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Taking advantage of the slight leeway offered by Elias now, Emilia had decided to take in some sun, something she had sorely missed and would likely not be taking for granted again in the near future after having been cooped up indoors for so long with only a window for the outside. While a window was great to peer at the outside, nothing beats the feeling of having the heat of the sun gently caressing one's skin as they strolled, wind brushing the face, and her brunette locks being tossed in the breeze.
Unlike her usual extravagant outfits, Emilia's wardrobe has toned down considerably over the last few weeks, especially considering the situation she was in. A princess used to getting a new dress almost every other week, she has not updated her wardobe in over a month. Still, she's had other things on her mind.
Things like whether or not she should trust the family allegedly trying to assist her in this trying time, when she couldn't even be certain if her sister was still around, or if she was technically already Queen to her home kingdom. Information came from all sources, and Emilia who was never one who liked dealing with this sort of things, handled them poorly. Unlike Persephone, Emilia acted on gut instinct and emotion, mostly guided by intuition and did not own Persephone's decision making skills fueled by logic and facts.
So in her head, it was a mess of who should she trust and what felt better in her head. Elias looked as if he was trying to help, yet what she heard and was told boded otherwise. In her seafoam green chiton that was cinched at her waist simply by a golden rope-woven belt, Emilia appeared deep in thought as she thoughtlessly brushed a finger against the leaves and flowers blooming in the gardens, completely unaware of the commotion happening in the stables she was now approaching as she wallowed in her own thoughts.
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Taking advantage of the slight leeway offered by Elias now, Emilia had decided to take in some sun, something she had sorely missed and would likely not be taking for granted again in the near future after having been cooped up indoors for so long with only a window for the outside. While a window was great to peer at the outside, nothing beats the feeling of having the heat of the sun gently caressing one's skin as they strolled, wind brushing the face, and her brunette locks being tossed in the breeze.
Unlike her usual extravagant outfits, Emilia's wardrobe has toned down considerably over the last few weeks, especially considering the situation she was in. A princess used to getting a new dress almost every other week, she has not updated her wardobe in over a month. Still, she's had other things on her mind.
Things like whether or not she should trust the family allegedly trying to assist her in this trying time, when she couldn't even be certain if her sister was still around, or if she was technically already Queen to her home kingdom. Information came from all sources, and Emilia who was never one who liked dealing with this sort of things, handled them poorly. Unlike Persephone, Emilia acted on gut instinct and emotion, mostly guided by intuition and did not own Persephone's decision making skills fueled by logic and facts.
So in her head, it was a mess of who should she trust and what felt better in her head. Elias looked as if he was trying to help, yet what she heard and was told boded otherwise. In her seafoam green chiton that was cinched at her waist simply by a golden rope-woven belt, Emilia appeared deep in thought as she thoughtlessly brushed a finger against the leaves and flowers blooming in the gardens, completely unaware of the commotion happening in the stables she was now approaching as she wallowed in her own thoughts.
Taking advantage of the slight leeway offered by Elias now, Emilia had decided to take in some sun, something she had sorely missed and would likely not be taking for granted again in the near future after having been cooped up indoors for so long with only a window for the outside. While a window was great to peer at the outside, nothing beats the feeling of having the heat of the sun gently caressing one's skin as they strolled, wind brushing the face, and her brunette locks being tossed in the breeze.
Unlike her usual extravagant outfits, Emilia's wardrobe has toned down considerably over the last few weeks, especially considering the situation she was in. A princess used to getting a new dress almost every other week, she has not updated her wardobe in over a month. Still, she's had other things on her mind.
Things like whether or not she should trust the family allegedly trying to assist her in this trying time, when she couldn't even be certain if her sister was still around, or if she was technically already Queen to her home kingdom. Information came from all sources, and Emilia who was never one who liked dealing with this sort of things, handled them poorly. Unlike Persephone, Emilia acted on gut instinct and emotion, mostly guided by intuition and did not own Persephone's decision making skills fueled by logic and facts.
So in her head, it was a mess of who should she trust and what felt better in her head. Elias looked as if he was trying to help, yet what she heard and was told boded otherwise. In her seafoam green chiton that was cinched at her waist simply by a golden rope-woven belt, Emilia appeared deep in thought as she thoughtlessly brushed a finger against the leaves and flowers blooming in the gardens, completely unaware of the commotion happening in the stables she was now approaching as she wallowed in her own thoughts.
Everything was going according to plan. Envoys were being sent to Thesnia to oversee the collection of its bounty in grain. Butchers gathered to slaughter animals and preserve their flesh and hides. Then, there were the products of the harvest itself, withheld for several weeks up until the moment they were deemed truly necessary. If Elias was a merciful man, he'd have brought it to Athenia before the riots that ensued, but it was irrelevant to him that common born were put down by the guard or that some royals had their houses broken into to steal away food.
If anything, his continued biding of time proved to his advantage, for now Emilia of Xanthos had a moniker with which to bear a permanent mark upon her image. Down fell the house of Xanthos, and Elias would be there to act as the hero, the precious saviour that Athenia had cast aside only to welcome in their time of greatest need. Content with his machinations going exactly as planned, he had every intention of going into the town with an accompanied duo of guards. Let the commoners and merchants see his face, the only face of guidance they could rely upon in these times of strife.
Elias of Stravos was not a merciful man, and cared little for their plight but what significance it served to usher in his rise to power. The pawns were set in their proper places and it was his prerogative to act as the kindly face of charity. His guards each carried a small pouch of coins, intent upon giving a paltry sum to the commoners of the docks in particular. They served a purpose and the tiny relief would act as some amount of bribery for them to continue along in their every day tasks. Serve me. Give unto me the adulation once reserved for the witch-Queen and allow me to bless you in return.
Elias of Stravos was intent upon reaching the stables in order to cast off when he saw a young woman dressed in a mute green hue. Her visage was intimately familiar, but without the ostentatious flair and royal attire, it took him a long moment to realize just who it was. What's Emilia doing out here? he wondered. It was, perhaps, a fitting opportunity, for the young princess could even come to accompany him. To see the both of them together, standing in solidarity would prove an asset to him in order to coerce the Crown Princess into giving him the powers and throne that he rightfully deserved.
Could he do that? Could Elias of Stravos cross Persephone out of her throne before she even returned to reclaim it? It would take weeks and it was doubtful that she'd keep her distance for much longer, if she wasn't already hiding in some hovel waiting for a chance to gather power. The thought of the witch-Queen being in the shadows watching his every move haunted him and breached into the realm of Morpheous whenever he fell into light slumber. He furrowed his brow, dismissing the thoughts with the intention of drawing nearer and nearer to the princess.
Elias had no intention of announcing himself, and raised a hand so that his guard would not alert her to his presence. Rather, he'd surprise her, an act that could be perceived as playful and affectionate, precisely the sort of drivel that the simple-minded princess could fall for.
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Everything was going according to plan. Envoys were being sent to Thesnia to oversee the collection of its bounty in grain. Butchers gathered to slaughter animals and preserve their flesh and hides. Then, there were the products of the harvest itself, withheld for several weeks up until the moment they were deemed truly necessary. If Elias was a merciful man, he'd have brought it to Athenia before the riots that ensued, but it was irrelevant to him that common born were put down by the guard or that some royals had their houses broken into to steal away food.
If anything, his continued biding of time proved to his advantage, for now Emilia of Xanthos had a moniker with which to bear a permanent mark upon her image. Down fell the house of Xanthos, and Elias would be there to act as the hero, the precious saviour that Athenia had cast aside only to welcome in their time of greatest need. Content with his machinations going exactly as planned, he had every intention of going into the town with an accompanied duo of guards. Let the commoners and merchants see his face, the only face of guidance they could rely upon in these times of strife.
Elias of Stravos was not a merciful man, and cared little for their plight but what significance it served to usher in his rise to power. The pawns were set in their proper places and it was his prerogative to act as the kindly face of charity. His guards each carried a small pouch of coins, intent upon giving a paltry sum to the commoners of the docks in particular. They served a purpose and the tiny relief would act as some amount of bribery for them to continue along in their every day tasks. Serve me. Give unto me the adulation once reserved for the witch-Queen and allow me to bless you in return.
Elias of Stravos was intent upon reaching the stables in order to cast off when he saw a young woman dressed in a mute green hue. Her visage was intimately familiar, but without the ostentatious flair and royal attire, it took him a long moment to realize just who it was. What's Emilia doing out here? he wondered. It was, perhaps, a fitting opportunity, for the young princess could even come to accompany him. To see the both of them together, standing in solidarity would prove an asset to him in order to coerce the Crown Princess into giving him the powers and throne that he rightfully deserved.
Could he do that? Could Elias of Stravos cross Persephone out of her throne before she even returned to reclaim it? It would take weeks and it was doubtful that she'd keep her distance for much longer, if she wasn't already hiding in some hovel waiting for a chance to gather power. The thought of the witch-Queen being in the shadows watching his every move haunted him and breached into the realm of Morpheous whenever he fell into light slumber. He furrowed his brow, dismissing the thoughts with the intention of drawing nearer and nearer to the princess.
Elias had no intention of announcing himself, and raised a hand so that his guard would not alert her to his presence. Rather, he'd surprise her, an act that could be perceived as playful and affectionate, precisely the sort of drivel that the simple-minded princess could fall for.
Everything was going according to plan. Envoys were being sent to Thesnia to oversee the collection of its bounty in grain. Butchers gathered to slaughter animals and preserve their flesh and hides. Then, there were the products of the harvest itself, withheld for several weeks up until the moment they were deemed truly necessary. If Elias was a merciful man, he'd have brought it to Athenia before the riots that ensued, but it was irrelevant to him that common born were put down by the guard or that some royals had their houses broken into to steal away food.
If anything, his continued biding of time proved to his advantage, for now Emilia of Xanthos had a moniker with which to bear a permanent mark upon her image. Down fell the house of Xanthos, and Elias would be there to act as the hero, the precious saviour that Athenia had cast aside only to welcome in their time of greatest need. Content with his machinations going exactly as planned, he had every intention of going into the town with an accompanied duo of guards. Let the commoners and merchants see his face, the only face of guidance they could rely upon in these times of strife.
Elias of Stravos was not a merciful man, and cared little for their plight but what significance it served to usher in his rise to power. The pawns were set in their proper places and it was his prerogative to act as the kindly face of charity. His guards each carried a small pouch of coins, intent upon giving a paltry sum to the commoners of the docks in particular. They served a purpose and the tiny relief would act as some amount of bribery for them to continue along in their every day tasks. Serve me. Give unto me the adulation once reserved for the witch-Queen and allow me to bless you in return.
Elias of Stravos was intent upon reaching the stables in order to cast off when he saw a young woman dressed in a mute green hue. Her visage was intimately familiar, but without the ostentatious flair and royal attire, it took him a long moment to realize just who it was. What's Emilia doing out here? he wondered. It was, perhaps, a fitting opportunity, for the young princess could even come to accompany him. To see the both of them together, standing in solidarity would prove an asset to him in order to coerce the Crown Princess into giving him the powers and throne that he rightfully deserved.
Could he do that? Could Elias of Stravos cross Persephone out of her throne before she even returned to reclaim it? It would take weeks and it was doubtful that she'd keep her distance for much longer, if she wasn't already hiding in some hovel waiting for a chance to gather power. The thought of the witch-Queen being in the shadows watching his every move haunted him and breached into the realm of Morpheous whenever he fell into light slumber. He furrowed his brow, dismissing the thoughts with the intention of drawing nearer and nearer to the princess.
Elias had no intention of announcing himself, and raised a hand so that his guard would not alert her to his presence. Rather, he'd surprise her, an act that could be perceived as playful and affectionate, precisely the sort of drivel that the simple-minded princess could fall for.
While Emilia wasn't one to head for the stables often, she couldn't help but perk up when she heard unusual noises coming from it. She generally preferred taking a carriage, for despite her status as a royal princess, she had never taken a shine to horsemanship lessons, and while she could stay on a horse, riding it is a whole different matter. At the expense of her life, her father had eventually decided it wasn't worth Emilia's risk, and decreed her to always take a carriage, or get escorted by her guards. She rarely was on horseback, and when she was, her guards were usually in a half dozen knit close to her.
So when the brunette drew closer and saw a bunch of people struggling with what appeared to be a horse, Emilia's mind drew a blank. Catching a servant as they ran by, the out of breath, red faced servant did not seem eager to linger and entertain Emilia's queries, but considering her status, simply did not have a choice as she asked on the occasion.
'Lord Elias required more horses for his journey to the docks, but -' The servant could not continue, for that immediately made Emilia gasp, suddenly remembering what she had promised to do. She had agreed to join Elias down to head to the docks and provide sums to commoners in hopes of helping them in the trying time, and Emilia had hoped to see what the commoner's situations were at the time, but had promptly forgotten when she had woken up and seen such a beautifully azure sky to be enjoyed.
The sudden movement seemed to startle the rearing, angry white gelding however, for the three servants restraining the strong equine fell backwards when the horse itself gave an angry tug, releasing the restraints. With an angry screech that made Emilia turn her eyes over, suddenly the princess found herself in the path of an angry, irritated animal of at least one thousand pounds, eager to mow her down for simply existing in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Emilia reacted the only way she knew how.
She froze.
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While Emilia wasn't one to head for the stables often, she couldn't help but perk up when she heard unusual noises coming from it. She generally preferred taking a carriage, for despite her status as a royal princess, she had never taken a shine to horsemanship lessons, and while she could stay on a horse, riding it is a whole different matter. At the expense of her life, her father had eventually decided it wasn't worth Emilia's risk, and decreed her to always take a carriage, or get escorted by her guards. She rarely was on horseback, and when she was, her guards were usually in a half dozen knit close to her.
So when the brunette drew closer and saw a bunch of people struggling with what appeared to be a horse, Emilia's mind drew a blank. Catching a servant as they ran by, the out of breath, red faced servant did not seem eager to linger and entertain Emilia's queries, but considering her status, simply did not have a choice as she asked on the occasion.
'Lord Elias required more horses for his journey to the docks, but -' The servant could not continue, for that immediately made Emilia gasp, suddenly remembering what she had promised to do. She had agreed to join Elias down to head to the docks and provide sums to commoners in hopes of helping them in the trying time, and Emilia had hoped to see what the commoner's situations were at the time, but had promptly forgotten when she had woken up and seen such a beautifully azure sky to be enjoyed.
The sudden movement seemed to startle the rearing, angry white gelding however, for the three servants restraining the strong equine fell backwards when the horse itself gave an angry tug, releasing the restraints. With an angry screech that made Emilia turn her eyes over, suddenly the princess found herself in the path of an angry, irritated animal of at least one thousand pounds, eager to mow her down for simply existing in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Emilia reacted the only way she knew how.
She froze.
While Emilia wasn't one to head for the stables often, she couldn't help but perk up when she heard unusual noises coming from it. She generally preferred taking a carriage, for despite her status as a royal princess, she had never taken a shine to horsemanship lessons, and while she could stay on a horse, riding it is a whole different matter. At the expense of her life, her father had eventually decided it wasn't worth Emilia's risk, and decreed her to always take a carriage, or get escorted by her guards. She rarely was on horseback, and when she was, her guards were usually in a half dozen knit close to her.
So when the brunette drew closer and saw a bunch of people struggling with what appeared to be a horse, Emilia's mind drew a blank. Catching a servant as they ran by, the out of breath, red faced servant did not seem eager to linger and entertain Emilia's queries, but considering her status, simply did not have a choice as she asked on the occasion.
'Lord Elias required more horses for his journey to the docks, but -' The servant could not continue, for that immediately made Emilia gasp, suddenly remembering what she had promised to do. She had agreed to join Elias down to head to the docks and provide sums to commoners in hopes of helping them in the trying time, and Emilia had hoped to see what the commoner's situations were at the time, but had promptly forgotten when she had woken up and seen such a beautifully azure sky to be enjoyed.
The sudden movement seemed to startle the rearing, angry white gelding however, for the three servants restraining the strong equine fell backwards when the horse itself gave an angry tug, releasing the restraints. With an angry screech that made Emilia turn her eyes over, suddenly the princess found herself in the path of an angry, irritated animal of at least one thousand pounds, eager to mow her down for simply existing in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Emilia reacted the only way she knew how.
She froze.
It was his every intention to be playful with the princess. She seemed to respond better to it than any sort of intellectual stimulation, and to garner her affections was the ideal course for him to gain the throne in the long-term. Already, she was in his clutches, snared by his supposedly good intentions and the confidence gained in the midst of her grief. More than anyone else, Elias of Stravos was there for the princess, through means entirely of his own construction. Every bit of victory he could claim was done and again in his efforts to solidify his resolve for what came next.
As the Stravos took a breath, stilling his thoughts of rule and the means to that end, he approached the princess, drawing nearer and nearer in his efforts to surprise her up until something seemed... wrong. The sounds of struggle, perhaps not entirely familiar to Emilia, were more so to the Stravos. He'd seen his sister's mare struggle with unfamiliar servants enough times to know the strain, and Elias wondered to himself just what the fools could be doing inside to bring the reckoning of a domesticated animal. The servant mentioned his name from afar, and Elias raised his hand to his lips as he caught the boy's eye. He intended to carry out his little game whether or not the help could be trusted to do what they needed to.
Elias beckoned his guard closer before he whispered to them,
"Go around. Assist the servants in culling the horses. Then, once they are calmed and before we go, summon two more men to punish the insolence. The princess need not see this struggle," he added just before he closed the distance between himself and the princess.
However, everything went to Hades afterwards. The beast tugged itself away from the servants and began to charge towards Emilia. Rather than move and attempt to save herself, the woman merely... stood in place. Elias, while not in immediate danger himself, saw everything that was his ambition and possible rise to power fall into the void. The princess would get herself killed! It took hardly a thought for him to throw himself forward. An arm curled around Princess Emilia's waist, bringing her firmly into his chest before he twisted his body. The both of them were thrown to the floor as he thrust them out of the enraged beast's path. Then, the Stravos yelled out for his guards. The two did not hesitate, yelling out for the servants in turn. Where the four servants in the stable, men and women both, could not tame the beast, the disguised soldiers were more learned.
Together, the mass of servants and soldiers tamed the beast, but Elias would see none of it. Instead, the young Headlord of Stravos was caught out of breath, dirt staining into his pristine chiton, the strain in his back from the sudden and violent movement palpable. However, he didn't note any of it, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he held the princess underneath him. His chest pressed lightly against hers before a hand rose up to brush against Emilia's jawline,
"Are you alright, my princess?" he began, his lips pressed lightly to her forehead before he threw himself off of her. He sat up, a heavy breath escaping his lips. He immediately turned his attention back to Emilia. Shaken by the turn of events, Elias of Stravos found the situation lulling to a calm and anger rising in his chest. The audacity of servants not to call themselves in high enough number to soothe a stupid beast... He'd see them suffer for their insolence, but the princess wasn't to see any of that.
"You're safe, now," he assured her.
In the moment, Elias of Stravos had nothing else to say to her. He'd put himself at risk... not to save Emilia's life, but to ensure that his opportunities did not die with her. And it irked him more than he'd admit to anyone, including himself.
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It was his every intention to be playful with the princess. She seemed to respond better to it than any sort of intellectual stimulation, and to garner her affections was the ideal course for him to gain the throne in the long-term. Already, she was in his clutches, snared by his supposedly good intentions and the confidence gained in the midst of her grief. More than anyone else, Elias of Stravos was there for the princess, through means entirely of his own construction. Every bit of victory he could claim was done and again in his efforts to solidify his resolve for what came next.
As the Stravos took a breath, stilling his thoughts of rule and the means to that end, he approached the princess, drawing nearer and nearer in his efforts to surprise her up until something seemed... wrong. The sounds of struggle, perhaps not entirely familiar to Emilia, were more so to the Stravos. He'd seen his sister's mare struggle with unfamiliar servants enough times to know the strain, and Elias wondered to himself just what the fools could be doing inside to bring the reckoning of a domesticated animal. The servant mentioned his name from afar, and Elias raised his hand to his lips as he caught the boy's eye. He intended to carry out his little game whether or not the help could be trusted to do what they needed to.
Elias beckoned his guard closer before he whispered to them,
"Go around. Assist the servants in culling the horses. Then, once they are calmed and before we go, summon two more men to punish the insolence. The princess need not see this struggle," he added just before he closed the distance between himself and the princess.
However, everything went to Hades afterwards. The beast tugged itself away from the servants and began to charge towards Emilia. Rather than move and attempt to save herself, the woman merely... stood in place. Elias, while not in immediate danger himself, saw everything that was his ambition and possible rise to power fall into the void. The princess would get herself killed! It took hardly a thought for him to throw himself forward. An arm curled around Princess Emilia's waist, bringing her firmly into his chest before he twisted his body. The both of them were thrown to the floor as he thrust them out of the enraged beast's path. Then, the Stravos yelled out for his guards. The two did not hesitate, yelling out for the servants in turn. Where the four servants in the stable, men and women both, could not tame the beast, the disguised soldiers were more learned.
Together, the mass of servants and soldiers tamed the beast, but Elias would see none of it. Instead, the young Headlord of Stravos was caught out of breath, dirt staining into his pristine chiton, the strain in his back from the sudden and violent movement palpable. However, he didn't note any of it, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he held the princess underneath him. His chest pressed lightly against hers before a hand rose up to brush against Emilia's jawline,
"Are you alright, my princess?" he began, his lips pressed lightly to her forehead before he threw himself off of her. He sat up, a heavy breath escaping his lips. He immediately turned his attention back to Emilia. Shaken by the turn of events, Elias of Stravos found the situation lulling to a calm and anger rising in his chest. The audacity of servants not to call themselves in high enough number to soothe a stupid beast... He'd see them suffer for their insolence, but the princess wasn't to see any of that.
"You're safe, now," he assured her.
In the moment, Elias of Stravos had nothing else to say to her. He'd put himself at risk... not to save Emilia's life, but to ensure that his opportunities did not die with her. And it irked him more than he'd admit to anyone, including himself.
It was his every intention to be playful with the princess. She seemed to respond better to it than any sort of intellectual stimulation, and to garner her affections was the ideal course for him to gain the throne in the long-term. Already, she was in his clutches, snared by his supposedly good intentions and the confidence gained in the midst of her grief. More than anyone else, Elias of Stravos was there for the princess, through means entirely of his own construction. Every bit of victory he could claim was done and again in his efforts to solidify his resolve for what came next.
As the Stravos took a breath, stilling his thoughts of rule and the means to that end, he approached the princess, drawing nearer and nearer in his efforts to surprise her up until something seemed... wrong. The sounds of struggle, perhaps not entirely familiar to Emilia, were more so to the Stravos. He'd seen his sister's mare struggle with unfamiliar servants enough times to know the strain, and Elias wondered to himself just what the fools could be doing inside to bring the reckoning of a domesticated animal. The servant mentioned his name from afar, and Elias raised his hand to his lips as he caught the boy's eye. He intended to carry out his little game whether or not the help could be trusted to do what they needed to.
Elias beckoned his guard closer before he whispered to them,
"Go around. Assist the servants in culling the horses. Then, once they are calmed and before we go, summon two more men to punish the insolence. The princess need not see this struggle," he added just before he closed the distance between himself and the princess.
However, everything went to Hades afterwards. The beast tugged itself away from the servants and began to charge towards Emilia. Rather than move and attempt to save herself, the woman merely... stood in place. Elias, while not in immediate danger himself, saw everything that was his ambition and possible rise to power fall into the void. The princess would get herself killed! It took hardly a thought for him to throw himself forward. An arm curled around Princess Emilia's waist, bringing her firmly into his chest before he twisted his body. The both of them were thrown to the floor as he thrust them out of the enraged beast's path. Then, the Stravos yelled out for his guards. The two did not hesitate, yelling out for the servants in turn. Where the four servants in the stable, men and women both, could not tame the beast, the disguised soldiers were more learned.
Together, the mass of servants and soldiers tamed the beast, but Elias would see none of it. Instead, the young Headlord of Stravos was caught out of breath, dirt staining into his pristine chiton, the strain in his back from the sudden and violent movement palpable. However, he didn't note any of it, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he held the princess underneath him. His chest pressed lightly against hers before a hand rose up to brush against Emilia's jawline,
"Are you alright, my princess?" he began, his lips pressed lightly to her forehead before he threw himself off of her. He sat up, a heavy breath escaping his lips. He immediately turned his attention back to Emilia. Shaken by the turn of events, Elias of Stravos found the situation lulling to a calm and anger rising in his chest. The audacity of servants not to call themselves in high enough number to soothe a stupid beast... He'd see them suffer for their insolence, but the princess wasn't to see any of that.
"You're safe, now," he assured her.
In the moment, Elias of Stravos had nothing else to say to her. He'd put himself at risk... not to save Emilia's life, but to ensure that his opportunities did not die with her. And it irked him more than he'd admit to anyone, including himself.
Emilia was horrible when it came to reacting in times of high danger. It was why her father had had an unnecessarily high amount of guards to accompany Emilia wherever she went. An accident prone princess with not great survival skills was a murder waiting to happen, and it didn't help that the brunette was so naturally trusting of everyone that Minas feared her death each time she left the palace. Over time, Emilia had grown to be more suspicious of individuals, especially of late after the last insurgent attack, but it was still a streak in her that existed.
Rooted to the spot, it wasn't till Elias's full frame barrelled into her that Emilia rolled over together with the young Stravos lord, jostled by the few rolls in the dirt due to momentum, before they finally came to a halt. She felt the stings and scrapes on her elbows and arms first before the arm around her waist, and for a moment after everything had stilled, Emilia remained quiet to catch her breath, and only after that, did the young princess opened her squeezed-shut eyes to register what had just occured.
By the time she turned to check on what exactly had occured, the guards and servants were already subdueing the horse, but Emilia's attention was quickly taken up when Elias addressed her.
In the position they were in, Emilia's legs had been tangled with Elias before he sat up, but the girl was shaken enough to be shuddering when he pressed his lips to her forehead. The warmth did a great number in helping her try and feel her fingers again, giving a shaky nod but still finding words to form on her tongue. Looking down, she could see her dress covered in dirt and mud, and sent a quick thanks to the Gods that she had not worn one of her more intricate pieces with lace today, for that would not have been salvageable.
The assurance came at a timely manner, for the horse screeched loudly just then, in a place Emilia could not see no matter how hard she craned her neck. So without that, the brunette focused only on the lord, and it suddenly occured just how close the two of them were in proximity. "I-I- Thank you, my lord. You... You didn't have to." Emilia finally managed to utter with a flush, as she tried to back away, but merely ended up tripping on her dress and falling back on her bottom again. Lesley and many others had casted suspicions on the young Stravos, but if it were the case, would he really be risking his own neck to save her?
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Emilia was horrible when it came to reacting in times of high danger. It was why her father had had an unnecessarily high amount of guards to accompany Emilia wherever she went. An accident prone princess with not great survival skills was a murder waiting to happen, and it didn't help that the brunette was so naturally trusting of everyone that Minas feared her death each time she left the palace. Over time, Emilia had grown to be more suspicious of individuals, especially of late after the last insurgent attack, but it was still a streak in her that existed.
Rooted to the spot, it wasn't till Elias's full frame barrelled into her that Emilia rolled over together with the young Stravos lord, jostled by the few rolls in the dirt due to momentum, before they finally came to a halt. She felt the stings and scrapes on her elbows and arms first before the arm around her waist, and for a moment after everything had stilled, Emilia remained quiet to catch her breath, and only after that, did the young princess opened her squeezed-shut eyes to register what had just occured.
By the time she turned to check on what exactly had occured, the guards and servants were already subdueing the horse, but Emilia's attention was quickly taken up when Elias addressed her.
In the position they were in, Emilia's legs had been tangled with Elias before he sat up, but the girl was shaken enough to be shuddering when he pressed his lips to her forehead. The warmth did a great number in helping her try and feel her fingers again, giving a shaky nod but still finding words to form on her tongue. Looking down, she could see her dress covered in dirt and mud, and sent a quick thanks to the Gods that she had not worn one of her more intricate pieces with lace today, for that would not have been salvageable.
The assurance came at a timely manner, for the horse screeched loudly just then, in a place Emilia could not see no matter how hard she craned her neck. So without that, the brunette focused only on the lord, and it suddenly occured just how close the two of them were in proximity. "I-I- Thank you, my lord. You... You didn't have to." Emilia finally managed to utter with a flush, as she tried to back away, but merely ended up tripping on her dress and falling back on her bottom again. Lesley and many others had casted suspicions on the young Stravos, but if it were the case, would he really be risking his own neck to save her?
Emilia was horrible when it came to reacting in times of high danger. It was why her father had had an unnecessarily high amount of guards to accompany Emilia wherever she went. An accident prone princess with not great survival skills was a murder waiting to happen, and it didn't help that the brunette was so naturally trusting of everyone that Minas feared her death each time she left the palace. Over time, Emilia had grown to be more suspicious of individuals, especially of late after the last insurgent attack, but it was still a streak in her that existed.
Rooted to the spot, it wasn't till Elias's full frame barrelled into her that Emilia rolled over together with the young Stravos lord, jostled by the few rolls in the dirt due to momentum, before they finally came to a halt. She felt the stings and scrapes on her elbows and arms first before the arm around her waist, and for a moment after everything had stilled, Emilia remained quiet to catch her breath, and only after that, did the young princess opened her squeezed-shut eyes to register what had just occured.
By the time she turned to check on what exactly had occured, the guards and servants were already subdueing the horse, but Emilia's attention was quickly taken up when Elias addressed her.
In the position they were in, Emilia's legs had been tangled with Elias before he sat up, but the girl was shaken enough to be shuddering when he pressed his lips to her forehead. The warmth did a great number in helping her try and feel her fingers again, giving a shaky nod but still finding words to form on her tongue. Looking down, she could see her dress covered in dirt and mud, and sent a quick thanks to the Gods that she had not worn one of her more intricate pieces with lace today, for that would not have been salvageable.
The assurance came at a timely manner, for the horse screeched loudly just then, in a place Emilia could not see no matter how hard she craned her neck. So without that, the brunette focused only on the lord, and it suddenly occured just how close the two of them were in proximity. "I-I- Thank you, my lord. You... You didn't have to." Emilia finally managed to utter with a flush, as she tried to back away, but merely ended up tripping on her dress and falling back on her bottom again. Lesley and many others had casted suspicions on the young Stravos, but if it were the case, would he really be risking his own neck to save her?
Emilia of Xanthos was a pawn to his machinations.
When Elias of Stravos looked upon the young woman, he could see nothing else but the fact of it. She was pretty enough for him to look upon, but there was none of the powerful attraction given to her that Elias enjoyed with some of the other women in his life. It was, perhaps, an amalgamation of things. Where someone like Elysia or Evi, or before them Iris challenged Elias with their intelligence... Emilia did not. She was meek and he could never love her with that sort of mentality.
But, he didn't need to.
Elias pushed Emilia out of the horse's path, a move that risked his health for the sake of self-preservation of a different sort. Where Evi of Antonis or Elysia of Aetaea could never give Elias what the throne he needed, Emilia could. And it was what kept her alive and safe even while she was his prisoner in everything but the way he treated her. Elias of Stravos wore many masks, and the tenderness with which he treated Emilia was one of them. He prided in his skill as an actor, drawing on the emotions he felt for a woman slightly older than Emilia in order to convey the concern he held for her. In the past, Elias had saved Persephone, an act that required little risk to his own safety, but done from a similar reflex.
Now? Elias acted only on an effort to preserve what was rightfully his. The throne, the hand of the woman who could give it to him. The hand of a woman who he could, if he truly wished to, convince to restore the proper means of succession before casting her aside through some accident or another years down the line. And in that, when Emilia of Xanthos' only offering was her gratitude and the affirmation that he needn't save her, it was blithering nonsense. Elias of Stravos did not care for Emilia, but his reflex pushed him into her. Even if he would not consciously risk himself for her, everything that he'd worked for would perish without her...
And it spurred him to act. Taken aback by her words, Elias of Stravos put the mask on firmly, allowing himself to wear concern as a strained chuckle escaped his lips. When she attempted to back away and fell back, Elias did not chase her. He did not crave proximity with her after the nonsense that had transpired with Aimias. He'd used his body and his face in an effort to seduce her, and it was, to whatever extent, successful. Now? He needed to give her due space and capture her heart through different means.
Risking his life for her? Perhaps reflex had closed the gap between them in more ways than one.
"Of course I did, my princess. And I'd do it again to ensure that you are safe. Everything I've done for you up until now has been for your protection," he lied, his features flushed with the false concern. Honeyed eyes kept themselves locked upon the young woman before he told her.
"And I'll protect you until the day I die. If you'd allow me to."
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Emilia of Xanthos was a pawn to his machinations.
When Elias of Stravos looked upon the young woman, he could see nothing else but the fact of it. She was pretty enough for him to look upon, but there was none of the powerful attraction given to her that Elias enjoyed with some of the other women in his life. It was, perhaps, an amalgamation of things. Where someone like Elysia or Evi, or before them Iris challenged Elias with their intelligence... Emilia did not. She was meek and he could never love her with that sort of mentality.
But, he didn't need to.
Elias pushed Emilia out of the horse's path, a move that risked his health for the sake of self-preservation of a different sort. Where Evi of Antonis or Elysia of Aetaea could never give Elias what the throne he needed, Emilia could. And it was what kept her alive and safe even while she was his prisoner in everything but the way he treated her. Elias of Stravos wore many masks, and the tenderness with which he treated Emilia was one of them. He prided in his skill as an actor, drawing on the emotions he felt for a woman slightly older than Emilia in order to convey the concern he held for her. In the past, Elias had saved Persephone, an act that required little risk to his own safety, but done from a similar reflex.
Now? Elias acted only on an effort to preserve what was rightfully his. The throne, the hand of the woman who could give it to him. The hand of a woman who he could, if he truly wished to, convince to restore the proper means of succession before casting her aside through some accident or another years down the line. And in that, when Emilia of Xanthos' only offering was her gratitude and the affirmation that he needn't save her, it was blithering nonsense. Elias of Stravos did not care for Emilia, but his reflex pushed him into her. Even if he would not consciously risk himself for her, everything that he'd worked for would perish without her...
And it spurred him to act. Taken aback by her words, Elias of Stravos put the mask on firmly, allowing himself to wear concern as a strained chuckle escaped his lips. When she attempted to back away and fell back, Elias did not chase her. He did not crave proximity with her after the nonsense that had transpired with Aimias. He'd used his body and his face in an effort to seduce her, and it was, to whatever extent, successful. Now? He needed to give her due space and capture her heart through different means.
Risking his life for her? Perhaps reflex had closed the gap between them in more ways than one.
"Of course I did, my princess. And I'd do it again to ensure that you are safe. Everything I've done for you up until now has been for your protection," he lied, his features flushed with the false concern. Honeyed eyes kept themselves locked upon the young woman before he told her.
"And I'll protect you until the day I die. If you'd allow me to."
Emilia of Xanthos was a pawn to his machinations.
When Elias of Stravos looked upon the young woman, he could see nothing else but the fact of it. She was pretty enough for him to look upon, but there was none of the powerful attraction given to her that Elias enjoyed with some of the other women in his life. It was, perhaps, an amalgamation of things. Where someone like Elysia or Evi, or before them Iris challenged Elias with their intelligence... Emilia did not. She was meek and he could never love her with that sort of mentality.
But, he didn't need to.
Elias pushed Emilia out of the horse's path, a move that risked his health for the sake of self-preservation of a different sort. Where Evi of Antonis or Elysia of Aetaea could never give Elias what the throne he needed, Emilia could. And it was what kept her alive and safe even while she was his prisoner in everything but the way he treated her. Elias of Stravos wore many masks, and the tenderness with which he treated Emilia was one of them. He prided in his skill as an actor, drawing on the emotions he felt for a woman slightly older than Emilia in order to convey the concern he held for her. In the past, Elias had saved Persephone, an act that required little risk to his own safety, but done from a similar reflex.
Now? Elias acted only on an effort to preserve what was rightfully his. The throne, the hand of the woman who could give it to him. The hand of a woman who he could, if he truly wished to, convince to restore the proper means of succession before casting her aside through some accident or another years down the line. And in that, when Emilia of Xanthos' only offering was her gratitude and the affirmation that he needn't save her, it was blithering nonsense. Elias of Stravos did not care for Emilia, but his reflex pushed him into her. Even if he would not consciously risk himself for her, everything that he'd worked for would perish without her...
And it spurred him to act. Taken aback by her words, Elias of Stravos put the mask on firmly, allowing himself to wear concern as a strained chuckle escaped his lips. When she attempted to back away and fell back, Elias did not chase her. He did not crave proximity with her after the nonsense that had transpired with Aimias. He'd used his body and his face in an effort to seduce her, and it was, to whatever extent, successful. Now? He needed to give her due space and capture her heart through different means.
Risking his life for her? Perhaps reflex had closed the gap between them in more ways than one.
"Of course I did, my princess. And I'd do it again to ensure that you are safe. Everything I've done for you up until now has been for your protection," he lied, his features flushed with the false concern. Honeyed eyes kept themselves locked upon the young woman before he told her.
"And I'll protect you until the day I die. If you'd allow me to."
Emilia's personality had taken a one eighty degree turn over the last few months, it seemed. It had been ages since anyone had even seen that cheeky smile she so often wore when days were calmer and things were more predictable, and these days the young princess was more like a mouse or a deer, easily startled and very wary of who she was around, or where she went. What lacked in her life was a sense of certainty and safety, something that she's lost when her childhood home could so easily be invaded by miscreants and her life so quickly upended in just a short few hours.
But maybe Elias could be a new constant. Afterall, had he not been always around over the past few weeks? There was Lesley of course, but he was new to her, at least somewhat. He's proven his loyalty, and Emilia felt safe as long as he was around these days, but Elias was.... a familiar face. A face she's known since childhood, but was now showing up more and more in her day to day happening.
The way he had pushed kiss and touch upon her that day when Aimias had chanced upon them was not forgotten, but it surprised the young princess to watch Elias not come after her. People had cautioned her, warned her that Elias seemed to only be after her body, her title. But had he not just risked his own safety to take care of her wellbeing? And since he did not come closer, surely it debunked the rumors of her wanting only her body.
Indecision warred in her head, yet each time she looked upon the face of the young Stravos lord, Emilia felt as if the Gods themselves told her to trust him, that surely the beauty upon his face would tell no lie. If the Gods themselves thought so, who was Emilia to say no?
Her eyes wide like a doe's when he spoke, the reverent way in which his tone sounded touched her heart, brushed that bruised part of her she's kept hidden ever since her trust and safety felt defiled. Would he kept her safe? Outside of Lesley and Aimias, it was the first time Emilia thought to actually trust someone ever since that fateful night... and of all people, it was Elias. A lump formed in her throat, and a heaviness in her chest while Emilia let silence prolong as she considered. What did she have to lose? Everyday, she lost more hope that Persephone was actually still alive, and with every news report she expected the report of a dead body instead of a live Queen.
Maybe this was the best hand the Gods would give her.Maybe this was her fate. That at least, even without Persephone, at least someone could help her with the running of a kingdom, for in her hands, she would surely fail.
"... Okay."
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Emilia's personality had taken a one eighty degree turn over the last few months, it seemed. It had been ages since anyone had even seen that cheeky smile she so often wore when days were calmer and things were more predictable, and these days the young princess was more like a mouse or a deer, easily startled and very wary of who she was around, or where she went. What lacked in her life was a sense of certainty and safety, something that she's lost when her childhood home could so easily be invaded by miscreants and her life so quickly upended in just a short few hours.
But maybe Elias could be a new constant. Afterall, had he not been always around over the past few weeks? There was Lesley of course, but he was new to her, at least somewhat. He's proven his loyalty, and Emilia felt safe as long as he was around these days, but Elias was.... a familiar face. A face she's known since childhood, but was now showing up more and more in her day to day happening.
The way he had pushed kiss and touch upon her that day when Aimias had chanced upon them was not forgotten, but it surprised the young princess to watch Elias not come after her. People had cautioned her, warned her that Elias seemed to only be after her body, her title. But had he not just risked his own safety to take care of her wellbeing? And since he did not come closer, surely it debunked the rumors of her wanting only her body.
Indecision warred in her head, yet each time she looked upon the face of the young Stravos lord, Emilia felt as if the Gods themselves told her to trust him, that surely the beauty upon his face would tell no lie. If the Gods themselves thought so, who was Emilia to say no?
Her eyes wide like a doe's when he spoke, the reverent way in which his tone sounded touched her heart, brushed that bruised part of her she's kept hidden ever since her trust and safety felt defiled. Would he kept her safe? Outside of Lesley and Aimias, it was the first time Emilia thought to actually trust someone ever since that fateful night... and of all people, it was Elias. A lump formed in her throat, and a heaviness in her chest while Emilia let silence prolong as she considered. What did she have to lose? Everyday, she lost more hope that Persephone was actually still alive, and with every news report she expected the report of a dead body instead of a live Queen.
Maybe this was the best hand the Gods would give her.Maybe this was her fate. That at least, even without Persephone, at least someone could help her with the running of a kingdom, for in her hands, she would surely fail.
"... Okay."
Emilia's personality had taken a one eighty degree turn over the last few months, it seemed. It had been ages since anyone had even seen that cheeky smile she so often wore when days were calmer and things were more predictable, and these days the young princess was more like a mouse or a deer, easily startled and very wary of who she was around, or where she went. What lacked in her life was a sense of certainty and safety, something that she's lost when her childhood home could so easily be invaded by miscreants and her life so quickly upended in just a short few hours.
But maybe Elias could be a new constant. Afterall, had he not been always around over the past few weeks? There was Lesley of course, but he was new to her, at least somewhat. He's proven his loyalty, and Emilia felt safe as long as he was around these days, but Elias was.... a familiar face. A face she's known since childhood, but was now showing up more and more in her day to day happening.
The way he had pushed kiss and touch upon her that day when Aimias had chanced upon them was not forgotten, but it surprised the young princess to watch Elias not come after her. People had cautioned her, warned her that Elias seemed to only be after her body, her title. But had he not just risked his own safety to take care of her wellbeing? And since he did not come closer, surely it debunked the rumors of her wanting only her body.
Indecision warred in her head, yet each time she looked upon the face of the young Stravos lord, Emilia felt as if the Gods themselves told her to trust him, that surely the beauty upon his face would tell no lie. If the Gods themselves thought so, who was Emilia to say no?
Her eyes wide like a doe's when he spoke, the reverent way in which his tone sounded touched her heart, brushed that bruised part of her she's kept hidden ever since her trust and safety felt defiled. Would he kept her safe? Outside of Lesley and Aimias, it was the first time Emilia thought to actually trust someone ever since that fateful night... and of all people, it was Elias. A lump formed in her throat, and a heaviness in her chest while Emilia let silence prolong as she considered. What did she have to lose? Everyday, she lost more hope that Persephone was actually still alive, and with every news report she expected the report of a dead body instead of a live Queen.
Maybe this was the best hand the Gods would give her.Maybe this was her fate. That at least, even without Persephone, at least someone could help her with the running of a kingdom, for in her hands, she would surely fail.
"... Okay."
Broken, defeated.
Elias never took Emilia seriously. She wasn't worthless so to say, but in a time when Elias was in line to become the king of Athenia, he had his interests on other matters. He'd been pursuing his barony, fostering it in an effort to impress Emilia's father. Before even that, he'd grown in the education steeped in blood and gold, wrought from the experiences of his father and the advice of his mother. He'd given his time to other women, either more beautiful or more interesting to the lord.
However, time made fools of everyone, and Elias of Stravos was hardly the exception to that rule. He'd been thrust from his position of power, his inheritance taken from beneath him and given instead to this woman's sister. Then, his thoughts turned towards Persephone, and his heart turned cold and bitter in the midst of his efforts to regain what was already his. It was never Elias' intention to claim Persephone as his wife. It was never his ambition to share the throne with the conniving bitch who'd plotted and manipulated her father into giving it to her.
It was an affront to the Stravos, and he'd done what he could to prevent such a fate, only to make it worse for himself. So, it was the necessity to turn his attention towards Emilia. It was a need born from the fact that he hated her sister for doing exactly what he would do. At least, in Elias' understanding of the events. It never occured to him that he might be mistaken, and all too willingly consigned Emilia's sister to the gallows, to Hades, and Emilia herself to his hand in marriage. Power was addicting, and as time went on, he worked over Emilia with the effort to seize it once for all...
'...Okay.'
It, perhaps, wasn't the beautiful culmination of events. Emilia seemed unsure, shaken, scared... And it certainly didn't help that Elias wasn't going to give her a romantic proceedings to marriage. No, he'd utilize her fear, utilize her fixation on his looks. He'd given her enough to imagine and confide in, but wouldn't seek to assure her further. His success was half-heartedly spoken out by Emilia, and he let the smile weave slowly upon his features as he rose to his feet. He took Emilia's hands in his own, helping the woman up before he looked to their soiled chitons with a curt laugh.
"It looks like our plans have been foiled, hm? It hardly bodes well to go into town dressed in dirt and dust. Besides, I'm sure you'd rather stay? If not, I'll happily take you into town, my princess," he mused aloud. He stepped forward, pressing his lips briefly again to the princess' forehead before he breathed into her ear,
"We can announce those intentions to the kingdom. Give it a greater significance than this gesture fueled by adrenaline."
Elias gave the princess a soft smile before he released her hand. She seemed intent on keeping her distance, and he'd allow her that if she so wanted it. Already, he'd won. Now? Elias of Stravos wanted nothing else from Emilia. Though, to entertain the idea of romance, to give her the opportunity should she choose to lean on him... he did not move just yet. He'd let her catch up with him before he offered her his arm while they forged their path back into the palati.
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Broken, defeated.
Elias never took Emilia seriously. She wasn't worthless so to say, but in a time when Elias was in line to become the king of Athenia, he had his interests on other matters. He'd been pursuing his barony, fostering it in an effort to impress Emilia's father. Before even that, he'd grown in the education steeped in blood and gold, wrought from the experiences of his father and the advice of his mother. He'd given his time to other women, either more beautiful or more interesting to the lord.
However, time made fools of everyone, and Elias of Stravos was hardly the exception to that rule. He'd been thrust from his position of power, his inheritance taken from beneath him and given instead to this woman's sister. Then, his thoughts turned towards Persephone, and his heart turned cold and bitter in the midst of his efforts to regain what was already his. It was never Elias' intention to claim Persephone as his wife. It was never his ambition to share the throne with the conniving bitch who'd plotted and manipulated her father into giving it to her.
It was an affront to the Stravos, and he'd done what he could to prevent such a fate, only to make it worse for himself. So, it was the necessity to turn his attention towards Emilia. It was a need born from the fact that he hated her sister for doing exactly what he would do. At least, in Elias' understanding of the events. It never occured to him that he might be mistaken, and all too willingly consigned Emilia's sister to the gallows, to Hades, and Emilia herself to his hand in marriage. Power was addicting, and as time went on, he worked over Emilia with the effort to seize it once for all...
'...Okay.'
It, perhaps, wasn't the beautiful culmination of events. Emilia seemed unsure, shaken, scared... And it certainly didn't help that Elias wasn't going to give her a romantic proceedings to marriage. No, he'd utilize her fear, utilize her fixation on his looks. He'd given her enough to imagine and confide in, but wouldn't seek to assure her further. His success was half-heartedly spoken out by Emilia, and he let the smile weave slowly upon his features as he rose to his feet. He took Emilia's hands in his own, helping the woman up before he looked to their soiled chitons with a curt laugh.
"It looks like our plans have been foiled, hm? It hardly bodes well to go into town dressed in dirt and dust. Besides, I'm sure you'd rather stay? If not, I'll happily take you into town, my princess," he mused aloud. He stepped forward, pressing his lips briefly again to the princess' forehead before he breathed into her ear,
"We can announce those intentions to the kingdom. Give it a greater significance than this gesture fueled by adrenaline."
Elias gave the princess a soft smile before he released her hand. She seemed intent on keeping her distance, and he'd allow her that if she so wanted it. Already, he'd won. Now? Elias of Stravos wanted nothing else from Emilia. Though, to entertain the idea of romance, to give her the opportunity should she choose to lean on him... he did not move just yet. He'd let her catch up with him before he offered her his arm while they forged their path back into the palati.
Broken, defeated.
Elias never took Emilia seriously. She wasn't worthless so to say, but in a time when Elias was in line to become the king of Athenia, he had his interests on other matters. He'd been pursuing his barony, fostering it in an effort to impress Emilia's father. Before even that, he'd grown in the education steeped in blood and gold, wrought from the experiences of his father and the advice of his mother. He'd given his time to other women, either more beautiful or more interesting to the lord.
However, time made fools of everyone, and Elias of Stravos was hardly the exception to that rule. He'd been thrust from his position of power, his inheritance taken from beneath him and given instead to this woman's sister. Then, his thoughts turned towards Persephone, and his heart turned cold and bitter in the midst of his efforts to regain what was already his. It was never Elias' intention to claim Persephone as his wife. It was never his ambition to share the throne with the conniving bitch who'd plotted and manipulated her father into giving it to her.
It was an affront to the Stravos, and he'd done what he could to prevent such a fate, only to make it worse for himself. So, it was the necessity to turn his attention towards Emilia. It was a need born from the fact that he hated her sister for doing exactly what he would do. At least, in Elias' understanding of the events. It never occured to him that he might be mistaken, and all too willingly consigned Emilia's sister to the gallows, to Hades, and Emilia herself to his hand in marriage. Power was addicting, and as time went on, he worked over Emilia with the effort to seize it once for all...
'...Okay.'
It, perhaps, wasn't the beautiful culmination of events. Emilia seemed unsure, shaken, scared... And it certainly didn't help that Elias wasn't going to give her a romantic proceedings to marriage. No, he'd utilize her fear, utilize her fixation on his looks. He'd given her enough to imagine and confide in, but wouldn't seek to assure her further. His success was half-heartedly spoken out by Emilia, and he let the smile weave slowly upon his features as he rose to his feet. He took Emilia's hands in his own, helping the woman up before he looked to their soiled chitons with a curt laugh.
"It looks like our plans have been foiled, hm? It hardly bodes well to go into town dressed in dirt and dust. Besides, I'm sure you'd rather stay? If not, I'll happily take you into town, my princess," he mused aloud. He stepped forward, pressing his lips briefly again to the princess' forehead before he breathed into her ear,
"We can announce those intentions to the kingdom. Give it a greater significance than this gesture fueled by adrenaline."
Elias gave the princess a soft smile before he released her hand. She seemed intent on keeping her distance, and he'd allow her that if she so wanted it. Already, he'd won. Now? Elias of Stravos wanted nothing else from Emilia. Though, to entertain the idea of romance, to give her the opportunity should she choose to lean on him... he did not move just yet. He'd let her catch up with him before he offered her his arm while they forged their path back into the palati.
What choice did she have? It had been a whirlwind of conflicting emotions when it came to Emilia and how she felt towards the Stravos house of late. Her father had told her, when he had still been well and alive, how much they had given him trouble in regards to the political end of things. Sure, Circenia was her father's sister, and Minas doted on his younger sister, but it didn't mean her uncle agreed to everything that her father wanted to do in the Senate, much less his nephew. And her sister had said as much, and told her what had transpired when Minas had been working to change the laws of the kingdom.
Yet now, in the face of uncertainty and the future, Emilia wasn't given much of a choice. Did she want to be tossed out and have to eschew her royal trappings? Emilia would never be able to survive had she not been born a princess. Too much pampered when she was raised with silk sheets, and maids to do her every bidding, while she was not unkind by any means and wasn't about to be mean to the poorer commonfolk, it didn't mean she would be able to live like them.
So her agreement was tantamount to her giving in. Elias was nice, was he not? Perhaps in time, Aphrodite would bless her heart to love the man. It was what Emilia had dreamed of her whole life, and since she did not mind his looks, love would follow? He manages to make her heart flutter, and in her young mind, that was what the brunette likened to the matters of the heart.
Her eyes fell to where his hands took hers, and the young girl bit her bottom lip, the only outward reaction to her inner thoughts, before her eyes flickered to him when he spoke. "No, my lord. I-I believe a bath is in order." she murmured softly, recognizing again the way her heart skipped a beat when he pressed his lips to her forehead. That was love, right?
Nodding in silent agreement, she followed the Stravos lord back to the palati, eventually fell into step next to him with her arm on his, all whilst thinking of what would happen in the near future. Annouce their intentions would be to.... annouce an engagement, right? Shortly before all of this started, Minas had started voicing his opinion of Emilia marrying, if only briefly. She had already turned seventeen anyhow, and at the age to be thinking of a union that would benefit the royal family.
But Emilia had wanted love, and her father had conceded. Would he agree to this marriage? From the corner of her eye, she observed his handsome looks, yet could not find the answer to her question.
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What choice did she have? It had been a whirlwind of conflicting emotions when it came to Emilia and how she felt towards the Stravos house of late. Her father had told her, when he had still been well and alive, how much they had given him trouble in regards to the political end of things. Sure, Circenia was her father's sister, and Minas doted on his younger sister, but it didn't mean her uncle agreed to everything that her father wanted to do in the Senate, much less his nephew. And her sister had said as much, and told her what had transpired when Minas had been working to change the laws of the kingdom.
Yet now, in the face of uncertainty and the future, Emilia wasn't given much of a choice. Did she want to be tossed out and have to eschew her royal trappings? Emilia would never be able to survive had she not been born a princess. Too much pampered when she was raised with silk sheets, and maids to do her every bidding, while she was not unkind by any means and wasn't about to be mean to the poorer commonfolk, it didn't mean she would be able to live like them.
So her agreement was tantamount to her giving in. Elias was nice, was he not? Perhaps in time, Aphrodite would bless her heart to love the man. It was what Emilia had dreamed of her whole life, and since she did not mind his looks, love would follow? He manages to make her heart flutter, and in her young mind, that was what the brunette likened to the matters of the heart.
Her eyes fell to where his hands took hers, and the young girl bit her bottom lip, the only outward reaction to her inner thoughts, before her eyes flickered to him when he spoke. "No, my lord. I-I believe a bath is in order." she murmured softly, recognizing again the way her heart skipped a beat when he pressed his lips to her forehead. That was love, right?
Nodding in silent agreement, she followed the Stravos lord back to the palati, eventually fell into step next to him with her arm on his, all whilst thinking of what would happen in the near future. Annouce their intentions would be to.... annouce an engagement, right? Shortly before all of this started, Minas had started voicing his opinion of Emilia marrying, if only briefly. She had already turned seventeen anyhow, and at the age to be thinking of a union that would benefit the royal family.
But Emilia had wanted love, and her father had conceded. Would he agree to this marriage? From the corner of her eye, she observed his handsome looks, yet could not find the answer to her question.
What choice did she have? It had been a whirlwind of conflicting emotions when it came to Emilia and how she felt towards the Stravos house of late. Her father had told her, when he had still been well and alive, how much they had given him trouble in regards to the political end of things. Sure, Circenia was her father's sister, and Minas doted on his younger sister, but it didn't mean her uncle agreed to everything that her father wanted to do in the Senate, much less his nephew. And her sister had said as much, and told her what had transpired when Minas had been working to change the laws of the kingdom.
Yet now, in the face of uncertainty and the future, Emilia wasn't given much of a choice. Did she want to be tossed out and have to eschew her royal trappings? Emilia would never be able to survive had she not been born a princess. Too much pampered when she was raised with silk sheets, and maids to do her every bidding, while she was not unkind by any means and wasn't about to be mean to the poorer commonfolk, it didn't mean she would be able to live like them.
So her agreement was tantamount to her giving in. Elias was nice, was he not? Perhaps in time, Aphrodite would bless her heart to love the man. It was what Emilia had dreamed of her whole life, and since she did not mind his looks, love would follow? He manages to make her heart flutter, and in her young mind, that was what the brunette likened to the matters of the heart.
Her eyes fell to where his hands took hers, and the young girl bit her bottom lip, the only outward reaction to her inner thoughts, before her eyes flickered to him when he spoke. "No, my lord. I-I believe a bath is in order." she murmured softly, recognizing again the way her heart skipped a beat when he pressed his lips to her forehead. That was love, right?
Nodding in silent agreement, she followed the Stravos lord back to the palati, eventually fell into step next to him with her arm on his, all whilst thinking of what would happen in the near future. Annouce their intentions would be to.... annouce an engagement, right? Shortly before all of this started, Minas had started voicing his opinion of Emilia marrying, if only briefly. She had already turned seventeen anyhow, and at the age to be thinking of a union that would benefit the royal family.
But Emilia had wanted love, and her father had conceded. Would he agree to this marriage? From the corner of her eye, she observed his handsome looks, yet could not find the answer to her question.