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Euterpe was only too happy to follow Essa when she pulled her from the room, feeling tears pricking her own eyes. From the moment she’d walked in, this whole experience had been so… unpleasant, and it all culminated in this dreadful humiliation. It was obvious to her that she wasn’t wanted here by anyone except the little flower in front of her, and it only increased her discomfort that much more. The priestess was a tender-hearted creature, and such dismissals, as subtle as they were, sat heavily on her chest. Gods, but why had she even come in the first place?
However, Essa seemed even more miserable than she was, Euterpe’s delicate features drawing up in a sympathetic frown. Lightly cupping the girl’s cheek, the priestess shook her head in denial. “No, this is not your fault. You don’t need to apologize.” A half-hearted smile tilted the corner of her mouth. “Court is just… not the place for someone like me, I think. You invited me out of kindness, and there is no need to bring blame on yourself. After all, you didn’t douse me with wine, did you?”
Dropping her hand, she sighed. “I feel more sorry for you, that you should have to attend events like these regularly.” She shook her head in disbelief, glancing down the hall where they came from. “Is it always like this? How do you stand it?”
It wasn’t just the women fighting or the wine spilling. It was the sniping whispers, the double-edged exchanges between the nobles where one thing was said and another was meant, the hurtful gossip that swirled through the room like the coming and going of the tide. If these were the sorts of waters that Essa constantly had to navigate, she could understand the girl’s insecurity a bit better. An open and gentle creature like her was sure to be harmed by the buffeting waves.
It didn’t take long before Belen returned with the gowns Essa had requested, handing one of them to Euterpe, who eyed it doubtfully. There was quite the height difference between her and her young friend, and she had a feeling the chiton was not going to fit quite the way Essa hoped. Though, she supposed it was better than traipsing around in a wine-stained garment for the rest of the night.
Seeing as they were safely sequestered in a servant’s hall, Euterpe simply stripped where she stood, handing her sodden dress off to the servant who waited on them. The man blushed and looked away, but Euterpe was unbothered. Nudity was as natural as breathing, and she spent more of her days unclothed than not. Besides, it wasn’t like she possessed any parts that Essa did not, and she didn’t need the help of a bevy of maids to dress herself.
Fastening a fibula at one shoulder and letting the fabric fall to conceal the rest of her, she looked down to see that it was, in fact, a bit short. However, with the loose, airy cut of the gown, it wasn’t too tight anywhere and hid what needed to be hid. She supposed it would do for the short period of time she remained here. The rest of the Court surely saw what happened to her gown and wouldn’t question the ill fit too closely.
“Thank you, my lady. Both for the invitation and the dress. I know you didn’t mean for things to turn out this way.” Sighing, Euterpe glanced down the hall again. “Perhaps we shouldn’t stay away too long. I’m sure they’ll be missing you soon.”
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Euterpe was only too happy to follow Essa when she pulled her from the room, feeling tears pricking her own eyes. From the moment she’d walked in, this whole experience had been so… unpleasant, and it all culminated in this dreadful humiliation. It was obvious to her that she wasn’t wanted here by anyone except the little flower in front of her, and it only increased her discomfort that much more. The priestess was a tender-hearted creature, and such dismissals, as subtle as they were, sat heavily on her chest. Gods, but why had she even come in the first place?
However, Essa seemed even more miserable than she was, Euterpe’s delicate features drawing up in a sympathetic frown. Lightly cupping the girl’s cheek, the priestess shook her head in denial. “No, this is not your fault. You don’t need to apologize.” A half-hearted smile tilted the corner of her mouth. “Court is just… not the place for someone like me, I think. You invited me out of kindness, and there is no need to bring blame on yourself. After all, you didn’t douse me with wine, did you?”
Dropping her hand, she sighed. “I feel more sorry for you, that you should have to attend events like these regularly.” She shook her head in disbelief, glancing down the hall where they came from. “Is it always like this? How do you stand it?”
It wasn’t just the women fighting or the wine spilling. It was the sniping whispers, the double-edged exchanges between the nobles where one thing was said and another was meant, the hurtful gossip that swirled through the room like the coming and going of the tide. If these were the sorts of waters that Essa constantly had to navigate, she could understand the girl’s insecurity a bit better. An open and gentle creature like her was sure to be harmed by the buffeting waves.
It didn’t take long before Belen returned with the gowns Essa had requested, handing one of them to Euterpe, who eyed it doubtfully. There was quite the height difference between her and her young friend, and she had a feeling the chiton was not going to fit quite the way Essa hoped. Though, she supposed it was better than traipsing around in a wine-stained garment for the rest of the night.
Seeing as they were safely sequestered in a servant’s hall, Euterpe simply stripped where she stood, handing her sodden dress off to the servant who waited on them. The man blushed and looked away, but Euterpe was unbothered. Nudity was as natural as breathing, and she spent more of her days unclothed than not. Besides, it wasn’t like she possessed any parts that Essa did not, and she didn’t need the help of a bevy of maids to dress herself.
Fastening a fibula at one shoulder and letting the fabric fall to conceal the rest of her, she looked down to see that it was, in fact, a bit short. However, with the loose, airy cut of the gown, it wasn’t too tight anywhere and hid what needed to be hid. She supposed it would do for the short period of time she remained here. The rest of the Court surely saw what happened to her gown and wouldn’t question the ill fit too closely.
“Thank you, my lady. Both for the invitation and the dress. I know you didn’t mean for things to turn out this way.” Sighing, Euterpe glanced down the hall again. “Perhaps we shouldn’t stay away too long. I’m sure they’ll be missing you soon.”
Euterpe was only too happy to follow Essa when she pulled her from the room, feeling tears pricking her own eyes. From the moment she’d walked in, this whole experience had been so… unpleasant, and it all culminated in this dreadful humiliation. It was obvious to her that she wasn’t wanted here by anyone except the little flower in front of her, and it only increased her discomfort that much more. The priestess was a tender-hearted creature, and such dismissals, as subtle as they were, sat heavily on her chest. Gods, but why had she even come in the first place?
However, Essa seemed even more miserable than she was, Euterpe’s delicate features drawing up in a sympathetic frown. Lightly cupping the girl’s cheek, the priestess shook her head in denial. “No, this is not your fault. You don’t need to apologize.” A half-hearted smile tilted the corner of her mouth. “Court is just… not the place for someone like me, I think. You invited me out of kindness, and there is no need to bring blame on yourself. After all, you didn’t douse me with wine, did you?”
Dropping her hand, she sighed. “I feel more sorry for you, that you should have to attend events like these regularly.” She shook her head in disbelief, glancing down the hall where they came from. “Is it always like this? How do you stand it?”
It wasn’t just the women fighting or the wine spilling. It was the sniping whispers, the double-edged exchanges between the nobles where one thing was said and another was meant, the hurtful gossip that swirled through the room like the coming and going of the tide. If these were the sorts of waters that Essa constantly had to navigate, she could understand the girl’s insecurity a bit better. An open and gentle creature like her was sure to be harmed by the buffeting waves.
It didn’t take long before Belen returned with the gowns Essa had requested, handing one of them to Euterpe, who eyed it doubtfully. There was quite the height difference between her and her young friend, and she had a feeling the chiton was not going to fit quite the way Essa hoped. Though, she supposed it was better than traipsing around in a wine-stained garment for the rest of the night.
Seeing as they were safely sequestered in a servant’s hall, Euterpe simply stripped where she stood, handing her sodden dress off to the servant who waited on them. The man blushed and looked away, but Euterpe was unbothered. Nudity was as natural as breathing, and she spent more of her days unclothed than not. Besides, it wasn’t like she possessed any parts that Essa did not, and she didn’t need the help of a bevy of maids to dress herself.
Fastening a fibula at one shoulder and letting the fabric fall to conceal the rest of her, she looked down to see that it was, in fact, a bit short. However, with the loose, airy cut of the gown, it wasn’t too tight anywhere and hid what needed to be hid. She supposed it would do for the short period of time she remained here. The rest of the Court surely saw what happened to her gown and wouldn’t question the ill fit too closely.
“Thank you, my lady. Both for the invitation and the dress. I know you didn’t mean for things to turn out this way.” Sighing, Euterpe glanced down the hall again. “Perhaps we shouldn’t stay away too long. I’m sure they’ll be missing you soon.”
The mommy voice
Athanasia cringed inwardly. She had not heard her mother use that angry and disappointed tone in years. It still made her feel about two inches tall. She knew that she would be chastised when they got home, maybe even in the carriage. The young princess was not sorry for what she’d said. Those two disrespectful ladies had needed taking down a notch. She didn’t think she would ever be able to convince the Queen of that. All members of the royal family were supposed to be gracious and diplomatic towards nobles and commoners alike. She had spoken before she thought, and for that, she felt guilty.
Essa followed her lead, which surprised her. Her best friend’s sister was usually so quiet. She expanded upon Athanasia’s insults, which made her think that the younger girl would have ignored the slight to Evras and Dion if she had not spoken up first. Did Essa see her as a role model? She hoped not, for she was certainly not perfect. Her aunt would not thank her if her daughter decided that she would rather use a bow than an embroidery needle.
Aunt Tythra reprimanded both girls and sought to appease the offending noblewoman with compliments that contained veiled insults, if one was clever enough to detect them. I wish I had that gift, Maybe I can cultivate it by listening and then practicing when I’m alone in my chambers. She simply nodded to her aunt's suggestion.
The Master Informer added his own advice, and she turned toward him, her hazel eyes wide. When had he joined the group? He must move with the silence of a cat, which would be a definite advantage in his position. She almost told him that he should spend his time solving the murder of the girl who had been torn to pieces at the temple rather than scolding princesses, but she managed to hold her tongue. Athanasia was already in trouble with her mother. There was no sense adding to it.
She wondered what he was doing here until he said he had news for her mother and brother. Before the Queen left, she charged her aunt with keeping Essa and herself in line. She nearly rolled her eyes, but prevented that too. Thea excused herself to get some fresh air and went out to the courtyard. Athanasia looked after her, feeling the need to get away as well.
Then she heard heard Imeeya’s voice behind her. The princess turned toward her and smiled as she greeted her formally and curtsied. She knew the importance of protocol but didn’t think it was necessary between best friends and cousins. Imeeya looked a bit unsteady. Had she been drinking? Without me? “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Lady Imeeya,” she said. A red-headed priestess joined them who looked vaguely familiar. Athanasia was certain that she had seen her before.
She nodded again when Aunt Tythra told them to listen and gather information, to find opportunities before attacking. Her advice was interrupted by some noblewomen who started fighting. And there’s my[/i]opportunity.[/i] While everyone’s attention was on the women, she slipped away and exited through the same doors through which Thea had disappeared.
Athanasia found her in front of a banister and crossed the promenade, hoping Thea wouldn’t mind some company. They had tried to converse together earlier but had been kept apart. Stopping beside her, the young princess placed her hands on the railing and raised her head so that she could feel the cool night air on her face. The stars were twinkling brightly in the sky. “It’s so peaceful out here. Inside it's turning into a circus. I couldn’t stand it a moment longer.”
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The mommy voice
Athanasia cringed inwardly. She had not heard her mother use that angry and disappointed tone in years. It still made her feel about two inches tall. She knew that she would be chastised when they got home, maybe even in the carriage. The young princess was not sorry for what she’d said. Those two disrespectful ladies had needed taking down a notch. She didn’t think she would ever be able to convince the Queen of that. All members of the royal family were supposed to be gracious and diplomatic towards nobles and commoners alike. She had spoken before she thought, and for that, she felt guilty.
Essa followed her lead, which surprised her. Her best friend’s sister was usually so quiet. She expanded upon Athanasia’s insults, which made her think that the younger girl would have ignored the slight to Evras and Dion if she had not spoken up first. Did Essa see her as a role model? She hoped not, for she was certainly not perfect. Her aunt would not thank her if her daughter decided that she would rather use a bow than an embroidery needle.
Aunt Tythra reprimanded both girls and sought to appease the offending noblewoman with compliments that contained veiled insults, if one was clever enough to detect them. I wish I had that gift, Maybe I can cultivate it by listening and then practicing when I’m alone in my chambers. She simply nodded to her aunt's suggestion.
The Master Informer added his own advice, and she turned toward him, her hazel eyes wide. When had he joined the group? He must move with the silence of a cat, which would be a definite advantage in his position. She almost told him that he should spend his time solving the murder of the girl who had been torn to pieces at the temple rather than scolding princesses, but she managed to hold her tongue. Athanasia was already in trouble with her mother. There was no sense adding to it.
She wondered what he was doing here until he said he had news for her mother and brother. Before the Queen left, she charged her aunt with keeping Essa and herself in line. She nearly rolled her eyes, but prevented that too. Thea excused herself to get some fresh air and went out to the courtyard. Athanasia looked after her, feeling the need to get away as well.
Then she heard heard Imeeya’s voice behind her. The princess turned toward her and smiled as she greeted her formally and curtsied. She knew the importance of protocol but didn’t think it was necessary between best friends and cousins. Imeeya looked a bit unsteady. Had she been drinking? Without me? “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Lady Imeeya,” she said. A red-headed priestess joined them who looked vaguely familiar. Athanasia was certain that she had seen her before.
She nodded again when Aunt Tythra told them to listen and gather information, to find opportunities before attacking. Her advice was interrupted by some noblewomen who started fighting. And there’s my[/i]opportunity.[/i] While everyone’s attention was on the women, she slipped away and exited through the same doors through which Thea had disappeared.
Athanasia found her in front of a banister and crossed the promenade, hoping Thea wouldn’t mind some company. They had tried to converse together earlier but had been kept apart. Stopping beside her, the young princess placed her hands on the railing and raised her head so that she could feel the cool night air on her face. The stars were twinkling brightly in the sky. “It’s so peaceful out here. Inside it's turning into a circus. I couldn’t stand it a moment longer.”
The mommy voice
Athanasia cringed inwardly. She had not heard her mother use that angry and disappointed tone in years. It still made her feel about two inches tall. She knew that she would be chastised when they got home, maybe even in the carriage. The young princess was not sorry for what she’d said. Those two disrespectful ladies had needed taking down a notch. She didn’t think she would ever be able to convince the Queen of that. All members of the royal family were supposed to be gracious and diplomatic towards nobles and commoners alike. She had spoken before she thought, and for that, she felt guilty.
Essa followed her lead, which surprised her. Her best friend’s sister was usually so quiet. She expanded upon Athanasia’s insults, which made her think that the younger girl would have ignored the slight to Evras and Dion if she had not spoken up first. Did Essa see her as a role model? She hoped not, for she was certainly not perfect. Her aunt would not thank her if her daughter decided that she would rather use a bow than an embroidery needle.
Aunt Tythra reprimanded both girls and sought to appease the offending noblewoman with compliments that contained veiled insults, if one was clever enough to detect them. I wish I had that gift, Maybe I can cultivate it by listening and then practicing when I’m alone in my chambers. She simply nodded to her aunt's suggestion.
The Master Informer added his own advice, and she turned toward him, her hazel eyes wide. When had he joined the group? He must move with the silence of a cat, which would be a definite advantage in his position. She almost told him that he should spend his time solving the murder of the girl who had been torn to pieces at the temple rather than scolding princesses, but she managed to hold her tongue. Athanasia was already in trouble with her mother. There was no sense adding to it.
She wondered what he was doing here until he said he had news for her mother and brother. Before the Queen left, she charged her aunt with keeping Essa and herself in line. She nearly rolled her eyes, but prevented that too. Thea excused herself to get some fresh air and went out to the courtyard. Athanasia looked after her, feeling the need to get away as well.
Then she heard heard Imeeya’s voice behind her. The princess turned toward her and smiled as she greeted her formally and curtsied. She knew the importance of protocol but didn’t think it was necessary between best friends and cousins. Imeeya looked a bit unsteady. Had she been drinking? Without me? “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Lady Imeeya,” she said. A red-headed priestess joined them who looked vaguely familiar. Athanasia was certain that she had seen her before.
She nodded again when Aunt Tythra told them to listen and gather information, to find opportunities before attacking. Her advice was interrupted by some noblewomen who started fighting. And there’s my[/i]opportunity.[/i] While everyone’s attention was on the women, she slipped away and exited through the same doors through which Thea had disappeared.
Athanasia found her in front of a banister and crossed the promenade, hoping Thea wouldn’t mind some company. They had tried to converse together earlier but had been kept apart. Stopping beside her, the young princess placed her hands on the railing and raised her head so that she could feel the cool night air on her face. The stars were twinkling brightly in the sky. “It’s so peaceful out here. Inside it's turning into a circus. I couldn’t stand it a moment longer.”
Contented once the Queen knew his intentions in approaching her, Magnus simply stepped back and allowed the ruling matriarch of the kingdom to make their excuses, politely bowing to all the ladies in attendance, before following Yanni to a side room, waiting for the thick door to be closed before smiling at the Queen. He had been away in Oroboea, called on from a dead body he had found, and it was the source of said body which struck much interest within the Master Informer.
"There was a dead body in Oroboea, Your Highness. A maid who could not have fallen in from her own clumsiness." he murmured, ruling out accident immediately. "It was something I had wished to inform you of earlier, but the storm had delayed matters somewhat." Of course, there was no mistake that the Queen knew of the storm he had mentioned of. Autumns in colchis always bring the monsoon season and the anger of Poseidon raging down upon them all. It was common practice for all Colchians to start boarding windows, locking doors and stock piling food at the end of of spring, as the balmy winds turned to ferocious gales. The storm was one of the worst they've seen yet, and many merchants had required assistance to get back on their feet.
"The maid was hired to work at the Dikasitirio, in the kitchens." he murmured, hoping the Queen would make the quick connection between a maid in the kitchens and the inadvertent poisoning of Vangelis which had happened a scant few weeks ago. "She was newly hired however. And her death seemed somewhat... staged, to me." Her body had been bloated, which meant it had been left in the water for hours, yet no water seeped out of her extremities, which Magnus quickly concluded meant she had been killed before being tossed in the sea where she was found.
"Her former employer is something I'm looking into for now. People seemed oddly tight lipped about where she was formerly working at." He had his sources of course, but with everything that has happened over the last few weeks, Magnus hadn't had the time to fully dig into the information he needed.
He paused, allowing the Queen to take in the information as she would before continue on another vein. "I also saw a few foreign faces during my assistance to the merchants during the storm, Your Highness. I've checked the port logs, we've had many names going in and out, but there are a few who have registered entry to our lands... yet not all of the same group left the Colchian lands." It was a curious anomaly, for usually all who came and left were recorded. So then why did Magnus find seven names entering, and only four who left? And how did those numbers correlate to the dead, burnt bodies he had found in the mines with Vangelis before the crown prince had left?
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Contented once the Queen knew his intentions in approaching her, Magnus simply stepped back and allowed the ruling matriarch of the kingdom to make their excuses, politely bowing to all the ladies in attendance, before following Yanni to a side room, waiting for the thick door to be closed before smiling at the Queen. He had been away in Oroboea, called on from a dead body he had found, and it was the source of said body which struck much interest within the Master Informer.
"There was a dead body in Oroboea, Your Highness. A maid who could not have fallen in from her own clumsiness." he murmured, ruling out accident immediately. "It was something I had wished to inform you of earlier, but the storm had delayed matters somewhat." Of course, there was no mistake that the Queen knew of the storm he had mentioned of. Autumns in colchis always bring the monsoon season and the anger of Poseidon raging down upon them all. It was common practice for all Colchians to start boarding windows, locking doors and stock piling food at the end of of spring, as the balmy winds turned to ferocious gales. The storm was one of the worst they've seen yet, and many merchants had required assistance to get back on their feet.
"The maid was hired to work at the Dikasitirio, in the kitchens." he murmured, hoping the Queen would make the quick connection between a maid in the kitchens and the inadvertent poisoning of Vangelis which had happened a scant few weeks ago. "She was newly hired however. And her death seemed somewhat... staged, to me." Her body had been bloated, which meant it had been left in the water for hours, yet no water seeped out of her extremities, which Magnus quickly concluded meant she had been killed before being tossed in the sea where she was found.
"Her former employer is something I'm looking into for now. People seemed oddly tight lipped about where she was formerly working at." He had his sources of course, but with everything that has happened over the last few weeks, Magnus hadn't had the time to fully dig into the information he needed.
He paused, allowing the Queen to take in the information as she would before continue on another vein. "I also saw a few foreign faces during my assistance to the merchants during the storm, Your Highness. I've checked the port logs, we've had many names going in and out, but there are a few who have registered entry to our lands... yet not all of the same group left the Colchian lands." It was a curious anomaly, for usually all who came and left were recorded. So then why did Magnus find seven names entering, and only four who left? And how did those numbers correlate to the dead, burnt bodies he had found in the mines with Vangelis before the crown prince had left?
Contented once the Queen knew his intentions in approaching her, Magnus simply stepped back and allowed the ruling matriarch of the kingdom to make their excuses, politely bowing to all the ladies in attendance, before following Yanni to a side room, waiting for the thick door to be closed before smiling at the Queen. He had been away in Oroboea, called on from a dead body he had found, and it was the source of said body which struck much interest within the Master Informer.
"There was a dead body in Oroboea, Your Highness. A maid who could not have fallen in from her own clumsiness." he murmured, ruling out accident immediately. "It was something I had wished to inform you of earlier, but the storm had delayed matters somewhat." Of course, there was no mistake that the Queen knew of the storm he had mentioned of. Autumns in colchis always bring the monsoon season and the anger of Poseidon raging down upon them all. It was common practice for all Colchians to start boarding windows, locking doors and stock piling food at the end of of spring, as the balmy winds turned to ferocious gales. The storm was one of the worst they've seen yet, and many merchants had required assistance to get back on their feet.
"The maid was hired to work at the Dikasitirio, in the kitchens." he murmured, hoping the Queen would make the quick connection between a maid in the kitchens and the inadvertent poisoning of Vangelis which had happened a scant few weeks ago. "She was newly hired however. And her death seemed somewhat... staged, to me." Her body had been bloated, which meant it had been left in the water for hours, yet no water seeped out of her extremities, which Magnus quickly concluded meant she had been killed before being tossed in the sea where she was found.
"Her former employer is something I'm looking into for now. People seemed oddly tight lipped about where she was formerly working at." He had his sources of course, but with everything that has happened over the last few weeks, Magnus hadn't had the time to fully dig into the information he needed.
He paused, allowing the Queen to take in the information as she would before continue on another vein. "I also saw a few foreign faces during my assistance to the merchants during the storm, Your Highness. I've checked the port logs, we've had many names going in and out, but there are a few who have registered entry to our lands... yet not all of the same group left the Colchian lands." It was a curious anomaly, for usually all who came and left were recorded. So then why did Magnus find seven names entering, and only four who left? And how did those numbers correlate to the dead, burnt bodies he had found in the mines with Vangelis before the crown prince had left?
Though she could still hear the gentle hum of the court session behind the courtyard door, Thea let a deep breath cleanse her of it. With Zanon's declaration sweeping as wide as it did, running like wildfire through the room, it would likely mean that Thea's presence would become the surefire conversation of the night.
Unless one of those young women in there did something more embarrassing than that. Unlikely, of course, but she could still wish for it.
Thea half-expected Nethis to join her, to gloat or to preen about how 'lovely' Thea looked among them.
At first, Thea did not turn to see who had joined her. That would betray interest that might not be warranted depending on who it was. And, of course, if it was Nethis, she did not want to even dignify her irritation with a glance.
However, as the sight of the princess came into her peripheral view, Thea did turn her head to face Athanasia, letting a smile soften her features slightly at her words, amusement flickering behind her eyes.
"Indeed. It would not surprise me if it did eventually make its way out of doors...being towed by guards. It would not be the first time, you know." Thea mused, reminiscing on at least one occasion long ago when Nethis' tongue resulted in another of their peers cascading into a rage that resulted in all of them being expelled from the evening's event, simply through association and the standards Thanasi-blame.
Thea's brow did flick up slightly as she eyed the princess, appraising. There were many topics they could venture toward, but given the Princess' part in the 'circus' as it was inside, Thea could not resist expounding a bit of her own wisdom from experience to the younger generation.
"While Her Highness' advice does ring true, particularly in wielding your position to still tongues...there are other tacts as well." Thea tilted her head towards the Princess slightly, glancing towards the doors behind them to ensure they were not being eyed in that moment, and lowering her voice. "Those ladies would have felt the sting of those words linger longer from behind their backs than across their faces. For instance, imagine Lady Myrra hearing word of her own dalliances with a stableboy for the first time tonight...after it has spread around the room first. Her evening would have ended swiftly and silently, with no one suspecting your involvement at all. Not even Her Majesty."
Thea could not help the slight scrunch of her nose and wink of her eye to the princess before taking a satisfied breath and glancing back out over the courtyard. It was good advice, and proven to be effective in every instance that Thea and Nethis deployed it within these very walls.
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Though she could still hear the gentle hum of the court session behind the courtyard door, Thea let a deep breath cleanse her of it. With Zanon's declaration sweeping as wide as it did, running like wildfire through the room, it would likely mean that Thea's presence would become the surefire conversation of the night.
Unless one of those young women in there did something more embarrassing than that. Unlikely, of course, but she could still wish for it.
Thea half-expected Nethis to join her, to gloat or to preen about how 'lovely' Thea looked among them.
At first, Thea did not turn to see who had joined her. That would betray interest that might not be warranted depending on who it was. And, of course, if it was Nethis, she did not want to even dignify her irritation with a glance.
However, as the sight of the princess came into her peripheral view, Thea did turn her head to face Athanasia, letting a smile soften her features slightly at her words, amusement flickering behind her eyes.
"Indeed. It would not surprise me if it did eventually make its way out of doors...being towed by guards. It would not be the first time, you know." Thea mused, reminiscing on at least one occasion long ago when Nethis' tongue resulted in another of their peers cascading into a rage that resulted in all of them being expelled from the evening's event, simply through association and the standards Thanasi-blame.
Thea's brow did flick up slightly as she eyed the princess, appraising. There were many topics they could venture toward, but given the Princess' part in the 'circus' as it was inside, Thea could not resist expounding a bit of her own wisdom from experience to the younger generation.
"While Her Highness' advice does ring true, particularly in wielding your position to still tongues...there are other tacts as well." Thea tilted her head towards the Princess slightly, glancing towards the doors behind them to ensure they were not being eyed in that moment, and lowering her voice. "Those ladies would have felt the sting of those words linger longer from behind their backs than across their faces. For instance, imagine Lady Myrra hearing word of her own dalliances with a stableboy for the first time tonight...after it has spread around the room first. Her evening would have ended swiftly and silently, with no one suspecting your involvement at all. Not even Her Majesty."
Thea could not help the slight scrunch of her nose and wink of her eye to the princess before taking a satisfied breath and glancing back out over the courtyard. It was good advice, and proven to be effective in every instance that Thea and Nethis deployed it within these very walls.
Though she could still hear the gentle hum of the court session behind the courtyard door, Thea let a deep breath cleanse her of it. With Zanon's declaration sweeping as wide as it did, running like wildfire through the room, it would likely mean that Thea's presence would become the surefire conversation of the night.
Unless one of those young women in there did something more embarrassing than that. Unlikely, of course, but she could still wish for it.
Thea half-expected Nethis to join her, to gloat or to preen about how 'lovely' Thea looked among them.
At first, Thea did not turn to see who had joined her. That would betray interest that might not be warranted depending on who it was. And, of course, if it was Nethis, she did not want to even dignify her irritation with a glance.
However, as the sight of the princess came into her peripheral view, Thea did turn her head to face Athanasia, letting a smile soften her features slightly at her words, amusement flickering behind her eyes.
"Indeed. It would not surprise me if it did eventually make its way out of doors...being towed by guards. It would not be the first time, you know." Thea mused, reminiscing on at least one occasion long ago when Nethis' tongue resulted in another of their peers cascading into a rage that resulted in all of them being expelled from the evening's event, simply through association and the standards Thanasi-blame.
Thea's brow did flick up slightly as she eyed the princess, appraising. There were many topics they could venture toward, but given the Princess' part in the 'circus' as it was inside, Thea could not resist expounding a bit of her own wisdom from experience to the younger generation.
"While Her Highness' advice does ring true, particularly in wielding your position to still tongues...there are other tacts as well." Thea tilted her head towards the Princess slightly, glancing towards the doors behind them to ensure they were not being eyed in that moment, and lowering her voice. "Those ladies would have felt the sting of those words linger longer from behind their backs than across their faces. For instance, imagine Lady Myrra hearing word of her own dalliances with a stableboy for the first time tonight...after it has spread around the room first. Her evening would have ended swiftly and silently, with no one suspecting your involvement at all. Not even Her Majesty."
Thea could not help the slight scrunch of her nose and wink of her eye to the princess before taking a satisfied breath and glancing back out over the courtyard. It was good advice, and proven to be effective in every instance that Thea and Nethis deployed it within these very walls.
Yanni was understanding, she had come to know the storms of Colchis well over the years, and while she resided in privilege and relative safety compared to the citizens of Colchis, she had seen their wrath and the aftermath left behind them, and could not fault anyone for being delayed because of them. She expected that Magnus had moved with all swiftness as soon as it was safe to do so. Over the years he had proved himself competent, and rather loyal from what she could tell.
Yanni took in what Magnus said. He was on the trail then, as she thought, and hopefully soon her son’s would be killer would be caught and brought to justice swiftly. What ever coward had ordered the death of her son through poison at the hands of a slave would not be given mercy. Yanni’s wrath when it came to her children was terrifying, and while few had ever seen it, she was as a wild bear when her children were threatened. Much like the one she and her brother had run into all those years ago back in Taengea.
She also silently took in his next words. If they were odd enough to pique the interest of the master informer, it had to be strange. He wouldn’t come to her over just any foreign people in their lands. They had all sorts of people come to visit and trade, but none tended to linger long. And certain not split from the group they travelled in.
She remained silent for a moment as she mulled over his words and her thoughts along with them.
“It seems to be a trend as of late. Mysterious deaths after the attempt on Vangelis.” She noted, fiddling with her wedding ring, a bad habit she had developed when she was deep in thought.
“If there is anything at all you need in order to properly look into either matter, speak it. I will have who ever is behind this brought to justice.” She stated, her eyes hard as stone, showing just how serious she was about the matter. They tried to kill her son, her first born. It would not stand.
“If you are successful in this matter, I will see a generous bonus finds its way to your hands. The quicker the better.” She said, hoping that Magnus understood the gravity of it all. He was an intelligent man, so she had no doubt he understood completely, and no doubt that he would do everything in his power to figure out both situations. Or perhaps one situation if the foreigners had to do with the posion.
“Anything else?” She asked, if he had anything more to report, she wanted to hear it now. If not, she would go back out to the crowds and mingle for just a while longer before she would excuse herself and return home. The information given by Magnus weighed heavy on her, and she wanted to put out some scouts of her own. Magnus was not the only one who had eyes on the streets and the commoners. What sort of fool would she be if she laid all of her trust and her information gathering on one man?
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Yanni was understanding, she had come to know the storms of Colchis well over the years, and while she resided in privilege and relative safety compared to the citizens of Colchis, she had seen their wrath and the aftermath left behind them, and could not fault anyone for being delayed because of them. She expected that Magnus had moved with all swiftness as soon as it was safe to do so. Over the years he had proved himself competent, and rather loyal from what she could tell.
Yanni took in what Magnus said. He was on the trail then, as she thought, and hopefully soon her son’s would be killer would be caught and brought to justice swiftly. What ever coward had ordered the death of her son through poison at the hands of a slave would not be given mercy. Yanni’s wrath when it came to her children was terrifying, and while few had ever seen it, she was as a wild bear when her children were threatened. Much like the one she and her brother had run into all those years ago back in Taengea.
She also silently took in his next words. If they were odd enough to pique the interest of the master informer, it had to be strange. He wouldn’t come to her over just any foreign people in their lands. They had all sorts of people come to visit and trade, but none tended to linger long. And certain not split from the group they travelled in.
She remained silent for a moment as she mulled over his words and her thoughts along with them.
“It seems to be a trend as of late. Mysterious deaths after the attempt on Vangelis.” She noted, fiddling with her wedding ring, a bad habit she had developed when she was deep in thought.
“If there is anything at all you need in order to properly look into either matter, speak it. I will have who ever is behind this brought to justice.” She stated, her eyes hard as stone, showing just how serious she was about the matter. They tried to kill her son, her first born. It would not stand.
“If you are successful in this matter, I will see a generous bonus finds its way to your hands. The quicker the better.” She said, hoping that Magnus understood the gravity of it all. He was an intelligent man, so she had no doubt he understood completely, and no doubt that he would do everything in his power to figure out both situations. Or perhaps one situation if the foreigners had to do with the posion.
“Anything else?” She asked, if he had anything more to report, she wanted to hear it now. If not, she would go back out to the crowds and mingle for just a while longer before she would excuse herself and return home. The information given by Magnus weighed heavy on her, and she wanted to put out some scouts of her own. Magnus was not the only one who had eyes on the streets and the commoners. What sort of fool would she be if she laid all of her trust and her information gathering on one man?
Yanni was understanding, she had come to know the storms of Colchis well over the years, and while she resided in privilege and relative safety compared to the citizens of Colchis, she had seen their wrath and the aftermath left behind them, and could not fault anyone for being delayed because of them. She expected that Magnus had moved with all swiftness as soon as it was safe to do so. Over the years he had proved himself competent, and rather loyal from what she could tell.
Yanni took in what Magnus said. He was on the trail then, as she thought, and hopefully soon her son’s would be killer would be caught and brought to justice swiftly. What ever coward had ordered the death of her son through poison at the hands of a slave would not be given mercy. Yanni’s wrath when it came to her children was terrifying, and while few had ever seen it, she was as a wild bear when her children were threatened. Much like the one she and her brother had run into all those years ago back in Taengea.
She also silently took in his next words. If they were odd enough to pique the interest of the master informer, it had to be strange. He wouldn’t come to her over just any foreign people in their lands. They had all sorts of people come to visit and trade, but none tended to linger long. And certain not split from the group they travelled in.
She remained silent for a moment as she mulled over his words and her thoughts along with them.
“It seems to be a trend as of late. Mysterious deaths after the attempt on Vangelis.” She noted, fiddling with her wedding ring, a bad habit she had developed when she was deep in thought.
“If there is anything at all you need in order to properly look into either matter, speak it. I will have who ever is behind this brought to justice.” She stated, her eyes hard as stone, showing just how serious she was about the matter. They tried to kill her son, her first born. It would not stand.
“If you are successful in this matter, I will see a generous bonus finds its way to your hands. The quicker the better.” She said, hoping that Magnus understood the gravity of it all. He was an intelligent man, so she had no doubt he understood completely, and no doubt that he would do everything in his power to figure out both situations. Or perhaps one situation if the foreigners had to do with the posion.
“Anything else?” She asked, if he had anything more to report, she wanted to hear it now. If not, she would go back out to the crowds and mingle for just a while longer before she would excuse herself and return home. The information given by Magnus weighed heavy on her, and she wanted to put out some scouts of her own. Magnus was not the only one who had eyes on the streets and the commoners. What sort of fool would she be if she laid all of her trust and her information gathering on one man?
Euterpe’s words, while meant to be comforting, only made Essa feel all the worse. “Oh, here I am making you comfort me. Please, forgive me. Don’t fret at all. This was meant to be...” she trailed off, the words dying on her tongue. After all, Euterpe had done so much for her. Or, at least tried to. She had listened to her without judgement or dismissal. That was more than she could say for her family. Not that her mother or sister didn’t care about her. They just had very specific ideas of what her future should look like, and of how she should handle... anything really.
Euterpe just listened, and comforted. She had been so kind to the young noble, it only seemed right that Essa somehow repay that. It seemed her attempt to do so had failed spectacularly.
“I swear, it’s usually not this bad,” she answered with a soft sigh. Usually the ladies are so focused on impressing the men that matters are far more subtle. At least less spilled wine or foolish scuffles. I never anticipated this...” Her words trailed off into a silent gesture. She didn’t even know what to call this situation.
Of course, she managed all the while to avoid the other part of her question. How did she stand court? The answer, in short, was not well. Essa regularly failed at court, just as she had today. Either she was too quiet, or if she did speak, it was never the right thing. And somehow her mother always was there to witness her worst moments. Perhaps that was truly why she had invited the priestess today. To feel like, for once, she had a friend at her side.
Because in truth, Essa hated court. She hated the whispers. The snide remarks. The insults. The gossip. Being on display. The constant judgement. And in her case - the constant failure. Given the choice, she would gladly avoid Court the rest of her life. Unfortunately for her, that choice would never be one she could make. Her birth and eventual marriage would ultimately see to that.
Belen’s arrival, attire in hand, was a relief. They could change themselves first, and then she would discreetly tell her mother and sister what she had done. A part of herself delighted in her cleverness. Surely even Mother would have to be pleased with her for such quick thinking and resourcefulness. Right?
She accepted the offered peplos in a soft lavender shade. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t clash with her attire at least. Just as she turned towards Euterpe to suggest finding somewhere to change, she flushed to find the priestess in the process of doing just that. It was hard not to stare, once more reminded she was in the presence of someone surely goddess blessed to possess such a remarkable beauty. How Essa longed for such curves. No wonder Euterpe had been drawn to Aphrodite’s service. No other role in life would have suited her half as well. Hers was a beauty meant to be appreciated, not hidden away.
Essa would never be more than a title and dowry to be possessed by her husband someday. Especially if her mother had her way. Though at this rate, she was half convinced Tythra would prefer locking her away and pretending there had never been a second daughter of Drakos. Better than giving Essa more opportunity to shame their bloodline in the public eye as she so often did.
After a moment, she quickly turned around, removing her peplos, and carefully checking the hem of her chiton. Of course it was too stained to be salvaged. By this point, she was too exhausted to even be upset. She glanced over her shoulder, ensuring the servant boy was looking away before quickly slipping out of the chiton as well. Unlike her priestess friend, she wore undergarments, though she was so underdeveloped, particularly next to Euterpe, she scarcely needed a covering for her breasts in the first place. Nonetheless, it was the most exposed she had ever been in front of another and it left her feeling even more raw and insecure than normal. A reminder of yet more ways she was lacking, not just as a noble, but as a woman.
She hurriedly pulled the fabric around her, fastening it with the belt she had worn previously. It wouldn’t stun anyone - not that she ever could - but it was acceptable, all things considered. Once she was presentable, she tapped Belen on the shoulder, handing him her own stained gown. “Have a female servant wait with my mother and sister’s gown. Once you have all four soiled ones, please have them sent home to be salvaged. Thank you. I won’t forget this.”
Turning her attention back to Euterpe, she gave a forced smile. “I’m sorry it isn’t a better fit. I probably ought to have one of Imeeya’s selected for you instead. you’re more of her stature than mine.” Inwardly she cursed herself for such thoughtlessness, while already planning to make it up to the priestess. If her attire couldn’t be saved, it would be replaced, and either way she would gift her another. Something properly fitted and suiting to a woman who was truly as breathtakingly beautiful within as her visage was.
She couldn’t fight back a scoff as Euterpe suggested that someone might be missing her. “I doubt that. No one here notices me. We should return though. Let me tell my sister and mother about the clothes and then we can try to salvage this day somehow, okay?” Her hazel eyes were wide with hope that this disastrous event hadn’t ruined the priestess’s affection for her.
With that, they entered the fray once more. She touched Euterpe’s arm, smiling kindly up at her. “Perhaps you could tell my sister? I know she can be a little... surly, but I think you’ll prefer her t my mother. Hopefully I will join you both momentarily.” With a final smile, she slipped into the crowd, moving towards her mother.
“Mother,” she whispered, lightly touching the Princess’s elbow. Her nerves were clear in her soft voice which trembled slightly. How badly she wanted her mother’s praise, just once. Yet there was that residual fear that always came with both Court and her mother. Would it be enough? Was her interruption perhaps a greater crime? Still, a part of her hoped against all past experience that Tythra might appreciate her sensitivity, rather than condemning it. “I’ve had a fresh gown fetched for you. A servant is waiting with it just nearby.”
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Euterpe’s words, while meant to be comforting, only made Essa feel all the worse. “Oh, here I am making you comfort me. Please, forgive me. Don’t fret at all. This was meant to be...” she trailed off, the words dying on her tongue. After all, Euterpe had done so much for her. Or, at least tried to. She had listened to her without judgement or dismissal. That was more than she could say for her family. Not that her mother or sister didn’t care about her. They just had very specific ideas of what her future should look like, and of how she should handle... anything really.
Euterpe just listened, and comforted. She had been so kind to the young noble, it only seemed right that Essa somehow repay that. It seemed her attempt to do so had failed spectacularly.
“I swear, it’s usually not this bad,” she answered with a soft sigh. Usually the ladies are so focused on impressing the men that matters are far more subtle. At least less spilled wine or foolish scuffles. I never anticipated this...” Her words trailed off into a silent gesture. She didn’t even know what to call this situation.
Of course, she managed all the while to avoid the other part of her question. How did she stand court? The answer, in short, was not well. Essa regularly failed at court, just as she had today. Either she was too quiet, or if she did speak, it was never the right thing. And somehow her mother always was there to witness her worst moments. Perhaps that was truly why she had invited the priestess today. To feel like, for once, she had a friend at her side.
Because in truth, Essa hated court. She hated the whispers. The snide remarks. The insults. The gossip. Being on display. The constant judgement. And in her case - the constant failure. Given the choice, she would gladly avoid Court the rest of her life. Unfortunately for her, that choice would never be one she could make. Her birth and eventual marriage would ultimately see to that.
Belen’s arrival, attire in hand, was a relief. They could change themselves first, and then she would discreetly tell her mother and sister what she had done. A part of herself delighted in her cleverness. Surely even Mother would have to be pleased with her for such quick thinking and resourcefulness. Right?
She accepted the offered peplos in a soft lavender shade. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t clash with her attire at least. Just as she turned towards Euterpe to suggest finding somewhere to change, she flushed to find the priestess in the process of doing just that. It was hard not to stare, once more reminded she was in the presence of someone surely goddess blessed to possess such a remarkable beauty. How Essa longed for such curves. No wonder Euterpe had been drawn to Aphrodite’s service. No other role in life would have suited her half as well. Hers was a beauty meant to be appreciated, not hidden away.
Essa would never be more than a title and dowry to be possessed by her husband someday. Especially if her mother had her way. Though at this rate, she was half convinced Tythra would prefer locking her away and pretending there had never been a second daughter of Drakos. Better than giving Essa more opportunity to shame their bloodline in the public eye as she so often did.
After a moment, she quickly turned around, removing her peplos, and carefully checking the hem of her chiton. Of course it was too stained to be salvaged. By this point, she was too exhausted to even be upset. She glanced over her shoulder, ensuring the servant boy was looking away before quickly slipping out of the chiton as well. Unlike her priestess friend, she wore undergarments, though she was so underdeveloped, particularly next to Euterpe, she scarcely needed a covering for her breasts in the first place. Nonetheless, it was the most exposed she had ever been in front of another and it left her feeling even more raw and insecure than normal. A reminder of yet more ways she was lacking, not just as a noble, but as a woman.
She hurriedly pulled the fabric around her, fastening it with the belt she had worn previously. It wouldn’t stun anyone - not that she ever could - but it was acceptable, all things considered. Once she was presentable, she tapped Belen on the shoulder, handing him her own stained gown. “Have a female servant wait with my mother and sister’s gown. Once you have all four soiled ones, please have them sent home to be salvaged. Thank you. I won’t forget this.”
Turning her attention back to Euterpe, she gave a forced smile. “I’m sorry it isn’t a better fit. I probably ought to have one of Imeeya’s selected for you instead. you’re more of her stature than mine.” Inwardly she cursed herself for such thoughtlessness, while already planning to make it up to the priestess. If her attire couldn’t be saved, it would be replaced, and either way she would gift her another. Something properly fitted and suiting to a woman who was truly as breathtakingly beautiful within as her visage was.
She couldn’t fight back a scoff as Euterpe suggested that someone might be missing her. “I doubt that. No one here notices me. We should return though. Let me tell my sister and mother about the clothes and then we can try to salvage this day somehow, okay?” Her hazel eyes were wide with hope that this disastrous event hadn’t ruined the priestess’s affection for her.
With that, they entered the fray once more. She touched Euterpe’s arm, smiling kindly up at her. “Perhaps you could tell my sister? I know she can be a little... surly, but I think you’ll prefer her t my mother. Hopefully I will join you both momentarily.” With a final smile, she slipped into the crowd, moving towards her mother.
“Mother,” she whispered, lightly touching the Princess’s elbow. Her nerves were clear in her soft voice which trembled slightly. How badly she wanted her mother’s praise, just once. Yet there was that residual fear that always came with both Court and her mother. Would it be enough? Was her interruption perhaps a greater crime? Still, a part of her hoped against all past experience that Tythra might appreciate her sensitivity, rather than condemning it. “I’ve had a fresh gown fetched for you. A servant is waiting with it just nearby.”
Euterpe’s words, while meant to be comforting, only made Essa feel all the worse. “Oh, here I am making you comfort me. Please, forgive me. Don’t fret at all. This was meant to be...” she trailed off, the words dying on her tongue. After all, Euterpe had done so much for her. Or, at least tried to. She had listened to her without judgement or dismissal. That was more than she could say for her family. Not that her mother or sister didn’t care about her. They just had very specific ideas of what her future should look like, and of how she should handle... anything really.
Euterpe just listened, and comforted. She had been so kind to the young noble, it only seemed right that Essa somehow repay that. It seemed her attempt to do so had failed spectacularly.
“I swear, it’s usually not this bad,” she answered with a soft sigh. Usually the ladies are so focused on impressing the men that matters are far more subtle. At least less spilled wine or foolish scuffles. I never anticipated this...” Her words trailed off into a silent gesture. She didn’t even know what to call this situation.
Of course, she managed all the while to avoid the other part of her question. How did she stand court? The answer, in short, was not well. Essa regularly failed at court, just as she had today. Either she was too quiet, or if she did speak, it was never the right thing. And somehow her mother always was there to witness her worst moments. Perhaps that was truly why she had invited the priestess today. To feel like, for once, she had a friend at her side.
Because in truth, Essa hated court. She hated the whispers. The snide remarks. The insults. The gossip. Being on display. The constant judgement. And in her case - the constant failure. Given the choice, she would gladly avoid Court the rest of her life. Unfortunately for her, that choice would never be one she could make. Her birth and eventual marriage would ultimately see to that.
Belen’s arrival, attire in hand, was a relief. They could change themselves first, and then she would discreetly tell her mother and sister what she had done. A part of herself delighted in her cleverness. Surely even Mother would have to be pleased with her for such quick thinking and resourcefulness. Right?
She accepted the offered peplos in a soft lavender shade. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t clash with her attire at least. Just as she turned towards Euterpe to suggest finding somewhere to change, she flushed to find the priestess in the process of doing just that. It was hard not to stare, once more reminded she was in the presence of someone surely goddess blessed to possess such a remarkable beauty. How Essa longed for such curves. No wonder Euterpe had been drawn to Aphrodite’s service. No other role in life would have suited her half as well. Hers was a beauty meant to be appreciated, not hidden away.
Essa would never be more than a title and dowry to be possessed by her husband someday. Especially if her mother had her way. Though at this rate, she was half convinced Tythra would prefer locking her away and pretending there had never been a second daughter of Drakos. Better than giving Essa more opportunity to shame their bloodline in the public eye as she so often did.
After a moment, she quickly turned around, removing her peplos, and carefully checking the hem of her chiton. Of course it was too stained to be salvaged. By this point, she was too exhausted to even be upset. She glanced over her shoulder, ensuring the servant boy was looking away before quickly slipping out of the chiton as well. Unlike her priestess friend, she wore undergarments, though she was so underdeveloped, particularly next to Euterpe, she scarcely needed a covering for her breasts in the first place. Nonetheless, it was the most exposed she had ever been in front of another and it left her feeling even more raw and insecure than normal. A reminder of yet more ways she was lacking, not just as a noble, but as a woman.
She hurriedly pulled the fabric around her, fastening it with the belt she had worn previously. It wouldn’t stun anyone - not that she ever could - but it was acceptable, all things considered. Once she was presentable, she tapped Belen on the shoulder, handing him her own stained gown. “Have a female servant wait with my mother and sister’s gown. Once you have all four soiled ones, please have them sent home to be salvaged. Thank you. I won’t forget this.”
Turning her attention back to Euterpe, she gave a forced smile. “I’m sorry it isn’t a better fit. I probably ought to have one of Imeeya’s selected for you instead. you’re more of her stature than mine.” Inwardly she cursed herself for such thoughtlessness, while already planning to make it up to the priestess. If her attire couldn’t be saved, it would be replaced, and either way she would gift her another. Something properly fitted and suiting to a woman who was truly as breathtakingly beautiful within as her visage was.
She couldn’t fight back a scoff as Euterpe suggested that someone might be missing her. “I doubt that. No one here notices me. We should return though. Let me tell my sister and mother about the clothes and then we can try to salvage this day somehow, okay?” Her hazel eyes were wide with hope that this disastrous event hadn’t ruined the priestess’s affection for her.
With that, they entered the fray once more. She touched Euterpe’s arm, smiling kindly up at her. “Perhaps you could tell my sister? I know she can be a little... surly, but I think you’ll prefer her t my mother. Hopefully I will join you both momentarily.” With a final smile, she slipped into the crowd, moving towards her mother.
“Mother,” she whispered, lightly touching the Princess’s elbow. Her nerves were clear in her soft voice which trembled slightly. How badly she wanted her mother’s praise, just once. Yet there was that residual fear that always came with both Court and her mother. Would it be enough? Was her interruption perhaps a greater crime? Still, a part of her hoped against all past experience that Tythra might appreciate her sensitivity, rather than condemning it. “I’ve had a fresh gown fetched for you. A servant is waiting with it just nearby.”
Lady Thea’s smile told Athanasia that her company was not unwelcome. Of course, nobody would ever say ‘get lost’ to her face for fear of insulting a princess. They would put up with her until she decided to leave them. She wasn’t very good at reading emotions, and wasn’t always sure when she was intruding. A smile, however slight, was a good indication that she wasn’t, as was Thea's willingness to talk to her before Zan had stepped in to keep them apart.
What had that been about anyway? Had he been trying to keep the reason that Thea had moved into the manor from her? Or was he adamant that the two of them not become friends? It didn’t really matter. The princess wasn’t a child anymore and she could decide for herself who she wished to associate with.
She wondered if Mihail had told his sister about their secret hunt, or if he had kept that excursion a secret. Athanasia was not sure how close he was to his elder sisters, but she didn’t think he would reveal anything that they could use against her. She would be in serious trouble if her parents found out she had disobeyed their orders. And her brothers would be out for blood.
She chuckled, thinking of noble ladies being hauled away by guards for fighting, but it could definitely happen. Tensions were high now. Almost everyone knew somebody who was off at war and they had to vent their frustrations somewhere. Court was not the place for it, as she had been recently reminded by her mother when she had insulted those women for speaking ill of her little nephew.
“I remember a few times when men were thrown out for brawling, and occasionally somebody was asked to leave if got too drunk and broke things. At my first court session, a man was removed for throwing food. I thought it was hilarious at the time.” She almost added that she didn’t understand how people could be so stupid that they lost control of themselves, but what had she just done herself? Both her aunt and her mother had chastised her for that outburst.
Thea had some good advice on that very subject. Athanasia nodded as she listened, focusing on the green lawn bathed in silver by the light of the moon. A small creature scurried out from behind a bush and disappeared into a hedge.
It was true that she had been a bit too hasty, and that spreading discreet rumors would have had more effect and done more damage. Had an enemy of Imeeya’s employed that technique to accuse her of having a pirate lover? Had it been Thea, as her cousin had suspected? She certainly seemed to know a lot about ruining a person with whispered words.
“I will try to remember that if there’s a next time. Your way wold have been a lot more effective.” The princess sighed. “Sometimes I have a hard time holding my tongue, especially when someone speaks ill of a member of my family. I defend them without thinking things out first. I do need to work on restraining my impulses.”
Athanasia turned her attention to the Thanasi woman. “How are you settling in. Lady Thea? It must be difficult adjusting to living with a family that is not your own. I suppose I will be in the same position when I am wed. I don’t look forward to that day at all.”
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Lady Thea’s smile told Athanasia that her company was not unwelcome. Of course, nobody would ever say ‘get lost’ to her face for fear of insulting a princess. They would put up with her until she decided to leave them. She wasn’t very good at reading emotions, and wasn’t always sure when she was intruding. A smile, however slight, was a good indication that she wasn’t, as was Thea's willingness to talk to her before Zan had stepped in to keep them apart.
What had that been about anyway? Had he been trying to keep the reason that Thea had moved into the manor from her? Or was he adamant that the two of them not become friends? It didn’t really matter. The princess wasn’t a child anymore and she could decide for herself who she wished to associate with.
She wondered if Mihail had told his sister about their secret hunt, or if he had kept that excursion a secret. Athanasia was not sure how close he was to his elder sisters, but she didn’t think he would reveal anything that they could use against her. She would be in serious trouble if her parents found out she had disobeyed their orders. And her brothers would be out for blood.
She chuckled, thinking of noble ladies being hauled away by guards for fighting, but it could definitely happen. Tensions were high now. Almost everyone knew somebody who was off at war and they had to vent their frustrations somewhere. Court was not the place for it, as she had been recently reminded by her mother when she had insulted those women for speaking ill of her little nephew.
“I remember a few times when men were thrown out for brawling, and occasionally somebody was asked to leave if got too drunk and broke things. At my first court session, a man was removed for throwing food. I thought it was hilarious at the time.” She almost added that she didn’t understand how people could be so stupid that they lost control of themselves, but what had she just done herself? Both her aunt and her mother had chastised her for that outburst.
Thea had some good advice on that very subject. Athanasia nodded as she listened, focusing on the green lawn bathed in silver by the light of the moon. A small creature scurried out from behind a bush and disappeared into a hedge.
It was true that she had been a bit too hasty, and that spreading discreet rumors would have had more effect and done more damage. Had an enemy of Imeeya’s employed that technique to accuse her of having a pirate lover? Had it been Thea, as her cousin had suspected? She certainly seemed to know a lot about ruining a person with whispered words.
“I will try to remember that if there’s a next time. Your way wold have been a lot more effective.” The princess sighed. “Sometimes I have a hard time holding my tongue, especially when someone speaks ill of a member of my family. I defend them without thinking things out first. I do need to work on restraining my impulses.”
Athanasia turned her attention to the Thanasi woman. “How are you settling in. Lady Thea? It must be difficult adjusting to living with a family that is not your own. I suppose I will be in the same position when I am wed. I don’t look forward to that day at all.”
Lady Thea’s smile told Athanasia that her company was not unwelcome. Of course, nobody would ever say ‘get lost’ to her face for fear of insulting a princess. They would put up with her until she decided to leave them. She wasn’t very good at reading emotions, and wasn’t always sure when she was intruding. A smile, however slight, was a good indication that she wasn’t, as was Thea's willingness to talk to her before Zan had stepped in to keep them apart.
What had that been about anyway? Had he been trying to keep the reason that Thea had moved into the manor from her? Or was he adamant that the two of them not become friends? It didn’t really matter. The princess wasn’t a child anymore and she could decide for herself who she wished to associate with.
She wondered if Mihail had told his sister about their secret hunt, or if he had kept that excursion a secret. Athanasia was not sure how close he was to his elder sisters, but she didn’t think he would reveal anything that they could use against her. She would be in serious trouble if her parents found out she had disobeyed their orders. And her brothers would be out for blood.
She chuckled, thinking of noble ladies being hauled away by guards for fighting, but it could definitely happen. Tensions were high now. Almost everyone knew somebody who was off at war and they had to vent their frustrations somewhere. Court was not the place for it, as she had been recently reminded by her mother when she had insulted those women for speaking ill of her little nephew.
“I remember a few times when men were thrown out for brawling, and occasionally somebody was asked to leave if got too drunk and broke things. At my first court session, a man was removed for throwing food. I thought it was hilarious at the time.” She almost added that she didn’t understand how people could be so stupid that they lost control of themselves, but what had she just done herself? Both her aunt and her mother had chastised her for that outburst.
Thea had some good advice on that very subject. Athanasia nodded as she listened, focusing on the green lawn bathed in silver by the light of the moon. A small creature scurried out from behind a bush and disappeared into a hedge.
It was true that she had been a bit too hasty, and that spreading discreet rumors would have had more effect and done more damage. Had an enemy of Imeeya’s employed that technique to accuse her of having a pirate lover? Had it been Thea, as her cousin had suspected? She certainly seemed to know a lot about ruining a person with whispered words.
“I will try to remember that if there’s a next time. Your way wold have been a lot more effective.” The princess sighed. “Sometimes I have a hard time holding my tongue, especially when someone speaks ill of a member of my family. I defend them without thinking things out first. I do need to work on restraining my impulses.”
Athanasia turned her attention to the Thanasi woman. “How are you settling in. Lady Thea? It must be difficult adjusting to living with a family that is not your own. I suppose I will be in the same position when I am wed. I don’t look forward to that day at all.”
Euterpe waited patiently as Essa redressed herself, her gaze idling along the empty hall and kept respectfully averted from her noble companion. Though she had no shame in exposing herself, she knew that wasn’t often the case with other women, particularly women of stature like the Drakos. Once Essa was dressed again, however, she turned back to the younger woman with a gentle smile.
“No need for apologies, my lady,” she reassured the girl, reaching out to lightly squeeze her shoulder. “None of this is your fault, and you couldn’t have predicted any of it. I appreciate your help, and your kindness in inviting me in the first place. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
I doubt that. No one here notices me. We should return though. Let me tell my sister and mother about the clothes and then we can try to salvage this day somehow, okay?
A frown marred delicate features when Essa spoke again; she hated to hear her young friend speak of herself that way. She was such a sweet little thing, a soft blossom amidst a crowd of thorns—that in itself should have made her worthy of notice. A breath of fresh air in a pool of venom, what wasn’t there to adore? Perhaps it was just that, though; too often kindness or gentleness could be construed as weakness. Euterpe did not think Essa weak, merely quiet, but maybe the rest of the Colchian Court did not agree.
“All right, sweetheart, let’s go,” she said, her voice warm as she took Essa’s arm. “Back into the pit of snakes. At least now we know to be wary of bites.”
Her lips tilted in a smirk at her weak jest, her pace sedate as she walked beside her young friend. Separating once they were back among the crowd, Essa asked if Euterpe would inform her sister of the dress soon to come. The priestess nodded, adding her own stipulation, “I will speak to her, yes, my lady. But then I think I will take a moment to catch my breath outside. Perhaps you might join me there, after you speak with the princess? I think the fresh air will do us both some good.”
Hazel eyes briefly followed her friend as she walked off to speak with Princess Tythra, Euterpe taking a deep breath and releasing it. Standing up a little straighter, she squared her shoulders and made to approach Lady Imeeya, wary as she had not exactly given her the kindest greeting. “My lady,” she said with a soft clear of her throat, lingering a few paces away as she waited to be acknowledged. “Your sister asked me to tell you she sent for a gown to be brought to you. It should be along shortly.”
With a quick curtsy, she was off again, not truly wishing to prolong the conversation. As she’d told Essa, she really wanted to go outside, to let the soft light of the moon and the autumn breeze soothe and lift her injured spirits. One thing was for sure—Euterpe would not be rushing to attend Court again any time soon.
Slipping through the throng of nobles and their retainers, Euterpe breathed a gentle sigh of relief once she was beyond the doors. Tilting her head back to gaze at the stars overhead, a smile softened her face. Serene and sparkling, it was hard to remain focused on earthly woes when presented with the beauty of the cosmos.
A pair of quiet voices nearby alerted her that she was not alone, the priestess turning to see who else was on the terrace. One of the women at least she recognized—Lady Thea of Thanasi, a former patron and an object of gossip that not even Euterpe was too isolated not to hear. Her companion, she wasn’t entirely sure of; the woman had a vague sense of familiarity, but one that was faded and dulled with time.
She wasn’t sure whether she ought to approach the pair or not as they seemed deep in conversation, and she didn’t want to intrude. Instead, she simply waited until she saw Thea’s gaze vaguely in her direction, smiling and nodding with a wave of her hand. However, she still hung back, unwilling to interrupt—she had already been essentially snubbed more than once tonight, and she did not want to repeat the experience, particularly not with someone she had known… intimately. Not that she thought Lady Thea would outright ignore her, but tonight had served well enough to show her that Court didn’t always bring out the best in people.
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Euterpe waited patiently as Essa redressed herself, her gaze idling along the empty hall and kept respectfully averted from her noble companion. Though she had no shame in exposing herself, she knew that wasn’t often the case with other women, particularly women of stature like the Drakos. Once Essa was dressed again, however, she turned back to the younger woman with a gentle smile.
“No need for apologies, my lady,” she reassured the girl, reaching out to lightly squeeze her shoulder. “None of this is your fault, and you couldn’t have predicted any of it. I appreciate your help, and your kindness in inviting me in the first place. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
I doubt that. No one here notices me. We should return though. Let me tell my sister and mother about the clothes and then we can try to salvage this day somehow, okay?
A frown marred delicate features when Essa spoke again; she hated to hear her young friend speak of herself that way. She was such a sweet little thing, a soft blossom amidst a crowd of thorns—that in itself should have made her worthy of notice. A breath of fresh air in a pool of venom, what wasn’t there to adore? Perhaps it was just that, though; too often kindness or gentleness could be construed as weakness. Euterpe did not think Essa weak, merely quiet, but maybe the rest of the Colchian Court did not agree.
“All right, sweetheart, let’s go,” she said, her voice warm as she took Essa’s arm. “Back into the pit of snakes. At least now we know to be wary of bites.”
Her lips tilted in a smirk at her weak jest, her pace sedate as she walked beside her young friend. Separating once they were back among the crowd, Essa asked if Euterpe would inform her sister of the dress soon to come. The priestess nodded, adding her own stipulation, “I will speak to her, yes, my lady. But then I think I will take a moment to catch my breath outside. Perhaps you might join me there, after you speak with the princess? I think the fresh air will do us both some good.”
Hazel eyes briefly followed her friend as she walked off to speak with Princess Tythra, Euterpe taking a deep breath and releasing it. Standing up a little straighter, she squared her shoulders and made to approach Lady Imeeya, wary as she had not exactly given her the kindest greeting. “My lady,” she said with a soft clear of her throat, lingering a few paces away as she waited to be acknowledged. “Your sister asked me to tell you she sent for a gown to be brought to you. It should be along shortly.”
With a quick curtsy, she was off again, not truly wishing to prolong the conversation. As she’d told Essa, she really wanted to go outside, to let the soft light of the moon and the autumn breeze soothe and lift her injured spirits. One thing was for sure—Euterpe would not be rushing to attend Court again any time soon.
Slipping through the throng of nobles and their retainers, Euterpe breathed a gentle sigh of relief once she was beyond the doors. Tilting her head back to gaze at the stars overhead, a smile softened her face. Serene and sparkling, it was hard to remain focused on earthly woes when presented with the beauty of the cosmos.
A pair of quiet voices nearby alerted her that she was not alone, the priestess turning to see who else was on the terrace. One of the women at least she recognized—Lady Thea of Thanasi, a former patron and an object of gossip that not even Euterpe was too isolated not to hear. Her companion, she wasn’t entirely sure of; the woman had a vague sense of familiarity, but one that was faded and dulled with time.
She wasn’t sure whether she ought to approach the pair or not as they seemed deep in conversation, and she didn’t want to intrude. Instead, she simply waited until she saw Thea’s gaze vaguely in her direction, smiling and nodding with a wave of her hand. However, she still hung back, unwilling to interrupt—she had already been essentially snubbed more than once tonight, and she did not want to repeat the experience, particularly not with someone she had known… intimately. Not that she thought Lady Thea would outright ignore her, but tonight had served well enough to show her that Court didn’t always bring out the best in people.
Euterpe waited patiently as Essa redressed herself, her gaze idling along the empty hall and kept respectfully averted from her noble companion. Though she had no shame in exposing herself, she knew that wasn’t often the case with other women, particularly women of stature like the Drakos. Once Essa was dressed again, however, she turned back to the younger woman with a gentle smile.
“No need for apologies, my lady,” she reassured the girl, reaching out to lightly squeeze her shoulder. “None of this is your fault, and you couldn’t have predicted any of it. I appreciate your help, and your kindness in inviting me in the first place. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
I doubt that. No one here notices me. We should return though. Let me tell my sister and mother about the clothes and then we can try to salvage this day somehow, okay?
A frown marred delicate features when Essa spoke again; she hated to hear her young friend speak of herself that way. She was such a sweet little thing, a soft blossom amidst a crowd of thorns—that in itself should have made her worthy of notice. A breath of fresh air in a pool of venom, what wasn’t there to adore? Perhaps it was just that, though; too often kindness or gentleness could be construed as weakness. Euterpe did not think Essa weak, merely quiet, but maybe the rest of the Colchian Court did not agree.
“All right, sweetheart, let’s go,” she said, her voice warm as she took Essa’s arm. “Back into the pit of snakes. At least now we know to be wary of bites.”
Her lips tilted in a smirk at her weak jest, her pace sedate as she walked beside her young friend. Separating once they were back among the crowd, Essa asked if Euterpe would inform her sister of the dress soon to come. The priestess nodded, adding her own stipulation, “I will speak to her, yes, my lady. But then I think I will take a moment to catch my breath outside. Perhaps you might join me there, after you speak with the princess? I think the fresh air will do us both some good.”
Hazel eyes briefly followed her friend as she walked off to speak with Princess Tythra, Euterpe taking a deep breath and releasing it. Standing up a little straighter, she squared her shoulders and made to approach Lady Imeeya, wary as she had not exactly given her the kindest greeting. “My lady,” she said with a soft clear of her throat, lingering a few paces away as she waited to be acknowledged. “Your sister asked me to tell you she sent for a gown to be brought to you. It should be along shortly.”
With a quick curtsy, she was off again, not truly wishing to prolong the conversation. As she’d told Essa, she really wanted to go outside, to let the soft light of the moon and the autumn breeze soothe and lift her injured spirits. One thing was for sure—Euterpe would not be rushing to attend Court again any time soon.
Slipping through the throng of nobles and their retainers, Euterpe breathed a gentle sigh of relief once she was beyond the doors. Tilting her head back to gaze at the stars overhead, a smile softened her face. Serene and sparkling, it was hard to remain focused on earthly woes when presented with the beauty of the cosmos.
A pair of quiet voices nearby alerted her that she was not alone, the priestess turning to see who else was on the terrace. One of the women at least she recognized—Lady Thea of Thanasi, a former patron and an object of gossip that not even Euterpe was too isolated not to hear. Her companion, she wasn’t entirely sure of; the woman had a vague sense of familiarity, but one that was faded and dulled with time.
She wasn’t sure whether she ought to approach the pair or not as they seemed deep in conversation, and she didn’t want to intrude. Instead, she simply waited until she saw Thea’s gaze vaguely in her direction, smiling and nodding with a wave of her hand. However, she still hung back, unwilling to interrupt—she had already been essentially snubbed more than once tonight, and she did not want to repeat the experience, particularly not with someone she had known… intimately. Not that she thought Lady Thea would outright ignore her, but tonight had served well enough to show her that Court didn’t always bring out the best in people.
These were the moments Tythra’s patience was truly tested. At first, court started the way it would typically: Gossip. That was something Tythra could handle. She could keep an ear out, learn some things, and use it elsewhere when it was needed. But quickly court became a mess. It was as if ladies forgot how to be proper without the men here to reel them in. Tythra expected more from the Ladies of Colchis, and instead, she was left utterly disappointed.
She had enough. Queen Yanni and Master Magnus had slipped out, her niece and Lady Thea had disappeared, and Imeeya made what was already a scene even bigger. Tythra had to close her eyes and take a breath. This was probably what Queen Kaiti would have felt like had she lived to see Tythra at Imeeya’s age. Gods, she probably felt this way when she was alive. She didn’t much appreciate her past behavior coming around to bite her. Nor did her past self appreciate you’ll understand when you have children actually be validated. But now was not the time to think of that.
And then… where did Essa get off too? Why was everyone disappearing so quickly? With another deep breath, and only a slight waver to her smile, she stepped away from the glass and the red liquid. “Thank you,” Tythra said kindly to the servants who had all scurried over to help.
Her eyes swept the courtroom, noting the people who had purposefully avoided the Princess’s gaze, before landing on Imeeya. She was now huffing in a chair like an angry toddler who had not gotten her way. In fact, she looked exactly like she once did, except for the now slimmer face with the baby fat having had disappeared and a wine-soaked chiton. And with the slight sway in her seat, Tythra could only guess why Imeeya was acting in such a matter. For goodness sake. Normally Essa was the problem at court, not Imeeya.
Tythra walked over to her daughter, placing a soft hand on her arm. “Imeeya, dear, do you think this is appropriate behavior for court?” Tythra’s voice was soft and quiet, and while the smile persisted, the sternness in her eyes made clear that this was no laughing matter. “Up, Imeeya. I think you have had enough of court for the evening.” How little it was.
This was no suggestion. Imeeya would be wise to follow Tythra as she walked out the doors and into the hall. The very second she stepped out of court, the smile vanished and the cold annoyance finally settled on her face. Once more she looked down the hall, and then she finally found her other daughter. She quickly made her way to Essa. “Essa, it seems your sister has had quite the night.” And she would have quite the morning once Tythra gave her a talking to, “I think it best we summon the carriage and leave. Are you ready?”
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These were the moments Tythra’s patience was truly tested. At first, court started the way it would typically: Gossip. That was something Tythra could handle. She could keep an ear out, learn some things, and use it elsewhere when it was needed. But quickly court became a mess. It was as if ladies forgot how to be proper without the men here to reel them in. Tythra expected more from the Ladies of Colchis, and instead, she was left utterly disappointed.
She had enough. Queen Yanni and Master Magnus had slipped out, her niece and Lady Thea had disappeared, and Imeeya made what was already a scene even bigger. Tythra had to close her eyes and take a breath. This was probably what Queen Kaiti would have felt like had she lived to see Tythra at Imeeya’s age. Gods, she probably felt this way when she was alive. She didn’t much appreciate her past behavior coming around to bite her. Nor did her past self appreciate you’ll understand when you have children actually be validated. But now was not the time to think of that.
And then… where did Essa get off too? Why was everyone disappearing so quickly? With another deep breath, and only a slight waver to her smile, she stepped away from the glass and the red liquid. “Thank you,” Tythra said kindly to the servants who had all scurried over to help.
Her eyes swept the courtroom, noting the people who had purposefully avoided the Princess’s gaze, before landing on Imeeya. She was now huffing in a chair like an angry toddler who had not gotten her way. In fact, she looked exactly like she once did, except for the now slimmer face with the baby fat having had disappeared and a wine-soaked chiton. And with the slight sway in her seat, Tythra could only guess why Imeeya was acting in such a matter. For goodness sake. Normally Essa was the problem at court, not Imeeya.
Tythra walked over to her daughter, placing a soft hand on her arm. “Imeeya, dear, do you think this is appropriate behavior for court?” Tythra’s voice was soft and quiet, and while the smile persisted, the sternness in her eyes made clear that this was no laughing matter. “Up, Imeeya. I think you have had enough of court for the evening.” How little it was.
This was no suggestion. Imeeya would be wise to follow Tythra as she walked out the doors and into the hall. The very second she stepped out of court, the smile vanished and the cold annoyance finally settled on her face. Once more she looked down the hall, and then she finally found her other daughter. She quickly made her way to Essa. “Essa, it seems your sister has had quite the night.” And she would have quite the morning once Tythra gave her a talking to, “I think it best we summon the carriage and leave. Are you ready?”
These were the moments Tythra’s patience was truly tested. At first, court started the way it would typically: Gossip. That was something Tythra could handle. She could keep an ear out, learn some things, and use it elsewhere when it was needed. But quickly court became a mess. It was as if ladies forgot how to be proper without the men here to reel them in. Tythra expected more from the Ladies of Colchis, and instead, she was left utterly disappointed.
She had enough. Queen Yanni and Master Magnus had slipped out, her niece and Lady Thea had disappeared, and Imeeya made what was already a scene even bigger. Tythra had to close her eyes and take a breath. This was probably what Queen Kaiti would have felt like had she lived to see Tythra at Imeeya’s age. Gods, she probably felt this way when she was alive. She didn’t much appreciate her past behavior coming around to bite her. Nor did her past self appreciate you’ll understand when you have children actually be validated. But now was not the time to think of that.
And then… where did Essa get off too? Why was everyone disappearing so quickly? With another deep breath, and only a slight waver to her smile, she stepped away from the glass and the red liquid. “Thank you,” Tythra said kindly to the servants who had all scurried over to help.
Her eyes swept the courtroom, noting the people who had purposefully avoided the Princess’s gaze, before landing on Imeeya. She was now huffing in a chair like an angry toddler who had not gotten her way. In fact, she looked exactly like she once did, except for the now slimmer face with the baby fat having had disappeared and a wine-soaked chiton. And with the slight sway in her seat, Tythra could only guess why Imeeya was acting in such a matter. For goodness sake. Normally Essa was the problem at court, not Imeeya.
Tythra walked over to her daughter, placing a soft hand on her arm. “Imeeya, dear, do you think this is appropriate behavior for court?” Tythra’s voice was soft and quiet, and while the smile persisted, the sternness in her eyes made clear that this was no laughing matter. “Up, Imeeya. I think you have had enough of court for the evening.” How little it was.
This was no suggestion. Imeeya would be wise to follow Tythra as she walked out the doors and into the hall. The very second she stepped out of court, the smile vanished and the cold annoyance finally settled on her face. Once more she looked down the hall, and then she finally found her other daughter. She quickly made her way to Essa. “Essa, it seems your sister has had quite the night.” And she would have quite the morning once Tythra gave her a talking to, “I think it best we summon the carriage and leave. Are you ready?”
Imeeya barely looked up as Euterpe informed her that her sister had fetched her a change of clothes. That was like Essa, always trying to help people in whatever way possible. She was so softhearted. No wonder she was so uncomfortable at court. This kind of place would eat people like her alive. “Thanks, for letting me know,” Imeeya said to Euterpe briefly. That might at least make the night bearable. However, fate seemed to have other plans for her.
Not only had the ground not done her the courtesy of opening up to swallow her, her mother had noticed her behavior. Just fantastic. If anything could make the night worse, it was a lecture from her mother. She was not nearly sober enough for that. Or perhaps not drunk enough. It didn’t seem like she’d get much of a chance to remedy it in any direction before she had to speak to her mother.
Of course, her mother opened with a criticism. “I think they were acting inappropriately,” Imeeya retorted. They had managed to get wine spilled all over her after all. She thought it was entirely appropriate that she might be disgruntled after such an insult. Still, even with the change of clothing, if she could even find an appropriate place to change, she was finding that her hair had gone sticky. It was unpleasant and she did want to go home, but her mother dragging her home was another matter entirely. She wasn’t just going to get to change and bathe and sober up, she knew there was another shoe about to drop.
Still, she couldn’t come up with a better argument, and she knew fighting her mother would only make things worse in the end. Imeeya rose and followed her mother, reluctantly and unsteadily. The wine she drank earlier had only just fully hit her bloodstream. She followed her mother, scowling as they went to find her sister, though she dare not argue any more with her mother. Clearly there wasn’t anything left that her mother might want her input on, so she just skulked behind her, waiting for the night to end. At least then she could find out how much trouble she was actually in.
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Imeeya barely looked up as Euterpe informed her that her sister had fetched her a change of clothes. That was like Essa, always trying to help people in whatever way possible. She was so softhearted. No wonder she was so uncomfortable at court. This kind of place would eat people like her alive. “Thanks, for letting me know,” Imeeya said to Euterpe briefly. That might at least make the night bearable. However, fate seemed to have other plans for her.
Not only had the ground not done her the courtesy of opening up to swallow her, her mother had noticed her behavior. Just fantastic. If anything could make the night worse, it was a lecture from her mother. She was not nearly sober enough for that. Or perhaps not drunk enough. It didn’t seem like she’d get much of a chance to remedy it in any direction before she had to speak to her mother.
Of course, her mother opened with a criticism. “I think they were acting inappropriately,” Imeeya retorted. They had managed to get wine spilled all over her after all. She thought it was entirely appropriate that she might be disgruntled after such an insult. Still, even with the change of clothing, if she could even find an appropriate place to change, she was finding that her hair had gone sticky. It was unpleasant and she did want to go home, but her mother dragging her home was another matter entirely. She wasn’t just going to get to change and bathe and sober up, she knew there was another shoe about to drop.
Still, she couldn’t come up with a better argument, and she knew fighting her mother would only make things worse in the end. Imeeya rose and followed her mother, reluctantly and unsteadily. The wine she drank earlier had only just fully hit her bloodstream. She followed her mother, scowling as they went to find her sister, though she dare not argue any more with her mother. Clearly there wasn’t anything left that her mother might want her input on, so she just skulked behind her, waiting for the night to end. At least then she could find out how much trouble she was actually in.
Imeeya barely looked up as Euterpe informed her that her sister had fetched her a change of clothes. That was like Essa, always trying to help people in whatever way possible. She was so softhearted. No wonder she was so uncomfortable at court. This kind of place would eat people like her alive. “Thanks, for letting me know,” Imeeya said to Euterpe briefly. That might at least make the night bearable. However, fate seemed to have other plans for her.
Not only had the ground not done her the courtesy of opening up to swallow her, her mother had noticed her behavior. Just fantastic. If anything could make the night worse, it was a lecture from her mother. She was not nearly sober enough for that. Or perhaps not drunk enough. It didn’t seem like she’d get much of a chance to remedy it in any direction before she had to speak to her mother.
Of course, her mother opened with a criticism. “I think they were acting inappropriately,” Imeeya retorted. They had managed to get wine spilled all over her after all. She thought it was entirely appropriate that she might be disgruntled after such an insult. Still, even with the change of clothing, if she could even find an appropriate place to change, she was finding that her hair had gone sticky. It was unpleasant and she did want to go home, but her mother dragging her home was another matter entirely. She wasn’t just going to get to change and bathe and sober up, she knew there was another shoe about to drop.
Still, she couldn’t come up with a better argument, and she knew fighting her mother would only make things worse in the end. Imeeya rose and followed her mother, reluctantly and unsteadily. The wine she drank earlier had only just fully hit her bloodstream. She followed her mother, scowling as they went to find her sister, though she dare not argue any more with her mother. Clearly there wasn’t anything left that her mother might want her input on, so she just skulked behind her, waiting for the night to end. At least then she could find out how much trouble she was actually in.
With the growing number of dead bodies being found and unknown people turning up (which is an anomaly to Magnus as he generally knew the ins and outs of his kindgom, or so he liked to keep on top of it), he shared the Queen's unvoiced sentiments of suspicion and curiosity. There seemed to be something brewing that Magnus was intent to get to the bottom of. All of these things happening at the same time usually didn't come as a coincidence.
Noding to the Queen's instruction, with both the King and crown prince away, it was natural of him to speak to Queen Yanni and Prince Zanon as the interim rulers. A man of responsibility, while Magnus was unlikely to go running to them at any drop of a hat, they could also be certain that any information he does end up presenting to them would usually be thoroughly investigated and checked upon first.
While he did all of his duties as someone who simply enjoyed his job (afterall, he wasn't a litigator for so many years for no reason), he couldn't stop the slight appreciative smile that curled his lips upwards at the Queen's promise. If anything, all Magnus wanted after so many years was to ensure a good life for his sister and parents, and nothing could guarantee that more then him having a barony. While he did not hide the fact that he wanted such a thing, neither did he purposely tell it to people either. So being hopeful was a thing he often had whenever such chances crop up.
"Not for now, Your Majesty. I shall take my leave for now to check on other matters however, if you do not need me any further?" he murmured. Despite wanting a barony and often encouraging his sister to remain at such functions, Magnus himself did not enjoy mindless chit chat and socialization. He did well at it, as only a Master Informer could for he would need information, but when there was no need, he often preferred to be where he could be more useful.
As such, the man took a bow once the Queen granted his permission, and went away to speak to other's. With a mysterious tunnel, multiple deaths and the departure of the two highest ranking royals in Colchis, the man had his hands full. --- Her bright smile made Magnus involuntarily smile as well when she greeted him, but it took little time for the spymaster's eyes to fall to how little the dress she wore covered, something considered quite indecent should she be at court. But as someone who came from a small province himself, he knew that the nobility was a little more relaxed when they were out of the main capitol of Colchis. It did not detract Magnus from allowing his eyes to wander first however, lingering on her bare shoulders and the curve of her neck, surfaces he had peppered kisses all over before.
And neither did he make it subtle, really. Knowing Galatea's home, he knew that her servant's were subtle, and discreet, something necessary when their mistress ran the best parties attended by people miles around. Magnus himself used to attend if to network, until he got into his job as the Master Informer just a few years prior.
Having stood in the entrance hall for a while before his lover made her appearance, Magnus had observed the well furnished manor which housed the Peisistratos family, yet the moment Iolanthe made her appearance, his attention had zeroed in on her. Opening his arms to accept her embrace, he leaned down and managed to brush his lips against the curve of her shoulder even as she kissed his cheek. Leaning back, the spymaster gave an affectionate chuckle as he reached up to attempt to rearrange her messed up curls.
"Is this how you present yourself to the people of Arcanes?" he murmured, in an attempt to mock her, before his smile grew warmer. "I think I somewhat like it." It was reminiscient of how she would look like after Magnus thoroughly tupped her, and it stirred up highly favorable memories as he stepped back and gave a more appropriate greeting by bowing at her waist to her. "It is my pleasure to see you in your home as well, Lady Iolanthe. My sister will arrive in a few days, and I am thankful for your invitation, for I think Leto would greatly love being back in a small province again." As if he was looking around for someone, his dark eyes slid to the surrounding, and then a questioning look fell on Iolanthe after. "Is your sister and brother currently indisposed? I should make my arrival known to the Lord and Lady of the House, I think." It was a habit long cultivated in Magnus ever since he started moving in the inner circles of nobility, even as one who was no noble himself.
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With the growing number of dead bodies being found and unknown people turning up (which is an anomaly to Magnus as he generally knew the ins and outs of his kindgom, or so he liked to keep on top of it), he shared the Queen's unvoiced sentiments of suspicion and curiosity. There seemed to be something brewing that Magnus was intent to get to the bottom of. All of these things happening at the same time usually didn't come as a coincidence.
Noding to the Queen's instruction, with both the King and crown prince away, it was natural of him to speak to Queen Yanni and Prince Zanon as the interim rulers. A man of responsibility, while Magnus was unlikely to go running to them at any drop of a hat, they could also be certain that any information he does end up presenting to them would usually be thoroughly investigated and checked upon first.
While he did all of his duties as someone who simply enjoyed his job (afterall, he wasn't a litigator for so many years for no reason), he couldn't stop the slight appreciative smile that curled his lips upwards at the Queen's promise. If anything, all Magnus wanted after so many years was to ensure a good life for his sister and parents, and nothing could guarantee that more then him having a barony. While he did not hide the fact that he wanted such a thing, neither did he purposely tell it to people either. So being hopeful was a thing he often had whenever such chances crop up.
"Not for now, Your Majesty. I shall take my leave for now to check on other matters however, if you do not need me any further?" he murmured. Despite wanting a barony and often encouraging his sister to remain at such functions, Magnus himself did not enjoy mindless chit chat and socialization. He did well at it, as only a Master Informer could for he would need information, but when there was no need, he often preferred to be where he could be more useful.
As such, the man took a bow once the Queen granted his permission, and went away to speak to other's. With a mysterious tunnel, multiple deaths and the departure of the two highest ranking royals in Colchis, the man had his hands full. --- Her bright smile made Magnus involuntarily smile as well when she greeted him, but it took little time for the spymaster's eyes to fall to how little the dress she wore covered, something considered quite indecent should she be at court. But as someone who came from a small province himself, he knew that the nobility was a little more relaxed when they were out of the main capitol of Colchis. It did not detract Magnus from allowing his eyes to wander first however, lingering on her bare shoulders and the curve of her neck, surfaces he had peppered kisses all over before.
And neither did he make it subtle, really. Knowing Galatea's home, he knew that her servant's were subtle, and discreet, something necessary when their mistress ran the best parties attended by people miles around. Magnus himself used to attend if to network, until he got into his job as the Master Informer just a few years prior.
Having stood in the entrance hall for a while before his lover made her appearance, Magnus had observed the well furnished manor which housed the Peisistratos family, yet the moment Iolanthe made her appearance, his attention had zeroed in on her. Opening his arms to accept her embrace, he leaned down and managed to brush his lips against the curve of her shoulder even as she kissed his cheek. Leaning back, the spymaster gave an affectionate chuckle as he reached up to attempt to rearrange her messed up curls.
"Is this how you present yourself to the people of Arcanes?" he murmured, in an attempt to mock her, before his smile grew warmer. "I think I somewhat like it." It was reminiscient of how she would look like after Magnus thoroughly tupped her, and it stirred up highly favorable memories as he stepped back and gave a more appropriate greeting by bowing at her waist to her. "It is my pleasure to see you in your home as well, Lady Iolanthe. My sister will arrive in a few days, and I am thankful for your invitation, for I think Leto would greatly love being back in a small province again." As if he was looking around for someone, his dark eyes slid to the surrounding, and then a questioning look fell on Iolanthe after. "Is your sister and brother currently indisposed? I should make my arrival known to the Lord and Lady of the House, I think." It was a habit long cultivated in Magnus ever since he started moving in the inner circles of nobility, even as one who was no noble himself.
With the growing number of dead bodies being found and unknown people turning up (which is an anomaly to Magnus as he generally knew the ins and outs of his kindgom, or so he liked to keep on top of it), he shared the Queen's unvoiced sentiments of suspicion and curiosity. There seemed to be something brewing that Magnus was intent to get to the bottom of. All of these things happening at the same time usually didn't come as a coincidence.
Noding to the Queen's instruction, with both the King and crown prince away, it was natural of him to speak to Queen Yanni and Prince Zanon as the interim rulers. A man of responsibility, while Magnus was unlikely to go running to them at any drop of a hat, they could also be certain that any information he does end up presenting to them would usually be thoroughly investigated and checked upon first.
While he did all of his duties as someone who simply enjoyed his job (afterall, he wasn't a litigator for so many years for no reason), he couldn't stop the slight appreciative smile that curled his lips upwards at the Queen's promise. If anything, all Magnus wanted after so many years was to ensure a good life for his sister and parents, and nothing could guarantee that more then him having a barony. While he did not hide the fact that he wanted such a thing, neither did he purposely tell it to people either. So being hopeful was a thing he often had whenever such chances crop up.
"Not for now, Your Majesty. I shall take my leave for now to check on other matters however, if you do not need me any further?" he murmured. Despite wanting a barony and often encouraging his sister to remain at such functions, Magnus himself did not enjoy mindless chit chat and socialization. He did well at it, as only a Master Informer could for he would need information, but when there was no need, he often preferred to be where he could be more useful.
As such, the man took a bow once the Queen granted his permission, and went away to speak to other's. With a mysterious tunnel, multiple deaths and the departure of the two highest ranking royals in Colchis, the man had his hands full. --- Her bright smile made Magnus involuntarily smile as well when she greeted him, but it took little time for the spymaster's eyes to fall to how little the dress she wore covered, something considered quite indecent should she be at court. But as someone who came from a small province himself, he knew that the nobility was a little more relaxed when they were out of the main capitol of Colchis. It did not detract Magnus from allowing his eyes to wander first however, lingering on her bare shoulders and the curve of her neck, surfaces he had peppered kisses all over before.
And neither did he make it subtle, really. Knowing Galatea's home, he knew that her servant's were subtle, and discreet, something necessary when their mistress ran the best parties attended by people miles around. Magnus himself used to attend if to network, until he got into his job as the Master Informer just a few years prior.
Having stood in the entrance hall for a while before his lover made her appearance, Magnus had observed the well furnished manor which housed the Peisistratos family, yet the moment Iolanthe made her appearance, his attention had zeroed in on her. Opening his arms to accept her embrace, he leaned down and managed to brush his lips against the curve of her shoulder even as she kissed his cheek. Leaning back, the spymaster gave an affectionate chuckle as he reached up to attempt to rearrange her messed up curls.
"Is this how you present yourself to the people of Arcanes?" he murmured, in an attempt to mock her, before his smile grew warmer. "I think I somewhat like it." It was reminiscient of how she would look like after Magnus thoroughly tupped her, and it stirred up highly favorable memories as he stepped back and gave a more appropriate greeting by bowing at her waist to her. "It is my pleasure to see you in your home as well, Lady Iolanthe. My sister will arrive in a few days, and I am thankful for your invitation, for I think Leto would greatly love being back in a small province again." As if he was looking around for someone, his dark eyes slid to the surrounding, and then a questioning look fell on Iolanthe after. "Is your sister and brother currently indisposed? I should make my arrival known to the Lord and Lady of the House, I think." It was a habit long cultivated in Magnus ever since he started moving in the inner circles of nobility, even as one who was no noble himself.
Yanni nodded as Magnus stated that was his only news for now. That was good she supposed, she wasn’t sure how much more she could handle when it came to all these events that were happening. There was enough on her mind with most of her family off to war and the dead bodies that seemed to be popping up every where.
Suddenly she was feeling her age, and feeling exhausted.
“No, that’s all.” She said, dismissing him after he asked if he was needed. She threw in a quick thank you just before he left.
When she was alone in the room she took a moment to take a deep breath and let her eyes close. She was a strong woman, but years of being a strong wife, mother and leader had taken its toll on her and sometimes she wished that she could just sneak off some where for awhile and take some time on her own. But she couldn’t. As Queen, especially with her husband and their firstborn both gone. She needed to lead.
She opened her eyes and smoothed out the look on her face so no one would notice anything was wrong or bothering her.
She stepped out of the room and looked around for anyone important that she had not yet had the chance to greet. There didn’t seem to be any, and she no longer had any desire to remain here. She already hadn’t wanted to show up to start with.
Yanni felt she had done her duty in showing up and socializing for awhile, and now she wished to retire to her room and mull over the information she had given, as well as relax for awhile.
And so with that, she took her leave, heading for the door as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t have to say goodbye. She knew that her exit would likely be noticed, and would probably be talked about, but at the moment she just couldn’t care.
They could guess all they wanted at what caused her to leave suddenly, none of them would have a real idea what was on her mind or what she and Magnus had discussed.
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Yanni nodded as Magnus stated that was his only news for now. That was good she supposed, she wasn’t sure how much more she could handle when it came to all these events that were happening. There was enough on her mind with most of her family off to war and the dead bodies that seemed to be popping up every where.
Suddenly she was feeling her age, and feeling exhausted.
“No, that’s all.” She said, dismissing him after he asked if he was needed. She threw in a quick thank you just before he left.
When she was alone in the room she took a moment to take a deep breath and let her eyes close. She was a strong woman, but years of being a strong wife, mother and leader had taken its toll on her and sometimes she wished that she could just sneak off some where for awhile and take some time on her own. But she couldn’t. As Queen, especially with her husband and their firstborn both gone. She needed to lead.
She opened her eyes and smoothed out the look on her face so no one would notice anything was wrong or bothering her.
She stepped out of the room and looked around for anyone important that she had not yet had the chance to greet. There didn’t seem to be any, and she no longer had any desire to remain here. She already hadn’t wanted to show up to start with.
Yanni felt she had done her duty in showing up and socializing for awhile, and now she wished to retire to her room and mull over the information she had given, as well as relax for awhile.
And so with that, she took her leave, heading for the door as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t have to say goodbye. She knew that her exit would likely be noticed, and would probably be talked about, but at the moment she just couldn’t care.
They could guess all they wanted at what caused her to leave suddenly, none of them would have a real idea what was on her mind or what she and Magnus had discussed.
Yanni nodded as Magnus stated that was his only news for now. That was good she supposed, she wasn’t sure how much more she could handle when it came to all these events that were happening. There was enough on her mind with most of her family off to war and the dead bodies that seemed to be popping up every where.
Suddenly she was feeling her age, and feeling exhausted.
“No, that’s all.” She said, dismissing him after he asked if he was needed. She threw in a quick thank you just before he left.
When she was alone in the room she took a moment to take a deep breath and let her eyes close. She was a strong woman, but years of being a strong wife, mother and leader had taken its toll on her and sometimes she wished that she could just sneak off some where for awhile and take some time on her own. But she couldn’t. As Queen, especially with her husband and their firstborn both gone. She needed to lead.
She opened her eyes and smoothed out the look on her face so no one would notice anything was wrong or bothering her.
She stepped out of the room and looked around for anyone important that she had not yet had the chance to greet. There didn’t seem to be any, and she no longer had any desire to remain here. She already hadn’t wanted to show up to start with.
Yanni felt she had done her duty in showing up and socializing for awhile, and now she wished to retire to her room and mull over the information she had given, as well as relax for awhile.
And so with that, she took her leave, heading for the door as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t have to say goodbye. She knew that her exit would likely be noticed, and would probably be talked about, but at the moment she just couldn’t care.
They could guess all they wanted at what caused her to leave suddenly, none of them would have a real idea what was on her mind or what she and Magnus had discussed.