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It was one of the most pleasing or annoying (depending on the day and the person doing the thinking) characteristics of Nikolias Condos that he hated seeing people in pain. And he knew that most likely, Irakles' family was in mental anguish. Grief, it seemed, never went away, this side of the Underworld...and well, once you were in the Underworld yourself, did you even notice? The people in the underworld, supposedly, were nothing but shades. (Despite the faith he had been raised with, Nikolias sincerely doubted that bit of it, since bodies had to be buried, too, so the dead person didn't basically walk the earth. He wondered why bury a body you weren't presumably going to use, but he would probably never dare to say so.)
Despite his doubts and questions about that particular Greek belief, and the fact that he really didn’t know how he could help the family deal with such a loss, Nikolias was aware that respects still had to be paid as a matter of course. It was with this in mind that he visited the Archontiko Mikaelidas.
He knocked on the door that afternoon feeling distinctly uncomfortable for more than one reason. Not only would he presumably have to watch the family grieve, but he was still dealing with his own feelings. Irakles had been one of the people he always looked forward to seeing at social gatherings. He positively dreaded the next time he would have to go to something, imagining that those people his family were tense with would seem to fill the room on all sides.
Still, he was aware that the immediate family must be feeling much worse than he did. He hoped Emilios, in particular, was doing all right, as Nikolias had heard that Emilios was the new head of house. Nikolias knew how daunting that probably was from experience. At least Emilios wasn’t an only child. If he’d had someone else to share his fears with, perhaps Nikolias would have done better than he did when he had become head of House Condos. He sighed at his memories, though he realized that he could perhaps prevent the same type of thing from overwhelming Emilios by being there to listen if and when he needed it.
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It was one of the most pleasing or annoying (depending on the day and the person doing the thinking) characteristics of Nikolias Condos that he hated seeing people in pain. And he knew that most likely, Irakles' family was in mental anguish. Grief, it seemed, never went away, this side of the Underworld...and well, once you were in the Underworld yourself, did you even notice? The people in the underworld, supposedly, were nothing but shades. (Despite the faith he had been raised with, Nikolias sincerely doubted that bit of it, since bodies had to be buried, too, so the dead person didn't basically walk the earth. He wondered why bury a body you weren't presumably going to use, but he would probably never dare to say so.)
Despite his doubts and questions about that particular Greek belief, and the fact that he really didn’t know how he could help the family deal with such a loss, Nikolias was aware that respects still had to be paid as a matter of course. It was with this in mind that he visited the Archontiko Mikaelidas.
He knocked on the door that afternoon feeling distinctly uncomfortable for more than one reason. Not only would he presumably have to watch the family grieve, but he was still dealing with his own feelings. Irakles had been one of the people he always looked forward to seeing at social gatherings. He positively dreaded the next time he would have to go to something, imagining that those people his family were tense with would seem to fill the room on all sides.
Still, he was aware that the immediate family must be feeling much worse than he did. He hoped Emilios, in particular, was doing all right, as Nikolias had heard that Emilios was the new head of house. Nikolias knew how daunting that probably was from experience. At least Emilios wasn’t an only child. If he’d had someone else to share his fears with, perhaps Nikolias would have done better than he did when he had become head of House Condos. He sighed at his memories, though he realized that he could perhaps prevent the same type of thing from overwhelming Emilios by being there to listen if and when he needed it.
It was one of the most pleasing or annoying (depending on the day and the person doing the thinking) characteristics of Nikolias Condos that he hated seeing people in pain. And he knew that most likely, Irakles' family was in mental anguish. Grief, it seemed, never went away, this side of the Underworld...and well, once you were in the Underworld yourself, did you even notice? The people in the underworld, supposedly, were nothing but shades. (Despite the faith he had been raised with, Nikolias sincerely doubted that bit of it, since bodies had to be buried, too, so the dead person didn't basically walk the earth. He wondered why bury a body you weren't presumably going to use, but he would probably never dare to say so.)
Despite his doubts and questions about that particular Greek belief, and the fact that he really didn’t know how he could help the family deal with such a loss, Nikolias was aware that respects still had to be paid as a matter of course. It was with this in mind that he visited the Archontiko Mikaelidas.
He knocked on the door that afternoon feeling distinctly uncomfortable for more than one reason. Not only would he presumably have to watch the family grieve, but he was still dealing with his own feelings. Irakles had been one of the people he always looked forward to seeing at social gatherings. He positively dreaded the next time he would have to go to something, imagining that those people his family were tense with would seem to fill the room on all sides.
Still, he was aware that the immediate family must be feeling much worse than he did. He hoped Emilios, in particular, was doing all right, as Nikolias had heard that Emilios was the new head of house. Nikolias knew how daunting that probably was from experience. At least Emilios wasn’t an only child. If he’d had someone else to share his fears with, perhaps Nikolias would have done better than he did when he had become head of House Condos. He sighed at his memories, though he realized that he could perhaps prevent the same type of thing from overwhelming Emilios by being there to listen if and when he needed it.
The death of his father still felt so fresh on him, and Emilios was trying his best not to focus on it. How could he worry about a dead man now, when his soul already belonged to Hades? As much as Emilios wanted to dwell on his emotions (for that was what he was best at doing), he knew he had to stop. Theo was right-- he needed to act as the head of house and not the petulant child he was acting like, in that moment. So it only made sense that he was the one who was cleaning up his study. It was easier to send the servants off to do other things.
But he needed to be the one to go through his father’s things. If there was anything that would help take the blame off Stephanos, then he wanted to find it. The servants didn’t need to stumble upon it. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he needed to align himself with one or two slaves. Perhaps if he had someone on his side, he could find what he needed. As much as he didn’t want to think his father a murderer, it was impossible not to think that he might have had something to do with it. And the fact that his will was changed only made him believe it moreso.
And it made him hate the man who raised him, just a bit more.
It was as he was finishing picking up the pieces of the broken decor that he was informed of a friendly face back at the door. While he was frowning at the idea of having to entertain anyone, Emilios was happy for the distraction. He didn’t want to think about Theo, or his brother, or the lack of power he held in his position as head of house. It would be nice to have to not focus on the truth behind his pain. He knew exactly why Nikolias was there, and was a little surprised with how soon he showed up. Most people simply had sent notes, wishing him condolences-- at least the house was in order for company.
Emilios didn’t bother to straighten his appearance, allowing the white shirt and black pants to be a little out of sorts. There was no reason to hide, in his mind. This was who he was, and most people were aware of how emotional the youngest was. His boots made no noise against the stones of the floor, padding to the front hall where the man had been led in and was waiting. With a smile, he reached a hand out to Nikolias. ”Lord Condos, it is good to see you.” Firmly shaking his hand, he shoved them into a pocket and sighed. ”Come, why don’t we go to my study. We can speak privately.” He knew that the man knew the way, so he turned and walked towards the study, wondering exactly what he wanted besides to share a word of comfort.
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The death of his father still felt so fresh on him, and Emilios was trying his best not to focus on it. How could he worry about a dead man now, when his soul already belonged to Hades? As much as Emilios wanted to dwell on his emotions (for that was what he was best at doing), he knew he had to stop. Theo was right-- he needed to act as the head of house and not the petulant child he was acting like, in that moment. So it only made sense that he was the one who was cleaning up his study. It was easier to send the servants off to do other things.
But he needed to be the one to go through his father’s things. If there was anything that would help take the blame off Stephanos, then he wanted to find it. The servants didn’t need to stumble upon it. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he needed to align himself with one or two slaves. Perhaps if he had someone on his side, he could find what he needed. As much as he didn’t want to think his father a murderer, it was impossible not to think that he might have had something to do with it. And the fact that his will was changed only made him believe it moreso.
And it made him hate the man who raised him, just a bit more.
It was as he was finishing picking up the pieces of the broken decor that he was informed of a friendly face back at the door. While he was frowning at the idea of having to entertain anyone, Emilios was happy for the distraction. He didn’t want to think about Theo, or his brother, or the lack of power he held in his position as head of house. It would be nice to have to not focus on the truth behind his pain. He knew exactly why Nikolias was there, and was a little surprised with how soon he showed up. Most people simply had sent notes, wishing him condolences-- at least the house was in order for company.
Emilios didn’t bother to straighten his appearance, allowing the white shirt and black pants to be a little out of sorts. There was no reason to hide, in his mind. This was who he was, and most people were aware of how emotional the youngest was. His boots made no noise against the stones of the floor, padding to the front hall where the man had been led in and was waiting. With a smile, he reached a hand out to Nikolias. ”Lord Condos, it is good to see you.” Firmly shaking his hand, he shoved them into a pocket and sighed. ”Come, why don’t we go to my study. We can speak privately.” He knew that the man knew the way, so he turned and walked towards the study, wondering exactly what he wanted besides to share a word of comfort.
The death of his father still felt so fresh on him, and Emilios was trying his best not to focus on it. How could he worry about a dead man now, when his soul already belonged to Hades? As much as Emilios wanted to dwell on his emotions (for that was what he was best at doing), he knew he had to stop. Theo was right-- he needed to act as the head of house and not the petulant child he was acting like, in that moment. So it only made sense that he was the one who was cleaning up his study. It was easier to send the servants off to do other things.
But he needed to be the one to go through his father’s things. If there was anything that would help take the blame off Stephanos, then he wanted to find it. The servants didn’t need to stumble upon it. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he needed to align himself with one or two slaves. Perhaps if he had someone on his side, he could find what he needed. As much as he didn’t want to think his father a murderer, it was impossible not to think that he might have had something to do with it. And the fact that his will was changed only made him believe it moreso.
And it made him hate the man who raised him, just a bit more.
It was as he was finishing picking up the pieces of the broken decor that he was informed of a friendly face back at the door. While he was frowning at the idea of having to entertain anyone, Emilios was happy for the distraction. He didn’t want to think about Theo, or his brother, or the lack of power he held in his position as head of house. It would be nice to have to not focus on the truth behind his pain. He knew exactly why Nikolias was there, and was a little surprised with how soon he showed up. Most people simply had sent notes, wishing him condolences-- at least the house was in order for company.
Emilios didn’t bother to straighten his appearance, allowing the white shirt and black pants to be a little out of sorts. There was no reason to hide, in his mind. This was who he was, and most people were aware of how emotional the youngest was. His boots made no noise against the stones of the floor, padding to the front hall where the man had been led in and was waiting. With a smile, he reached a hand out to Nikolias. ”Lord Condos, it is good to see you.” Firmly shaking his hand, he shoved them into a pocket and sighed. ”Come, why don’t we go to my study. We can speak privately.” He knew that the man knew the way, so he turned and walked towards the study, wondering exactly what he wanted besides to share a word of comfort.
For Emilios' sake, or for the country's- which should Nikolias pray the most for? He was questioning this as he greeted Emilios and walked to his study. He was, of course, not going to say anything about his own involvement in Stephanos' ousting. The truth was that he was still unsure exactly who or whom was at fault for the murders, but that he would put nothing past anyone at this point.
He had to say something, though, and Emilios seemed to him to especially need comfort at this moment, he thought as he took a seat.
"I respected your father very much, and I'm sorry he's gone. This house will never be the same, nor will the atmosphere at social events, at least for me." He was quiet for a minute after that, remembering past events and trying not to think of how awkward future ones would likely be at first. "And I hope you find something...." he added.
While he was not in favor of Stephanos being king ever again, Nikolias couldn't bring himself to wish that Emilios would fail in his quest to find evidence clearing his brother's name. He couldn't bring himself to wish him failure today, anyway. Today was about respect for the dead and familial obligations.
"I'm not sure I would wish this on anyone, not even my worst enemy." He smiled a little, if ruefully, amused by his own wording. But he meant it- both in that this would probably be a troubling situation for anyone, and that if all of Greece's enemies died- at least if they all died at once- there would be no more war to bring glory to them. Nikolias had stopped caring about such things as glory in war after the way the last war he'd fought in had traumatized him. Glory in the hunt was more his speed today, but nobody needed to know that.
Besides that, however, Nikolias really did hope Emilios found something, as he had just put it. Finding anything that provided a definitive enough clue to ease some of the tension in Taengea right now would be an unspeakable relief.
"Tell me- how's that going so far?"
It must be difficult trying to sort through the belongings of the deceased. Especially with the collective Taengean population holding its breath.
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For Emilios' sake, or for the country's- which should Nikolias pray the most for? He was questioning this as he greeted Emilios and walked to his study. He was, of course, not going to say anything about his own involvement in Stephanos' ousting. The truth was that he was still unsure exactly who or whom was at fault for the murders, but that he would put nothing past anyone at this point.
He had to say something, though, and Emilios seemed to him to especially need comfort at this moment, he thought as he took a seat.
"I respected your father very much, and I'm sorry he's gone. This house will never be the same, nor will the atmosphere at social events, at least for me." He was quiet for a minute after that, remembering past events and trying not to think of how awkward future ones would likely be at first. "And I hope you find something...." he added.
While he was not in favor of Stephanos being king ever again, Nikolias couldn't bring himself to wish that Emilios would fail in his quest to find evidence clearing his brother's name. He couldn't bring himself to wish him failure today, anyway. Today was about respect for the dead and familial obligations.
"I'm not sure I would wish this on anyone, not even my worst enemy." He smiled a little, if ruefully, amused by his own wording. But he meant it- both in that this would probably be a troubling situation for anyone, and that if all of Greece's enemies died- at least if they all died at once- there would be no more war to bring glory to them. Nikolias had stopped caring about such things as glory in war after the way the last war he'd fought in had traumatized him. Glory in the hunt was more his speed today, but nobody needed to know that.
Besides that, however, Nikolias really did hope Emilios found something, as he had just put it. Finding anything that provided a definitive enough clue to ease some of the tension in Taengea right now would be an unspeakable relief.
"Tell me- how's that going so far?"
It must be difficult trying to sort through the belongings of the deceased. Especially with the collective Taengean population holding its breath.
For Emilios' sake, or for the country's- which should Nikolias pray the most for? He was questioning this as he greeted Emilios and walked to his study. He was, of course, not going to say anything about his own involvement in Stephanos' ousting. The truth was that he was still unsure exactly who or whom was at fault for the murders, but that he would put nothing past anyone at this point.
He had to say something, though, and Emilios seemed to him to especially need comfort at this moment, he thought as he took a seat.
"I respected your father very much, and I'm sorry he's gone. This house will never be the same, nor will the atmosphere at social events, at least for me." He was quiet for a minute after that, remembering past events and trying not to think of how awkward future ones would likely be at first. "And I hope you find something...." he added.
While he was not in favor of Stephanos being king ever again, Nikolias couldn't bring himself to wish that Emilios would fail in his quest to find evidence clearing his brother's name. He couldn't bring himself to wish him failure today, anyway. Today was about respect for the dead and familial obligations.
"I'm not sure I would wish this on anyone, not even my worst enemy." He smiled a little, if ruefully, amused by his own wording. But he meant it- both in that this would probably be a troubling situation for anyone, and that if all of Greece's enemies died- at least if they all died at once- there would be no more war to bring glory to them. Nikolias had stopped caring about such things as glory in war after the way the last war he'd fought in had traumatized him. Glory in the hunt was more his speed today, but nobody needed to know that.
Besides that, however, Nikolias really did hope Emilios found something, as he had just put it. Finding anything that provided a definitive enough clue to ease some of the tension in Taengea right now would be an unspeakable relief.
"Tell me- how's that going so far?"
It must be difficult trying to sort through the belongings of the deceased. Especially with the collective Taengean population holding its breath.
It was not a secret that Emilios gave little thought to politics until now. He had always been the second born, and while his father was, too, Emilios liked Stephanos’ view of being second born. Irakles took his birth order as a sign that he needed to always be ready to take over. Stephanos and Emilios both doubted where they would end up and insisted on enjoying what life offered. And then, in a blink, Stephanos was no longer king and he was working to manage the kingdom.
The fucking tables had certainly turned.
And knowing that, Emilios was on his guard with those who he was not sure of their position. What he knew for certain was that someone other than Stephanos had killed the king and his brother. What he knew was that there was someone who was guilty of the crimes running free. And what he knew was that he was determined to clear his cousin’s name. If the man would not be king, he would at least get to reside in the land of his father and cousins.
“Yes, my father certainly will be missed.” It took every ounce of strength for him not to say more, for him to keep his tongue quiet. He wished to say that the house would be even better, for there was no longer a whore sitting next to a king. Or that his father’s death was the most exciting thing that he’d done for a party in years. But he had to learn to keep his mouth shut, and so he did. And he knew that his brother would be proud that he’d kept his thoughts to himself.
Though he did make a note to tell his brother.
“My father thought there might be a lead in Dimitrou’s land. I shall be investigating that.” If there was anything there at all. He didn’t want to think that his father had anything to do with it, but he was unsure of his role. There was hope that maybe there was a lead, but he was doubtful. “My hope is that whoever did was already executed.” But they were just the blade, the ones who cut the head. He was sure that the hand would be found elsewhere. Someone would have led the Creed. He just hoped to find out who in time to clear his cousin’s name.
Emilios pushed the door open to his study, glad that new furniture was in place from his meltdown. The desk stayed, but the chairs were new, as were most of the pottery. He had rearranged the room as well, putting his desk by the window to let far more light into the space than his father ever had. “Sit. I’ll have wine brought in, unless you’d prefer something else?” He asked, waiting until he had made his choice before summoning a maid to bring it. Once that was done, he took a seat behind his desk.
His question was one that he thought about for a moment. There was no reason to answer right away, and his quiet could be seen as pensive. “I am doing as well as can be expected. I certainly never thought I would be in this position. So I am learning as I go, I suppose.” He didn’t feel the need to share his meltdown, or his conversations with his brother. “He would not have wanted me to focus on his death, not with war on our heels. I will mourn him later, I suppose.” He said, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “We do what we must.”
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It was not a secret that Emilios gave little thought to politics until now. He had always been the second born, and while his father was, too, Emilios liked Stephanos’ view of being second born. Irakles took his birth order as a sign that he needed to always be ready to take over. Stephanos and Emilios both doubted where they would end up and insisted on enjoying what life offered. And then, in a blink, Stephanos was no longer king and he was working to manage the kingdom.
The fucking tables had certainly turned.
And knowing that, Emilios was on his guard with those who he was not sure of their position. What he knew for certain was that someone other than Stephanos had killed the king and his brother. What he knew was that there was someone who was guilty of the crimes running free. And what he knew was that he was determined to clear his cousin’s name. If the man would not be king, he would at least get to reside in the land of his father and cousins.
“Yes, my father certainly will be missed.” It took every ounce of strength for him not to say more, for him to keep his tongue quiet. He wished to say that the house would be even better, for there was no longer a whore sitting next to a king. Or that his father’s death was the most exciting thing that he’d done for a party in years. But he had to learn to keep his mouth shut, and so he did. And he knew that his brother would be proud that he’d kept his thoughts to himself.
Though he did make a note to tell his brother.
“My father thought there might be a lead in Dimitrou’s land. I shall be investigating that.” If there was anything there at all. He didn’t want to think that his father had anything to do with it, but he was unsure of his role. There was hope that maybe there was a lead, but he was doubtful. “My hope is that whoever did was already executed.” But they were just the blade, the ones who cut the head. He was sure that the hand would be found elsewhere. Someone would have led the Creed. He just hoped to find out who in time to clear his cousin’s name.
Emilios pushed the door open to his study, glad that new furniture was in place from his meltdown. The desk stayed, but the chairs were new, as were most of the pottery. He had rearranged the room as well, putting his desk by the window to let far more light into the space than his father ever had. “Sit. I’ll have wine brought in, unless you’d prefer something else?” He asked, waiting until he had made his choice before summoning a maid to bring it. Once that was done, he took a seat behind his desk.
His question was one that he thought about for a moment. There was no reason to answer right away, and his quiet could be seen as pensive. “I am doing as well as can be expected. I certainly never thought I would be in this position. So I am learning as I go, I suppose.” He didn’t feel the need to share his meltdown, or his conversations with his brother. “He would not have wanted me to focus on his death, not with war on our heels. I will mourn him later, I suppose.” He said, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “We do what we must.”
It was not a secret that Emilios gave little thought to politics until now. He had always been the second born, and while his father was, too, Emilios liked Stephanos’ view of being second born. Irakles took his birth order as a sign that he needed to always be ready to take over. Stephanos and Emilios both doubted where they would end up and insisted on enjoying what life offered. And then, in a blink, Stephanos was no longer king and he was working to manage the kingdom.
The fucking tables had certainly turned.
And knowing that, Emilios was on his guard with those who he was not sure of their position. What he knew for certain was that someone other than Stephanos had killed the king and his brother. What he knew was that there was someone who was guilty of the crimes running free. And what he knew was that he was determined to clear his cousin’s name. If the man would not be king, he would at least get to reside in the land of his father and cousins.
“Yes, my father certainly will be missed.” It took every ounce of strength for him not to say more, for him to keep his tongue quiet. He wished to say that the house would be even better, for there was no longer a whore sitting next to a king. Or that his father’s death was the most exciting thing that he’d done for a party in years. But he had to learn to keep his mouth shut, and so he did. And he knew that his brother would be proud that he’d kept his thoughts to himself.
Though he did make a note to tell his brother.
“My father thought there might be a lead in Dimitrou’s land. I shall be investigating that.” If there was anything there at all. He didn’t want to think that his father had anything to do with it, but he was unsure of his role. There was hope that maybe there was a lead, but he was doubtful. “My hope is that whoever did was already executed.” But they were just the blade, the ones who cut the head. He was sure that the hand would be found elsewhere. Someone would have led the Creed. He just hoped to find out who in time to clear his cousin’s name.
Emilios pushed the door open to his study, glad that new furniture was in place from his meltdown. The desk stayed, but the chairs were new, as were most of the pottery. He had rearranged the room as well, putting his desk by the window to let far more light into the space than his father ever had. “Sit. I’ll have wine brought in, unless you’d prefer something else?” He asked, waiting until he had made his choice before summoning a maid to bring it. Once that was done, he took a seat behind his desk.
His question was one that he thought about for a moment. There was no reason to answer right away, and his quiet could be seen as pensive. “I am doing as well as can be expected. I certainly never thought I would be in this position. So I am learning as I go, I suppose.” He didn’t feel the need to share his meltdown, or his conversations with his brother. “He would not have wanted me to focus on his death, not with war on our heels. I will mourn him later, I suppose.” He said, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “We do what we must.”
Nikolias was surprised there was any lead anywhere, truth be told, even if it might only end up being a tiny hint. From the way things had been going lately, it seemed the gods were having a great time trying to send the country to the underworld in a hand basket. However, he fervently hoped that whatever it was turned out to be nothing, after all, because the idea that the Dimitrous might be involved bothered him. He knew it might be construed as selfish for him to wish that none of his own friends were involved, but he couldn't seem to help it- social interactions were always awkward enough for Nikolias. He couldn't imagine himself being able to blurt out 'Did anyone in your family kill the king?' to Gavriil. That would probably really put their friendship to the test! But he couldn't say that he hoped the possible lead turned out to be nothing and live with himself, so instead he merely said, "I hope something is found soon." He silently agreed that it would be best if the person- or persons- who committed the crime were already dead. To his way of thinking, Taengea had already suffered enough unpleasant surprises.
He accepted the offered wine gladly, though he really wasn't sure what else he could say to pass the time. Perhaps it would be enough for Emilios to know he wasn't the only one who would probably be glad when this was over. He nodded to Emilios' comment that Irakles would not have wanted his sons to focus on his death. On the other hand...
"Perhaps the underworld is a little livelier for his being there," he mused with a rueful smile. Irakles had seemed to Nikolias to love food, wine, and the comforts of life too much to want to give them up very easily.
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Nikolias was surprised there was any lead anywhere, truth be told, even if it might only end up being a tiny hint. From the way things had been going lately, it seemed the gods were having a great time trying to send the country to the underworld in a hand basket. However, he fervently hoped that whatever it was turned out to be nothing, after all, because the idea that the Dimitrous might be involved bothered him. He knew it might be construed as selfish for him to wish that none of his own friends were involved, but he couldn't seem to help it- social interactions were always awkward enough for Nikolias. He couldn't imagine himself being able to blurt out 'Did anyone in your family kill the king?' to Gavriil. That would probably really put their friendship to the test! But he couldn't say that he hoped the possible lead turned out to be nothing and live with himself, so instead he merely said, "I hope something is found soon." He silently agreed that it would be best if the person- or persons- who committed the crime were already dead. To his way of thinking, Taengea had already suffered enough unpleasant surprises.
He accepted the offered wine gladly, though he really wasn't sure what else he could say to pass the time. Perhaps it would be enough for Emilios to know he wasn't the only one who would probably be glad when this was over. He nodded to Emilios' comment that Irakles would not have wanted his sons to focus on his death. On the other hand...
"Perhaps the underworld is a little livelier for his being there," he mused with a rueful smile. Irakles had seemed to Nikolias to love food, wine, and the comforts of life too much to want to give them up very easily.
Nikolias was surprised there was any lead anywhere, truth be told, even if it might only end up being a tiny hint. From the way things had been going lately, it seemed the gods were having a great time trying to send the country to the underworld in a hand basket. However, he fervently hoped that whatever it was turned out to be nothing, after all, because the idea that the Dimitrous might be involved bothered him. He knew it might be construed as selfish for him to wish that none of his own friends were involved, but he couldn't seem to help it- social interactions were always awkward enough for Nikolias. He couldn't imagine himself being able to blurt out 'Did anyone in your family kill the king?' to Gavriil. That would probably really put their friendship to the test! But he couldn't say that he hoped the possible lead turned out to be nothing and live with himself, so instead he merely said, "I hope something is found soon." He silently agreed that it would be best if the person- or persons- who committed the crime were already dead. To his way of thinking, Taengea had already suffered enough unpleasant surprises.
He accepted the offered wine gladly, though he really wasn't sure what else he could say to pass the time. Perhaps it would be enough for Emilios to know he wasn't the only one who would probably be glad when this was over. He nodded to Emilios' comment that Irakles would not have wanted his sons to focus on his death. On the other hand...
"Perhaps the underworld is a little livelier for his being there," he mused with a rueful smile. Irakles had seemed to Nikolias to love food, wine, and the comforts of life too much to want to give them up very easily.
He wondered just what had brought the man out here. Was he trying to determine just where the newly crowned prince stood? Was he trying to simply reach out to a family friend because there was genuine care for the boys? Or was it something else. Emilios couldn’t quite figure it out, and his political know-how was minimal. There was little he had learned from his father about how to manage politics, so he had very little instinct on what to watch for.
If it had been a woman, it would have been a completely different story.
“Perhaps you could do me a favor, Lord Condos.” Emilios was almost certain that the man in front of him had nothing to do with the deaths of his uncle or the persecution of Stephanos. And yet there was no way to know for sure. But maybe he could figure it out by simply asking the man to help him. “There is little trust for me in the courts, and my past behavior does give them reason. But they trust you, and people will listen and talk with you.” Taking a slow sip of his wine, the man was carefully watching the elder across from him. Perhaps he could figure out something of his reaction. “Do you think you could be discreet?”
He set down his goblet onto the table, his hands folding together as he leaned over the desk. “If you think it possible, I would like it if you kept your ear to the ground, maybe ask questions if you can do so without causing alarm. I hope to be able to find evidence of who killed my uncle, as was my father’s hopes before he passed. I think it would help his soul rest if he knew that the killer had been located. I intend to follow up on every lead, as time will allow. And it would be helpful to have a loyal man, such as yourself, helping aid my father’s crusade.” His shoulders lifted in a boyish shrug, “But only if you feel the need, my lord. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you’d be of great help.”
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He wondered just what had brought the man out here. Was he trying to determine just where the newly crowned prince stood? Was he trying to simply reach out to a family friend because there was genuine care for the boys? Or was it something else. Emilios couldn’t quite figure it out, and his political know-how was minimal. There was little he had learned from his father about how to manage politics, so he had very little instinct on what to watch for.
If it had been a woman, it would have been a completely different story.
“Perhaps you could do me a favor, Lord Condos.” Emilios was almost certain that the man in front of him had nothing to do with the deaths of his uncle or the persecution of Stephanos. And yet there was no way to know for sure. But maybe he could figure it out by simply asking the man to help him. “There is little trust for me in the courts, and my past behavior does give them reason. But they trust you, and people will listen and talk with you.” Taking a slow sip of his wine, the man was carefully watching the elder across from him. Perhaps he could figure out something of his reaction. “Do you think you could be discreet?”
He set down his goblet onto the table, his hands folding together as he leaned over the desk. “If you think it possible, I would like it if you kept your ear to the ground, maybe ask questions if you can do so without causing alarm. I hope to be able to find evidence of who killed my uncle, as was my father’s hopes before he passed. I think it would help his soul rest if he knew that the killer had been located. I intend to follow up on every lead, as time will allow. And it would be helpful to have a loyal man, such as yourself, helping aid my father’s crusade.” His shoulders lifted in a boyish shrug, “But only if you feel the need, my lord. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you’d be of great help.”
He wondered just what had brought the man out here. Was he trying to determine just where the newly crowned prince stood? Was he trying to simply reach out to a family friend because there was genuine care for the boys? Or was it something else. Emilios couldn’t quite figure it out, and his political know-how was minimal. There was little he had learned from his father about how to manage politics, so he had very little instinct on what to watch for.
If it had been a woman, it would have been a completely different story.
“Perhaps you could do me a favor, Lord Condos.” Emilios was almost certain that the man in front of him had nothing to do with the deaths of his uncle or the persecution of Stephanos. And yet there was no way to know for sure. But maybe he could figure it out by simply asking the man to help him. “There is little trust for me in the courts, and my past behavior does give them reason. But they trust you, and people will listen and talk with you.” Taking a slow sip of his wine, the man was carefully watching the elder across from him. Perhaps he could figure out something of his reaction. “Do you think you could be discreet?”
He set down his goblet onto the table, his hands folding together as he leaned over the desk. “If you think it possible, I would like it if you kept your ear to the ground, maybe ask questions if you can do so without causing alarm. I hope to be able to find evidence of who killed my uncle, as was my father’s hopes before he passed. I think it would help his soul rest if he knew that the killer had been located. I intend to follow up on every lead, as time will allow. And it would be helpful to have a loyal man, such as yourself, helping aid my father’s crusade.” His shoulders lifted in a boyish shrug, “But only if you feel the need, my lord. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you’d be of great help.”