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Joy was a foreign feeling for the lady Thanasi of the Kotas house - as it has been for the past few years since her husband had distanced himself from her. Perhaps her only source these days was her son's presence, and her sibling's banter when she managed to return to her familial residences. Otherwise, one would be hard pressed to see a smile from Evras's lips that was not forced or feigned. She was getting quite good at forcing her lips to curl upwards, actually.
Athanasia's optimism, while well-placed and well-meant, yet in her state of mind, only made the dark-haired Thanasi grow more bitter. "He is an idiot, you at least got that right, Asia." she muttered in a dark tone, remaining still as the younger girl hugged her. Evras was affectionate on a regular basis, and had often sat with young Athanasia to comb through her hair and comfort her when she had been on one of her runs through the jungles and got caught. But the situation as of now did not make her feel an ounce of affection, and it showed in how Evras merely sunk into the embrace, but offered none of her own.
Letting the younger girl tend to the streaks of blood on her chin and lips left smeared by her husband's fingers, she winced as her chin felt tender to the touch, possibly affected by how roughly Zanon had gripped her fair skin. She had always burned easily - now she realized she bruised easily too. Evras managed a light smile at Asia, not at all surprised by her nightly plans, her heart too heavy to contribute to the conversation Athanasia clearly wanted to have to distract her.
Knowing how stubborn she could be, Evras sighed, but let the matter drop and shifted once the princess was done with cleaning. Instead, she used her hands to run through her hair, wincing when she met tangled resistence, before finally giving up and allowing her hands to drop on her lap, eyes falling to her fingers. "I... I shouldn't have been so stupid, Asia." she murmured, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes again.
"I shouldn't have. But Lord Silanos was... was everything Zanon had been back when we- When he... when he still loved me." a dry laugh escaped her again, bitter in its tone,disjointed through Evras trying and failing to sort through the many thoughts and speculations her brain now cooked up.
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Joy was a foreign feeling for the lady Thanasi of the Kotas house - as it has been for the past few years since her husband had distanced himself from her. Perhaps her only source these days was her son's presence, and her sibling's banter when she managed to return to her familial residences. Otherwise, one would be hard pressed to see a smile from Evras's lips that was not forced or feigned. She was getting quite good at forcing her lips to curl upwards, actually.
Athanasia's optimism, while well-placed and well-meant, yet in her state of mind, only made the dark-haired Thanasi grow more bitter. "He is an idiot, you at least got that right, Asia." she muttered in a dark tone, remaining still as the younger girl hugged her. Evras was affectionate on a regular basis, and had often sat with young Athanasia to comb through her hair and comfort her when she had been on one of her runs through the jungles and got caught. But the situation as of now did not make her feel an ounce of affection, and it showed in how Evras merely sunk into the embrace, but offered none of her own.
Letting the younger girl tend to the streaks of blood on her chin and lips left smeared by her husband's fingers, she winced as her chin felt tender to the touch, possibly affected by how roughly Zanon had gripped her fair skin. She had always burned easily - now she realized she bruised easily too. Evras managed a light smile at Asia, not at all surprised by her nightly plans, her heart too heavy to contribute to the conversation Athanasia clearly wanted to have to distract her.
Knowing how stubborn she could be, Evras sighed, but let the matter drop and shifted once the princess was done with cleaning. Instead, she used her hands to run through her hair, wincing when she met tangled resistence, before finally giving up and allowing her hands to drop on her lap, eyes falling to her fingers. "I... I shouldn't have been so stupid, Asia." she murmured, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes again.
"I shouldn't have. But Lord Silanos was... was everything Zanon had been back when we- When he... when he still loved me." a dry laugh escaped her again, bitter in its tone,disjointed through Evras trying and failing to sort through the many thoughts and speculations her brain now cooked up.
Joy was a foreign feeling for the lady Thanasi of the Kotas house - as it has been for the past few years since her husband had distanced himself from her. Perhaps her only source these days was her son's presence, and her sibling's banter when she managed to return to her familial residences. Otherwise, one would be hard pressed to see a smile from Evras's lips that was not forced or feigned. She was getting quite good at forcing her lips to curl upwards, actually.
Athanasia's optimism, while well-placed and well-meant, yet in her state of mind, only made the dark-haired Thanasi grow more bitter. "He is an idiot, you at least got that right, Asia." she muttered in a dark tone, remaining still as the younger girl hugged her. Evras was affectionate on a regular basis, and had often sat with young Athanasia to comb through her hair and comfort her when she had been on one of her runs through the jungles and got caught. But the situation as of now did not make her feel an ounce of affection, and it showed in how Evras merely sunk into the embrace, but offered none of her own.
Letting the younger girl tend to the streaks of blood on her chin and lips left smeared by her husband's fingers, she winced as her chin felt tender to the touch, possibly affected by how roughly Zanon had gripped her fair skin. She had always burned easily - now she realized she bruised easily too. Evras managed a light smile at Asia, not at all surprised by her nightly plans, her heart too heavy to contribute to the conversation Athanasia clearly wanted to have to distract her.
Knowing how stubborn she could be, Evras sighed, but let the matter drop and shifted once the princess was done with cleaning. Instead, she used her hands to run through her hair, wincing when she met tangled resistence, before finally giving up and allowing her hands to drop on her lap, eyes falling to her fingers. "I... I shouldn't have been so stupid, Asia." she murmured, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes again.
"I shouldn't have. But Lord Silanos was... was everything Zanon had been back when we- When he... when he still loved me." a dry laugh escaped her again, bitter in its tone,disjointed through Evras trying and failing to sort through the many thoughts and speculations her brain now cooked up.
Satisfied that his brother had at last admitted the truth of his inner turmoil - and not just random parts of it in his fights of pique - Vangelis finally released him by leaning up and back.
Removing his knee from his brother's chest and falling back onto his rear, Vangelis lent back on his hands and stretched out his painful leg.
When his brother sat up, they were positioned in the way they would have been as boys. Sat in the grass, their arms supporting their weight, their boots drifting back and forth, drawing lines in the dirt with the heels of their shoes.
Now they each sat there panting with the exertion of having beaten each other to the ground over a woman one already had and the other didn't want. What would their father say if he could see them now?
It was at that point that Zanon vomited.
With a stony expression that didn't even register the bodily function - heck he had seen far worse on a regular basis. His unit always had newcomers and newcomers always had dodgy bellies when it came to their first battles - Vangelis simply waited for his brother to finish retching and clean himself up before he chose to speak.
He had no idea whether what he had to say would help his brother or not, but he knew his father would wish him to share it in such a time, despite it breaking a confidence.
"Zanon... do you remember when I first went away? On that first campaign...?" Given the closeness in their ages that first trip with his father's military unit was the only one that Zanon had stayed home on. After that they had fought side by side or on separate battlefields but never had one waited back in Midas during a war effort. Not until Zanon's injury at least.
"I am back and father did not return until two months later?" Vangelis continued with his story. So far, it had all been information that Zanon would know and remember but the next would be fresh to his ears.
"Father told me to tell you - to tell Mother and the family - that he was leading the set-up of a base further east along the shoreline..." He looked his brother in the eye. "Father was injured during that campaign. In the leg. His wound became... infected, venomous... one physician thought they would have to take his leg, the other felt the curse would take his life."
"For those few months that I was back here..." Vangelis' gaze turned inward. "I did not know if he had lived or died... and yet he insisted I returned to assure you all of some lie to hide a frightening possibility."
Vangelis shot his brother with a firm look.
"He said he was distracted, Zanon." He told him, wrapping several stems of the long grass around one of his fingers and snapping it free of the earth. Vangelis fiddled with the coil of green as he watched his brother's reactions, hoping such a tale would end in some good. His gaze differed between the piece of foliage he played with and then turning his gaze blank as he stared out into the night, speaking the memory as he recalled it to mind.
"We had been leading different units... The enemy tried to encroach, we spread our ranks, the left flank faltered, and Father went to support it. I had the right..."
"We lost that battle... the left flank suddenly broke, disappeared. It was all I could do to get my men back to safety across the river..."
Vangelis swallowed.
"It took half a day to find Father."
His fingers tightened so hard on the piece he played with that it snapped it into three pieces without tugging it, even though his voice remained calm.
"They had left him... On the field... Left for dead."
Vangelis cleared his throat and the stormy darkness in his features slowly passed.
"A few soldiers brought him back to the medical tent - I was being strapped up for some cut or something - I don't remember... and I sat with him for days. I asked him what had happened. He said that an arrow had hit his breastplate at just the right angle to avoid striking through his heart. He had hesitated for a moment, panicked that the shaft that was stuck in his jerkin was in fact in his chest and his mind..."
Vangelis looked up at Zanon.
"Zanon, he said that his mind went to Mother. To us... He said that for a moment he panicked, thinking he was to die there and never lay eyes on any of us again... it was then that the lance caught him in the leg. When he wasn't paying close enough attention."
The elder brother paused in his story, waiting on the reaction of the younger. Her had a point to make from the tale but he was also aware that he had just told Zanon that they nearly lost their father and king when they had been but fifteen years or so of age. Asia had been barely able to walk...
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Satisfied that his brother had at last admitted the truth of his inner turmoil - and not just random parts of it in his fights of pique - Vangelis finally released him by leaning up and back.
Removing his knee from his brother's chest and falling back onto his rear, Vangelis lent back on his hands and stretched out his painful leg.
When his brother sat up, they were positioned in the way they would have been as boys. Sat in the grass, their arms supporting their weight, their boots drifting back and forth, drawing lines in the dirt with the heels of their shoes.
Now they each sat there panting with the exertion of having beaten each other to the ground over a woman one already had and the other didn't want. What would their father say if he could see them now?
It was at that point that Zanon vomited.
With a stony expression that didn't even register the bodily function - heck he had seen far worse on a regular basis. His unit always had newcomers and newcomers always had dodgy bellies when it came to their first battles - Vangelis simply waited for his brother to finish retching and clean himself up before he chose to speak.
He had no idea whether what he had to say would help his brother or not, but he knew his father would wish him to share it in such a time, despite it breaking a confidence.
"Zanon... do you remember when I first went away? On that first campaign...?" Given the closeness in their ages that first trip with his father's military unit was the only one that Zanon had stayed home on. After that they had fought side by side or on separate battlefields but never had one waited back in Midas during a war effort. Not until Zanon's injury at least.
"I am back and father did not return until two months later?" Vangelis continued with his story. So far, it had all been information that Zanon would know and remember but the next would be fresh to his ears.
"Father told me to tell you - to tell Mother and the family - that he was leading the set-up of a base further east along the shoreline..." He looked his brother in the eye. "Father was injured during that campaign. In the leg. His wound became... infected, venomous... one physician thought they would have to take his leg, the other felt the curse would take his life."
"For those few months that I was back here..." Vangelis' gaze turned inward. "I did not know if he had lived or died... and yet he insisted I returned to assure you all of some lie to hide a frightening possibility."
Vangelis shot his brother with a firm look.
"He said he was distracted, Zanon." He told him, wrapping several stems of the long grass around one of his fingers and snapping it free of the earth. Vangelis fiddled with the coil of green as he watched his brother's reactions, hoping such a tale would end in some good. His gaze differed between the piece of foliage he played with and then turning his gaze blank as he stared out into the night, speaking the memory as he recalled it to mind.
"We had been leading different units... The enemy tried to encroach, we spread our ranks, the left flank faltered, and Father went to support it. I had the right..."
"We lost that battle... the left flank suddenly broke, disappeared. It was all I could do to get my men back to safety across the river..."
Vangelis swallowed.
"It took half a day to find Father."
His fingers tightened so hard on the piece he played with that it snapped it into three pieces without tugging it, even though his voice remained calm.
"They had left him... On the field... Left for dead."
Vangelis cleared his throat and the stormy darkness in his features slowly passed.
"A few soldiers brought him back to the medical tent - I was being strapped up for some cut or something - I don't remember... and I sat with him for days. I asked him what had happened. He said that an arrow had hit his breastplate at just the right angle to avoid striking through his heart. He had hesitated for a moment, panicked that the shaft that was stuck in his jerkin was in fact in his chest and his mind..."
Vangelis looked up at Zanon.
"Zanon, he said that his mind went to Mother. To us... He said that for a moment he panicked, thinking he was to die there and never lay eyes on any of us again... it was then that the lance caught him in the leg. When he wasn't paying close enough attention."
The elder brother paused in his story, waiting on the reaction of the younger. Her had a point to make from the tale but he was also aware that he had just told Zanon that they nearly lost their father and king when they had been but fifteen years or so of age. Asia had been barely able to walk...
Satisfied that his brother had at last admitted the truth of his inner turmoil - and not just random parts of it in his fights of pique - Vangelis finally released him by leaning up and back.
Removing his knee from his brother's chest and falling back onto his rear, Vangelis lent back on his hands and stretched out his painful leg.
When his brother sat up, they were positioned in the way they would have been as boys. Sat in the grass, their arms supporting their weight, their boots drifting back and forth, drawing lines in the dirt with the heels of their shoes.
Now they each sat there panting with the exertion of having beaten each other to the ground over a woman one already had and the other didn't want. What would their father say if he could see them now?
It was at that point that Zanon vomited.
With a stony expression that didn't even register the bodily function - heck he had seen far worse on a regular basis. His unit always had newcomers and newcomers always had dodgy bellies when it came to their first battles - Vangelis simply waited for his brother to finish retching and clean himself up before he chose to speak.
He had no idea whether what he had to say would help his brother or not, but he knew his father would wish him to share it in such a time, despite it breaking a confidence.
"Zanon... do you remember when I first went away? On that first campaign...?" Given the closeness in their ages that first trip with his father's military unit was the only one that Zanon had stayed home on. After that they had fought side by side or on separate battlefields but never had one waited back in Midas during a war effort. Not until Zanon's injury at least.
"I am back and father did not return until two months later?" Vangelis continued with his story. So far, it had all been information that Zanon would know and remember but the next would be fresh to his ears.
"Father told me to tell you - to tell Mother and the family - that he was leading the set-up of a base further east along the shoreline..." He looked his brother in the eye. "Father was injured during that campaign. In the leg. His wound became... infected, venomous... one physician thought they would have to take his leg, the other felt the curse would take his life."
"For those few months that I was back here..." Vangelis' gaze turned inward. "I did not know if he had lived or died... and yet he insisted I returned to assure you all of some lie to hide a frightening possibility."
Vangelis shot his brother with a firm look.
"He said he was distracted, Zanon." He told him, wrapping several stems of the long grass around one of his fingers and snapping it free of the earth. Vangelis fiddled with the coil of green as he watched his brother's reactions, hoping such a tale would end in some good. His gaze differed between the piece of foliage he played with and then turning his gaze blank as he stared out into the night, speaking the memory as he recalled it to mind.
"We had been leading different units... The enemy tried to encroach, we spread our ranks, the left flank faltered, and Father went to support it. I had the right..."
"We lost that battle... the left flank suddenly broke, disappeared. It was all I could do to get my men back to safety across the river..."
Vangelis swallowed.
"It took half a day to find Father."
His fingers tightened so hard on the piece he played with that it snapped it into three pieces without tugging it, even though his voice remained calm.
"They had left him... On the field... Left for dead."
Vangelis cleared his throat and the stormy darkness in his features slowly passed.
"A few soldiers brought him back to the medical tent - I was being strapped up for some cut or something - I don't remember... and I sat with him for days. I asked him what had happened. He said that an arrow had hit his breastplate at just the right angle to avoid striking through his heart. He had hesitated for a moment, panicked that the shaft that was stuck in his jerkin was in fact in his chest and his mind..."
Vangelis looked up at Zanon.
"Zanon, he said that his mind went to Mother. To us... He said that for a moment he panicked, thinking he was to die there and never lay eyes on any of us again... it was then that the lance caught him in the leg. When he wasn't paying close enough attention."
The elder brother paused in his story, waiting on the reaction of the younger. Her had a point to make from the tale but he was also aware that he had just told Zanon that they nearly lost their father and king when they had been but fifteen years or so of age. Asia had been barely able to walk...
As soon as his brother lifted his knee from his chest, Zanon sat up shakily and hoped against hope for one moment that perhaps the bile that had been threatening would be gone for good. It was a hope too soon as the second prince rolled and retched up all of the alcohol he had consumed during his meeting with the Valaoritis baron. It was a disgusting, heaving sort of sick that wracked his entire body until the poison was finally gone, and he could slowly roll back over to face his brother and force himself to his hands and knees and then into a proper seat.
Zan nodded as Vangelis launched into his story, it was one he was familiar with, or at least knew the basics of it. It had been a trying time for the entire family, and he had been furious that he hadn't been allowed to go and fight with the other men as if his fifteen year old self would have been able to somehow turn the tide and bring their father back home sooner. He had known about the injury eventually, but he hadn't ever heard the why or how, and listening to it now he felt sick again. It was the exact same type of distraction that had allowed him to nearly lose the use of his own leg. He had thought of Evras, of their son and what would happen to them if he were to die on the field.
Staring down at his hands, the prince drew his knees up to his chest and leaned his head forward, letting the tale properly sink in and squeezing his eyes shut against unwanted emotions that were rising in him. He would have to find time to talk to his father about this later. It certainly might have been helpful to know that he wasn't the only one. That the curse he was convinced had been laid on him was not true. But Nethis...she had always been the one he blamed for being behind it whether Evras cast it or not, it was through her manipulation any sort of witchcraft would come about.
"I blamed her for my own distraction. It was my fault but I was sure of a curse. And I was angry. Thought, thought she didn't really love me and it was just some manipulation of Nethis or the other Thanasi."
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As soon as his brother lifted his knee from his chest, Zanon sat up shakily and hoped against hope for one moment that perhaps the bile that had been threatening would be gone for good. It was a hope too soon as the second prince rolled and retched up all of the alcohol he had consumed during his meeting with the Valaoritis baron. It was a disgusting, heaving sort of sick that wracked his entire body until the poison was finally gone, and he could slowly roll back over to face his brother and force himself to his hands and knees and then into a proper seat.
Zan nodded as Vangelis launched into his story, it was one he was familiar with, or at least knew the basics of it. It had been a trying time for the entire family, and he had been furious that he hadn't been allowed to go and fight with the other men as if his fifteen year old self would have been able to somehow turn the tide and bring their father back home sooner. He had known about the injury eventually, but he hadn't ever heard the why or how, and listening to it now he felt sick again. It was the exact same type of distraction that had allowed him to nearly lose the use of his own leg. He had thought of Evras, of their son and what would happen to them if he were to die on the field.
Staring down at his hands, the prince drew his knees up to his chest and leaned his head forward, letting the tale properly sink in and squeezing his eyes shut against unwanted emotions that were rising in him. He would have to find time to talk to his father about this later. It certainly might have been helpful to know that he wasn't the only one. That the curse he was convinced had been laid on him was not true. But Nethis...she had always been the one he blamed for being behind it whether Evras cast it or not, it was through her manipulation any sort of witchcraft would come about.
"I blamed her for my own distraction. It was my fault but I was sure of a curse. And I was angry. Thought, thought she didn't really love me and it was just some manipulation of Nethis or the other Thanasi."
As soon as his brother lifted his knee from his chest, Zanon sat up shakily and hoped against hope for one moment that perhaps the bile that had been threatening would be gone for good. It was a hope too soon as the second prince rolled and retched up all of the alcohol he had consumed during his meeting with the Valaoritis baron. It was a disgusting, heaving sort of sick that wracked his entire body until the poison was finally gone, and he could slowly roll back over to face his brother and force himself to his hands and knees and then into a proper seat.
Zan nodded as Vangelis launched into his story, it was one he was familiar with, or at least knew the basics of it. It had been a trying time for the entire family, and he had been furious that he hadn't been allowed to go and fight with the other men as if his fifteen year old self would have been able to somehow turn the tide and bring their father back home sooner. He had known about the injury eventually, but he hadn't ever heard the why or how, and listening to it now he felt sick again. It was the exact same type of distraction that had allowed him to nearly lose the use of his own leg. He had thought of Evras, of their son and what would happen to them if he were to die on the field.
Staring down at his hands, the prince drew his knees up to his chest and leaned his head forward, letting the tale properly sink in and squeezing his eyes shut against unwanted emotions that were rising in him. He would have to find time to talk to his father about this later. It certainly might have been helpful to know that he wasn't the only one. That the curse he was convinced had been laid on him was not true. But Nethis...she had always been the one he blamed for being behind it whether Evras cast it or not, it was through her manipulation any sort of witchcraft would come about.
"I blamed her for my own distraction. It was my fault but I was sure of a curse. And I was angry. Thought, thought she didn't really love me and it was just some manipulation of Nethis or the other Thanasi."
"It's understandably to be distracted, Zanon." Vangelis comforted, despite the fact that they both knew his words came from no real personal experience, having never been in love nor had children of his own. "But father told me once, that while family might give us weakness at times, it also gives us strength. When he fights, he fights for us as well as for his kingdom."
When Zanon mentioned curses and spells on which he had blamed his feelings for Evras, Vangelis shook his head at his brother and the misconceptions he had been labouring under, seemingly for so long.
"Nethis is a conniving and highly dangerous woman, Zanon, but she is no magician. She does not trifle in the ways of the Gods." Vangelis snorted. "Would you expect any of us to still be alive if she did?"
Snapping his fingers and patting at his brother's upturned knee to get him to look his way, Vangelis made sure he had Zanon's full attention before he continued, looking him dead in the eye to ensure his point.
"I am no romantic expert brother but do you really think your wife would be so distressed right now and so mournful for the last few years, if she were not in love with you?" Vangelis tightened the corners of his mouth and raised an eyebrow like he thought Zanon to be stupid. "You have been in emotional agony because of your love for her. Can you not see her to be in the same place?"
"I think..." Vangelis continued with a hard exhale as he pressed into his knees and stood up to his full height, dusting off his riding pants and tugging at his shirt to knock off the blades of grass that still coated the material. He forgot about his hair which was also covered in bits of lawn and, instead, held out a hand to his brother as he continued. "... that the only curse here is now much time you have lost with your wife, brother mine."
Gripping tight on Zanon's hand as he lifted him to his feet, he slapped the man in the shoulder.
"Come on... Time to heal this rupture in our family, yes?"
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"It's understandably to be distracted, Zanon." Vangelis comforted, despite the fact that they both knew his words came from no real personal experience, having never been in love nor had children of his own. "But father told me once, that while family might give us weakness at times, it also gives us strength. When he fights, he fights for us as well as for his kingdom."
When Zanon mentioned curses and spells on which he had blamed his feelings for Evras, Vangelis shook his head at his brother and the misconceptions he had been labouring under, seemingly for so long.
"Nethis is a conniving and highly dangerous woman, Zanon, but she is no magician. She does not trifle in the ways of the Gods." Vangelis snorted. "Would you expect any of us to still be alive if she did?"
Snapping his fingers and patting at his brother's upturned knee to get him to look his way, Vangelis made sure he had Zanon's full attention before he continued, looking him dead in the eye to ensure his point.
"I am no romantic expert brother but do you really think your wife would be so distressed right now and so mournful for the last few years, if she were not in love with you?" Vangelis tightened the corners of his mouth and raised an eyebrow like he thought Zanon to be stupid. "You have been in emotional agony because of your love for her. Can you not see her to be in the same place?"
"I think..." Vangelis continued with a hard exhale as he pressed into his knees and stood up to his full height, dusting off his riding pants and tugging at his shirt to knock off the blades of grass that still coated the material. He forgot about his hair which was also covered in bits of lawn and, instead, held out a hand to his brother as he continued. "... that the only curse here is now much time you have lost with your wife, brother mine."
Gripping tight on Zanon's hand as he lifted him to his feet, he slapped the man in the shoulder.
"Come on... Time to heal this rupture in our family, yes?"
"It's understandably to be distracted, Zanon." Vangelis comforted, despite the fact that they both knew his words came from no real personal experience, having never been in love nor had children of his own. "But father told me once, that while family might give us weakness at times, it also gives us strength. When he fights, he fights for us as well as for his kingdom."
When Zanon mentioned curses and spells on which he had blamed his feelings for Evras, Vangelis shook his head at his brother and the misconceptions he had been labouring under, seemingly for so long.
"Nethis is a conniving and highly dangerous woman, Zanon, but she is no magician. She does not trifle in the ways of the Gods." Vangelis snorted. "Would you expect any of us to still be alive if she did?"
Snapping his fingers and patting at his brother's upturned knee to get him to look his way, Vangelis made sure he had Zanon's full attention before he continued, looking him dead in the eye to ensure his point.
"I am no romantic expert brother but do you really think your wife would be so distressed right now and so mournful for the last few years, if she were not in love with you?" Vangelis tightened the corners of his mouth and raised an eyebrow like he thought Zanon to be stupid. "You have been in emotional agony because of your love for her. Can you not see her to be in the same place?"
"I think..." Vangelis continued with a hard exhale as he pressed into his knees and stood up to his full height, dusting off his riding pants and tugging at his shirt to knock off the blades of grass that still coated the material. He forgot about his hair which was also covered in bits of lawn and, instead, held out a hand to his brother as he continued. "... that the only curse here is now much time you have lost with your wife, brother mine."
Gripping tight on Zanon's hand as he lifted him to his feet, he slapped the man in the shoulder.
"Come on... Time to heal this rupture in our family, yes?"
Even as he spoke he knew that what he said was foolish. For too long Zanon had lived as if in a trance, a horrible world where curses haunted him in the night and he relieved every moment of that battle where he had nearly lost his life and limb. It was all burned so vividly into his memory that his body ached as if he was still there on the field. Being carried off the field, brought home by Vangelis and left in Evras' care. She had looked so sad, so pale and frightened. Even when he was drifting in and out of consciousness she spoke to him, pulled him back from the brink. And in return he had come to despise her, ridicule and curse her, and break every vow they had made before the altar of Zeus.
A tear slid down his cheek, cutting through the spattered blood from where he'd been punched and the dirt from his tumble to the ground. Remorse replaced the rage and the tears fell silently until Vangelis tapped his knee. Normally he wouldn't have cried in front of anyone, it went against the Colchian representation of its people and as a prince of the country he had to be strong. But here, with only his brother who of all people seemed to both understand and want to help him, he could allow himself a moment of weakness.
"You are right."
With those simple words the knot in his heart seemed to loosen slightly as if the pain and fear he had been holding in for the past three years could slowly begin to fade away. It would never vanish entirely, he knew that, but at least they could try again, try to heal. If she truly still loved him, if she ever had.
"But..the man. She and her lover..."
Zanon gritted his teeth against the anger building, taking Vang's hand to stand. Whatever had happened, he had to at least listen to her side of the story. After everything he had done, he owed her that. Nodding rigidly, he gestured for his brother to lead on, shifting his jaw and taking stock slowly of the injuries he had gathered from the rage of the eldest Kotas.
Following him through the halls, Zanon hesitated when they reached the doors of Vangelis' room where his wife waited. His face was pale and drawn, and he had to set his jaw before his elder brother opened the door. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this.
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Even as he spoke he knew that what he said was foolish. For too long Zanon had lived as if in a trance, a horrible world where curses haunted him in the night and he relieved every moment of that battle where he had nearly lost his life and limb. It was all burned so vividly into his memory that his body ached as if he was still there on the field. Being carried off the field, brought home by Vangelis and left in Evras' care. She had looked so sad, so pale and frightened. Even when he was drifting in and out of consciousness she spoke to him, pulled him back from the brink. And in return he had come to despise her, ridicule and curse her, and break every vow they had made before the altar of Zeus.
A tear slid down his cheek, cutting through the spattered blood from where he'd been punched and the dirt from his tumble to the ground. Remorse replaced the rage and the tears fell silently until Vangelis tapped his knee. Normally he wouldn't have cried in front of anyone, it went against the Colchian representation of its people and as a prince of the country he had to be strong. But here, with only his brother who of all people seemed to both understand and want to help him, he could allow himself a moment of weakness.
"You are right."
With those simple words the knot in his heart seemed to loosen slightly as if the pain and fear he had been holding in for the past three years could slowly begin to fade away. It would never vanish entirely, he knew that, but at least they could try again, try to heal. If she truly still loved him, if she ever had.
"But..the man. She and her lover..."
Zanon gritted his teeth against the anger building, taking Vang's hand to stand. Whatever had happened, he had to at least listen to her side of the story. After everything he had done, he owed her that. Nodding rigidly, he gestured for his brother to lead on, shifting his jaw and taking stock slowly of the injuries he had gathered from the rage of the eldest Kotas.
Following him through the halls, Zanon hesitated when they reached the doors of Vangelis' room where his wife waited. His face was pale and drawn, and he had to set his jaw before his elder brother opened the door. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this.
Even as he spoke he knew that what he said was foolish. For too long Zanon had lived as if in a trance, a horrible world where curses haunted him in the night and he relieved every moment of that battle where he had nearly lost his life and limb. It was all burned so vividly into his memory that his body ached as if he was still there on the field. Being carried off the field, brought home by Vangelis and left in Evras' care. She had looked so sad, so pale and frightened. Even when he was drifting in and out of consciousness she spoke to him, pulled him back from the brink. And in return he had come to despise her, ridicule and curse her, and break every vow they had made before the altar of Zeus.
A tear slid down his cheek, cutting through the spattered blood from where he'd been punched and the dirt from his tumble to the ground. Remorse replaced the rage and the tears fell silently until Vangelis tapped his knee. Normally he wouldn't have cried in front of anyone, it went against the Colchian representation of its people and as a prince of the country he had to be strong. But here, with only his brother who of all people seemed to both understand and want to help him, he could allow himself a moment of weakness.
"You are right."
With those simple words the knot in his heart seemed to loosen slightly as if the pain and fear he had been holding in for the past three years could slowly begin to fade away. It would never vanish entirely, he knew that, but at least they could try again, try to heal. If she truly still loved him, if she ever had.
"But..the man. She and her lover..."
Zanon gritted his teeth against the anger building, taking Vang's hand to stand. Whatever had happened, he had to at least listen to her side of the story. After everything he had done, he owed her that. Nodding rigidly, he gestured for his brother to lead on, shifting his jaw and taking stock slowly of the injuries he had gathered from the rage of the eldest Kotas.
Following him through the halls, Zanon hesitated when they reached the doors of Vangelis' room where his wife waited. His face was pale and drawn, and he had to set his jaw before his elder brother opened the door. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this.
As they sat there in the grass, two brothers more than two princes - or even two grown men - Vangelis allowed his brother to cry silently and without shame. He reached out at one point to place a hand on the back of Zanon's lowered head in an effort to offer comfort but he drew it back just as slowly and thoughtfully, unsure whether such a gesture would seem either patronising or as just a draw of attention to the man's moment of emotional weakness. Instead, he returned his fingers to the piece of grass he had been playing with and simply waited out his brother's need for release before he then spoke again regarding uniting the breech in their family unit.
As the two of them stood, Zanon commented on the lover they had each seen with Evras that evening - the catalyst for the entire night's violence and anger. He watched as his brother's shoulder's set and his jaw tightened, clear signs of the Kotas prideful rage coming back into play.
Vangelis wasn't going to tell his brother not to be so; not to be proud in a way that had defined their family for generations. But he would mediate where he could and then leave it to the husband and wife to make further repairs to their relationship.
"Evras has never struck me as a foolish or stupid woman, brother." He commented, as the two of them dusted off their clothes and began to head back towards the front door of the manor. "To kiss a man not her husband on the doorstep of his family home seems an ill-advised moment of lunacy for one as sure-minded as she. I would assume that the events of this evening were either not of her making, and that the stranger simply kissed her or that it was a desperate plan to attract your attention and while deplorable in its execution was at least delivered from a place of desire to have you notice her. Either way, I do not believe either circumstance to be insurmountable, but you should at least listen to her own words of explanation before you allow the Kotas anger to overwhelm you like it did before." He nudged his brother with a jab to the shoulder - a half joke and half warning that Vangelis would not tolerate any more screaming within the House.
By this time, they had crossed the courtyard avoiding the corpse Vangelis still had to deal with and headed inside the house.
The manor was eerily quiet now that all the excitement had passed and people had returned to their rooms. The sword that had previously belonged in Zanon's sheath still lay abandoned on the tiles of the great foyer and drips of inky crimson lay spattered on the floor where his brother had not fully cleaned the metal before it had been thrown.
Vangelis would see to that also.
With a light shove towards the stairs, Vangelis draw his brother's attention away from the weapon and the anger and resentment such a visual would remind him of from a few hours before, and stood behind his left shoulder as the two of them marched to Vangelis' chambers. He didn't lead his brother - for this was something that the man needed to do for himself. But he stood by his side and at his hand - as a good brother should.
When they reached the doors of his bed chambers, Vangelis motioned with his arm, to move his forearm over his own face - and instruction to Zanon.
"Clean your face, you hardly look like my brother anymore."
With a combination of speckled blood from his kill, the dirt of the outdoors and the streaks that his own tears had marked - not to mention the solid bruising that had begun to flourish over Zanon's jaw and the split lip - both of which had been delivered by Vangelis himself - it was hard to see the man's features under all the grime.
Allowing the man time to clean himself up as best as a shirt sleeve would allow, Vangelis reached for the handle of his own door and then turned to look at his brother before opening it.
"When this is over, Zanon, I'll owe you another strike on behalf of my nephew. You have a relationship to fix there also..." His gaze was hard and had shifted from loving brother to unyielding Head of House.
He went to open the door, only to find something blocking it.
"Evras, it's Vangelis, open the door." He called through the crack he had managed to open and kept his voice calm and as un-intimidating as he could manage under the circumstances.
When the door was opened and he found his sister looking at him, Vangelis scooted her outside with a grimace that clearly read "why am I not surprised?" and then stepped back to allow Zanon into his own rooms.
"Focus on fixing this first brother and then I will permit you to see your son. Until then I will be spending the night with him and not returning until noon tomorrow."
And with that, he took hold of his sister's shoulders, turned her like a doll to be facing the right direction and then patted her on the bum to walk forwards and away, as he would have done when they were children.
"You, princess, have some explaining to do..." He said as they walked down and away from the crown prince's wing. "I told you to wait in your own rooms."
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As they sat there in the grass, two brothers more than two princes - or even two grown men - Vangelis allowed his brother to cry silently and without shame. He reached out at one point to place a hand on the back of Zanon's lowered head in an effort to offer comfort but he drew it back just as slowly and thoughtfully, unsure whether such a gesture would seem either patronising or as just a draw of attention to the man's moment of emotional weakness. Instead, he returned his fingers to the piece of grass he had been playing with and simply waited out his brother's need for release before he then spoke again regarding uniting the breech in their family unit.
As the two of them stood, Zanon commented on the lover they had each seen with Evras that evening - the catalyst for the entire night's violence and anger. He watched as his brother's shoulder's set and his jaw tightened, clear signs of the Kotas prideful rage coming back into play.
Vangelis wasn't going to tell his brother not to be so; not to be proud in a way that had defined their family for generations. But he would mediate where he could and then leave it to the husband and wife to make further repairs to their relationship.
"Evras has never struck me as a foolish or stupid woman, brother." He commented, as the two of them dusted off their clothes and began to head back towards the front door of the manor. "To kiss a man not her husband on the doorstep of his family home seems an ill-advised moment of lunacy for one as sure-minded as she. I would assume that the events of this evening were either not of her making, and that the stranger simply kissed her or that it was a desperate plan to attract your attention and while deplorable in its execution was at least delivered from a place of desire to have you notice her. Either way, I do not believe either circumstance to be insurmountable, but you should at least listen to her own words of explanation before you allow the Kotas anger to overwhelm you like it did before." He nudged his brother with a jab to the shoulder - a half joke and half warning that Vangelis would not tolerate any more screaming within the House.
By this time, they had crossed the courtyard avoiding the corpse Vangelis still had to deal with and headed inside the house.
The manor was eerily quiet now that all the excitement had passed and people had returned to their rooms. The sword that had previously belonged in Zanon's sheath still lay abandoned on the tiles of the great foyer and drips of inky crimson lay spattered on the floor where his brother had not fully cleaned the metal before it had been thrown.
Vangelis would see to that also.
With a light shove towards the stairs, Vangelis draw his brother's attention away from the weapon and the anger and resentment such a visual would remind him of from a few hours before, and stood behind his left shoulder as the two of them marched to Vangelis' chambers. He didn't lead his brother - for this was something that the man needed to do for himself. But he stood by his side and at his hand - as a good brother should.
When they reached the doors of his bed chambers, Vangelis motioned with his arm, to move his forearm over his own face - and instruction to Zanon.
"Clean your face, you hardly look like my brother anymore."
With a combination of speckled blood from his kill, the dirt of the outdoors and the streaks that his own tears had marked - not to mention the solid bruising that had begun to flourish over Zanon's jaw and the split lip - both of which had been delivered by Vangelis himself - it was hard to see the man's features under all the grime.
Allowing the man time to clean himself up as best as a shirt sleeve would allow, Vangelis reached for the handle of his own door and then turned to look at his brother before opening it.
"When this is over, Zanon, I'll owe you another strike on behalf of my nephew. You have a relationship to fix there also..." His gaze was hard and had shifted from loving brother to unyielding Head of House.
He went to open the door, only to find something blocking it.
"Evras, it's Vangelis, open the door." He called through the crack he had managed to open and kept his voice calm and as un-intimidating as he could manage under the circumstances.
When the door was opened and he found his sister looking at him, Vangelis scooted her outside with a grimace that clearly read "why am I not surprised?" and then stepped back to allow Zanon into his own rooms.
"Focus on fixing this first brother and then I will permit you to see your son. Until then I will be spending the night with him and not returning until noon tomorrow."
And with that, he took hold of his sister's shoulders, turned her like a doll to be facing the right direction and then patted her on the bum to walk forwards and away, as he would have done when they were children.
"You, princess, have some explaining to do..." He said as they walked down and away from the crown prince's wing. "I told you to wait in your own rooms."
As they sat there in the grass, two brothers more than two princes - or even two grown men - Vangelis allowed his brother to cry silently and without shame. He reached out at one point to place a hand on the back of Zanon's lowered head in an effort to offer comfort but he drew it back just as slowly and thoughtfully, unsure whether such a gesture would seem either patronising or as just a draw of attention to the man's moment of emotional weakness. Instead, he returned his fingers to the piece of grass he had been playing with and simply waited out his brother's need for release before he then spoke again regarding uniting the breech in their family unit.
As the two of them stood, Zanon commented on the lover they had each seen with Evras that evening - the catalyst for the entire night's violence and anger. He watched as his brother's shoulder's set and his jaw tightened, clear signs of the Kotas prideful rage coming back into play.
Vangelis wasn't going to tell his brother not to be so; not to be proud in a way that had defined their family for generations. But he would mediate where he could and then leave it to the husband and wife to make further repairs to their relationship.
"Evras has never struck me as a foolish or stupid woman, brother." He commented, as the two of them dusted off their clothes and began to head back towards the front door of the manor. "To kiss a man not her husband on the doorstep of his family home seems an ill-advised moment of lunacy for one as sure-minded as she. I would assume that the events of this evening were either not of her making, and that the stranger simply kissed her or that it was a desperate plan to attract your attention and while deplorable in its execution was at least delivered from a place of desire to have you notice her. Either way, I do not believe either circumstance to be insurmountable, but you should at least listen to her own words of explanation before you allow the Kotas anger to overwhelm you like it did before." He nudged his brother with a jab to the shoulder - a half joke and half warning that Vangelis would not tolerate any more screaming within the House.
By this time, they had crossed the courtyard avoiding the corpse Vangelis still had to deal with and headed inside the house.
The manor was eerily quiet now that all the excitement had passed and people had returned to their rooms. The sword that had previously belonged in Zanon's sheath still lay abandoned on the tiles of the great foyer and drips of inky crimson lay spattered on the floor where his brother had not fully cleaned the metal before it had been thrown.
Vangelis would see to that also.
With a light shove towards the stairs, Vangelis draw his brother's attention away from the weapon and the anger and resentment such a visual would remind him of from a few hours before, and stood behind his left shoulder as the two of them marched to Vangelis' chambers. He didn't lead his brother - for this was something that the man needed to do for himself. But he stood by his side and at his hand - as a good brother should.
When they reached the doors of his bed chambers, Vangelis motioned with his arm, to move his forearm over his own face - and instruction to Zanon.
"Clean your face, you hardly look like my brother anymore."
With a combination of speckled blood from his kill, the dirt of the outdoors and the streaks that his own tears had marked - not to mention the solid bruising that had begun to flourish over Zanon's jaw and the split lip - both of which had been delivered by Vangelis himself - it was hard to see the man's features under all the grime.
Allowing the man time to clean himself up as best as a shirt sleeve would allow, Vangelis reached for the handle of his own door and then turned to look at his brother before opening it.
"When this is over, Zanon, I'll owe you another strike on behalf of my nephew. You have a relationship to fix there also..." His gaze was hard and had shifted from loving brother to unyielding Head of House.
He went to open the door, only to find something blocking it.
"Evras, it's Vangelis, open the door." He called through the crack he had managed to open and kept his voice calm and as un-intimidating as he could manage under the circumstances.
When the door was opened and he found his sister looking at him, Vangelis scooted her outside with a grimace that clearly read "why am I not surprised?" and then stepped back to allow Zanon into his own rooms.
"Focus on fixing this first brother and then I will permit you to see your son. Until then I will be spending the night with him and not returning until noon tomorrow."
And with that, he took hold of his sister's shoulders, turned her like a doll to be facing the right direction and then patted her on the bum to walk forwards and away, as he would have done when they were children.
"You, princess, have some explaining to do..." He said as they walked down and away from the crown prince's wing. "I told you to wait in your own rooms."
Despite Athanasia trying her best, there was nothing that would make Evras feel better at this point other then her siblings - she craved Nethis's words, knew that her eldest sister would find some way to make it right. Even Mihail's words of jest would make her laugh. Yet she was in the Kotas mansion, and while Asia was sweet, she was still her brother's sister, and Evras was cautious as to how much she was willing to break down in front of the girl without losing her senses entirely.
But Asia's presence did provide some measure of comfort. It was nice to know that a sister she once had before Zanon's treatment of her had ruined even that relationship, was at least understanding of her position now, and for taht she was grateful. If her friendship with Athanasia was the only thing that was repaired out of the night, Evras would be happy.
The silence that had permeated the room was one that Evras needed, just some time to mull over her thoughts and actions, winding a hand around the younger girl's and giving it a light squeeze and a grateful smile - her way of thanking Asia just for being around. But for now the Thanasi woman needed to think, think on what exactly had brought them to this place. She was no fool. Evras knew she was not entirely free of blame. But that did not mean she would easily dispel the blame from the otehr of their two-sided relationship.
When the knock was sharply rapped on the door, her head shot up from where they had been bent over her knees, fear diffusing through her blue-green eyes when she heard the firm, familiar tone of Vangelis. Her body froze in place, until the door eventually opened. Evras could almost feel the blood freeze in her veins as the door swung open to reveal the very bruised, grimed faces of her husband and brother-in-law.
Instinctively, Evras's eyes flickered to Zanon's first, a reaction that came so naturally to her it was as if it was hard wired in her. She hated how, even in the situation they were in, she still found a part of her fussing over the cracked lip, the way the bruises formed.
Gritting her teeth, she looked pointedly away from him, her hands balling into fists by her side again as she turned away from how Vangelis stepped back to allow him in, pretending to not here the elder prince's words, avoiding Zanon's gaze entirely, her feet rooted to the ground. She felt more then heard the departure of Athanasia and Vangelis, but even then Evras steadfastly refused to look at the other, knowing full well an open door behind him and a whole manor of people would come running again if he started yelling - and this time, Evras wanted no part of one of his fits. She's had quite enough of them, really.
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Despite Athanasia trying her best, there was nothing that would make Evras feel better at this point other then her siblings - she craved Nethis's words, knew that her eldest sister would find some way to make it right. Even Mihail's words of jest would make her laugh. Yet she was in the Kotas mansion, and while Asia was sweet, she was still her brother's sister, and Evras was cautious as to how much she was willing to break down in front of the girl without losing her senses entirely.
But Asia's presence did provide some measure of comfort. It was nice to know that a sister she once had before Zanon's treatment of her had ruined even that relationship, was at least understanding of her position now, and for taht she was grateful. If her friendship with Athanasia was the only thing that was repaired out of the night, Evras would be happy.
The silence that had permeated the room was one that Evras needed, just some time to mull over her thoughts and actions, winding a hand around the younger girl's and giving it a light squeeze and a grateful smile - her way of thanking Asia just for being around. But for now the Thanasi woman needed to think, think on what exactly had brought them to this place. She was no fool. Evras knew she was not entirely free of blame. But that did not mean she would easily dispel the blame from the otehr of their two-sided relationship.
When the knock was sharply rapped on the door, her head shot up from where they had been bent over her knees, fear diffusing through her blue-green eyes when she heard the firm, familiar tone of Vangelis. Her body froze in place, until the door eventually opened. Evras could almost feel the blood freeze in her veins as the door swung open to reveal the very bruised, grimed faces of her husband and brother-in-law.
Instinctively, Evras's eyes flickered to Zanon's first, a reaction that came so naturally to her it was as if it was hard wired in her. She hated how, even in the situation they were in, she still found a part of her fussing over the cracked lip, the way the bruises formed.
Gritting her teeth, she looked pointedly away from him, her hands balling into fists by her side again as she turned away from how Vangelis stepped back to allow him in, pretending to not here the elder prince's words, avoiding Zanon's gaze entirely, her feet rooted to the ground. She felt more then heard the departure of Athanasia and Vangelis, but even then Evras steadfastly refused to look at the other, knowing full well an open door behind him and a whole manor of people would come running again if he started yelling - and this time, Evras wanted no part of one of his fits. She's had quite enough of them, really.
Despite Athanasia trying her best, there was nothing that would make Evras feel better at this point other then her siblings - she craved Nethis's words, knew that her eldest sister would find some way to make it right. Even Mihail's words of jest would make her laugh. Yet she was in the Kotas mansion, and while Asia was sweet, she was still her brother's sister, and Evras was cautious as to how much she was willing to break down in front of the girl without losing her senses entirely.
But Asia's presence did provide some measure of comfort. It was nice to know that a sister she once had before Zanon's treatment of her had ruined even that relationship, was at least understanding of her position now, and for taht she was grateful. If her friendship with Athanasia was the only thing that was repaired out of the night, Evras would be happy.
The silence that had permeated the room was one that Evras needed, just some time to mull over her thoughts and actions, winding a hand around the younger girl's and giving it a light squeeze and a grateful smile - her way of thanking Asia just for being around. But for now the Thanasi woman needed to think, think on what exactly had brought them to this place. She was no fool. Evras knew she was not entirely free of blame. But that did not mean she would easily dispel the blame from the otehr of their two-sided relationship.
When the knock was sharply rapped on the door, her head shot up from where they had been bent over her knees, fear diffusing through her blue-green eyes when she heard the firm, familiar tone of Vangelis. Her body froze in place, until the door eventually opened. Evras could almost feel the blood freeze in her veins as the door swung open to reveal the very bruised, grimed faces of her husband and brother-in-law.
Instinctively, Evras's eyes flickered to Zanon's first, a reaction that came so naturally to her it was as if it was hard wired in her. She hated how, even in the situation they were in, she still found a part of her fussing over the cracked lip, the way the bruises formed.
Gritting her teeth, she looked pointedly away from him, her hands balling into fists by her side again as she turned away from how Vangelis stepped back to allow him in, pretending to not here the elder prince's words, avoiding Zanon's gaze entirely, her feet rooted to the ground. She felt more then heard the departure of Athanasia and Vangelis, but even then Evras steadfastly refused to look at the other, knowing full well an open door behind him and a whole manor of people would come running again if he started yelling - and this time, Evras wanted no part of one of his fits. She's had quite enough of them, really.
At his brother’s instruction, Zanon wiped his face and grimaced at how the motion made the blossoming bruises twinge and his cut lip pull. He was a mess, there was no denying that, in a tunic still spattered with blood from his earlier kill. If wasn’t at all how he wanted to face his wife, not now or ever, but Vangelis had a point. He couldn’t keep hiding from this. There were two relationships he had to repair.
Even after most of the grime had been wiped clean he knew he wasn’t the finest sight to behold. He took care to avoid fights or any sort of damage to himself so even after eleven years of marriage this was new to them. He kept his gaze on her as the door swung open, letting his brother handle their sister’s presence with no comment, clenching and unclenching his fists as he waited. Only once they were alone and silence had fallen did he finally speak, not moving from his place.
”I have been a fool.”
There, the words were out now. Who knew what difference it would make but at least now it couldn’t be held against him. In spite of all of the emotion he tried to keep his voice steady, a low tone as if to soothe an animal. Though he wasn’t sure which of them was the wild creature that needed the most calm.
”And I have treated you poorly. And for that, you have my apologies. And the promise that it will not happen again.”
This was difficult. So much more difficult than anything else he had ever done. He had years of mistakes to atone for and if she never forgave him then he deserved it. But Vangelis was right. He had to try.
Without waiting for a response, Zanon moved forward and caught hold of his wife, tipping her face up to his own and kissing her deeply as if this would erase the years of strife between them and make her forget the other man.
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At his brother’s instruction, Zanon wiped his face and grimaced at how the motion made the blossoming bruises twinge and his cut lip pull. He was a mess, there was no denying that, in a tunic still spattered with blood from his earlier kill. If wasn’t at all how he wanted to face his wife, not now or ever, but Vangelis had a point. He couldn’t keep hiding from this. There were two relationships he had to repair.
Even after most of the grime had been wiped clean he knew he wasn’t the finest sight to behold. He took care to avoid fights or any sort of damage to himself so even after eleven years of marriage this was new to them. He kept his gaze on her as the door swung open, letting his brother handle their sister’s presence with no comment, clenching and unclenching his fists as he waited. Only once they were alone and silence had fallen did he finally speak, not moving from his place.
”I have been a fool.”
There, the words were out now. Who knew what difference it would make but at least now it couldn’t be held against him. In spite of all of the emotion he tried to keep his voice steady, a low tone as if to soothe an animal. Though he wasn’t sure which of them was the wild creature that needed the most calm.
”And I have treated you poorly. And for that, you have my apologies. And the promise that it will not happen again.”
This was difficult. So much more difficult than anything else he had ever done. He had years of mistakes to atone for and if she never forgave him then he deserved it. But Vangelis was right. He had to try.
Without waiting for a response, Zanon moved forward and caught hold of his wife, tipping her face up to his own and kissing her deeply as if this would erase the years of strife between them and make her forget the other man.
At his brother’s instruction, Zanon wiped his face and grimaced at how the motion made the blossoming bruises twinge and his cut lip pull. He was a mess, there was no denying that, in a tunic still spattered with blood from his earlier kill. If wasn’t at all how he wanted to face his wife, not now or ever, but Vangelis had a point. He couldn’t keep hiding from this. There were two relationships he had to repair.
Even after most of the grime had been wiped clean he knew he wasn’t the finest sight to behold. He took care to avoid fights or any sort of damage to himself so even after eleven years of marriage this was new to them. He kept his gaze on her as the door swung open, letting his brother handle their sister’s presence with no comment, clenching and unclenching his fists as he waited. Only once they were alone and silence had fallen did he finally speak, not moving from his place.
”I have been a fool.”
There, the words were out now. Who knew what difference it would make but at least now it couldn’t be held against him. In spite of all of the emotion he tried to keep his voice steady, a low tone as if to soothe an animal. Though he wasn’t sure which of them was the wild creature that needed the most calm.
”And I have treated you poorly. And for that, you have my apologies. And the promise that it will not happen again.”
This was difficult. So much more difficult than anything else he had ever done. He had years of mistakes to atone for and if she never forgave him then he deserved it. But Vangelis was right. He had to try.
Without waiting for a response, Zanon moved forward and caught hold of his wife, tipping her face up to his own and kissing her deeply as if this would erase the years of strife between them and make her forget the other man.
'I have been a fool.'
Well color her surprised. While Evras had been determined to show no outward expression no matter what he said, she couldn't help but swing her eyes to his with a shocked look showing in her expressive gaze. Her lips hung slightly open, another showcase of how his words had bowled her over. In the past three years, while Evras had hoped her prideful, egoistical husband would come to his senses and return to her, never had she guessed he would apologize to her as such.
Gaping as he continued speaking, a part of Evras's heart softened - susceptible as she was whenever she saw Zanon struggling. He had always been her achilles' heel, her one weak point that she would go soft for, against all the teachings of Nethis who had always told her that she could solve all her problems herself. There was no doubt in Evras's mind that the little interlude with Vangelis that he's had was somewhat the catalyst behind his words. While she was somewhat sore that it required a third party to knock some sense into her husband, she was... at least mildly mollified.
And then he kissed her.
Her lips had still been ajar when he moved forward and caught her, and before she knew she, she found herself in his embrace, his lips on hers.
It would never compare to anyone else's of course. Just half an hour or so ago, she had been kissed on the lips by the young Valaoritis brother, yet it couldn't even come close to what she felt when Zanon pressed his lips on hers - like a stoked fire slowly brought back to life, heat rising in her body. The feeling that the final piece of a puzzle slid in to complete her whenever she and Zanon were connected. Briefly, she allowed herself to sink in his kiss, a kind so different from the ones they had shared in his chambers during Selene's visit.
And then logic came ringing loud and clear, and in the next second, Evras had pushed him away roughly, wrenching herself out of his grasp and taking steps away from him until an adequete distance was placed between them. She shook her head the whole time, biting the lip that he had just thoroughly kissed. "No. No no no." she murmured repetitively, a wave of emotions crashing and bubbling in her eyes. She wanted to, oh how she wanted to. But she couldn't. Evras was no fool. And she held herself to higher regards then. One apology was enough to erase three years of strife from her? Not happening.
"No, Zanon." she repeated in a harder, tighter tone. She shivered when she saw him, she couldn't help it. She had seen him kill - drive a sword through someone with no thought to the other's life. He had dragged her in, caused her pain... and for that, Evras's forgiveness did not come easily. The dark-haired maiden bit her lip to stop it from wobbling, taking a deep breathe to stop the shiver of her voice from tears she worked hard to hold back, before speaking again. "You promise me at the altar to Zeus to love and trust, to never hurt me." the insinuation was clear, as she winced at her own words, her scalp still stinging from the way he had dragged and grabbed her.
"If you didn't honor your promises then, why should I trust your promise now? I can't keep trying to talk to a wall with no ears. You didn't listen... have not been listening to me for years now. So..." she paused, and then her voice dipped to a heartaching whisper, in a way that was more vulnerable then angry, as a single tear finally escaped her efforts of holding them back. "So why should I listen to you now?"
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'I have been a fool.'
Well color her surprised. While Evras had been determined to show no outward expression no matter what he said, she couldn't help but swing her eyes to his with a shocked look showing in her expressive gaze. Her lips hung slightly open, another showcase of how his words had bowled her over. In the past three years, while Evras had hoped her prideful, egoistical husband would come to his senses and return to her, never had she guessed he would apologize to her as such.
Gaping as he continued speaking, a part of Evras's heart softened - susceptible as she was whenever she saw Zanon struggling. He had always been her achilles' heel, her one weak point that she would go soft for, against all the teachings of Nethis who had always told her that she could solve all her problems herself. There was no doubt in Evras's mind that the little interlude with Vangelis that he's had was somewhat the catalyst behind his words. While she was somewhat sore that it required a third party to knock some sense into her husband, she was... at least mildly mollified.
And then he kissed her.
Her lips had still been ajar when he moved forward and caught her, and before she knew she, she found herself in his embrace, his lips on hers.
It would never compare to anyone else's of course. Just half an hour or so ago, she had been kissed on the lips by the young Valaoritis brother, yet it couldn't even come close to what she felt when Zanon pressed his lips on hers - like a stoked fire slowly brought back to life, heat rising in her body. The feeling that the final piece of a puzzle slid in to complete her whenever she and Zanon were connected. Briefly, she allowed herself to sink in his kiss, a kind so different from the ones they had shared in his chambers during Selene's visit.
And then logic came ringing loud and clear, and in the next second, Evras had pushed him away roughly, wrenching herself out of his grasp and taking steps away from him until an adequete distance was placed between them. She shook her head the whole time, biting the lip that he had just thoroughly kissed. "No. No no no." she murmured repetitively, a wave of emotions crashing and bubbling in her eyes. She wanted to, oh how she wanted to. But she couldn't. Evras was no fool. And she held herself to higher regards then. One apology was enough to erase three years of strife from her? Not happening.
"No, Zanon." she repeated in a harder, tighter tone. She shivered when she saw him, she couldn't help it. She had seen him kill - drive a sword through someone with no thought to the other's life. He had dragged her in, caused her pain... and for that, Evras's forgiveness did not come easily. The dark-haired maiden bit her lip to stop it from wobbling, taking a deep breathe to stop the shiver of her voice from tears she worked hard to hold back, before speaking again. "You promise me at the altar to Zeus to love and trust, to never hurt me." the insinuation was clear, as she winced at her own words, her scalp still stinging from the way he had dragged and grabbed her.
"If you didn't honor your promises then, why should I trust your promise now? I can't keep trying to talk to a wall with no ears. You didn't listen... have not been listening to me for years now. So..." she paused, and then her voice dipped to a heartaching whisper, in a way that was more vulnerable then angry, as a single tear finally escaped her efforts of holding them back. "So why should I listen to you now?"
'I have been a fool.'
Well color her surprised. While Evras had been determined to show no outward expression no matter what he said, she couldn't help but swing her eyes to his with a shocked look showing in her expressive gaze. Her lips hung slightly open, another showcase of how his words had bowled her over. In the past three years, while Evras had hoped her prideful, egoistical husband would come to his senses and return to her, never had she guessed he would apologize to her as such.
Gaping as he continued speaking, a part of Evras's heart softened - susceptible as she was whenever she saw Zanon struggling. He had always been her achilles' heel, her one weak point that she would go soft for, against all the teachings of Nethis who had always told her that she could solve all her problems herself. There was no doubt in Evras's mind that the little interlude with Vangelis that he's had was somewhat the catalyst behind his words. While she was somewhat sore that it required a third party to knock some sense into her husband, she was... at least mildly mollified.
And then he kissed her.
Her lips had still been ajar when he moved forward and caught her, and before she knew she, she found herself in his embrace, his lips on hers.
It would never compare to anyone else's of course. Just half an hour or so ago, she had been kissed on the lips by the young Valaoritis brother, yet it couldn't even come close to what she felt when Zanon pressed his lips on hers - like a stoked fire slowly brought back to life, heat rising in her body. The feeling that the final piece of a puzzle slid in to complete her whenever she and Zanon were connected. Briefly, she allowed herself to sink in his kiss, a kind so different from the ones they had shared in his chambers during Selene's visit.
And then logic came ringing loud and clear, and in the next second, Evras had pushed him away roughly, wrenching herself out of his grasp and taking steps away from him until an adequete distance was placed between them. She shook her head the whole time, biting the lip that he had just thoroughly kissed. "No. No no no." she murmured repetitively, a wave of emotions crashing and bubbling in her eyes. She wanted to, oh how she wanted to. But she couldn't. Evras was no fool. And she held herself to higher regards then. One apology was enough to erase three years of strife from her? Not happening.
"No, Zanon." she repeated in a harder, tighter tone. She shivered when she saw him, she couldn't help it. She had seen him kill - drive a sword through someone with no thought to the other's life. He had dragged her in, caused her pain... and for that, Evras's forgiveness did not come easily. The dark-haired maiden bit her lip to stop it from wobbling, taking a deep breathe to stop the shiver of her voice from tears she worked hard to hold back, before speaking again. "You promise me at the altar to Zeus to love and trust, to never hurt me." the insinuation was clear, as she winced at her own words, her scalp still stinging from the way he had dragged and grabbed her.
"If you didn't honor your promises then, why should I trust your promise now? I can't keep trying to talk to a wall with no ears. You didn't listen... have not been listening to me for years now. So..." she paused, and then her voice dipped to a heartaching whisper, in a way that was more vulnerable then angry, as a single tear finally escaped her efforts of holding them back. "So why should I listen to you now?"
For a brief shining moment, Zanon was convinced it was all over. The strife the anger the hatred, everything wiped away in that kiss. And then she shoved him. The second prince stepped back and it was his turn to stare at his spouse with mouth ajar as she berated him for the past three years worth of offenses. It wasn’t that he didn’t deserve them, but he hadn’t been expecting to be pushed away when he made his apology. Anger flared up again mingled with hurt.
For all of the transgressions he had built over the past three years, ever since the visit of Lady Selene, he had been without another bedfellow. He had been trying to see the error of his ways. He had missed his wife. All of the anger he had felt before had been slowly trickling away until this night. He deserved a majority of the blame, the ridicule, but he would not stand here and allow her to be held blameless. For keeping his son from him and making him a Thanasi pawn, treating him as if he was a baby still when he would be expected to fight with the rest of the men in four years time. For kissing another man for all to see in front of the palace.
”Because I’m trying. For once.”
The prince spoke through a clenched jaw, trying to keep his temper under control as his elder brother had ordered.
”And because this is not only my fault. You stopped trying as much as I did. You hid Dion and fled to your family home knowing how much I distrust them. And now, you have to trust me. Because no matter what either of us say I watched you with another man. How do I know for sure that was the only time? If I am willing to believe you and set aside our past and try again. Why shouldn’t you.”
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For a brief shining moment, Zanon was convinced it was all over. The strife the anger the hatred, everything wiped away in that kiss. And then she shoved him. The second prince stepped back and it was his turn to stare at his spouse with mouth ajar as she berated him for the past three years worth of offenses. It wasn’t that he didn’t deserve them, but he hadn’t been expecting to be pushed away when he made his apology. Anger flared up again mingled with hurt.
For all of the transgressions he had built over the past three years, ever since the visit of Lady Selene, he had been without another bedfellow. He had been trying to see the error of his ways. He had missed his wife. All of the anger he had felt before had been slowly trickling away until this night. He deserved a majority of the blame, the ridicule, but he would not stand here and allow her to be held blameless. For keeping his son from him and making him a Thanasi pawn, treating him as if he was a baby still when he would be expected to fight with the rest of the men in four years time. For kissing another man for all to see in front of the palace.
”Because I’m trying. For once.”
The prince spoke through a clenched jaw, trying to keep his temper under control as his elder brother had ordered.
”And because this is not only my fault. You stopped trying as much as I did. You hid Dion and fled to your family home knowing how much I distrust them. And now, you have to trust me. Because no matter what either of us say I watched you with another man. How do I know for sure that was the only time? If I am willing to believe you and set aside our past and try again. Why shouldn’t you.”
For a brief shining moment, Zanon was convinced it was all over. The strife the anger the hatred, everything wiped away in that kiss. And then she shoved him. The second prince stepped back and it was his turn to stare at his spouse with mouth ajar as she berated him for the past three years worth of offenses. It wasn’t that he didn’t deserve them, but he hadn’t been expecting to be pushed away when he made his apology. Anger flared up again mingled with hurt.
For all of the transgressions he had built over the past three years, ever since the visit of Lady Selene, he had been without another bedfellow. He had been trying to see the error of his ways. He had missed his wife. All of the anger he had felt before had been slowly trickling away until this night. He deserved a majority of the blame, the ridicule, but he would not stand here and allow her to be held blameless. For keeping his son from him and making him a Thanasi pawn, treating him as if he was a baby still when he would be expected to fight with the rest of the men in four years time. For kissing another man for all to see in front of the palace.
”Because I’m trying. For once.”
The prince spoke through a clenched jaw, trying to keep his temper under control as his elder brother had ordered.
”And because this is not only my fault. You stopped trying as much as I did. You hid Dion and fled to your family home knowing how much I distrust them. And now, you have to trust me. Because no matter what either of us say I watched you with another man. How do I know for sure that was the only time? If I am willing to believe you and set aside our past and try again. Why shouldn’t you.”
When Evras gripped Athanasia's hand and gave it a light squeeze, Asia felt that her sister by marriage would be just fine in time. The thought made her smile knowing that at least they were able to fix that relationship, planning that even if Zanon gave her up, Asia would still keep in contact with her. Her fool of a big brother better not give Evras up though, not if he planned to have any peace for the rest of his life.
As Asia made her silent vow there was a knock at the door that had both the women jump a little in surprise at the sudden sound that filled the quiet room. A slipt second thought had Athanasia debate on throwing herself at the door to keep everyone out and away from Evras at this time, but the sound of Vangelis' calm voice changed her mind as quickly as it came. So when he opened the door finally, shoving the chair out of the way with the door, she lifted her chin in defiance as she met her oldest brother's gaze. Athanasia wasn't going to let any of her brothers be stupid, and right now, she thought Zanon was the biggest fool of them all.
As her thoughts went to the moments before, seeing the terror on Evras and Dion's faces as Zanon seemed to lose his mind, if Vangelis didn't shove her out the room she was about to give the second oldest Kotas a piece of her mind. The only thing that kept her mouth shut at that moment when Vang let her go was his words to Zanon, feeling better that she wasn't the only one who wanted Zanon to fix his relationship. In a move that was almost to fast for her to focus on in her annoyed state of mind, Vangelis had Asia turned away and patted her on her bottom to move forward as she exclaimed with a loud, "Hey! But he-!" Asia did not want to leave them alone, what if Zanon lost his temper again?
As they walked down the hall, Athanasia tried giving her brother her sweetest smile, even as her anger clearly shown in her eyes. "Anyone could clearly see how upset Evras was, and since Dion is with mother, I went with Evras." Her hands were balled into tight little fists as she thought about how her friend and sister looked when she entered the room, enraging her even more. "Someone needed to help clean off the blood and get the sticks and leaves out of her hair gently." This last part, Asia growled out, wanting to hit Zanon for being so cruel. As they headed towards her rooms, Asia paused and turned towards Vangelis, her annoyance was clear on her face as she looked up at him. "Tell me, did you instruct anyone to check on her and make sure she was ok, and that the blood was not her own?"
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When Evras gripped Athanasia's hand and gave it a light squeeze, Asia felt that her sister by marriage would be just fine in time. The thought made her smile knowing that at least they were able to fix that relationship, planning that even if Zanon gave her up, Asia would still keep in contact with her. Her fool of a big brother better not give Evras up though, not if he planned to have any peace for the rest of his life.
As Asia made her silent vow there was a knock at the door that had both the women jump a little in surprise at the sudden sound that filled the quiet room. A slipt second thought had Athanasia debate on throwing herself at the door to keep everyone out and away from Evras at this time, but the sound of Vangelis' calm voice changed her mind as quickly as it came. So when he opened the door finally, shoving the chair out of the way with the door, she lifted her chin in defiance as she met her oldest brother's gaze. Athanasia wasn't going to let any of her brothers be stupid, and right now, she thought Zanon was the biggest fool of them all.
As her thoughts went to the moments before, seeing the terror on Evras and Dion's faces as Zanon seemed to lose his mind, if Vangelis didn't shove her out the room she was about to give the second oldest Kotas a piece of her mind. The only thing that kept her mouth shut at that moment when Vang let her go was his words to Zanon, feeling better that she wasn't the only one who wanted Zanon to fix his relationship. In a move that was almost to fast for her to focus on in her annoyed state of mind, Vangelis had Asia turned away and patted her on her bottom to move forward as she exclaimed with a loud, "Hey! But he-!" Asia did not want to leave them alone, what if Zanon lost his temper again?
As they walked down the hall, Athanasia tried giving her brother her sweetest smile, even as her anger clearly shown in her eyes. "Anyone could clearly see how upset Evras was, and since Dion is with mother, I went with Evras." Her hands were balled into tight little fists as she thought about how her friend and sister looked when she entered the room, enraging her even more. "Someone needed to help clean off the blood and get the sticks and leaves out of her hair gently." This last part, Asia growled out, wanting to hit Zanon for being so cruel. As they headed towards her rooms, Asia paused and turned towards Vangelis, her annoyance was clear on her face as she looked up at him. "Tell me, did you instruct anyone to check on her and make sure she was ok, and that the blood was not her own?"
When Evras gripped Athanasia's hand and gave it a light squeeze, Asia felt that her sister by marriage would be just fine in time. The thought made her smile knowing that at least they were able to fix that relationship, planning that even if Zanon gave her up, Asia would still keep in contact with her. Her fool of a big brother better not give Evras up though, not if he planned to have any peace for the rest of his life.
As Asia made her silent vow there was a knock at the door that had both the women jump a little in surprise at the sudden sound that filled the quiet room. A slipt second thought had Athanasia debate on throwing herself at the door to keep everyone out and away from Evras at this time, but the sound of Vangelis' calm voice changed her mind as quickly as it came. So when he opened the door finally, shoving the chair out of the way with the door, she lifted her chin in defiance as she met her oldest brother's gaze. Athanasia wasn't going to let any of her brothers be stupid, and right now, she thought Zanon was the biggest fool of them all.
As her thoughts went to the moments before, seeing the terror on Evras and Dion's faces as Zanon seemed to lose his mind, if Vangelis didn't shove her out the room she was about to give the second oldest Kotas a piece of her mind. The only thing that kept her mouth shut at that moment when Vang let her go was his words to Zanon, feeling better that she wasn't the only one who wanted Zanon to fix his relationship. In a move that was almost to fast for her to focus on in her annoyed state of mind, Vangelis had Asia turned away and patted her on her bottom to move forward as she exclaimed with a loud, "Hey! But he-!" Asia did not want to leave them alone, what if Zanon lost his temper again?
As they walked down the hall, Athanasia tried giving her brother her sweetest smile, even as her anger clearly shown in her eyes. "Anyone could clearly see how upset Evras was, and since Dion is with mother, I went with Evras." Her hands were balled into tight little fists as she thought about how her friend and sister looked when she entered the room, enraging her even more. "Someone needed to help clean off the blood and get the sticks and leaves out of her hair gently." This last part, Asia growled out, wanting to hit Zanon for being so cruel. As they headed towards her rooms, Asia paused and turned towards Vangelis, her annoyance was clear on her face as she looked up at him. "Tell me, did you instruct anyone to check on her and make sure she was ok, and that the blood was not her own?"
The clenched jaw, tight tone, all of them made Evras flinch - and she's never actually flinched away from Zanon before. She had never once showed fear in his eyes until today, but she was not so blinded that she did not see the point in his words. He made sense - and in that moment Evras could see the sense. Evras had tried at first. She had cajoled and teased, even asked Nethis on ways of seduction to entice her husband to return to her. But weeks of failing, coupled with the heated whispers of her origin and what she had done to her husband getting louder, all of which had beaten down Evras's self-confidence, until the woman had eventually retreated to herself, and bringing with her the only person who she trusted outside of her family.
Her son.
She swallowed hard, her emotions warring with logic. The amount of hurt he had caused her piled high, threathening to blind her...but Evras knew better, firsthand, how it felt like to be not trusted entirely.
"I tried, Zanon." she replied, fists balling again by her side as she tried to keep her bubbling emotions in check. "You simply rejected me in favor of everyone else who catches your eye out there." All the parading of his infidelity, all of which were thrown in Evras's face, causing her to get ridiculed by nobles and commoners alike, that she couldn't even gain enough respect from her own husband for him to keep his mistresses a secret from the public to save her the shame.
"If you'd like an apology, then I am sorry that had happened - I wanted no part of it. I could've stopped him, but he...." she trailed off, her eyes averting itself from him as Evras considered her words. Should she mention names? He had already gutted one slave back in his drunken rage. Biting her lip, the woman pondered on her words,and continued. "I should not have even allowed him to continue, and for that I apologize. Yet even if I insist that it was a one time thing that has not happened anywhere else, would you believe me, husband? Am I suppose to apologize for this one matter, and forgive you for three years worth of kisses with others, then?"
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The clenched jaw, tight tone, all of them made Evras flinch - and she's never actually flinched away from Zanon before. She had never once showed fear in his eyes until today, but she was not so blinded that she did not see the point in his words. He made sense - and in that moment Evras could see the sense. Evras had tried at first. She had cajoled and teased, even asked Nethis on ways of seduction to entice her husband to return to her. But weeks of failing, coupled with the heated whispers of her origin and what she had done to her husband getting louder, all of which had beaten down Evras's self-confidence, until the woman had eventually retreated to herself, and bringing with her the only person who she trusted outside of her family.
Her son.
She swallowed hard, her emotions warring with logic. The amount of hurt he had caused her piled high, threathening to blind her...but Evras knew better, firsthand, how it felt like to be not trusted entirely.
"I tried, Zanon." she replied, fists balling again by her side as she tried to keep her bubbling emotions in check. "You simply rejected me in favor of everyone else who catches your eye out there." All the parading of his infidelity, all of which were thrown in Evras's face, causing her to get ridiculed by nobles and commoners alike, that she couldn't even gain enough respect from her own husband for him to keep his mistresses a secret from the public to save her the shame.
"If you'd like an apology, then I am sorry that had happened - I wanted no part of it. I could've stopped him, but he...." she trailed off, her eyes averting itself from him as Evras considered her words. Should she mention names? He had already gutted one slave back in his drunken rage. Biting her lip, the woman pondered on her words,and continued. "I should not have even allowed him to continue, and for that I apologize. Yet even if I insist that it was a one time thing that has not happened anywhere else, would you believe me, husband? Am I suppose to apologize for this one matter, and forgive you for three years worth of kisses with others, then?"
The clenched jaw, tight tone, all of them made Evras flinch - and she's never actually flinched away from Zanon before. She had never once showed fear in his eyes until today, but she was not so blinded that she did not see the point in his words. He made sense - and in that moment Evras could see the sense. Evras had tried at first. She had cajoled and teased, even asked Nethis on ways of seduction to entice her husband to return to her. But weeks of failing, coupled with the heated whispers of her origin and what she had done to her husband getting louder, all of which had beaten down Evras's self-confidence, until the woman had eventually retreated to herself, and bringing with her the only person who she trusted outside of her family.
Her son.
She swallowed hard, her emotions warring with logic. The amount of hurt he had caused her piled high, threathening to blind her...but Evras knew better, firsthand, how it felt like to be not trusted entirely.
"I tried, Zanon." she replied, fists balling again by her side as she tried to keep her bubbling emotions in check. "You simply rejected me in favor of everyone else who catches your eye out there." All the parading of his infidelity, all of which were thrown in Evras's face, causing her to get ridiculed by nobles and commoners alike, that she couldn't even gain enough respect from her own husband for him to keep his mistresses a secret from the public to save her the shame.
"If you'd like an apology, then I am sorry that had happened - I wanted no part of it. I could've stopped him, but he...." she trailed off, her eyes averting itself from him as Evras considered her words. Should she mention names? He had already gutted one slave back in his drunken rage. Biting her lip, the woman pondered on her words,and continued. "I should not have even allowed him to continue, and for that I apologize. Yet even if I insist that it was a one time thing that has not happened anywhere else, would you believe me, husband? Am I suppose to apologize for this one matter, and forgive you for three years worth of kisses with others, then?"
"I did. All of those things I admit to. But there has been no one else for me for two months. I know it isn't an appropriate amount of time, I could wait another three years if you wished."
He tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone as he spoke to her, not at all liking where this was going. The way Vangelis had made this out to be was entirely different than how it was happening and he didn't know what else he could do at this moment. He was still drunk, though sobering quickly, his jaw and lip were both swollen from his brother's fists, and his tunic was still covered in blood. He was humbling himself in a way he never had before. For a Kotas and a man, everything about this moment was painfully difficult.
Forgiveness could not in this instance be a one way street. They had both done things to hurt the other, and while he might have been coming down from his turn of misdeeds it appeared hers were only beginning. Zanon clenched his fists once more as she spoke of the kiss and the man he had witnessed. At the very least, he had hidden his actual affairs from his wife. Though rumors spread, he had never actually kissed or touched anyone in such a way in front of her. Not like what she had done. Blatantly allowing such a thing before the entire palace, showing off her infidelity. Even if it was the first and only time, her disregard was far more clear to the world than his own. Rumors could be rumors, but eyesight, with so many witnesses, could not.
"If you wish to preserve anything we had together, yes. We are to forgive each other all things past." The emphasis was there on the word 'all'.
Evras' declaration though stunned him. She was not willing to try. Well, then there was no reason for him to do so. If she would make such a statement, if she truly had no interest in trying, she could leave and return to the Thanasi house, without Dion. He could live his own life, take Ione as his partner until he grew tired of her, and move to the next. If that was truly what Evras wanted, to be a disgraced princess without hope of divorce, that was what she would be.
"Get out. Take nothing but what you arrived with."
His words were spat out in rage, his face already turned purple and yellow from the bruising was a furious red and he blinked to prevent any further tears from rising. He had done what he was supposed to do. If she would try no further, neither would he. Turning rapidly on his heel, Zanon slammed through the doors and out into the hall with every intention of barricading himself in his chambers with a few maids and a good deal of wine.
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"I did. All of those things I admit to. But there has been no one else for me for two months. I know it isn't an appropriate amount of time, I could wait another three years if you wished."
He tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone as he spoke to her, not at all liking where this was going. The way Vangelis had made this out to be was entirely different than how it was happening and he didn't know what else he could do at this moment. He was still drunk, though sobering quickly, his jaw and lip were both swollen from his brother's fists, and his tunic was still covered in blood. He was humbling himself in a way he never had before. For a Kotas and a man, everything about this moment was painfully difficult.
Forgiveness could not in this instance be a one way street. They had both done things to hurt the other, and while he might have been coming down from his turn of misdeeds it appeared hers were only beginning. Zanon clenched his fists once more as she spoke of the kiss and the man he had witnessed. At the very least, he had hidden his actual affairs from his wife. Though rumors spread, he had never actually kissed or touched anyone in such a way in front of her. Not like what she had done. Blatantly allowing such a thing before the entire palace, showing off her infidelity. Even if it was the first and only time, her disregard was far more clear to the world than his own. Rumors could be rumors, but eyesight, with so many witnesses, could not.
"If you wish to preserve anything we had together, yes. We are to forgive each other all things past." The emphasis was there on the word 'all'.
Evras' declaration though stunned him. She was not willing to try. Well, then there was no reason for him to do so. If she would make such a statement, if she truly had no interest in trying, she could leave and return to the Thanasi house, without Dion. He could live his own life, take Ione as his partner until he grew tired of her, and move to the next. If that was truly what Evras wanted, to be a disgraced princess without hope of divorce, that was what she would be.
"Get out. Take nothing but what you arrived with."
His words were spat out in rage, his face already turned purple and yellow from the bruising was a furious red and he blinked to prevent any further tears from rising. He had done what he was supposed to do. If she would try no further, neither would he. Turning rapidly on his heel, Zanon slammed through the doors and out into the hall with every intention of barricading himself in his chambers with a few maids and a good deal of wine.
"I did. All of those things I admit to. But there has been no one else for me for two months. I know it isn't an appropriate amount of time, I could wait another three years if you wished."
He tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone as he spoke to her, not at all liking where this was going. The way Vangelis had made this out to be was entirely different than how it was happening and he didn't know what else he could do at this moment. He was still drunk, though sobering quickly, his jaw and lip were both swollen from his brother's fists, and his tunic was still covered in blood. He was humbling himself in a way he never had before. For a Kotas and a man, everything about this moment was painfully difficult.
Forgiveness could not in this instance be a one way street. They had both done things to hurt the other, and while he might have been coming down from his turn of misdeeds it appeared hers were only beginning. Zanon clenched his fists once more as she spoke of the kiss and the man he had witnessed. At the very least, he had hidden his actual affairs from his wife. Though rumors spread, he had never actually kissed or touched anyone in such a way in front of her. Not like what she had done. Blatantly allowing such a thing before the entire palace, showing off her infidelity. Even if it was the first and only time, her disregard was far more clear to the world than his own. Rumors could be rumors, but eyesight, with so many witnesses, could not.
"If you wish to preserve anything we had together, yes. We are to forgive each other all things past." The emphasis was there on the word 'all'.
Evras' declaration though stunned him. She was not willing to try. Well, then there was no reason for him to do so. If she would make such a statement, if she truly had no interest in trying, she could leave and return to the Thanasi house, without Dion. He could live his own life, take Ione as his partner until he grew tired of her, and move to the next. If that was truly what Evras wanted, to be a disgraced princess without hope of divorce, that was what she would be.
"Get out. Take nothing but what you arrived with."
His words were spat out in rage, his face already turned purple and yellow from the bruising was a furious red and he blinked to prevent any further tears from rising. He had done what he was supposed to do. If she would try no further, neither would he. Turning rapidly on his heel, Zanon slammed through the doors and out into the hall with every intention of barricading himself in his chambers with a few maids and a good deal of wine.
His admission of being with no one else for two months surprised her - that itself, was not something she had thought to be true, even if Evras had seen him more often around the Kotas residences ever since Vangelis had returned home injured. The woman was not blind enough to not notice the bitterness that came out of him, but she herself harbored enough anger in her to not want to react just yet. To find space in her hear to forgive Zanon after the years of pented up frustration and hurt would take some time. All things? She didn't know if she could.
But the word try was a very strong word afterall.
Before she could even get a word in edgewise, he had already given up, and that in itself drove another knife through to her heart. Was she worth that little, that he would give up that easily? She said she was try if he was going to trust her... does that mean he didn't trust her then?
The words spit out in rage was like the flinging of daggers at her, and Evras backed up a step in shock as he turned and slammed the door on his way out. The loud sound reverberated through the hallway, as if it were a physical slap to her face as her lips fell apart in a shock gape again at her husband's actions. What could she do if his automatic reaction each time was to just run away from her? She can't continuously be the only one chasing after him.
But she also knew that if she didn't chase, they would never solve matters.
I've been staying too long with these prideful males. Her mind grumbled, as she ran towards the door he had slammed, stopping right at the doorway in time to see Zanon's back in the dim, lit hallway. "Zanon!" she called out, a voice loud enough to, hopefully, still his steps, before she continued. When he did stop, Evras took a deep breathe, tamping down the need to just knock her idiot husband over the head - they can do that later, when he's more willing to listen. Obviously he was not at this point.
"You told me to take nothing but what I arrived with." she paused, her voice shaking, her hand holding the front of her chiton. "Then can I have my heart back? Cause I sure as Hades did not arrive with it here. You stole it a long time ago." she paused, her whole body trembling. "But if... if you can try. Really try. Then... perhaps I can too."
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His admission of being with no one else for two months surprised her - that itself, was not something she had thought to be true, even if Evras had seen him more often around the Kotas residences ever since Vangelis had returned home injured. The woman was not blind enough to not notice the bitterness that came out of him, but she herself harbored enough anger in her to not want to react just yet. To find space in her hear to forgive Zanon after the years of pented up frustration and hurt would take some time. All things? She didn't know if she could.
But the word try was a very strong word afterall.
Before she could even get a word in edgewise, he had already given up, and that in itself drove another knife through to her heart. Was she worth that little, that he would give up that easily? She said she was try if he was going to trust her... does that mean he didn't trust her then?
The words spit out in rage was like the flinging of daggers at her, and Evras backed up a step in shock as he turned and slammed the door on his way out. The loud sound reverberated through the hallway, as if it were a physical slap to her face as her lips fell apart in a shock gape again at her husband's actions. What could she do if his automatic reaction each time was to just run away from her? She can't continuously be the only one chasing after him.
But she also knew that if she didn't chase, they would never solve matters.
I've been staying too long with these prideful males. Her mind grumbled, as she ran towards the door he had slammed, stopping right at the doorway in time to see Zanon's back in the dim, lit hallway. "Zanon!" she called out, a voice loud enough to, hopefully, still his steps, before she continued. When he did stop, Evras took a deep breathe, tamping down the need to just knock her idiot husband over the head - they can do that later, when he's more willing to listen. Obviously he was not at this point.
"You told me to take nothing but what I arrived with." she paused, her voice shaking, her hand holding the front of her chiton. "Then can I have my heart back? Cause I sure as Hades did not arrive with it here. You stole it a long time ago." she paused, her whole body trembling. "But if... if you can try. Really try. Then... perhaps I can too."
His admission of being with no one else for two months surprised her - that itself, was not something she had thought to be true, even if Evras had seen him more often around the Kotas residences ever since Vangelis had returned home injured. The woman was not blind enough to not notice the bitterness that came out of him, but she herself harbored enough anger in her to not want to react just yet. To find space in her hear to forgive Zanon after the years of pented up frustration and hurt would take some time. All things? She didn't know if she could.
But the word try was a very strong word afterall.
Before she could even get a word in edgewise, he had already given up, and that in itself drove another knife through to her heart. Was she worth that little, that he would give up that easily? She said she was try if he was going to trust her... does that mean he didn't trust her then?
The words spit out in rage was like the flinging of daggers at her, and Evras backed up a step in shock as he turned and slammed the door on his way out. The loud sound reverberated through the hallway, as if it were a physical slap to her face as her lips fell apart in a shock gape again at her husband's actions. What could she do if his automatic reaction each time was to just run away from her? She can't continuously be the only one chasing after him.
But she also knew that if she didn't chase, they would never solve matters.
I've been staying too long with these prideful males. Her mind grumbled, as she ran towards the door he had slammed, stopping right at the doorway in time to see Zanon's back in the dim, lit hallway. "Zanon!" she called out, a voice loud enough to, hopefully, still his steps, before she continued. When he did stop, Evras took a deep breathe, tamping down the need to just knock her idiot husband over the head - they can do that later, when he's more willing to listen. Obviously he was not at this point.
"You told me to take nothing but what I arrived with." she paused, her voice shaking, her hand holding the front of her chiton. "Then can I have my heart back? Cause I sure as Hades did not arrive with it here. You stole it a long time ago." she paused, her whole body trembling. "But if... if you can try. Really try. Then... perhaps I can too."
As soon as he had stormed from the room he had searched for something to hit, gaze landing on the stone wall across from him. It hurt, the impact of fist in stone, but right now he needed the pain to keep him from crying and to keep him from crumpling there in the hallway like he had outside with his brother. Time seemed to stop until he heard her voice calling his name. He didn't turn at first, certain it was just some sort of hallucination until she spoke again.
Turning slowly from the wall he had fallen against to face her, knuckles scraped and bruised from the beating he had been dishing out to the unsuspecting wall. For a moment he just stared at her, trying to move past the whiplash his emotions had been through. For her to come rushing after him, demanding her heart back after all this time, Zanon couldn't decide how to react. A laugh, a snarl, a scream. They all tried to emerge from him at once in what ended as a cry of frustration.
"Make up your mind. I had thought mine decided."
His voice was thick with emotion as he crossed his arms, trying to hide the scrapes and developing purplish swelling on his knuckles from her. He was enough of a mess before, she didn't need to see this too.
"I told you I would. You were the one who said you couldn't try anymore. Trust is something we both need to earn back."
With his arms crossed he waited, fighting the urge to drop everything and envelope her in his arms once again, kiss her as he had tried to earlier. But she had shown she didn't want that. And no amount of sweetness now had him prepared to be rejected by her once more.
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As soon as he had stormed from the room he had searched for something to hit, gaze landing on the stone wall across from him. It hurt, the impact of fist in stone, but right now he needed the pain to keep him from crying and to keep him from crumpling there in the hallway like he had outside with his brother. Time seemed to stop until he heard her voice calling his name. He didn't turn at first, certain it was just some sort of hallucination until she spoke again.
Turning slowly from the wall he had fallen against to face her, knuckles scraped and bruised from the beating he had been dishing out to the unsuspecting wall. For a moment he just stared at her, trying to move past the whiplash his emotions had been through. For her to come rushing after him, demanding her heart back after all this time, Zanon couldn't decide how to react. A laugh, a snarl, a scream. They all tried to emerge from him at once in what ended as a cry of frustration.
"Make up your mind. I had thought mine decided."
His voice was thick with emotion as he crossed his arms, trying to hide the scrapes and developing purplish swelling on his knuckles from her. He was enough of a mess before, she didn't need to see this too.
"I told you I would. You were the one who said you couldn't try anymore. Trust is something we both need to earn back."
With his arms crossed he waited, fighting the urge to drop everything and envelope her in his arms once again, kiss her as he had tried to earlier. But she had shown she didn't want that. And no amount of sweetness now had him prepared to be rejected by her once more.
As soon as he had stormed from the room he had searched for something to hit, gaze landing on the stone wall across from him. It hurt, the impact of fist in stone, but right now he needed the pain to keep him from crying and to keep him from crumpling there in the hallway like he had outside with his brother. Time seemed to stop until he heard her voice calling his name. He didn't turn at first, certain it was just some sort of hallucination until she spoke again.
Turning slowly from the wall he had fallen against to face her, knuckles scraped and bruised from the beating he had been dishing out to the unsuspecting wall. For a moment he just stared at her, trying to move past the whiplash his emotions had been through. For her to come rushing after him, demanding her heart back after all this time, Zanon couldn't decide how to react. A laugh, a snarl, a scream. They all tried to emerge from him at once in what ended as a cry of frustration.
"Make up your mind. I had thought mine decided."
His voice was thick with emotion as he crossed his arms, trying to hide the scrapes and developing purplish swelling on his knuckles from her. He was enough of a mess before, she didn't need to see this too.
"I told you I would. You were the one who said you couldn't try anymore. Trust is something we both need to earn back."
With his arms crossed he waited, fighting the urge to drop everything and envelope her in his arms once again, kiss her as he had tried to earlier. But she had shown she didn't want that. And no amount of sweetness now had him prepared to be rejected by her once more.
