" Roxana asked as they walked?
It seems that Roxanna was not used to receiving praise. Maximus maintained discipline however though part of him empathized with the girl. "Think nothing of it my lady," he grinned putting his hands behind his back as he walked behind Roxanna and Dorian. Maximus glared at Dorian when he complained that he had no right to complain. "I believe I am within my rights no?" Maximus said. "Your neglect has put lady Roxanna in danger to the point where I had to do your job. Can imagine what those thugs would do to her If I didn't interfere?"
Maximus then gave Roxanna a smile. "Well considering how tough lady Roxanna she'll probably do your job just as well but still."
"Have you seen much action?" Roxana asked as they walked. Maximus' smile faded as the screams of his comrades filled his head. The stench of blood and death filled his nostrils as Maximus somehow found himself back at the forest laying on the ground surrounded by his dead brothers and seeing the rest being butchered by the barbarians.....
Maximus snapped out of his trance and he saw the freckled face young woman staring at him with curiosity. "O-Once," Maximus stammered surprised at wavering tone of his voice.
A few hours later, the three of them arrived at what appeared to be Roxanna's home. "So where's head of the house?" Maximus said crisply.
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It seems that Roxanna was not used to receiving praise. Maximus maintained discipline however though part of him empathized with the girl. "Think nothing of it my lady," he grinned putting his hands behind his back as he walked behind Roxanna and Dorian. Maximus glared at Dorian when he complained that he had no right to complain. "I believe I am within my rights no?" Maximus said. "Your neglect has put lady Roxanna in danger to the point where I had to do your job. Can imagine what those thugs would do to her If I didn't interfere?"
Maximus then gave Roxanna a smile. "Well considering how tough lady Roxanna she'll probably do your job just as well but still."
"Have you seen much action?" Roxana asked as they walked. Maximus' smile faded as the screams of his comrades filled his head. The stench of blood and death filled his nostrils as Maximus somehow found himself back at the forest laying on the ground surrounded by his dead brothers and seeing the rest being butchered by the barbarians.....
Maximus snapped out of his trance and he saw the freckled face young woman staring at him with curiosity. "O-Once," Maximus stammered surprised at wavering tone of his voice.
A few hours later, the three of them arrived at what appeared to be Roxanna's home. "So where's head of the house?" Maximus said crisply.
It seems that Roxanna was not used to receiving praise. Maximus maintained discipline however though part of him empathized with the girl. "Think nothing of it my lady," he grinned putting his hands behind his back as he walked behind Roxanna and Dorian. Maximus glared at Dorian when he complained that he had no right to complain. "I believe I am within my rights no?" Maximus said. "Your neglect has put lady Roxanna in danger to the point where I had to do your job. Can imagine what those thugs would do to her If I didn't interfere?"
Maximus then gave Roxanna a smile. "Well considering how tough lady Roxanna she'll probably do your job just as well but still."
"Have you seen much action?" Roxana asked as they walked. Maximus' smile faded as the screams of his comrades filled his head. The stench of blood and death filled his nostrils as Maximus somehow found himself back at the forest laying on the ground surrounded by his dead brothers and seeing the rest being butchered by the barbarians.....
Maximus snapped out of his trance and he saw the freckled face young woman staring at him with curiosity. "O-Once," Maximus stammered surprised at wavering tone of his voice.
A few hours later, the three of them arrived at what appeared to be Roxanna's home. "So where's head of the house?" Maximus said crisply.
As Maximus grew quiet after her question, it was clear that Roxanna had struck a nerve. It was not a subject she would broach again, she decided. It was unlikely she would have the choice either way because here they were at her home, ready to tell Tim all about what had happened at the market. Her throat dried up at the thought of it. None of this made her look good.
Dorian was a more or less trusted member of the paid family guard. She didn't really want to stir up trouble like this now, not when she had been so close to asking Tim to toss away his father's wishes and make her a legitimate family member.
"So where's head of the house?"
Here we go, she thought.
Dorian didn't hesitate, "I'll go and get him." He sneered at the two young people, "My lady, my prince." He bowed and said sarcastically before leaving the room.
Soon, they could hear approaching footsteps.
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As Maximus grew quiet after her question, it was clear that Roxanna had struck a nerve. It was not a subject she would broach again, she decided. It was unlikely she would have the choice either way because here they were at her home, ready to tell Tim all about what had happened at the market. Her throat dried up at the thought of it. None of this made her look good.
Dorian was a more or less trusted member of the paid family guard. She didn't really want to stir up trouble like this now, not when she had been so close to asking Tim to toss away his father's wishes and make her a legitimate family member.
"So where's head of the house?"
Here we go, she thought.
Dorian didn't hesitate, "I'll go and get him." He sneered at the two young people, "My lady, my prince." He bowed and said sarcastically before leaving the room.
Soon, they could hear approaching footsteps.
As Maximus grew quiet after her question, it was clear that Roxanna had struck a nerve. It was not a subject she would broach again, she decided. It was unlikely she would have the choice either way because here they were at her home, ready to tell Tim all about what had happened at the market. Her throat dried up at the thought of it. None of this made her look good.
Dorian was a more or less trusted member of the paid family guard. She didn't really want to stir up trouble like this now, not when she had been so close to asking Tim to toss away his father's wishes and make her a legitimate family member.
"So where's head of the house?"
Here we go, she thought.
Dorian didn't hesitate, "I'll go and get him." He sneered at the two young people, "My lady, my prince." He bowed and said sarcastically before leaving the room.
Soon, they could hear approaching footsteps.
Maximus put his hands behind his back with his feet shoulder with apart. The young man was at the soldiers attention something he often did to put himself at ease to talk to either his superiors or the head of a house. Maximus craned his head to Roxanna who looked pale faced and nervous. She looked uncomfortable all day, Maximus was at a loss on how would he even cheer the young girl up. “So my lady,” Maximus said trying to create conversation. “You’ve mentioned that you aren’t officially part of this family?”
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Maximus put his hands behind his back with his feet shoulder with apart. The young man was at the soldiers attention something he often did to put himself at ease to talk to either his superiors or the head of a house. Maximus craned his head to Roxanna who looked pale faced and nervous. She looked uncomfortable all day, Maximus was at a loss on how would he even cheer the young girl up. “So my lady,” Maximus said trying to create conversation. “You’ve mentioned that you aren’t officially part of this family?”
Maximus put his hands behind his back with his feet shoulder with apart. The young man was at the soldiers attention something he often did to put himself at ease to talk to either his superiors or the head of a house. Maximus craned his head to Roxanna who looked pale faced and nervous. She looked uncomfortable all day, Maximus was at a loss on how would he even cheer the young girl up. “So my lady,” Maximus said trying to create conversation. “You’ve mentioned that you aren’t officially part of this family?”
When Roxana had asked Timaeus that morning to go to the capital’s market, the baron believed that he knew just the man to trust with her safety.
He had no idea how greatly he had misjudged Dorian of Eubocris.
Dorian held no esteemed rank to his name and on paper he was no different than any of the other men from the Colchian province who served in the military. Yet, the man was talented with both a sword and a bow, something that Timaeus knew from his years working directly with the unit. That alone almost warranted a change in position in Timaeus’s eyes, but he held back from doing so since he knew none of his soldiers would ever follow the man under any circumstance. He hid it from his superiors and made a habit of showing utmost loyalty whenever in their company, but would never hold back his harsh words and less-than-pleasant attitude with those of his equal rank. This alone kept him from consideration when a new lieutenant was needed and would continue to do so until the man’s temper cooled or at least he would learn to hide it better from the men Dorian hoped to lead. After all, it took far more than just a title and rank to be a leader.
No one knew that better than Timaeus who had been thrust into a position he never expected to have and forced himself to change who he was in order to shoulder the weight of being a leader. In the past two years, he had become steadfast and cold, a force to be reckoned with in the fast of such tumultuous times for his family. He had needed to be a symbol that despite their losses, the Valaoritis family would remain. Dorian needed to grow softer with his men and learn that their respect would need to be earned, not merely given because he demanded it. Timaeus hoped that the lesson would come sooner rather than later.
After all, it would be a shame to waste such talent on account of one man’s horrid demeanor.
That is why Timaeus chose the man to become a part of the outer edge of his inner circle, allowing him to see what he could have if he could imitate the qualities of his most trusted men. He would shadow the baron on his frequent trips between the capital city and Eubocris but never allowed him to take on any of the responsibilities of his other men. The idea he would take note of why he was being passed over for such honors and learn from it, but little did Timaeus know that it would only bring more anger and resentment to the man.
Had Timaeus known this, he never would have trusted the soldier with the safety of his cousin, Roxana, when she expressed interest in visiting the market. To the baron, the simple task would be seen as a sort of honor to the man who craved more formal recognition. After all, Timaeus saw the girl like a sister. His little sister. It didn’t matter to him that the girl had been brought into the world under shameful circumstances. He had been raised alongside her and now as the head of the house, it was his job to protect her and ensure her future just as he would if she had been a trueborn sibling of his.
But she wasn’t and she never would be,
Timaeus didn’t know that Dorian only saw the girl as a pity case. A bastard that was spared from being turned away due to their shared blood. To him, her presence appeared to be a blot on the Valaoritis family tree and the job he was given was little more than that. Not a recognition of where Timaeus wanted the man to be and the talent he possessed. If he had known that the man would just stand idly by as several men harassed her … there would have been no chance of him being allowed near the barracks, let alone solely entrusted with the protection of his sister.
Dorian had seemed to sense this when he returned from the market trip and informed the baron of the visitor now demanding his presence in the foyer. He downplayed the situation to the baron, making it seem as if Maximus was little more than an admirer of Roxana ’s who wanted recognition for chasing a rude boy away when Dorian already had the situation handled.
“I don’t see why you’re bothering me with this information then,” he said plainly, barely looking up from the papers that he and his true inner circle were pouring over, making decisions that the foot soldier only wished he could be privy to, “Turn him away. Ensure he bothers my cousin no more and send her to my mother to make a note of what she had spent.”
“That’s the issue, my lord…” Dorian responded, a bit more quietly as he was forced to admit that his version of what happened was not the entire story. “She is the one asking for your presence.”
This brought Timaeus to a pause as Dorian’s statement sunk in and the Baron noted the… strangeness of it. Roxana wasn’t one to disrupt his work. None of the family were too keen on it as Timaeus was not one to separate who he was with his men with them. Roxana especially would not do this due to her status as a bastard and how keenly aware of how others viewed that before her. She just wouldn’t pull him away to show off a necklace or some other trinket she picked up. Sensing now that this was not merely what Dorian made it out to be, Timaeus glanced up at the man before wordlessly rising from his seat and motioning for the man to lead the way to his cousin and this stranger who sought an audience with the head of the house.
Their footsteps echoed loudly as they made their way from his office space to the household entrance, but they were not loud enough to mask the conversation between the pair left waiting for Timaeus. Although Timaeus did not know the context behind the exchanged words, hearing the man who he would momentarily recognize as a foot soldier like Dorian thanks to his outfit and familiar stance ask his cousin about her status as a bastard brought his blood to a boil. It was a touchy subject in the household, never to be discussed openly. Timaeus had his reasons for taking this stance despite how deeply he cared for the girl, just like his father and brother also had before him. He had taken an oath in regards to the matter and he had every intention of seeing that promise through until he could no longer do so for one reason or another. Roxana didn’t know of this of course, but she knew well enough to not discuss it.
Yet this boy seemed to already have some knowledge of the worst kept secret of the Valaoritis household.
“That,” Timaeus said as he rounded the corner, allowing his stern voice that echoed off of the stone walls announce his presence to the pair, “Is none of your concern soldier.” His expression was cold as he finished which only added to his somewhat intimidating presence in the foyer. In the distance, behind the baron, a few of his officers, including Dorian who pushed his way to the front next to one of the more senior men, an act that may not have been tolerated by the others if the man hadn’t been at the center of the day’s events.
Though, when all was said and done, the man might have wished he held to his station and stayed near the back of the crowd. That way he may have had a chance to hide like the coward he truly was when the truth would come to light.
Tim shot a warning look a Roxana as his words settled over the room, wordlessly conveying that the matter of her legitimacy was not to be discussed now. Especially in such an open setting. However, yet at the same time, his expression softened a bit when he glanced in her direction. Timaeus had never been comfortable with such displays of power in front of his family members. They knew it was all for show and it was little more than an attempt on his part to hide the how ill-prepared he felt to be in such a position. He was never meant to be the one to command a room. Timaeus had thought he would always be one of the men lingering in the background, supporting his father, his brother, and eventually his nephew in due time. The role of baron and head of the house was never supposed to be his. Roxana was one of the few people who knew how great of a lie the image he presented to Maximus was.
Just like how she would know how Dorian’s version of events had been a lie if she heard it.
In recognition of it being her who had summoned him to the foyer --and him already not caring too much for the man who had seemingly crossed far too many boundaries as far as Timaeus was concerned-- Timaeus turned to the girl in order to ask, “Roxana, what is the meaning of this? Why have you brought this man into our manor?” His eyebrow raised slightly as he glanced back at Maximus, wondering what on earth could warrant his arrival in the household. Given his cousin’s age and the lad’s apparent eagerness to learn more about the girl… Timaeus had an inkling, which he would be relieved to learn was false. Until then he was still the fiercely protective older brother and showed this by wordlessly motioning with his head for Maximus to not stand so close to Roxana.
Timaeus could hear the foot soldier behind him begin to speak, but a quickly raised hand signaled for Dorian to wisely shut his mouth as the baron waited for his cousin to speak. “I asked my cousin, Sir Dorian. Not you.” The baron said without turning around, warning the room at large that he would not tolerate any nonsense until he got to the bottom of this.
No more hidden truths and loaded questions.
He knew his cousin and he knew something was off.
Now it was only a matter of finding out what was really going on here.
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When Roxana had asked Timaeus that morning to go to the capital’s market, the baron believed that he knew just the man to trust with her safety.
He had no idea how greatly he had misjudged Dorian of Eubocris.
Dorian held no esteemed rank to his name and on paper he was no different than any of the other men from the Colchian province who served in the military. Yet, the man was talented with both a sword and a bow, something that Timaeus knew from his years working directly with the unit. That alone almost warranted a change in position in Timaeus’s eyes, but he held back from doing so since he knew none of his soldiers would ever follow the man under any circumstance. He hid it from his superiors and made a habit of showing utmost loyalty whenever in their company, but would never hold back his harsh words and less-than-pleasant attitude with those of his equal rank. This alone kept him from consideration when a new lieutenant was needed and would continue to do so until the man’s temper cooled or at least he would learn to hide it better from the men Dorian hoped to lead. After all, it took far more than just a title and rank to be a leader.
No one knew that better than Timaeus who had been thrust into a position he never expected to have and forced himself to change who he was in order to shoulder the weight of being a leader. In the past two years, he had become steadfast and cold, a force to be reckoned with in the fast of such tumultuous times for his family. He had needed to be a symbol that despite their losses, the Valaoritis family would remain. Dorian needed to grow softer with his men and learn that their respect would need to be earned, not merely given because he demanded it. Timaeus hoped that the lesson would come sooner rather than later.
After all, it would be a shame to waste such talent on account of one man’s horrid demeanor.
That is why Timaeus chose the man to become a part of the outer edge of his inner circle, allowing him to see what he could have if he could imitate the qualities of his most trusted men. He would shadow the baron on his frequent trips between the capital city and Eubocris but never allowed him to take on any of the responsibilities of his other men. The idea he would take note of why he was being passed over for such honors and learn from it, but little did Timaeus know that it would only bring more anger and resentment to the man.
Had Timaeus known this, he never would have trusted the soldier with the safety of his cousin, Roxana, when she expressed interest in visiting the market. To the baron, the simple task would be seen as a sort of honor to the man who craved more formal recognition. After all, Timaeus saw the girl like a sister. His little sister. It didn’t matter to him that the girl had been brought into the world under shameful circumstances. He had been raised alongside her and now as the head of the house, it was his job to protect her and ensure her future just as he would if she had been a trueborn sibling of his.
But she wasn’t and she never would be,
Timaeus didn’t know that Dorian only saw the girl as a pity case. A bastard that was spared from being turned away due to their shared blood. To him, her presence appeared to be a blot on the Valaoritis family tree and the job he was given was little more than that. Not a recognition of where Timaeus wanted the man to be and the talent he possessed. If he had known that the man would just stand idly by as several men harassed her … there would have been no chance of him being allowed near the barracks, let alone solely entrusted with the protection of his sister.
Dorian had seemed to sense this when he returned from the market trip and informed the baron of the visitor now demanding his presence in the foyer. He downplayed the situation to the baron, making it seem as if Maximus was little more than an admirer of Roxana ’s who wanted recognition for chasing a rude boy away when Dorian already had the situation handled.
“I don’t see why you’re bothering me with this information then,” he said plainly, barely looking up from the papers that he and his true inner circle were pouring over, making decisions that the foot soldier only wished he could be privy to, “Turn him away. Ensure he bothers my cousin no more and send her to my mother to make a note of what she had spent.”
“That’s the issue, my lord…” Dorian responded, a bit more quietly as he was forced to admit that his version of what happened was not the entire story. “She is the one asking for your presence.”
This brought Timaeus to a pause as Dorian’s statement sunk in and the Baron noted the… strangeness of it. Roxana wasn’t one to disrupt his work. None of the family were too keen on it as Timaeus was not one to separate who he was with his men with them. Roxana especially would not do this due to her status as a bastard and how keenly aware of how others viewed that before her. She just wouldn’t pull him away to show off a necklace or some other trinket she picked up. Sensing now that this was not merely what Dorian made it out to be, Timaeus glanced up at the man before wordlessly rising from his seat and motioning for the man to lead the way to his cousin and this stranger who sought an audience with the head of the house.
Their footsteps echoed loudly as they made their way from his office space to the household entrance, but they were not loud enough to mask the conversation between the pair left waiting for Timaeus. Although Timaeus did not know the context behind the exchanged words, hearing the man who he would momentarily recognize as a foot soldier like Dorian thanks to his outfit and familiar stance ask his cousin about her status as a bastard brought his blood to a boil. It was a touchy subject in the household, never to be discussed openly. Timaeus had his reasons for taking this stance despite how deeply he cared for the girl, just like his father and brother also had before him. He had taken an oath in regards to the matter and he had every intention of seeing that promise through until he could no longer do so for one reason or another. Roxana didn’t know of this of course, but she knew well enough to not discuss it.
Yet this boy seemed to already have some knowledge of the worst kept secret of the Valaoritis household.
“That,” Timaeus said as he rounded the corner, allowing his stern voice that echoed off of the stone walls announce his presence to the pair, “Is none of your concern soldier.” His expression was cold as he finished which only added to his somewhat intimidating presence in the foyer. In the distance, behind the baron, a few of his officers, including Dorian who pushed his way to the front next to one of the more senior men, an act that may not have been tolerated by the others if the man hadn’t been at the center of the day’s events.
Though, when all was said and done, the man might have wished he held to his station and stayed near the back of the crowd. That way he may have had a chance to hide like the coward he truly was when the truth would come to light.
Tim shot a warning look a Roxana as his words settled over the room, wordlessly conveying that the matter of her legitimacy was not to be discussed now. Especially in such an open setting. However, yet at the same time, his expression softened a bit when he glanced in her direction. Timaeus had never been comfortable with such displays of power in front of his family members. They knew it was all for show and it was little more than an attempt on his part to hide the how ill-prepared he felt to be in such a position. He was never meant to be the one to command a room. Timaeus had thought he would always be one of the men lingering in the background, supporting his father, his brother, and eventually his nephew in due time. The role of baron and head of the house was never supposed to be his. Roxana was one of the few people who knew how great of a lie the image he presented to Maximus was.
Just like how she would know how Dorian’s version of events had been a lie if she heard it.
In recognition of it being her who had summoned him to the foyer --and him already not caring too much for the man who had seemingly crossed far too many boundaries as far as Timaeus was concerned-- Timaeus turned to the girl in order to ask, “Roxana, what is the meaning of this? Why have you brought this man into our manor?” His eyebrow raised slightly as he glanced back at Maximus, wondering what on earth could warrant his arrival in the household. Given his cousin’s age and the lad’s apparent eagerness to learn more about the girl… Timaeus had an inkling, which he would be relieved to learn was false. Until then he was still the fiercely protective older brother and showed this by wordlessly motioning with his head for Maximus to not stand so close to Roxana.
Timaeus could hear the foot soldier behind him begin to speak, but a quickly raised hand signaled for Dorian to wisely shut his mouth as the baron waited for his cousin to speak. “I asked my cousin, Sir Dorian. Not you.” The baron said without turning around, warning the room at large that he would not tolerate any nonsense until he got to the bottom of this.
No more hidden truths and loaded questions.
He knew his cousin and he knew something was off.
Now it was only a matter of finding out what was really going on here.
When Roxana had asked Timaeus that morning to go to the capital’s market, the baron believed that he knew just the man to trust with her safety.
He had no idea how greatly he had misjudged Dorian of Eubocris.
Dorian held no esteemed rank to his name and on paper he was no different than any of the other men from the Colchian province who served in the military. Yet, the man was talented with both a sword and a bow, something that Timaeus knew from his years working directly with the unit. That alone almost warranted a change in position in Timaeus’s eyes, but he held back from doing so since he knew none of his soldiers would ever follow the man under any circumstance. He hid it from his superiors and made a habit of showing utmost loyalty whenever in their company, but would never hold back his harsh words and less-than-pleasant attitude with those of his equal rank. This alone kept him from consideration when a new lieutenant was needed and would continue to do so until the man’s temper cooled or at least he would learn to hide it better from the men Dorian hoped to lead. After all, it took far more than just a title and rank to be a leader.
No one knew that better than Timaeus who had been thrust into a position he never expected to have and forced himself to change who he was in order to shoulder the weight of being a leader. In the past two years, he had become steadfast and cold, a force to be reckoned with in the fast of such tumultuous times for his family. He had needed to be a symbol that despite their losses, the Valaoritis family would remain. Dorian needed to grow softer with his men and learn that their respect would need to be earned, not merely given because he demanded it. Timaeus hoped that the lesson would come sooner rather than later.
After all, it would be a shame to waste such talent on account of one man’s horrid demeanor.
That is why Timaeus chose the man to become a part of the outer edge of his inner circle, allowing him to see what he could have if he could imitate the qualities of his most trusted men. He would shadow the baron on his frequent trips between the capital city and Eubocris but never allowed him to take on any of the responsibilities of his other men. The idea he would take note of why he was being passed over for such honors and learn from it, but little did Timaeus know that it would only bring more anger and resentment to the man.
Had Timaeus known this, he never would have trusted the soldier with the safety of his cousin, Roxana, when she expressed interest in visiting the market. To the baron, the simple task would be seen as a sort of honor to the man who craved more formal recognition. After all, Timaeus saw the girl like a sister. His little sister. It didn’t matter to him that the girl had been brought into the world under shameful circumstances. He had been raised alongside her and now as the head of the house, it was his job to protect her and ensure her future just as he would if she had been a trueborn sibling of his.
But she wasn’t and she never would be,
Timaeus didn’t know that Dorian only saw the girl as a pity case. A bastard that was spared from being turned away due to their shared blood. To him, her presence appeared to be a blot on the Valaoritis family tree and the job he was given was little more than that. Not a recognition of where Timaeus wanted the man to be and the talent he possessed. If he had known that the man would just stand idly by as several men harassed her … there would have been no chance of him being allowed near the barracks, let alone solely entrusted with the protection of his sister.
Dorian had seemed to sense this when he returned from the market trip and informed the baron of the visitor now demanding his presence in the foyer. He downplayed the situation to the baron, making it seem as if Maximus was little more than an admirer of Roxana ’s who wanted recognition for chasing a rude boy away when Dorian already had the situation handled.
“I don’t see why you’re bothering me with this information then,” he said plainly, barely looking up from the papers that he and his true inner circle were pouring over, making decisions that the foot soldier only wished he could be privy to, “Turn him away. Ensure he bothers my cousin no more and send her to my mother to make a note of what she had spent.”
“That’s the issue, my lord…” Dorian responded, a bit more quietly as he was forced to admit that his version of what happened was not the entire story. “She is the one asking for your presence.”
This brought Timaeus to a pause as Dorian’s statement sunk in and the Baron noted the… strangeness of it. Roxana wasn’t one to disrupt his work. None of the family were too keen on it as Timaeus was not one to separate who he was with his men with them. Roxana especially would not do this due to her status as a bastard and how keenly aware of how others viewed that before her. She just wouldn’t pull him away to show off a necklace or some other trinket she picked up. Sensing now that this was not merely what Dorian made it out to be, Timaeus glanced up at the man before wordlessly rising from his seat and motioning for the man to lead the way to his cousin and this stranger who sought an audience with the head of the house.
Their footsteps echoed loudly as they made their way from his office space to the household entrance, but they were not loud enough to mask the conversation between the pair left waiting for Timaeus. Although Timaeus did not know the context behind the exchanged words, hearing the man who he would momentarily recognize as a foot soldier like Dorian thanks to his outfit and familiar stance ask his cousin about her status as a bastard brought his blood to a boil. It was a touchy subject in the household, never to be discussed openly. Timaeus had his reasons for taking this stance despite how deeply he cared for the girl, just like his father and brother also had before him. He had taken an oath in regards to the matter and he had every intention of seeing that promise through until he could no longer do so for one reason or another. Roxana didn’t know of this of course, but she knew well enough to not discuss it.
Yet this boy seemed to already have some knowledge of the worst kept secret of the Valaoritis household.
“That,” Timaeus said as he rounded the corner, allowing his stern voice that echoed off of the stone walls announce his presence to the pair, “Is none of your concern soldier.” His expression was cold as he finished which only added to his somewhat intimidating presence in the foyer. In the distance, behind the baron, a few of his officers, including Dorian who pushed his way to the front next to one of the more senior men, an act that may not have been tolerated by the others if the man hadn’t been at the center of the day’s events.
Though, when all was said and done, the man might have wished he held to his station and stayed near the back of the crowd. That way he may have had a chance to hide like the coward he truly was when the truth would come to light.
Tim shot a warning look a Roxana as his words settled over the room, wordlessly conveying that the matter of her legitimacy was not to be discussed now. Especially in such an open setting. However, yet at the same time, his expression softened a bit when he glanced in her direction. Timaeus had never been comfortable with such displays of power in front of his family members. They knew it was all for show and it was little more than an attempt on his part to hide the how ill-prepared he felt to be in such a position. He was never meant to be the one to command a room. Timaeus had thought he would always be one of the men lingering in the background, supporting his father, his brother, and eventually his nephew in due time. The role of baron and head of the house was never supposed to be his. Roxana was one of the few people who knew how great of a lie the image he presented to Maximus was.
Just like how she would know how Dorian’s version of events had been a lie if she heard it.
In recognition of it being her who had summoned him to the foyer --and him already not caring too much for the man who had seemingly crossed far too many boundaries as far as Timaeus was concerned-- Timaeus turned to the girl in order to ask, “Roxana, what is the meaning of this? Why have you brought this man into our manor?” His eyebrow raised slightly as he glanced back at Maximus, wondering what on earth could warrant his arrival in the household. Given his cousin’s age and the lad’s apparent eagerness to learn more about the girl… Timaeus had an inkling, which he would be relieved to learn was false. Until then he was still the fiercely protective older brother and showed this by wordlessly motioning with his head for Maximus to not stand so close to Roxana.
Timaeus could hear the foot soldier behind him begin to speak, but a quickly raised hand signaled for Dorian to wisely shut his mouth as the baron waited for his cousin to speak. “I asked my cousin, Sir Dorian. Not you.” The baron said without turning around, warning the room at large that he would not tolerate any nonsense until he got to the bottom of this.
No more hidden truths and loaded questions.
He knew his cousin and he knew something was off.
Now it was only a matter of finding out what was really going on here.
“You’ve mentioned that you aren’t officially part of this family?”
Roxana nearly cringed. It was a sore spot to say the least and Maximus got right to the point. Normally, she liked outright truth and a refusal to beat around the bush, but right now, with her as the target of the question which brought her shame, she wished he was like other nobles who skirted around embarrassing issues and pretended there was no discomfort to be had at all.
She hadn't mentioned it at all, in fact, Dorian had. She was about to try some other lie that didn't expose her family but was interrupted. It's not that she wanted to lie but the truth couldn't be spread around. Her brother had a household to run and the more problems she caused in that, the worse off she was in ever becoming a recognized member of the household. Her stomach did a flip when Tim's voice echoed throughout the hall. His look toward her made her want to shrink tot he size of a mouse. How had this gotten so out of hand?
“I asked my cousin, Sir Dorian. Not you.”
Roxana knew her cue and also knew that any false witness here was not an option. She would have to be as truth, "There was an incident in the market. I was looking around and three men approached with obvious nefarious intentions."
"Which wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't wandered away from me." Dorian cut in quickly.
Roxana winced, knowing that was at least partly true, but had he not been distracted he would have noticed something was wrong as well, "I wasn't far but Dorian was also talking to another soldier in market and apparently hadn't noticed their approach." She wasn't about to tell the story without any defense of herself, "The shopkeeper called for help when it became apparent the encounter would be a violent one and this soldier intervened on my behalf. Dorian noticed after the confrontation was over and returned to my side."
"Maximus, the soldier who came to my aide, and Dorian began to speak heatedly. Maximus was scolding Dorian for leaving his highborn ward..." Roxana's voice wavered, "...and Dorian revealed my place in the household, a charity case, he said, implying that as a reason not to watch me so carefully." She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, "Maximus then insisted that we come here so he could make the complaint against Dorian to you, the head of house." When she finished, she knew this was taking way too much time and effort from Tim and her ears grew red with guilt. The last thing she wanted was the sun on her face and Tim to see that she was indeed a liability, the stone in his shoe that his father believed she was as well.
"Apologies, cous-" But Dorian cut her off.
"My Lord I said nothing of her place in the household to this stranger nor was I distracted. She gave me the slip and now wants to get away with it."
Roxana cleared her throat, "The shopkeeper could verify the truth, My Lord."
That shut Dorian up fast and he scowled.
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“You’ve mentioned that you aren’t officially part of this family?”
Roxana nearly cringed. It was a sore spot to say the least and Maximus got right to the point. Normally, she liked outright truth and a refusal to beat around the bush, but right now, with her as the target of the question which brought her shame, she wished he was like other nobles who skirted around embarrassing issues and pretended there was no discomfort to be had at all.
She hadn't mentioned it at all, in fact, Dorian had. She was about to try some other lie that didn't expose her family but was interrupted. It's not that she wanted to lie but the truth couldn't be spread around. Her brother had a household to run and the more problems she caused in that, the worse off she was in ever becoming a recognized member of the household. Her stomach did a flip when Tim's voice echoed throughout the hall. His look toward her made her want to shrink tot he size of a mouse. How had this gotten so out of hand?
“I asked my cousin, Sir Dorian. Not you.”
Roxana knew her cue and also knew that any false witness here was not an option. She would have to be as truth, "There was an incident in the market. I was looking around and three men approached with obvious nefarious intentions."
"Which wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't wandered away from me." Dorian cut in quickly.
Roxana winced, knowing that was at least partly true, but had he not been distracted he would have noticed something was wrong as well, "I wasn't far but Dorian was also talking to another soldier in market and apparently hadn't noticed their approach." She wasn't about to tell the story without any defense of herself, "The shopkeeper called for help when it became apparent the encounter would be a violent one and this soldier intervened on my behalf. Dorian noticed after the confrontation was over and returned to my side."
"Maximus, the soldier who came to my aide, and Dorian began to speak heatedly. Maximus was scolding Dorian for leaving his highborn ward..." Roxana's voice wavered, "...and Dorian revealed my place in the household, a charity case, he said, implying that as a reason not to watch me so carefully." She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, "Maximus then insisted that we come here so he could make the complaint against Dorian to you, the head of house." When she finished, she knew this was taking way too much time and effort from Tim and her ears grew red with guilt. The last thing she wanted was the sun on her face and Tim to see that she was indeed a liability, the stone in his shoe that his father believed she was as well.
"Apologies, cous-" But Dorian cut her off.
"My Lord I said nothing of her place in the household to this stranger nor was I distracted. She gave me the slip and now wants to get away with it."
Roxana cleared her throat, "The shopkeeper could verify the truth, My Lord."
That shut Dorian up fast and he scowled.
“You’ve mentioned that you aren’t officially part of this family?”
Roxana nearly cringed. It was a sore spot to say the least and Maximus got right to the point. Normally, she liked outright truth and a refusal to beat around the bush, but right now, with her as the target of the question which brought her shame, she wished he was like other nobles who skirted around embarrassing issues and pretended there was no discomfort to be had at all.
She hadn't mentioned it at all, in fact, Dorian had. She was about to try some other lie that didn't expose her family but was interrupted. It's not that she wanted to lie but the truth couldn't be spread around. Her brother had a household to run and the more problems she caused in that, the worse off she was in ever becoming a recognized member of the household. Her stomach did a flip when Tim's voice echoed throughout the hall. His look toward her made her want to shrink tot he size of a mouse. How had this gotten so out of hand?
“I asked my cousin, Sir Dorian. Not you.”
Roxana knew her cue and also knew that any false witness here was not an option. She would have to be as truth, "There was an incident in the market. I was looking around and three men approached with obvious nefarious intentions."
"Which wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't wandered away from me." Dorian cut in quickly.
Roxana winced, knowing that was at least partly true, but had he not been distracted he would have noticed something was wrong as well, "I wasn't far but Dorian was also talking to another soldier in market and apparently hadn't noticed their approach." She wasn't about to tell the story without any defense of herself, "The shopkeeper called for help when it became apparent the encounter would be a violent one and this soldier intervened on my behalf. Dorian noticed after the confrontation was over and returned to my side."
"Maximus, the soldier who came to my aide, and Dorian began to speak heatedly. Maximus was scolding Dorian for leaving his highborn ward..." Roxana's voice wavered, "...and Dorian revealed my place in the household, a charity case, he said, implying that as a reason not to watch me so carefully." She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, "Maximus then insisted that we come here so he could make the complaint against Dorian to you, the head of house." When she finished, she knew this was taking way too much time and effort from Tim and her ears grew red with guilt. The last thing she wanted was the sun on her face and Tim to see that she was indeed a liability, the stone in his shoe that his father believed she was as well.
"Apologies, cous-" But Dorian cut her off.
"My Lord I said nothing of her place in the household to this stranger nor was I distracted. She gave me the slip and now wants to get away with it."
Roxana cleared her throat, "The shopkeeper could verify the truth, My Lord."
That shut Dorian up fast and he scowled.
Maximus waited patiently for Roxanna to finish explaining the situation. The young soldier stood at attention with his hands behind his back and feet spread apart as Dorian and Roxanna continue to bicker at each other. Part of Maximus wanted to help the young woman as she was obviously affected by her guard's barbed remark about Roxana not being part of the Household. However he kept quiet, Maximus shouldn't interfere.... yet."Lady Roxana speaks the truth, my lord," Maximus said stepping up. "She was being accosted by drunken ruffians and I fought them off."
Roxana was clearly embarrassed by the whole ordeal, maybe Maximus could help cheer her up. "May I say that lady Roxana was a capable fighter, my lord?" Maximus said. "She stood her ground and faced her attackers as a soldier of Colchis would. That's more than I can say for the guard who almost abandoned lady Roxana to her fate." Maximus shot a dirty look at Dorian. "It is a guard's duty to watch over their person, even they run to a place where they shouldn't." Maximus then looked at Roxana. "It is appalling that a guard would do this, I question his competency," Maximus said. "Considering I'm taking a break from tour my lord perhaps I should volunteer to be Lady Roxana's bodyguard? I feel I can do a better job and It could help our Houses connect with one another."
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Maximus waited patiently for Roxanna to finish explaining the situation. The young soldier stood at attention with his hands behind his back and feet spread apart as Dorian and Roxanna continue to bicker at each other. Part of Maximus wanted to help the young woman as she was obviously affected by her guard's barbed remark about Roxana not being part of the Household. However he kept quiet, Maximus shouldn't interfere.... yet."Lady Roxana speaks the truth, my lord," Maximus said stepping up. "She was being accosted by drunken ruffians and I fought them off."
Roxana was clearly embarrassed by the whole ordeal, maybe Maximus could help cheer her up. "May I say that lady Roxana was a capable fighter, my lord?" Maximus said. "She stood her ground and faced her attackers as a soldier of Colchis would. That's more than I can say for the guard who almost abandoned lady Roxana to her fate." Maximus shot a dirty look at Dorian. "It is a guard's duty to watch over their person, even they run to a place where they shouldn't." Maximus then looked at Roxana. "It is appalling that a guard would do this, I question his competency," Maximus said. "Considering I'm taking a break from tour my lord perhaps I should volunteer to be Lady Roxana's bodyguard? I feel I can do a better job and It could help our Houses connect with one another."
Maximus waited patiently for Roxanna to finish explaining the situation. The young soldier stood at attention with his hands behind his back and feet spread apart as Dorian and Roxanna continue to bicker at each other. Part of Maximus wanted to help the young woman as she was obviously affected by her guard's barbed remark about Roxana not being part of the Household. However he kept quiet, Maximus shouldn't interfere.... yet."Lady Roxana speaks the truth, my lord," Maximus said stepping up. "She was being accosted by drunken ruffians and I fought them off."
Roxana was clearly embarrassed by the whole ordeal, maybe Maximus could help cheer her up. "May I say that lady Roxana was a capable fighter, my lord?" Maximus said. "She stood her ground and faced her attackers as a soldier of Colchis would. That's more than I can say for the guard who almost abandoned lady Roxana to her fate." Maximus shot a dirty look at Dorian. "It is a guard's duty to watch over their person, even they run to a place where they shouldn't." Maximus then looked at Roxana. "It is appalling that a guard would do this, I question his competency," Maximus said. "Considering I'm taking a break from tour my lord perhaps I should volunteer to be Lady Roxana's bodyguard? I feel I can do a better job and It could help our Houses connect with one another."