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Timaeus remained silent as the three witnesses to what happened retold what occurred. His stony expression gave no indication of what he was thinking, but a small tick of his jaw when Roxana mentioned that Dorian had called her a “charity case” was a clue to the simmering anger underneath his calm exterior. In truth, he fuming over what he had heard and fully believed his cousin’s side of the story, with or without Maximus’s affirmations that she was indeed being honest. He was so furious that he couldn’t even crack a grin at the mention of her being a strong fighter. Anyone who knew him would know at this point that the Baron was not pleased with what he was hearing.
Perhaps that’s why all the others in the room quickly scurried out when Timaeus made a motion for them to leave. They were smart enough to know that they wouldn’t want to stick around for whatever was going to come next.
“You told me a few moments ago,” Timaeus said lowly to Dorian once the room had cleared, “That this soldier had merely taken a fancy to my cousin. Now I am learning that you stood idly by as others accosted her.” His eyes flashed dangerously at the man before him who dared to think himself worthy of the rank of lieutenant. The actions of the day have unfortunately made it clear to both of them that this dream of Dorian’s would never become a reality. The terrified expression on his face made it clear to Timaeus that this coward now was trying desperately to find the right words that would save him from the wrath of the overprotective Baron. It was obvious though that such words were never going to come.
Growing quite tired of seeing this man imitate a fish with his foolish attempts to stutter his way out of his mess, Timaeus said shortly as he effectively cut him off, “Tell me Sir Dorian, what am I supposed to make of this?” The question was purely rhetorical, but these curt words now made it dreadfully clear that the Baron would not wait for whatever plausible defense this dead man walking was trying to concoct.
Dorian was smart enough to take the hint. “They’re obviously lying... ” He started to say, his own stutter revealing the truth as he lied through his teeth, but the baron very quickly stopped him.
“Yes, of course, a man who I have never met and my own cousin conspiring to lie to put you out of my favor. Brilliant Sir Dorian, brilliant.” Timaeus’s tone was practically dripping in sarcasm as his inner frustration grew. Sensing he was about to explode at the man who had put Roxana in harm’s way and then had the audacity to lie about it, Timaeus shook his head and turned to walk away from the rest of them.
A few feet away, though, he paused to glance back over his shoulder to say to the source of his anger, “You know Dorian, I saw a glimmer of potential within you when I first met you, all those years ago. I even went to my brother, asking for promotion on your behalf.” He paused for a moment to let his words sink in as he knew it would take Dorian a moment to process the fact that his greatest ambition had almost come true. Once he heard the man begin to speak, obviously to question what had happened, Timaeus continued curtly, “He denied it, of course. Even he couldn’t deny your promise with a sword, but even rumors of your temper and how it could blind you had reached his ears.
“When he died, I decided to include you within my inner circle, in the hope that you could see what you needed to learn in order to earn the leadership you crave so desperately.” It didn’t take a genius to realize what Timaeus was doing. After all, there was no mistaking that small twinge of regret beneath his voice lurking beneath the frustration…
He was going to dismiss Dorian.
The man seemed to realize what was occurring and immediately blurted out in protest, “You can’t do this! It’s not --”
Timaeus turned on his heels and practically spat out at him, “I can and I will. I may no longer be your commanding officer, but I am your Lord and you will not speak to me in such a manner if you wish to keep your tongue!” His last few words were said slowly and forcefully, almost as if he was daring him to say anything else. For a moment there was blissful silence before Timaeus shattered it with one final statement to the now disgraced man. “Pack your things and ready your horse. You will return to Eubocris within the hour,” His next statement caused his face to contort with disgust as Timaeus used the insult that Dorian had dared to use against Roxana earlier, “I’m afraid that my charity has run out.”
Knowing full well that there was no coming back from this, Dorian did not fight the sentence that Timaeus had subjected him to but instead dropped into a low, mocking bow. It also didn’t fail to escape the Baron’s attention how Dorian angrily glanced over at Roxana. As the man’s face contorted in rage, Tim reached for the sword at his side, his hand resting threateningly on the pommel. Luckily though, Dorian slinked out of the room before he could test the last remaining threads of Timaeus’s patience.
With any luck, the Valaoritis family would never see him again.
Taking a deep breath in, Timaeus forced him to calm down momentarily before he turned to face his cousin and the stranger, bracing himself for whatever reaction the two of them would have to what happened. Surely, none of them had ever expected it to escalate to this point, but here they were all the same. Hopefully, they didn’t think poorly of him over the incident.
“My apologies for you needing to witness that,” Timaeus said to the both of them, but his gaze settled on Roxana. His tone softened significantly, being mindful that he was not keen on rearing his frustrations with being lied to on either of them. “If I had known he would act like this, I would have sent someone else with you. I won’t tolerate anyone treating you like he did today.” This was a promise he fully intended to keep as he had been just as insulted at the insinuation that Roxana was just a charity case for the family which was not the case. It couldn’t have been further of the truth.
However, there was one part of the story that couldn’t be ignored and Roxana herself had admitted that it had happened, “With all that being said, you knew better than to wander off Roxana. You’re not a child anymore, what do you have to say for yourself?” He wasn’t too keen on being harsh on her for doing something so minor, but he couldn’t be seen so openly showing favoritism either; no matter how true it might be. Plus it didn’t hurt that if any of Dorian’s friends were embittered by what Timaeus had done, they might be placated to know that his cousin had also been scolded somewhat for her actions.
He also knew though that there were some actions that needed to be rewarded as well. So, while he waited for Roxana to gather her words, Timaeus then turned to Maximus and said with a more pleasant tone than he had held previously, “Thank you for your brave actions today. I can’t dare to imagine what would have happened if you had not stepped in. The Valaoritis household is in your debt, Sir…” There was an awkward pause as it suddenly became apparent that Tim couldn’t recall what his name was. Hoping to hide the embarrassment, as well as counting on Maximus to give the baron his name, Timaeus quickly moved onto his next question, “What unit do you serve in Soldier? I’ll be sure to give your commanding officer a recommendation.” Although this promise did not seem like much at the moment, all three of them knew how monumental it would be for Maximus to receive a personal endorsement from a ranking captain and a Baron at that. A rise to the rank of Lieutenant seemed to be near in his future.
That seemed to be a far more fitting reward than just temporarily holding the position of personal bodyguard to Roxana. After all, a rise in the rank would bring more honor and glory to Maximus’s name than following one girl ever would.
Now to see if the others would be happy with this…
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Timaeus remained silent as the three witnesses to what happened retold what occurred. His stony expression gave no indication of what he was thinking, but a small tick of his jaw when Roxana mentioned that Dorian had called her a “charity case” was a clue to the simmering anger underneath his calm exterior. In truth, he fuming over what he had heard and fully believed his cousin’s side of the story, with or without Maximus’s affirmations that she was indeed being honest. He was so furious that he couldn’t even crack a grin at the mention of her being a strong fighter. Anyone who knew him would know at this point that the Baron was not pleased with what he was hearing.
Perhaps that’s why all the others in the room quickly scurried out when Timaeus made a motion for them to leave. They were smart enough to know that they wouldn’t want to stick around for whatever was going to come next.
“You told me a few moments ago,” Timaeus said lowly to Dorian once the room had cleared, “That this soldier had merely taken a fancy to my cousin. Now I am learning that you stood idly by as others accosted her.” His eyes flashed dangerously at the man before him who dared to think himself worthy of the rank of lieutenant. The actions of the day have unfortunately made it clear to both of them that this dream of Dorian’s would never become a reality. The terrified expression on his face made it clear to Timaeus that this coward now was trying desperately to find the right words that would save him from the wrath of the overprotective Baron. It was obvious though that such words were never going to come.
Growing quite tired of seeing this man imitate a fish with his foolish attempts to stutter his way out of his mess, Timaeus said shortly as he effectively cut him off, “Tell me Sir Dorian, what am I supposed to make of this?” The question was purely rhetorical, but these curt words now made it dreadfully clear that the Baron would not wait for whatever plausible defense this dead man walking was trying to concoct.
Dorian was smart enough to take the hint. “They’re obviously lying... ” He started to say, his own stutter revealing the truth as he lied through his teeth, but the baron very quickly stopped him.
“Yes, of course, a man who I have never met and my own cousin conspiring to lie to put you out of my favor. Brilliant Sir Dorian, brilliant.” Timaeus’s tone was practically dripping in sarcasm as his inner frustration grew. Sensing he was about to explode at the man who had put Roxana in harm’s way and then had the audacity to lie about it, Timaeus shook his head and turned to walk away from the rest of them.
A few feet away, though, he paused to glance back over his shoulder to say to the source of his anger, “You know Dorian, I saw a glimmer of potential within you when I first met you, all those years ago. I even went to my brother, asking for promotion on your behalf.” He paused for a moment to let his words sink in as he knew it would take Dorian a moment to process the fact that his greatest ambition had almost come true. Once he heard the man begin to speak, obviously to question what had happened, Timaeus continued curtly, “He denied it, of course. Even he couldn’t deny your promise with a sword, but even rumors of your temper and how it could blind you had reached his ears.
“When he died, I decided to include you within my inner circle, in the hope that you could see what you needed to learn in order to earn the leadership you crave so desperately.” It didn’t take a genius to realize what Timaeus was doing. After all, there was no mistaking that small twinge of regret beneath his voice lurking beneath the frustration…
He was going to dismiss Dorian.
The man seemed to realize what was occurring and immediately blurted out in protest, “You can’t do this! It’s not --”
Timaeus turned on his heels and practically spat out at him, “I can and I will. I may no longer be your commanding officer, but I am your Lord and you will not speak to me in such a manner if you wish to keep your tongue!” His last few words were said slowly and forcefully, almost as if he was daring him to say anything else. For a moment there was blissful silence before Timaeus shattered it with one final statement to the now disgraced man. “Pack your things and ready your horse. You will return to Eubocris within the hour,” His next statement caused his face to contort with disgust as Timaeus used the insult that Dorian had dared to use against Roxana earlier, “I’m afraid that my charity has run out.”
Knowing full well that there was no coming back from this, Dorian did not fight the sentence that Timaeus had subjected him to but instead dropped into a low, mocking bow. It also didn’t fail to escape the Baron’s attention how Dorian angrily glanced over at Roxana. As the man’s face contorted in rage, Tim reached for the sword at his side, his hand resting threateningly on the pommel. Luckily though, Dorian slinked out of the room before he could test the last remaining threads of Timaeus’s patience.
With any luck, the Valaoritis family would never see him again.
Taking a deep breath in, Timaeus forced him to calm down momentarily before he turned to face his cousin and the stranger, bracing himself for whatever reaction the two of them would have to what happened. Surely, none of them had ever expected it to escalate to this point, but here they were all the same. Hopefully, they didn’t think poorly of him over the incident.
“My apologies for you needing to witness that,” Timaeus said to the both of them, but his gaze settled on Roxana. His tone softened significantly, being mindful that he was not keen on rearing his frustrations with being lied to on either of them. “If I had known he would act like this, I would have sent someone else with you. I won’t tolerate anyone treating you like he did today.” This was a promise he fully intended to keep as he had been just as insulted at the insinuation that Roxana was just a charity case for the family which was not the case. It couldn’t have been further of the truth.
However, there was one part of the story that couldn’t be ignored and Roxana herself had admitted that it had happened, “With all that being said, you knew better than to wander off Roxana. You’re not a child anymore, what do you have to say for yourself?” He wasn’t too keen on being harsh on her for doing something so minor, but he couldn’t be seen so openly showing favoritism either; no matter how true it might be. Plus it didn’t hurt that if any of Dorian’s friends were embittered by what Timaeus had done, they might be placated to know that his cousin had also been scolded somewhat for her actions.
He also knew though that there were some actions that needed to be rewarded as well. So, while he waited for Roxana to gather her words, Timaeus then turned to Maximus and said with a more pleasant tone than he had held previously, “Thank you for your brave actions today. I can’t dare to imagine what would have happened if you had not stepped in. The Valaoritis household is in your debt, Sir…” There was an awkward pause as it suddenly became apparent that Tim couldn’t recall what his name was. Hoping to hide the embarrassment, as well as counting on Maximus to give the baron his name, Timaeus quickly moved onto his next question, “What unit do you serve in Soldier? I’ll be sure to give your commanding officer a recommendation.” Although this promise did not seem like much at the moment, all three of them knew how monumental it would be for Maximus to receive a personal endorsement from a ranking captain and a Baron at that. A rise to the rank of Lieutenant seemed to be near in his future.
That seemed to be a far more fitting reward than just temporarily holding the position of personal bodyguard to Roxana. After all, a rise in the rank would bring more honor and glory to Maximus’s name than following one girl ever would.
Now to see if the others would be happy with this…
Timaeus remained silent as the three witnesses to what happened retold what occurred. His stony expression gave no indication of what he was thinking, but a small tick of his jaw when Roxana mentioned that Dorian had called her a “charity case” was a clue to the simmering anger underneath his calm exterior. In truth, he fuming over what he had heard and fully believed his cousin’s side of the story, with or without Maximus’s affirmations that she was indeed being honest. He was so furious that he couldn’t even crack a grin at the mention of her being a strong fighter. Anyone who knew him would know at this point that the Baron was not pleased with what he was hearing.
Perhaps that’s why all the others in the room quickly scurried out when Timaeus made a motion for them to leave. They were smart enough to know that they wouldn’t want to stick around for whatever was going to come next.
“You told me a few moments ago,” Timaeus said lowly to Dorian once the room had cleared, “That this soldier had merely taken a fancy to my cousin. Now I am learning that you stood idly by as others accosted her.” His eyes flashed dangerously at the man before him who dared to think himself worthy of the rank of lieutenant. The actions of the day have unfortunately made it clear to both of them that this dream of Dorian’s would never become a reality. The terrified expression on his face made it clear to Timaeus that this coward now was trying desperately to find the right words that would save him from the wrath of the overprotective Baron. It was obvious though that such words were never going to come.
Growing quite tired of seeing this man imitate a fish with his foolish attempts to stutter his way out of his mess, Timaeus said shortly as he effectively cut him off, “Tell me Sir Dorian, what am I supposed to make of this?” The question was purely rhetorical, but these curt words now made it dreadfully clear that the Baron would not wait for whatever plausible defense this dead man walking was trying to concoct.
Dorian was smart enough to take the hint. “They’re obviously lying... ” He started to say, his own stutter revealing the truth as he lied through his teeth, but the baron very quickly stopped him.
“Yes, of course, a man who I have never met and my own cousin conspiring to lie to put you out of my favor. Brilliant Sir Dorian, brilliant.” Timaeus’s tone was practically dripping in sarcasm as his inner frustration grew. Sensing he was about to explode at the man who had put Roxana in harm’s way and then had the audacity to lie about it, Timaeus shook his head and turned to walk away from the rest of them.
A few feet away, though, he paused to glance back over his shoulder to say to the source of his anger, “You know Dorian, I saw a glimmer of potential within you when I first met you, all those years ago. I even went to my brother, asking for promotion on your behalf.” He paused for a moment to let his words sink in as he knew it would take Dorian a moment to process the fact that his greatest ambition had almost come true. Once he heard the man begin to speak, obviously to question what had happened, Timaeus continued curtly, “He denied it, of course. Even he couldn’t deny your promise with a sword, but even rumors of your temper and how it could blind you had reached his ears.
“When he died, I decided to include you within my inner circle, in the hope that you could see what you needed to learn in order to earn the leadership you crave so desperately.” It didn’t take a genius to realize what Timaeus was doing. After all, there was no mistaking that small twinge of regret beneath his voice lurking beneath the frustration…
He was going to dismiss Dorian.
The man seemed to realize what was occurring and immediately blurted out in protest, “You can’t do this! It’s not --”
Timaeus turned on his heels and practically spat out at him, “I can and I will. I may no longer be your commanding officer, but I am your Lord and you will not speak to me in such a manner if you wish to keep your tongue!” His last few words were said slowly and forcefully, almost as if he was daring him to say anything else. For a moment there was blissful silence before Timaeus shattered it with one final statement to the now disgraced man. “Pack your things and ready your horse. You will return to Eubocris within the hour,” His next statement caused his face to contort with disgust as Timaeus used the insult that Dorian had dared to use against Roxana earlier, “I’m afraid that my charity has run out.”
Knowing full well that there was no coming back from this, Dorian did not fight the sentence that Timaeus had subjected him to but instead dropped into a low, mocking bow. It also didn’t fail to escape the Baron’s attention how Dorian angrily glanced over at Roxana. As the man’s face contorted in rage, Tim reached for the sword at his side, his hand resting threateningly on the pommel. Luckily though, Dorian slinked out of the room before he could test the last remaining threads of Timaeus’s patience.
With any luck, the Valaoritis family would never see him again.
Taking a deep breath in, Timaeus forced him to calm down momentarily before he turned to face his cousin and the stranger, bracing himself for whatever reaction the two of them would have to what happened. Surely, none of them had ever expected it to escalate to this point, but here they were all the same. Hopefully, they didn’t think poorly of him over the incident.
“My apologies for you needing to witness that,” Timaeus said to the both of them, but his gaze settled on Roxana. His tone softened significantly, being mindful that he was not keen on rearing his frustrations with being lied to on either of them. “If I had known he would act like this, I would have sent someone else with you. I won’t tolerate anyone treating you like he did today.” This was a promise he fully intended to keep as he had been just as insulted at the insinuation that Roxana was just a charity case for the family which was not the case. It couldn’t have been further of the truth.
However, there was one part of the story that couldn’t be ignored and Roxana herself had admitted that it had happened, “With all that being said, you knew better than to wander off Roxana. You’re not a child anymore, what do you have to say for yourself?” He wasn’t too keen on being harsh on her for doing something so minor, but he couldn’t be seen so openly showing favoritism either; no matter how true it might be. Plus it didn’t hurt that if any of Dorian’s friends were embittered by what Timaeus had done, they might be placated to know that his cousin had also been scolded somewhat for her actions.
He also knew though that there were some actions that needed to be rewarded as well. So, while he waited for Roxana to gather her words, Timaeus then turned to Maximus and said with a more pleasant tone than he had held previously, “Thank you for your brave actions today. I can’t dare to imagine what would have happened if you had not stepped in. The Valaoritis household is in your debt, Sir…” There was an awkward pause as it suddenly became apparent that Tim couldn’t recall what his name was. Hoping to hide the embarrassment, as well as counting on Maximus to give the baron his name, Timaeus quickly moved onto his next question, “What unit do you serve in Soldier? I’ll be sure to give your commanding officer a recommendation.” Although this promise did not seem like much at the moment, all three of them knew how monumental it would be for Maximus to receive a personal endorsement from a ranking captain and a Baron at that. A rise to the rank of Lieutenant seemed to be near in his future.
That seemed to be a far more fitting reward than just temporarily holding the position of personal bodyguard to Roxana. After all, a rise in the rank would bring more honor and glory to Maximus’s name than following one girl ever would.
Now to see if the others would be happy with this…
Maximus kept his hands behind his back listening to Timeaus talk town to Roxana's bodyguard. The normally stoic Maximus couldn't resist a slight smile watching the man get talked down for not doing his duty as a bodyguard. In order to keep Colchis into a functioning and stable society: Honor and discipline are needed. When Dorian was dismissed from his service as punishment for not protecting Roxana, Maximus' heart soared. Men of dishonor should be shamed and removed from duty, who knows what would happen if Maximus wasn't there to save Roxana.
“What unit do you serve in Soldier? I’ll be sure to give your commanding officer a recommendation.” Timeaus asked.
Maximus was surprised to that Timeaus would give a recommendation. He shouldn't rewarded for doing his duty It didn't feel right. "No man should be honored for doing what is expected my lord," he responded. "But I serve the Fifth Phalanx."
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Maximus kept his hands behind his back listening to Timeaus talk town to Roxana's bodyguard. The normally stoic Maximus couldn't resist a slight smile watching the man get talked down for not doing his duty as a bodyguard. In order to keep Colchis into a functioning and stable society: Honor and discipline are needed. When Dorian was dismissed from his service as punishment for not protecting Roxana, Maximus' heart soared. Men of dishonor should be shamed and removed from duty, who knows what would happen if Maximus wasn't there to save Roxana.
“What unit do you serve in Soldier? I’ll be sure to give your commanding officer a recommendation.” Timeaus asked.
Maximus was surprised to that Timeaus would give a recommendation. He shouldn't rewarded for doing his duty It didn't feel right. "No man should be honored for doing what is expected my lord," he responded. "But I serve the Fifth Phalanx."
Maximus kept his hands behind his back listening to Timeaus talk town to Roxana's bodyguard. The normally stoic Maximus couldn't resist a slight smile watching the man get talked down for not doing his duty as a bodyguard. In order to keep Colchis into a functioning and stable society: Honor and discipline are needed. When Dorian was dismissed from his service as punishment for not protecting Roxana, Maximus' heart soared. Men of dishonor should be shamed and removed from duty, who knows what would happen if Maximus wasn't there to save Roxana.
“What unit do you serve in Soldier? I’ll be sure to give your commanding officer a recommendation.” Timeaus asked.
Maximus was surprised to that Timeaus would give a recommendation. He shouldn't rewarded for doing his duty It didn't feel right. "No man should be honored for doing what is expected my lord," he responded. "But I serve the Fifth Phalanx."
Roxana hated being the center of attention. On top of it being embarrassing, she was hardly used to it. She was used to being hidden away when company was over, ignored when the family was being introduced, and not acknowledged when family business was going on. She understood the necessity of it and wasn't bitter. Her great desire to be part of the official household did not come with the bitterness of being left out all along. Shaming her family was not something she wanted in the least which made her all too happy to disappear into the shadows. Because of that, and on top of the obvious stress this situation was causing, Roxana wished the earth would soon swallow her up and save her from further attention and mortification.
"Considering I'm taking a break from tour my lord perhaps I should volunteer to be Lady Roxana's bodyguard?"
Roxana's eyes went wide. Please don't ask me, please don't ask me. She wanted no part of that decision and hoped Tim would just make it without consulting her. She shouldn't be consulted on these matters.
Tim went on to give Dorian a very bitter piece of his mind. A part of her felt triumph, at least it was clear she had been telling the truth and wouldn't lose her cousin's trust. He was more like her big brother and the last thing she wanted was to make things more difficult for him. She loved him and he had had a difficult few years. Also, it was in her own self interest to make it clear that she would not shame his family.
Despite her extreme sheepishness right now, she did not flinch away from Dorian's gaze as he was dismissed and left. Letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, she felt better that Dorian was out of the room at least.
“If I had known he would act like this, I would have sent someone else with you. I won’t tolerate anyone treating you like he did today."
Roxana wanted to hug him but settled for a warm smile instead. She should have known he would be reasonable, he always was. Her smile disappeared quickly when Tim chided her for wandering, "Apologies, my lord." She bowed her head respectfully, "Dorian wanted to talk to his friends about women he had met with and we were there to see the market. I'll stay with escorts from now on."
When the two men began to converse, it was quite a relief and Roxana relaxed a bit more than even when Dorian had made his exit. She was more used to this, being background while others spoke and she listened. She heard a great many things that way over the years. Her cousins chattering away about who was best at their lessons, her guardians arguing about her future, parties where adults spoke of great fortune, social events, and travel. This was her comfort zone.
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Roxana hated being the center of attention. On top of it being embarrassing, she was hardly used to it. She was used to being hidden away when company was over, ignored when the family was being introduced, and not acknowledged when family business was going on. She understood the necessity of it and wasn't bitter. Her great desire to be part of the official household did not come with the bitterness of being left out all along. Shaming her family was not something she wanted in the least which made her all too happy to disappear into the shadows. Because of that, and on top of the obvious stress this situation was causing, Roxana wished the earth would soon swallow her up and save her from further attention and mortification.
"Considering I'm taking a break from tour my lord perhaps I should volunteer to be Lady Roxana's bodyguard?"
Roxana's eyes went wide. Please don't ask me, please don't ask me. She wanted no part of that decision and hoped Tim would just make it without consulting her. She shouldn't be consulted on these matters.
Tim went on to give Dorian a very bitter piece of his mind. A part of her felt triumph, at least it was clear she had been telling the truth and wouldn't lose her cousin's trust. He was more like her big brother and the last thing she wanted was to make things more difficult for him. She loved him and he had had a difficult few years. Also, it was in her own self interest to make it clear that she would not shame his family.
Despite her extreme sheepishness right now, she did not flinch away from Dorian's gaze as he was dismissed and left. Letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, she felt better that Dorian was out of the room at least.
“If I had known he would act like this, I would have sent someone else with you. I won’t tolerate anyone treating you like he did today."
Roxana wanted to hug him but settled for a warm smile instead. She should have known he would be reasonable, he always was. Her smile disappeared quickly when Tim chided her for wandering, "Apologies, my lord." She bowed her head respectfully, "Dorian wanted to talk to his friends about women he had met with and we were there to see the market. I'll stay with escorts from now on."
When the two men began to converse, it was quite a relief and Roxana relaxed a bit more than even when Dorian had made his exit. She was more used to this, being background while others spoke and she listened. She heard a great many things that way over the years. Her cousins chattering away about who was best at their lessons, her guardians arguing about her future, parties where adults spoke of great fortune, social events, and travel. This was her comfort zone.
Roxana hated being the center of attention. On top of it being embarrassing, she was hardly used to it. She was used to being hidden away when company was over, ignored when the family was being introduced, and not acknowledged when family business was going on. She understood the necessity of it and wasn't bitter. Her great desire to be part of the official household did not come with the bitterness of being left out all along. Shaming her family was not something she wanted in the least which made her all too happy to disappear into the shadows. Because of that, and on top of the obvious stress this situation was causing, Roxana wished the earth would soon swallow her up and save her from further attention and mortification.
"Considering I'm taking a break from tour my lord perhaps I should volunteer to be Lady Roxana's bodyguard?"
Roxana's eyes went wide. Please don't ask me, please don't ask me. She wanted no part of that decision and hoped Tim would just make it without consulting her. She shouldn't be consulted on these matters.
Tim went on to give Dorian a very bitter piece of his mind. A part of her felt triumph, at least it was clear she had been telling the truth and wouldn't lose her cousin's trust. He was more like her big brother and the last thing she wanted was to make things more difficult for him. She loved him and he had had a difficult few years. Also, it was in her own self interest to make it clear that she would not shame his family.
Despite her extreme sheepishness right now, she did not flinch away from Dorian's gaze as he was dismissed and left. Letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, she felt better that Dorian was out of the room at least.
“If I had known he would act like this, I would have sent someone else with you. I won’t tolerate anyone treating you like he did today."
Roxana wanted to hug him but settled for a warm smile instead. She should have known he would be reasonable, he always was. Her smile disappeared quickly when Tim chided her for wandering, "Apologies, my lord." She bowed her head respectfully, "Dorian wanted to talk to his friends about women he had met with and we were there to see the market. I'll stay with escorts from now on."
When the two men began to converse, it was quite a relief and Roxana relaxed a bit more than even when Dorian had made his exit. She was more used to this, being background while others spoke and she listened. She heard a great many things that way over the years. Her cousins chattering away about who was best at their lessons, her guardians arguing about her future, parties where adults spoke of great fortune, social events, and travel. This was her comfort zone.
After the faintest echo of Dorian’s footsteps faded down the hall, Timaeus breathed a sigh of relief, allowing himself to calm down once again. He truly hadn’t meant to allow himself to become so infuriated within the incompetent soldier, but there was nothing that truly set him off than seeing his family being put into any form of danger. He was so overprotective to the point that it was almost a fault of his as he was reluctant to allow any of them out of his sight for very long. It was just an unfortunate effect of the trauma this family had been through. The loss of his father and brother weighed heavily on Timaeus and the very nature of his job now made the young baron feel as if he barely had control over anything. All this considered; along with all the issues that his mother’s fragile mind, his brother’s wild lifestyle, and his cousin’s stubbornness raised… it was little wonder that Timaeus was trying desperately to keep them all safe.
This family was unraveling at the seams none of them could bear another loss.
That’s why Timaeus lost it with Dorian. He was more upset with himself than with the former soldier. How could he have been so stupid not to see how Dorian saw his cousin? Why on earth had he been so blind to how lazy and manipulative he was? Even though he knew that Roxana would dispute this if he said it aloud, Timaeus blamed himself for what happened. He should have been the one to put a better guard with her.
He nodded softly in acknowledgment at her apology, the closest thing she would get to a true acceptance of it in front of this stranger. The baron had just been incredibly harsh on Dorian and he knew that he couldn’t appear to be completely soft on his cousin, not when other servants could still be paying attention. The Baron needed to maintain an image of power and authority, one that could not be shaken by the loyalties he had to the girl he saw as a sister. If he was harsh on his men, he would be harsh on his family in order to ensure that there was no perspective of favoritism. That would keep any of them from grumbling behind the Baron’s back… or at least he thought it would.
So, that’s why even though he fully believed that his sister was in the right, he still knew that there had to be some sort of punishment as well for her wandering off. He had already said it himself, she was old enough to know better. “As you should.” Timaeus said, visibly cringing at the thought of his sister needing to listen to another man’s conquests. Dorian was lucky that he was dismissed before he learned that. Timaeus may not have hesitated on drawing his sword for Dorian being so disgusting to even think of doing that in front of someone he was supposed to see as a noble lady, even though she didn’t have the status legally, “But I cannot allow you to repeat what happened today. Roxana, for the foreseeable future, you will not be permitted to visit the market alone. Either my mother, Sospatria, Maleos, or myself must accompany you. Do you understand?” Timaeus said sternly as he listed the few people he knew that he could trust with the girl’s safety without question. His own family and his most trusted officer; Maleos of Eubocris who was more brother than comrade at this point.
All things considered, it wasn’t all that bad of a punishment and Timaeus had really thrown his sister a bone by allowing Sospatria to be an option. Their cousin was almost just as bad as Roxana was and even though she was only a few years Tim’s senior, she had yet to lose that childish streak of adventure like the rest of them had as the Valaoritis brood grew older. Bringing her along as a companion would mean that Roxana wouldn’t be as bored as she might be with the duty-driven Maleos nor would she have to deal with the higher expectations expected from his mother. With any luck. Roxana might recognize this and not kick up too much of a fuss, allowing Timaeus to maintain the image of fairness while still not holding his sister at fault for what happened.
Even if she did though, a small glimmer in his eyes told her wordlessly that they would talk about this further once they didn’t have other ears listening in.
Once that was settled, he turned his attention to Maximus. Although the man did not take the hint that Timaeus had made for him to give the Lord his name, it didn’t matter all that much as he gave Timaeus the name of his unit. A small impressed smile crossed the Valaoritis’s face as he regarded the soldier in a different light, “The Fifth Phalanx, you say? What are you doing in the capital then, so far from Laconia?” This question was asked more out of sheer curiosity than anything. Laconia was a part of the Drakos holdings which were on the far northern tip of the kingdom. A part of him wondered if it had something to do with the Drakos family being nearby. It would make sense that those ladies would want members of their best unit nearby, especially the formidable Lady Tythra. Timaeus wouldn’t put it past her at all to have some soldiers here with her, not when she was just as strong-willed as the men were and were not afraid to show off her clout in the Senate when it met.
Without waiting for an answer, Timaeus waved both of them to follow him deeper into the manor. He wanted to very quickly write Maximus his recommendation letter and send the young man on his way, just in case the Valaoritis family was delaying any other commitments the soldier may have. He trusted that the pair were following him as he made his way through the labyrinth of halls, moving quickly past all the formal meeting rooms and dining halls… and right into the family’s personal quarters. Roxana would surely be confused by this, Timaeus was sure of it, but there was a purpose to it as the group stopped just short of his own personal office. After digging in his pocket for a moment, Timaeus pulled out a key to the study.
Quickly, he unlocked the door and ushered the pair inside. Immediately upon entering, they could see that although the space had no windows, it was washed with the bright glow of a half dozen candles scattered throughout the space, giving it an almost cozy feel. This was rather dangerous as the Baron had papers scattered everywhere. Piles of old reports were stacked along the walls and a carefully stacked pile of scrolls sat on the desk. Also littered throughout the room was empty wineskins and goblets clearly tossed about in rage. Roxana may have been surprised to have been allowed into this space, as it was Timaeus’s inner sanctum and where he ran away to whenever his grief became too much to bear. The room had a lock on it not to protect his secrets, but instead to protect everyone else from seeing who he became when he was alone with the ghosts of his lost loved ones.
Ignoring the mess of the place, Timaeus cleared some of the papers off of the desk and sat down. However, before he started writing, he turned to the soldier to ask two necessary questions that were needed to complete this task, “Now soldier, what is your name and who is your commanding officer?”
Hopefully, Maximus would quickly tell him so all of them could put this horrible event behind them.
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After the faintest echo of Dorian’s footsteps faded down the hall, Timaeus breathed a sigh of relief, allowing himself to calm down once again. He truly hadn’t meant to allow himself to become so infuriated within the incompetent soldier, but there was nothing that truly set him off than seeing his family being put into any form of danger. He was so overprotective to the point that it was almost a fault of his as he was reluctant to allow any of them out of his sight for very long. It was just an unfortunate effect of the trauma this family had been through. The loss of his father and brother weighed heavily on Timaeus and the very nature of his job now made the young baron feel as if he barely had control over anything. All this considered; along with all the issues that his mother’s fragile mind, his brother’s wild lifestyle, and his cousin’s stubbornness raised… it was little wonder that Timaeus was trying desperately to keep them all safe.
This family was unraveling at the seams none of them could bear another loss.
That’s why Timaeus lost it with Dorian. He was more upset with himself than with the former soldier. How could he have been so stupid not to see how Dorian saw his cousin? Why on earth had he been so blind to how lazy and manipulative he was? Even though he knew that Roxana would dispute this if he said it aloud, Timaeus blamed himself for what happened. He should have been the one to put a better guard with her.
He nodded softly in acknowledgment at her apology, the closest thing she would get to a true acceptance of it in front of this stranger. The baron had just been incredibly harsh on Dorian and he knew that he couldn’t appear to be completely soft on his cousin, not when other servants could still be paying attention. The Baron needed to maintain an image of power and authority, one that could not be shaken by the loyalties he had to the girl he saw as a sister. If he was harsh on his men, he would be harsh on his family in order to ensure that there was no perspective of favoritism. That would keep any of them from grumbling behind the Baron’s back… or at least he thought it would.
So, that’s why even though he fully believed that his sister was in the right, he still knew that there had to be some sort of punishment as well for her wandering off. He had already said it himself, she was old enough to know better. “As you should.” Timaeus said, visibly cringing at the thought of his sister needing to listen to another man’s conquests. Dorian was lucky that he was dismissed before he learned that. Timaeus may not have hesitated on drawing his sword for Dorian being so disgusting to even think of doing that in front of someone he was supposed to see as a noble lady, even though she didn’t have the status legally, “But I cannot allow you to repeat what happened today. Roxana, for the foreseeable future, you will not be permitted to visit the market alone. Either my mother, Sospatria, Maleos, or myself must accompany you. Do you understand?” Timaeus said sternly as he listed the few people he knew that he could trust with the girl’s safety without question. His own family and his most trusted officer; Maleos of Eubocris who was more brother than comrade at this point.
All things considered, it wasn’t all that bad of a punishment and Timaeus had really thrown his sister a bone by allowing Sospatria to be an option. Their cousin was almost just as bad as Roxana was and even though she was only a few years Tim’s senior, she had yet to lose that childish streak of adventure like the rest of them had as the Valaoritis brood grew older. Bringing her along as a companion would mean that Roxana wouldn’t be as bored as she might be with the duty-driven Maleos nor would she have to deal with the higher expectations expected from his mother. With any luck. Roxana might recognize this and not kick up too much of a fuss, allowing Timaeus to maintain the image of fairness while still not holding his sister at fault for what happened.
Even if she did though, a small glimmer in his eyes told her wordlessly that they would talk about this further once they didn’t have other ears listening in.
Once that was settled, he turned his attention to Maximus. Although the man did not take the hint that Timaeus had made for him to give the Lord his name, it didn’t matter all that much as he gave Timaeus the name of his unit. A small impressed smile crossed the Valaoritis’s face as he regarded the soldier in a different light, “The Fifth Phalanx, you say? What are you doing in the capital then, so far from Laconia?” This question was asked more out of sheer curiosity than anything. Laconia was a part of the Drakos holdings which were on the far northern tip of the kingdom. A part of him wondered if it had something to do with the Drakos family being nearby. It would make sense that those ladies would want members of their best unit nearby, especially the formidable Lady Tythra. Timaeus wouldn’t put it past her at all to have some soldiers here with her, not when she was just as strong-willed as the men were and were not afraid to show off her clout in the Senate when it met.
Without waiting for an answer, Timaeus waved both of them to follow him deeper into the manor. He wanted to very quickly write Maximus his recommendation letter and send the young man on his way, just in case the Valaoritis family was delaying any other commitments the soldier may have. He trusted that the pair were following him as he made his way through the labyrinth of halls, moving quickly past all the formal meeting rooms and dining halls… and right into the family’s personal quarters. Roxana would surely be confused by this, Timaeus was sure of it, but there was a purpose to it as the group stopped just short of his own personal office. After digging in his pocket for a moment, Timaeus pulled out a key to the study.
Quickly, he unlocked the door and ushered the pair inside. Immediately upon entering, they could see that although the space had no windows, it was washed with the bright glow of a half dozen candles scattered throughout the space, giving it an almost cozy feel. This was rather dangerous as the Baron had papers scattered everywhere. Piles of old reports were stacked along the walls and a carefully stacked pile of scrolls sat on the desk. Also littered throughout the room was empty wineskins and goblets clearly tossed about in rage. Roxana may have been surprised to have been allowed into this space, as it was Timaeus’s inner sanctum and where he ran away to whenever his grief became too much to bear. The room had a lock on it not to protect his secrets, but instead to protect everyone else from seeing who he became when he was alone with the ghosts of his lost loved ones.
Ignoring the mess of the place, Timaeus cleared some of the papers off of the desk and sat down. However, before he started writing, he turned to the soldier to ask two necessary questions that were needed to complete this task, “Now soldier, what is your name and who is your commanding officer?”
Hopefully, Maximus would quickly tell him so all of them could put this horrible event behind them.
After the faintest echo of Dorian’s footsteps faded down the hall, Timaeus breathed a sigh of relief, allowing himself to calm down once again. He truly hadn’t meant to allow himself to become so infuriated within the incompetent soldier, but there was nothing that truly set him off than seeing his family being put into any form of danger. He was so overprotective to the point that it was almost a fault of his as he was reluctant to allow any of them out of his sight for very long. It was just an unfortunate effect of the trauma this family had been through. The loss of his father and brother weighed heavily on Timaeus and the very nature of his job now made the young baron feel as if he barely had control over anything. All this considered; along with all the issues that his mother’s fragile mind, his brother’s wild lifestyle, and his cousin’s stubbornness raised… it was little wonder that Timaeus was trying desperately to keep them all safe.
This family was unraveling at the seams none of them could bear another loss.
That’s why Timaeus lost it with Dorian. He was more upset with himself than with the former soldier. How could he have been so stupid not to see how Dorian saw his cousin? Why on earth had he been so blind to how lazy and manipulative he was? Even though he knew that Roxana would dispute this if he said it aloud, Timaeus blamed himself for what happened. He should have been the one to put a better guard with her.
He nodded softly in acknowledgment at her apology, the closest thing she would get to a true acceptance of it in front of this stranger. The baron had just been incredibly harsh on Dorian and he knew that he couldn’t appear to be completely soft on his cousin, not when other servants could still be paying attention. The Baron needed to maintain an image of power and authority, one that could not be shaken by the loyalties he had to the girl he saw as a sister. If he was harsh on his men, he would be harsh on his family in order to ensure that there was no perspective of favoritism. That would keep any of them from grumbling behind the Baron’s back… or at least he thought it would.
So, that’s why even though he fully believed that his sister was in the right, he still knew that there had to be some sort of punishment as well for her wandering off. He had already said it himself, she was old enough to know better. “As you should.” Timaeus said, visibly cringing at the thought of his sister needing to listen to another man’s conquests. Dorian was lucky that he was dismissed before he learned that. Timaeus may not have hesitated on drawing his sword for Dorian being so disgusting to even think of doing that in front of someone he was supposed to see as a noble lady, even though she didn’t have the status legally, “But I cannot allow you to repeat what happened today. Roxana, for the foreseeable future, you will not be permitted to visit the market alone. Either my mother, Sospatria, Maleos, or myself must accompany you. Do you understand?” Timaeus said sternly as he listed the few people he knew that he could trust with the girl’s safety without question. His own family and his most trusted officer; Maleos of Eubocris who was more brother than comrade at this point.
All things considered, it wasn’t all that bad of a punishment and Timaeus had really thrown his sister a bone by allowing Sospatria to be an option. Their cousin was almost just as bad as Roxana was and even though she was only a few years Tim’s senior, she had yet to lose that childish streak of adventure like the rest of them had as the Valaoritis brood grew older. Bringing her along as a companion would mean that Roxana wouldn’t be as bored as she might be with the duty-driven Maleos nor would she have to deal with the higher expectations expected from his mother. With any luck. Roxana might recognize this and not kick up too much of a fuss, allowing Timaeus to maintain the image of fairness while still not holding his sister at fault for what happened.
Even if she did though, a small glimmer in his eyes told her wordlessly that they would talk about this further once they didn’t have other ears listening in.
Once that was settled, he turned his attention to Maximus. Although the man did not take the hint that Timaeus had made for him to give the Lord his name, it didn’t matter all that much as he gave Timaeus the name of his unit. A small impressed smile crossed the Valaoritis’s face as he regarded the soldier in a different light, “The Fifth Phalanx, you say? What are you doing in the capital then, so far from Laconia?” This question was asked more out of sheer curiosity than anything. Laconia was a part of the Drakos holdings which were on the far northern tip of the kingdom. A part of him wondered if it had something to do with the Drakos family being nearby. It would make sense that those ladies would want members of their best unit nearby, especially the formidable Lady Tythra. Timaeus wouldn’t put it past her at all to have some soldiers here with her, not when she was just as strong-willed as the men were and were not afraid to show off her clout in the Senate when it met.
Without waiting for an answer, Timaeus waved both of them to follow him deeper into the manor. He wanted to very quickly write Maximus his recommendation letter and send the young man on his way, just in case the Valaoritis family was delaying any other commitments the soldier may have. He trusted that the pair were following him as he made his way through the labyrinth of halls, moving quickly past all the formal meeting rooms and dining halls… and right into the family’s personal quarters. Roxana would surely be confused by this, Timaeus was sure of it, but there was a purpose to it as the group stopped just short of his own personal office. After digging in his pocket for a moment, Timaeus pulled out a key to the study.
Quickly, he unlocked the door and ushered the pair inside. Immediately upon entering, they could see that although the space had no windows, it was washed with the bright glow of a half dozen candles scattered throughout the space, giving it an almost cozy feel. This was rather dangerous as the Baron had papers scattered everywhere. Piles of old reports were stacked along the walls and a carefully stacked pile of scrolls sat on the desk. Also littered throughout the room was empty wineskins and goblets clearly tossed about in rage. Roxana may have been surprised to have been allowed into this space, as it was Timaeus’s inner sanctum and where he ran away to whenever his grief became too much to bear. The room had a lock on it not to protect his secrets, but instead to protect everyone else from seeing who he became when he was alone with the ghosts of his lost loved ones.
Ignoring the mess of the place, Timaeus cleared some of the papers off of the desk and sat down. However, before he started writing, he turned to the soldier to ask two necessary questions that were needed to complete this task, “Now soldier, what is your name and who is your commanding officer?”
Hopefully, Maximus would quickly tell him so all of them could put this horrible event behind them.
Maximus still stood at attention his face still appearing stoic but inside still feeling rather awkward at the moment. Maximus wasn't really good at small talk but Timeaus seemed to be a fellow solider so perhaps Maximus can confide himself with him. However it feels as though a Frog stuck in Maximus' throat preventing him to respond to Timeaus' question about him exploring the capital. Why was it so hard to respond? "I'm off-duty my lord," Maximus finally responded. "I'm just exploring more of Colchis, It gives me a deeper appreciation of the state I'm sworn to protect."
It was part of the reason why Maximus liked to explore Colchis. He liked to see the faces of the citizens laughing and having a good time. Maximus liked to remind himself that he is fighting to protect those who cannot protect themselves. It kept him grounded so he wouldn't succumb to the mindless violence he heard many soldiers submit to. "My actions were to defend the innocent," Maximus replied to Timeaus' response to thanking him. "It is my duty to do so and not one to be praised for." Once again Maximus felt rather awkward saying that. It was what his father taught Maximus, no man should be honored for doing what's expected of him but still it was disrespectful to throw away a noble's thanks like that. "But of course," Maximus said changing the subject. "I would save lady Roxana again if necessary."
As for his commander? "Barak of Maliania sir," Maximus replied. "He's my commanding officer and I am Maximus of Laconia."
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Maximus still stood at attention his face still appearing stoic but inside still feeling rather awkward at the moment. Maximus wasn't really good at small talk but Timeaus seemed to be a fellow solider so perhaps Maximus can confide himself with him. However it feels as though a Frog stuck in Maximus' throat preventing him to respond to Timeaus' question about him exploring the capital. Why was it so hard to respond? "I'm off-duty my lord," Maximus finally responded. "I'm just exploring more of Colchis, It gives me a deeper appreciation of the state I'm sworn to protect."
It was part of the reason why Maximus liked to explore Colchis. He liked to see the faces of the citizens laughing and having a good time. Maximus liked to remind himself that he is fighting to protect those who cannot protect themselves. It kept him grounded so he wouldn't succumb to the mindless violence he heard many soldiers submit to. "My actions were to defend the innocent," Maximus replied to Timeaus' response to thanking him. "It is my duty to do so and not one to be praised for." Once again Maximus felt rather awkward saying that. It was what his father taught Maximus, no man should be honored for doing what's expected of him but still it was disrespectful to throw away a noble's thanks like that. "But of course," Maximus said changing the subject. "I would save lady Roxana again if necessary."
As for his commander? "Barak of Maliania sir," Maximus replied. "He's my commanding officer and I am Maximus of Laconia."
Maximus still stood at attention his face still appearing stoic but inside still feeling rather awkward at the moment. Maximus wasn't really good at small talk but Timeaus seemed to be a fellow solider so perhaps Maximus can confide himself with him. However it feels as though a Frog stuck in Maximus' throat preventing him to respond to Timeaus' question about him exploring the capital. Why was it so hard to respond? "I'm off-duty my lord," Maximus finally responded. "I'm just exploring more of Colchis, It gives me a deeper appreciation of the state I'm sworn to protect."
It was part of the reason why Maximus liked to explore Colchis. He liked to see the faces of the citizens laughing and having a good time. Maximus liked to remind himself that he is fighting to protect those who cannot protect themselves. It kept him grounded so he wouldn't succumb to the mindless violence he heard many soldiers submit to. "My actions were to defend the innocent," Maximus replied to Timeaus' response to thanking him. "It is my duty to do so and not one to be praised for." Once again Maximus felt rather awkward saying that. It was what his father taught Maximus, no man should be honored for doing what's expected of him but still it was disrespectful to throw away a noble's thanks like that. "But of course," Maximus said changing the subject. "I would save lady Roxana again if necessary."
As for his commander? "Barak of Maliania sir," Maximus replied. "He's my commanding officer and I am Maximus of Laconia."
"But I cannot allow you to repeat what happened today. Roxana, for the foreseeable future, you will not be permitted to visit the market alone. Either my mother, Sospatria, Maleos, or myself must accompany you. Do you understand?"
Roxana's mouth dropped open but she knew Tim's mood and knew better than to voice an argument. Her face, however, showed everything she would have said and all of her objections pretty clearly. Her temper cooled after a moment, really taking in his words and realizing they weren't all that bad, "I understand." She said softly, the wind out of her sails, knowing she had a hand in causing undue stress.
"My actions were to defend the innocent."
Tim had made it pretty clear that Roxana was not so innocent at this moment and she felt small for Max's words.
As he led them away, she realized he was leading into a family area rather than a guest one and she tried to keep her eyes down and not look at him curiously to give away what she thought. It was odd to say the least. It only became more curious as he allowed them both into his study. Now, she could not hold back her confused glances at him. What was he thinking right now, she wondered deeply. Still, she felt her words were not appropriate at this time and stayed silent.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, she looked around, taking in every nook and cranny, every paper, the candles, how important and official it all looked. Had Tim's mother even ever been in here? She wished she had time to explore by herself without Tim's watchful eye, to really read what she liked without restraint. Then again, she would also like Tim to explain what she didn't understand and discuss matters of their household as if she were a part of running things.
She waited patiently, imagining the two of them doing just that in order to pass the time.
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"But I cannot allow you to repeat what happened today. Roxana, for the foreseeable future, you will not be permitted to visit the market alone. Either my mother, Sospatria, Maleos, or myself must accompany you. Do you understand?"
Roxana's mouth dropped open but she knew Tim's mood and knew better than to voice an argument. Her face, however, showed everything she would have said and all of her objections pretty clearly. Her temper cooled after a moment, really taking in his words and realizing they weren't all that bad, "I understand." She said softly, the wind out of her sails, knowing she had a hand in causing undue stress.
"My actions were to defend the innocent."
Tim had made it pretty clear that Roxana was not so innocent at this moment and she felt small for Max's words.
As he led them away, she realized he was leading into a family area rather than a guest one and she tried to keep her eyes down and not look at him curiously to give away what she thought. It was odd to say the least. It only became more curious as he allowed them both into his study. Now, she could not hold back her confused glances at him. What was he thinking right now, she wondered deeply. Still, she felt her words were not appropriate at this time and stayed silent.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, she looked around, taking in every nook and cranny, every paper, the candles, how important and official it all looked. Had Tim's mother even ever been in here? She wished she had time to explore by herself without Tim's watchful eye, to really read what she liked without restraint. Then again, she would also like Tim to explain what she didn't understand and discuss matters of their household as if she were a part of running things.
She waited patiently, imagining the two of them doing just that in order to pass the time.
"But I cannot allow you to repeat what happened today. Roxana, for the foreseeable future, you will not be permitted to visit the market alone. Either my mother, Sospatria, Maleos, or myself must accompany you. Do you understand?"
Roxana's mouth dropped open but she knew Tim's mood and knew better than to voice an argument. Her face, however, showed everything she would have said and all of her objections pretty clearly. Her temper cooled after a moment, really taking in his words and realizing they weren't all that bad, "I understand." She said softly, the wind out of her sails, knowing she had a hand in causing undue stress.
"My actions were to defend the innocent."
Tim had made it pretty clear that Roxana was not so innocent at this moment and she felt small for Max's words.
As he led them away, she realized he was leading into a family area rather than a guest one and she tried to keep her eyes down and not look at him curiously to give away what she thought. It was odd to say the least. It only became more curious as he allowed them both into his study. Now, she could not hold back her confused glances at him. What was he thinking right now, she wondered deeply. Still, she felt her words were not appropriate at this time and stayed silent.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, she looked around, taking in every nook and cranny, every paper, the candles, how important and official it all looked. Had Tim's mother even ever been in here? She wished she had time to explore by herself without Tim's watchful eye, to really read what she liked without restraint. Then again, she would also like Tim to explain what she didn't understand and discuss matters of their household as if she were a part of running things.
She waited patiently, imagining the two of them doing just that in order to pass the time.
It’s safe to say that Maximus’s reasoning for being so far south was a bit surprising to Timaeus. After all, he had never heard of a soldier getting time off for some sightseeing of all things. Taking a vacation was not an option for many soldiers within the Colchian units and quite truthfully, Timaeus would have laughed in the face of any man who asked to take leave for that reason. But then again, Timaeus had seen all of Colchis. He grew up in the mountains of Eubocris, fought mountain lions in the forests of Lyncaea, and traveled to the beaches of Arcanes more times than he could count. As far as he was concerned, the Baron had seen everything that Colchis had had to offer and it wasn’t all that impressive to him.
That much Timaeus made clear as he cracked a light joke as he finally gathered about the paper and ink needed for Maximus’s recommendation, “ Well I’m sure that the varying views of rock and stone have been very enlightening.” Even though his tone was jovial, he couldn’t shake that wary thought in the back of his mind that suspected that there may be more to the story than he was telling.
But whatever it was, Timaeus wasn’t the most interested in hearing it. Not when the soldier insisted that the scamp of a girl next to him was ‘innocent’ and he was more than ready to save her again if need be. The Baron shot his cousin a knowing glance. They both knew she was not that innocent as he thought she was and truthfully Timaeus wasn’t keen to let another situation arise where Roxana would need help.
“ Well, gods be willing, we won’t be in this position again.” Timaeus finally said after the silence in the room had gone one for just long enough to make it awkward. Hopefully, his simple statement would put the slight uneasiness in the air to rest for a moment as he turned back to the letter.
After the soldier had provided the captain with the name of his commanding officer, Timaeus was quick to scrawl out his recommendation. As far as letters go, it was fairly generic as Tim did not know the soldier all that well beyond the act of bravery he had shown in the market; but that was still good enough to cobble together a request for this Barak of Maliania to put this soldier in a place of honor in the unit… if not directly promote him to the rank of Lieutenant. He wouldn’t be surprised if that would end being the outcome of all of this as it wasn’t every day that a soldier returned to their unit with a personal commendation from a Baron of all people. Surely, Maximus’s superiors would not fail to recognize that.
Either way, it looked as if Maximus’s decision to aid Roxana had been a life-changing one, that’s for sure.
As Timaeus finished writing the note and starting searching through the mess of papers for the wax needed to seal the note, his eyes darted up to his cousin who had thus far had not uttered a word within this inner sanctum of his. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that the glances around the space meant that the girl’s curious mind was at work. Tim honestly would have been surprised if it hadn’t been busy, given the fact that this room had always been off-limits to anyone who wasn’t the Baron. Some of the oldest papers here were several decades old and even though the majority of stuff in here was useless junk that Tim should have burned a long time ago, he knew that there were likely a few discarded letters floating about that had the answers that Roxana sought. There just had to be with the sheer amount of paper in the room, after all. But Tim didn’t know where it could be. Nor would he be allowing anyone to go looking for it. Roxana may not understand, but there were some family secrets in here that should remain buried. Tim had long ago been convinced that her knowing the truth would do more harm than good and promises had been made in this room that he had no intention of breaking.
Luckily, though, the letter was quickly closed with his family’s seal and Timaeus could send both of them on their way before Roxana could craft any ideas about how she could explore the archive of information scattered about them.
Rising from his seat, he addressed the pair as he handed the letter to the soldier, “ Thank you again Sir Maximus. The House of Valaoritis is in your debt.” It was a standard thing for the Baron to stay and his words came with the quiet implication that this promise of a promotion would be the way of fulfilling that need to repay Maximus for what he had done that day. After all, Timaeus already had more than enough on his plate, he didn’t need a soldier demanding gold or a prestigious position in the man’s household on top of that. Hopefully, this would be enough to satisfy the Laconian.
Either way, with the matter settled and the man rewarded for his efforts, the Baron saw no reason for any of them to linger in his office. “ Lady Roxana,” He said, turning to his cousin and hopefully pulling her out of any of her sticky-fingered daydreams, “ I believe my mother wanted to see you after you returned?” He then motioned towards the door with an eyebrow raised, making it clear that this polite dismissal was not a request and it was time for her to skedaddle before she got any ideas about searching the room. Luckily, she didn’t seem to put up much of a fuss and quickly headed out of the room. Timaeus wouldn’t have been surprised though if the girl was lingering somewhere nearby to see if there was an opportunity for her to sneak back in.
Once she left though, Timaeus turned back to the guest and said fairly succinctly, “Come, I’m sure that my family has taken up more than enough of your time today.” Without waiting for an answer from the man, some polite protest that it had had been no trouble at all, Timaeus made his way to the door and held it open for the man. He too caught onto the same hint as Roxana and followed shortly behind the Baron.
With everyone now out of the room, Timaeus was sure to lock the door and drop the key into his pocket before leading the man through the maze of halls. Although the pair would no doubt chatter about their experiences in the military, Tim was eager to see the man leave and go about the rest of his business. That way he and his family could put the whole messy business of the day far behind them.
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It’s safe to say that Maximus’s reasoning for being so far south was a bit surprising to Timaeus. After all, he had never heard of a soldier getting time off for some sightseeing of all things. Taking a vacation was not an option for many soldiers within the Colchian units and quite truthfully, Timaeus would have laughed in the face of any man who asked to take leave for that reason. But then again, Timaeus had seen all of Colchis. He grew up in the mountains of Eubocris, fought mountain lions in the forests of Lyncaea, and traveled to the beaches of Arcanes more times than he could count. As far as he was concerned, the Baron had seen everything that Colchis had had to offer and it wasn’t all that impressive to him.
That much Timaeus made clear as he cracked a light joke as he finally gathered about the paper and ink needed for Maximus’s recommendation, “ Well I’m sure that the varying views of rock and stone have been very enlightening.” Even though his tone was jovial, he couldn’t shake that wary thought in the back of his mind that suspected that there may be more to the story than he was telling.
But whatever it was, Timaeus wasn’t the most interested in hearing it. Not when the soldier insisted that the scamp of a girl next to him was ‘innocent’ and he was more than ready to save her again if need be. The Baron shot his cousin a knowing glance. They both knew she was not that innocent as he thought she was and truthfully Timaeus wasn’t keen to let another situation arise where Roxana would need help.
“ Well, gods be willing, we won’t be in this position again.” Timaeus finally said after the silence in the room had gone one for just long enough to make it awkward. Hopefully, his simple statement would put the slight uneasiness in the air to rest for a moment as he turned back to the letter.
After the soldier had provided the captain with the name of his commanding officer, Timaeus was quick to scrawl out his recommendation. As far as letters go, it was fairly generic as Tim did not know the soldier all that well beyond the act of bravery he had shown in the market; but that was still good enough to cobble together a request for this Barak of Maliania to put this soldier in a place of honor in the unit… if not directly promote him to the rank of Lieutenant. He wouldn’t be surprised if that would end being the outcome of all of this as it wasn’t every day that a soldier returned to their unit with a personal commendation from a Baron of all people. Surely, Maximus’s superiors would not fail to recognize that.
Either way, it looked as if Maximus’s decision to aid Roxana had been a life-changing one, that’s for sure.
As Timaeus finished writing the note and starting searching through the mess of papers for the wax needed to seal the note, his eyes darted up to his cousin who had thus far had not uttered a word within this inner sanctum of his. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that the glances around the space meant that the girl’s curious mind was at work. Tim honestly would have been surprised if it hadn’t been busy, given the fact that this room had always been off-limits to anyone who wasn’t the Baron. Some of the oldest papers here were several decades old and even though the majority of stuff in here was useless junk that Tim should have burned a long time ago, he knew that there were likely a few discarded letters floating about that had the answers that Roxana sought. There just had to be with the sheer amount of paper in the room, after all. But Tim didn’t know where it could be. Nor would he be allowing anyone to go looking for it. Roxana may not understand, but there were some family secrets in here that should remain buried. Tim had long ago been convinced that her knowing the truth would do more harm than good and promises had been made in this room that he had no intention of breaking.
Luckily, though, the letter was quickly closed with his family’s seal and Timaeus could send both of them on their way before Roxana could craft any ideas about how she could explore the archive of information scattered about them.
Rising from his seat, he addressed the pair as he handed the letter to the soldier, “ Thank you again Sir Maximus. The House of Valaoritis is in your debt.” It was a standard thing for the Baron to stay and his words came with the quiet implication that this promise of a promotion would be the way of fulfilling that need to repay Maximus for what he had done that day. After all, Timaeus already had more than enough on his plate, he didn’t need a soldier demanding gold or a prestigious position in the man’s household on top of that. Hopefully, this would be enough to satisfy the Laconian.
Either way, with the matter settled and the man rewarded for his efforts, the Baron saw no reason for any of them to linger in his office. “ Lady Roxana,” He said, turning to his cousin and hopefully pulling her out of any of her sticky-fingered daydreams, “ I believe my mother wanted to see you after you returned?” He then motioned towards the door with an eyebrow raised, making it clear that this polite dismissal was not a request and it was time for her to skedaddle before she got any ideas about searching the room. Luckily, she didn’t seem to put up much of a fuss and quickly headed out of the room. Timaeus wouldn’t have been surprised though if the girl was lingering somewhere nearby to see if there was an opportunity for her to sneak back in.
Once she left though, Timaeus turned back to the guest and said fairly succinctly, “Come, I’m sure that my family has taken up more than enough of your time today.” Without waiting for an answer from the man, some polite protest that it had had been no trouble at all, Timaeus made his way to the door and held it open for the man. He too caught onto the same hint as Roxana and followed shortly behind the Baron.
With everyone now out of the room, Timaeus was sure to lock the door and drop the key into his pocket before leading the man through the maze of halls. Although the pair would no doubt chatter about their experiences in the military, Tim was eager to see the man leave and go about the rest of his business. That way he and his family could put the whole messy business of the day far behind them.
It’s safe to say that Maximus’s reasoning for being so far south was a bit surprising to Timaeus. After all, he had never heard of a soldier getting time off for some sightseeing of all things. Taking a vacation was not an option for many soldiers within the Colchian units and quite truthfully, Timaeus would have laughed in the face of any man who asked to take leave for that reason. But then again, Timaeus had seen all of Colchis. He grew up in the mountains of Eubocris, fought mountain lions in the forests of Lyncaea, and traveled to the beaches of Arcanes more times than he could count. As far as he was concerned, the Baron had seen everything that Colchis had had to offer and it wasn’t all that impressive to him.
That much Timaeus made clear as he cracked a light joke as he finally gathered about the paper and ink needed for Maximus’s recommendation, “ Well I’m sure that the varying views of rock and stone have been very enlightening.” Even though his tone was jovial, he couldn’t shake that wary thought in the back of his mind that suspected that there may be more to the story than he was telling.
But whatever it was, Timaeus wasn’t the most interested in hearing it. Not when the soldier insisted that the scamp of a girl next to him was ‘innocent’ and he was more than ready to save her again if need be. The Baron shot his cousin a knowing glance. They both knew she was not that innocent as he thought she was and truthfully Timaeus wasn’t keen to let another situation arise where Roxana would need help.
“ Well, gods be willing, we won’t be in this position again.” Timaeus finally said after the silence in the room had gone one for just long enough to make it awkward. Hopefully, his simple statement would put the slight uneasiness in the air to rest for a moment as he turned back to the letter.
After the soldier had provided the captain with the name of his commanding officer, Timaeus was quick to scrawl out his recommendation. As far as letters go, it was fairly generic as Tim did not know the soldier all that well beyond the act of bravery he had shown in the market; but that was still good enough to cobble together a request for this Barak of Maliania to put this soldier in a place of honor in the unit… if not directly promote him to the rank of Lieutenant. He wouldn’t be surprised if that would end being the outcome of all of this as it wasn’t every day that a soldier returned to their unit with a personal commendation from a Baron of all people. Surely, Maximus’s superiors would not fail to recognize that.
Either way, it looked as if Maximus’s decision to aid Roxana had been a life-changing one, that’s for sure.
As Timaeus finished writing the note and starting searching through the mess of papers for the wax needed to seal the note, his eyes darted up to his cousin who had thus far had not uttered a word within this inner sanctum of his. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that the glances around the space meant that the girl’s curious mind was at work. Tim honestly would have been surprised if it hadn’t been busy, given the fact that this room had always been off-limits to anyone who wasn’t the Baron. Some of the oldest papers here were several decades old and even though the majority of stuff in here was useless junk that Tim should have burned a long time ago, he knew that there were likely a few discarded letters floating about that had the answers that Roxana sought. There just had to be with the sheer amount of paper in the room, after all. But Tim didn’t know where it could be. Nor would he be allowing anyone to go looking for it. Roxana may not understand, but there were some family secrets in here that should remain buried. Tim had long ago been convinced that her knowing the truth would do more harm than good and promises had been made in this room that he had no intention of breaking.
Luckily, though, the letter was quickly closed with his family’s seal and Timaeus could send both of them on their way before Roxana could craft any ideas about how she could explore the archive of information scattered about them.
Rising from his seat, he addressed the pair as he handed the letter to the soldier, “ Thank you again Sir Maximus. The House of Valaoritis is in your debt.” It was a standard thing for the Baron to stay and his words came with the quiet implication that this promise of a promotion would be the way of fulfilling that need to repay Maximus for what he had done that day. After all, Timaeus already had more than enough on his plate, he didn’t need a soldier demanding gold or a prestigious position in the man’s household on top of that. Hopefully, this would be enough to satisfy the Laconian.
Either way, with the matter settled and the man rewarded for his efforts, the Baron saw no reason for any of them to linger in his office. “ Lady Roxana,” He said, turning to his cousin and hopefully pulling her out of any of her sticky-fingered daydreams, “ I believe my mother wanted to see you after you returned?” He then motioned towards the door with an eyebrow raised, making it clear that this polite dismissal was not a request and it was time for her to skedaddle before she got any ideas about searching the room. Luckily, she didn’t seem to put up much of a fuss and quickly headed out of the room. Timaeus wouldn’t have been surprised though if the girl was lingering somewhere nearby to see if there was an opportunity for her to sneak back in.
Once she left though, Timaeus turned back to the guest and said fairly succinctly, “Come, I’m sure that my family has taken up more than enough of your time today.” Without waiting for an answer from the man, some polite protest that it had had been no trouble at all, Timaeus made his way to the door and held it open for the man. He too caught onto the same hint as Roxana and followed shortly behind the Baron.
With everyone now out of the room, Timaeus was sure to lock the door and drop the key into his pocket before leading the man through the maze of halls. Although the pair would no doubt chatter about their experiences in the military, Tim was eager to see the man leave and go about the rest of his business. That way he and his family could put the whole messy business of the day far behind them.