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Watching as his wife rolled from the bed, Zanon reached out to catch hold of her hand, drawing her back down as he sat up to meet her. With a smile he brought his lips to hers and drew her into a long kiss before he finally let go, wishing they could just linger in bed for the rest of the day. They had taken their time when they returned to their room the night before, but it didn't feel enough. He had so much to learn and relearn after their years apart and he would gladly spend days with her in their bed to recover his lost memories.
"We will. I just hope he's in a forgiving mood."
Zanon winced at the memory of the night before. It would be much better for him if he stayed abed. But, duty called. With a heavy sigh he hauled himself out of bed, following her to the wardrobe and selecting a simple dark tunic for the day. They moved around one another in this space without any issue, feeling their way through any accidental bumps with laughter before Zanon was ready for the day and sat on the bed to watch her finish. This had always been a part of the morning that he enjoyed. When they woke together he would always be ready first and then simply watch as she finished her routine.
A smile rested on his lips when she turned back to him, standing and taking both of her hands to press a kiss to the back of each. There were still things they needed to talk about, everything left to mend between the two of them, but for once he could look her in the eye without feeling fear, anger, or resentment. And that at least was a step.
"Shall we?"
He offered her his hand and together they stepped out into the hall, making their way through the palace before arriving at Vangelis' door. Hesitating a moment, Zan looked to her for reassurance before knocking, moving subconsciously to put himself between the door and his wife in the event an angry brother came at them.
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Watching as his wife rolled from the bed, Zanon reached out to catch hold of her hand, drawing her back down as he sat up to meet her. With a smile he brought his lips to hers and drew her into a long kiss before he finally let go, wishing they could just linger in bed for the rest of the day. They had taken their time when they returned to their room the night before, but it didn't feel enough. He had so much to learn and relearn after their years apart and he would gladly spend days with her in their bed to recover his lost memories.
"We will. I just hope he's in a forgiving mood."
Zanon winced at the memory of the night before. It would be much better for him if he stayed abed. But, duty called. With a heavy sigh he hauled himself out of bed, following her to the wardrobe and selecting a simple dark tunic for the day. They moved around one another in this space without any issue, feeling their way through any accidental bumps with laughter before Zanon was ready for the day and sat on the bed to watch her finish. This had always been a part of the morning that he enjoyed. When they woke together he would always be ready first and then simply watch as she finished her routine.
A smile rested on his lips when she turned back to him, standing and taking both of her hands to press a kiss to the back of each. There were still things they needed to talk about, everything left to mend between the two of them, but for once he could look her in the eye without feeling fear, anger, or resentment. And that at least was a step.
"Shall we?"
He offered her his hand and together they stepped out into the hall, making their way through the palace before arriving at Vangelis' door. Hesitating a moment, Zan looked to her for reassurance before knocking, moving subconsciously to put himself between the door and his wife in the event an angry brother came at them.
Watching as his wife rolled from the bed, Zanon reached out to catch hold of her hand, drawing her back down as he sat up to meet her. With a smile he brought his lips to hers and drew her into a long kiss before he finally let go, wishing they could just linger in bed for the rest of the day. They had taken their time when they returned to their room the night before, but it didn't feel enough. He had so much to learn and relearn after their years apart and he would gladly spend days with her in their bed to recover his lost memories.
"We will. I just hope he's in a forgiving mood."
Zanon winced at the memory of the night before. It would be much better for him if he stayed abed. But, duty called. With a heavy sigh he hauled himself out of bed, following her to the wardrobe and selecting a simple dark tunic for the day. They moved around one another in this space without any issue, feeling their way through any accidental bumps with laughter before Zanon was ready for the day and sat on the bed to watch her finish. This had always been a part of the morning that he enjoyed. When they woke together he would always be ready first and then simply watch as she finished her routine.
A smile rested on his lips when she turned back to him, standing and taking both of her hands to press a kiss to the back of each. There were still things they needed to talk about, everything left to mend between the two of them, but for once he could look her in the eye without feeling fear, anger, or resentment. And that at least was a step.
"Shall we?"
He offered her his hand and together they stepped out into the hall, making their way through the palace before arriving at Vangelis' door. Hesitating a moment, Zan looked to her for reassurance before knocking, moving subconsciously to put himself between the door and his wife in the event an angry brother came at them.
Vangelis was not in his room when his brother and sister-in-law approached the door. As promised, he had left his room alone in case the two chose to use it in order to hash out their differences. Not to mention the fact that he had been busy all night cleaning up the messes that had been left behind after the explosion of said "differences".
Instead, he had just entered the manor, aching, sweaty, dirty and blood splattered as Zanon and Evras were waking in there rooms. As they prepared for their day, Vangelis had headed for the kitchens to grab something to eat - a something that turned out to be an apple - and snag a fresh cloth that he dipped into the now cold cauldron of water, hovering above the dying embers of a fire in the kitchen's stove.
Wiping at his face and hands, Vangelis only succeeded in making clear lines around the edge of his face and the his wrists, but he had no interest in becoming presentable via a single hand cloth. He would bathe properly once he had seen to Dion and returned to his rooms.
Heading up into the foyer, apple in hand, Vangelis took a bite of the fruit as he hurried up the stairs, pressing his palm into the hilt of his brother's sword and prying the bare blade out of the way of his legs on the way up.
By the time he reached the corridor that led to his rooms - a corridor he was only determined to pass through on his way to his parents' wing of the manor - he was three bites in of his apple and his brother and sister-in-law were at his door.
While his mind tried to tell him that the two of them standing side by side and looking clean and well groomed - instead of like they had been fighting all night - was a good sign, Vangelis couldn't help his expression turning hard and stoic and his shoulders remaining rigid.
Vangelis had never considered himself to be an unreasonable man. He also never liked to get involved in other people's business. Taking Dion away from his parents had possibly been the most dramatic move he had ever made against someone - especially in his own family.
But he was also a fearless man - one with confidence, pride, stubbornness and a lack of doubt that told he he had made the right decision in removing the boy from his parents' company - if only to keep him from hearing more of the harsh words from his father's tongue or witness more tears from his mother's eyes.
And the Gods damn him if he wasn't going to stand by his word on that.
Watching as they noticed him at the other end of the corridor, Vangelis said nothing and instead allowed them to approach him as they would, taking another bite of the fruit and leaving it mostly demolished.
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Vangelis was not in his room when his brother and sister-in-law approached the door. As promised, he had left his room alone in case the two chose to use it in order to hash out their differences. Not to mention the fact that he had been busy all night cleaning up the messes that had been left behind after the explosion of said "differences".
Instead, he had just entered the manor, aching, sweaty, dirty and blood splattered as Zanon and Evras were waking in there rooms. As they prepared for their day, Vangelis had headed for the kitchens to grab something to eat - a something that turned out to be an apple - and snag a fresh cloth that he dipped into the now cold cauldron of water, hovering above the dying embers of a fire in the kitchen's stove.
Wiping at his face and hands, Vangelis only succeeded in making clear lines around the edge of his face and the his wrists, but he had no interest in becoming presentable via a single hand cloth. He would bathe properly once he had seen to Dion and returned to his rooms.
Heading up into the foyer, apple in hand, Vangelis took a bite of the fruit as he hurried up the stairs, pressing his palm into the hilt of his brother's sword and prying the bare blade out of the way of his legs on the way up.
By the time he reached the corridor that led to his rooms - a corridor he was only determined to pass through on his way to his parents' wing of the manor - he was three bites in of his apple and his brother and sister-in-law were at his door.
While his mind tried to tell him that the two of them standing side by side and looking clean and well groomed - instead of like they had been fighting all night - was a good sign, Vangelis couldn't help his expression turning hard and stoic and his shoulders remaining rigid.
Vangelis had never considered himself to be an unreasonable man. He also never liked to get involved in other people's business. Taking Dion away from his parents had possibly been the most dramatic move he had ever made against someone - especially in his own family.
But he was also a fearless man - one with confidence, pride, stubbornness and a lack of doubt that told he he had made the right decision in removing the boy from his parents' company - if only to keep him from hearing more of the harsh words from his father's tongue or witness more tears from his mother's eyes.
And the Gods damn him if he wasn't going to stand by his word on that.
Watching as they noticed him at the other end of the corridor, Vangelis said nothing and instead allowed them to approach him as they would, taking another bite of the fruit and leaving it mostly demolished.
Vangelis was not in his room when his brother and sister-in-law approached the door. As promised, he had left his room alone in case the two chose to use it in order to hash out their differences. Not to mention the fact that he had been busy all night cleaning up the messes that had been left behind after the explosion of said "differences".
Instead, he had just entered the manor, aching, sweaty, dirty and blood splattered as Zanon and Evras were waking in there rooms. As they prepared for their day, Vangelis had headed for the kitchens to grab something to eat - a something that turned out to be an apple - and snag a fresh cloth that he dipped into the now cold cauldron of water, hovering above the dying embers of a fire in the kitchen's stove.
Wiping at his face and hands, Vangelis only succeeded in making clear lines around the edge of his face and the his wrists, but he had no interest in becoming presentable via a single hand cloth. He would bathe properly once he had seen to Dion and returned to his rooms.
Heading up into the foyer, apple in hand, Vangelis took a bite of the fruit as he hurried up the stairs, pressing his palm into the hilt of his brother's sword and prying the bare blade out of the way of his legs on the way up.
By the time he reached the corridor that led to his rooms - a corridor he was only determined to pass through on his way to his parents' wing of the manor - he was three bites in of his apple and his brother and sister-in-law were at his door.
While his mind tried to tell him that the two of them standing side by side and looking clean and well groomed - instead of like they had been fighting all night - was a good sign, Vangelis couldn't help his expression turning hard and stoic and his shoulders remaining rigid.
Vangelis had never considered himself to be an unreasonable man. He also never liked to get involved in other people's business. Taking Dion away from his parents had possibly been the most dramatic move he had ever made against someone - especially in his own family.
But he was also a fearless man - one with confidence, pride, stubbornness and a lack of doubt that told he he had made the right decision in removing the boy from his parents' company - if only to keep him from hearing more of the harsh words from his father's tongue or witness more tears from his mother's eyes.
And the Gods damn him if he wasn't going to stand by his word on that.
Watching as they noticed him at the other end of the corridor, Vangelis said nothing and instead allowed them to approach him as they would, taking another bite of the fruit and leaving it mostly demolished.
She had picked out a white chiton that ended just after her knees, fully aware of Zanon's presence in the bedroom as she moved. Having kept separate quarters over the past few years, it was one of her old pieces that the woman drew out, and as such the royal blue chlamys that went over it was slightly faded, appearing a pastel blue instead. Tightening the woven belt around her waist, Evras ducked to the mirror, picking and smoothening out the dark locks on her head, braiding a simple braid to curl around the back of her head and keep the front stray strands out of her eyes.
Turning to him, Evras failed to keep her pulse from reacting. There was much to get used to again from their reconciliation, and while Evras knew they would need to speak of many things going forward, she smiled as he pressed two soft kisses to her hand, and gratefully nodded. Her hands clasped tightly in his, it was a form of support Evras had not known she needed. Making the trek to the room, she squeezed his hands tightly as Zanon turned to look at her before knocking. The tension suffused through her body, her muscles tight as they waited for the door... only for silence to meet them.
Evras frowned, turning to look up at her husband, question in her eyes. Was Vangelis not in? And if that was the case, where was Dion? As she drew away, the dark-haired woman was just about to ask her husband, when a prickle at the back of her neck made her freeze. One who usually followed her instincts, Evras turned, and her breath hitched once she saw the obvious dirt-strewn, mildly bloody features of her brother in law. Vangelis had never been one with warm features and a welcoming aura. In truth, even after eleven years of marriage, the woman had always retained a certain and healthy modicum of fear and respect of the general and crown prince.
This time was no different - especially after the way he had practically banished her to his chambers the night before.
Still, Evras could not deny that he had played a great role in the fact that she now stood hand in hand with Zanon in the corridor of the family wing now, so in a way, she was thankful to him. Her words caught in her throat, and this time it was she who looked to Zanon, uncertainty fighting in her blue-green eyes, as if seeking comfort from his presence, before Evras turned to Vangelis to ask in a small, respectful but still regretful voice, for she had been the one who placed him in such a situation, in a way.
"Would you like me to instruct the servants to draw... a bath for you in your rooms, Vangelis?"
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She had picked out a white chiton that ended just after her knees, fully aware of Zanon's presence in the bedroom as she moved. Having kept separate quarters over the past few years, it was one of her old pieces that the woman drew out, and as such the royal blue chlamys that went over it was slightly faded, appearing a pastel blue instead. Tightening the woven belt around her waist, Evras ducked to the mirror, picking and smoothening out the dark locks on her head, braiding a simple braid to curl around the back of her head and keep the front stray strands out of her eyes.
Turning to him, Evras failed to keep her pulse from reacting. There was much to get used to again from their reconciliation, and while Evras knew they would need to speak of many things going forward, she smiled as he pressed two soft kisses to her hand, and gratefully nodded. Her hands clasped tightly in his, it was a form of support Evras had not known she needed. Making the trek to the room, she squeezed his hands tightly as Zanon turned to look at her before knocking. The tension suffused through her body, her muscles tight as they waited for the door... only for silence to meet them.
Evras frowned, turning to look up at her husband, question in her eyes. Was Vangelis not in? And if that was the case, where was Dion? As she drew away, the dark-haired woman was just about to ask her husband, when a prickle at the back of her neck made her freeze. One who usually followed her instincts, Evras turned, and her breath hitched once she saw the obvious dirt-strewn, mildly bloody features of her brother in law. Vangelis had never been one with warm features and a welcoming aura. In truth, even after eleven years of marriage, the woman had always retained a certain and healthy modicum of fear and respect of the general and crown prince.
This time was no different - especially after the way he had practically banished her to his chambers the night before.
Still, Evras could not deny that he had played a great role in the fact that she now stood hand in hand with Zanon in the corridor of the family wing now, so in a way, she was thankful to him. Her words caught in her throat, and this time it was she who looked to Zanon, uncertainty fighting in her blue-green eyes, as if seeking comfort from his presence, before Evras turned to Vangelis to ask in a small, respectful but still regretful voice, for she had been the one who placed him in such a situation, in a way.
"Would you like me to instruct the servants to draw... a bath for you in your rooms, Vangelis?"
She had picked out a white chiton that ended just after her knees, fully aware of Zanon's presence in the bedroom as she moved. Having kept separate quarters over the past few years, it was one of her old pieces that the woman drew out, and as such the royal blue chlamys that went over it was slightly faded, appearing a pastel blue instead. Tightening the woven belt around her waist, Evras ducked to the mirror, picking and smoothening out the dark locks on her head, braiding a simple braid to curl around the back of her head and keep the front stray strands out of her eyes.
Turning to him, Evras failed to keep her pulse from reacting. There was much to get used to again from their reconciliation, and while Evras knew they would need to speak of many things going forward, she smiled as he pressed two soft kisses to her hand, and gratefully nodded. Her hands clasped tightly in his, it was a form of support Evras had not known she needed. Making the trek to the room, she squeezed his hands tightly as Zanon turned to look at her before knocking. The tension suffused through her body, her muscles tight as they waited for the door... only for silence to meet them.
Evras frowned, turning to look up at her husband, question in her eyes. Was Vangelis not in? And if that was the case, where was Dion? As she drew away, the dark-haired woman was just about to ask her husband, when a prickle at the back of her neck made her freeze. One who usually followed her instincts, Evras turned, and her breath hitched once she saw the obvious dirt-strewn, mildly bloody features of her brother in law. Vangelis had never been one with warm features and a welcoming aura. In truth, even after eleven years of marriage, the woman had always retained a certain and healthy modicum of fear and respect of the general and crown prince.
This time was no different - especially after the way he had practically banished her to his chambers the night before.
Still, Evras could not deny that he had played a great role in the fact that she now stood hand in hand with Zanon in the corridor of the family wing now, so in a way, she was thankful to him. Her words caught in her throat, and this time it was she who looked to Zanon, uncertainty fighting in her blue-green eyes, as if seeking comfort from his presence, before Evras turned to Vangelis to ask in a small, respectful but still regretful voice, for she had been the one who placed him in such a situation, in a way.
"Would you like me to instruct the servants to draw... a bath for you in your rooms, Vangelis?"
The sight of his brother in such a state brought back everything from the night before. The drink, the pain, the fear, all of it suddenly slamming back into him as he tightened his grip on Evras' hand, moving without thought to stand slightly before her as if afraid that Vangelis might attack. He knew it was foolish but anything that could get in the way of the reconciliation they had struggled to achieve made him nervous.
"Brother."
Zanon tried to keep his voice even, unthreatened even as his jaw ached from the blow that had landed there. He hadn't even looked in a mirror properly to see the damage, but he could feel the soreness that the bruise had left, and though his lips were swollen for various reasons the cut had come from his brother's fist. Stepping forward, he let go of Evras for a brief moment and gave a slight bow of respect.
"We've come to apologize. I, in particular. My behavior was atrocious and unforgivable. Especially towards my wife."
He looked back and reached for her once more, drawing her under his arm as if in proof that they were on the way to mending. It would take an age, but at least the effort had begun.
"And, yourself. Last night...I made many mistakes. And I can only say I'm sorry."
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The sight of his brother in such a state brought back everything from the night before. The drink, the pain, the fear, all of it suddenly slamming back into him as he tightened his grip on Evras' hand, moving without thought to stand slightly before her as if afraid that Vangelis might attack. He knew it was foolish but anything that could get in the way of the reconciliation they had struggled to achieve made him nervous.
"Brother."
Zanon tried to keep his voice even, unthreatened even as his jaw ached from the blow that had landed there. He hadn't even looked in a mirror properly to see the damage, but he could feel the soreness that the bruise had left, and though his lips were swollen for various reasons the cut had come from his brother's fist. Stepping forward, he let go of Evras for a brief moment and gave a slight bow of respect.
"We've come to apologize. I, in particular. My behavior was atrocious and unforgivable. Especially towards my wife."
He looked back and reached for her once more, drawing her under his arm as if in proof that they were on the way to mending. It would take an age, but at least the effort had begun.
"And, yourself. Last night...I made many mistakes. And I can only say I'm sorry."
The sight of his brother in such a state brought back everything from the night before. The drink, the pain, the fear, all of it suddenly slamming back into him as he tightened his grip on Evras' hand, moving without thought to stand slightly before her as if afraid that Vangelis might attack. He knew it was foolish but anything that could get in the way of the reconciliation they had struggled to achieve made him nervous.
"Brother."
Zanon tried to keep his voice even, unthreatened even as his jaw ached from the blow that had landed there. He hadn't even looked in a mirror properly to see the damage, but he could feel the soreness that the bruise had left, and though his lips were swollen for various reasons the cut had come from his brother's fist. Stepping forward, he let go of Evras for a brief moment and gave a slight bow of respect.
"We've come to apologize. I, in particular. My behavior was atrocious and unforgivable. Especially towards my wife."
He looked back and reached for her once more, drawing her under his arm as if in proof that they were on the way to mending. It would take an age, but at least the effort had begun.
"And, yourself. Last night...I made many mistakes. And I can only say I'm sorry."
Vangelis stood for a moment as the both of them spoke, his expression calm and his eyes honed in on their behaviour. He noticed the way Evras leaned slightly, as if the side of her body were drawn to the man beside her. He noted the hand hold between them that Zanon only released to offer his brother a bow of penance. He watched as Zanon seemed to be deliberately trying to keep himself in a protective stance beside his spouse.
None of what they were doing seemed subconscious. None of it came with an ease or a naturalness. They weren't fully mended to the point of being wholly comfortable with each other. But Vangelis hadn't expected that. Had they behaved in such a way, it would have only served to raise his ire. To be comfortable with each other already would indicate the fights of the previous evening to be trivial and that that had exaggerated through malicious and inconsiderate tendencies. But Vangelis knew this would not be the case with his brother... And while he knew Evras less, he had hoped it had not been the case with her...
The fact that their natural sway and gait seemed more calculated, more deliberate gave the strong impression that they were each decidedly trying. And it was the effort of will that convinced Vangelis of his next decisions. He wasn't in the business of lending trust or help to those that wouldn't try...
As his brother spoke, apologising and bowing to the elder Kotas, Vangelis watched stoically, his eyes narrowing, his jaw tightening into a heavy square that seemed to broaden as he gritted his teeth, the joints by his ears snapping.
To some he would appear furious. Within himself, he was simply suppressing emotion.
As his brother straightened back to his impressive Kotas height, Vangelis simply strode forward and reached out quickly.
Latching a hand around the back of his brother's head, Vangelis tugged Zanon's face to his shoulder and then took a moment of quiet as the two brothers seemed to reacquaint as Vangelis lowered his head to mutter in his ear.
"Save your bows for the King, my brother." He murmured to him, shrugging away all debt or gratitude deserving to him.
Letting the man go, he simply offered his customary half smile to the Lady Evras as he headed passed them, away from his door and onwards towards the other royal chambers in the palace. He turned as he walked so that he looked back at the other two, walking backwards down the corridor.
"While I appreciate the offer, I think a bath can wait until our family has been reunited don't you think... sister mine?" It was the first time he had used the term for anyone other than Asia...
Completing his turn as he headed down the hallway, Vangelis clearly expected no further penance or beggings of forgiveness from the two of them. As far as he was concerned, as a disciplinarian Vangelis took after their father more than their mother. Harsh and swift in justice, he was your worst enemy when caught in his line of judgement, but afterwards...? Vangelis was the last person to ever hold a grudge. There would be no harsh feelings, no awkwardness with him. Had he not agreed to move on or seen them to be active in wanting to fix things, he would have been an immovable statue. They had moved on and progressed? So, would he. But death and destruction to all those Vangelis felt the need to moderate more than once...
It was only a few moments before Vangelis' heavy and long stride took him to their mother's chambers.
Unlike many royals and nobles of theirs and other kingdoms, the royal King and Queen of Colchis slept in the same bedroom, with three living chambers attached. One was the front entry room, the other two private rooms for each of his parents. The bedroom was their own private, shared area.
Walking straight into the first lounge without knock or comment, as was his right as crown prince, Vangelis also knew there was no-one to offend as he had instructed his mother to keep Dion locked away safe... She would, therefore, be in her bedrooms.
Holding a hand out to indicate Zanon and Evras wait in the sitting room they had just entered, Vangelis carried himself quickly across the floor, momentarily noting that his mother was going to kill him for trekking in the dirt on his boots. After this was all over, of course. There were more pressing issues than the persian rugs.
With a heavy but soft fist, Vangelis knocked against the door to the bedrooms by standing close, his arm hanging low and his fist reaching back to bash on the wood.
"Mother..." He called through the wood, knowing that Queen Yanni could identify which of her sons was on the other side of the door from their stride, let alone their voice.
It was a few minutes but, after a moment, Yanni of Kotas opened the door wearing an emerald green silken robe over her nightgown. Her hair was piled on top of her head and her face was free of all enhancement. Not that Vangelis had ever believed she needed any. Her feet were bare.
The woman glanced from her eldest son to her second and his wife who still stood together. Her gaze narrowed at them both - not just at Evras. Yanni might love her children to her dying breath but she also wasn't ignorant of each of their flaws. Her disapproval was being placed equally on each of them.
Vangelis did nothing to dissuade her as she spoke, knowing that it had been she who had most likely been up all night comforting her grandson. A grandson who was likely being kept in her rooms further back out of the way. Like himself, the Queen of Kotas was fiercely protective of her grandson - even if it meant being against his parents.
"You two should be ashamed of yourselves." She stated. Her tone was not harsh, nor snapping. It was calm and all the more damning for it as she simply stared them down with eyes clear and true...
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Vangelis stood for a moment as the both of them spoke, his expression calm and his eyes honed in on their behaviour. He noticed the way Evras leaned slightly, as if the side of her body were drawn to the man beside her. He noted the hand hold between them that Zanon only released to offer his brother a bow of penance. He watched as Zanon seemed to be deliberately trying to keep himself in a protective stance beside his spouse.
None of what they were doing seemed subconscious. None of it came with an ease or a naturalness. They weren't fully mended to the point of being wholly comfortable with each other. But Vangelis hadn't expected that. Had they behaved in such a way, it would have only served to raise his ire. To be comfortable with each other already would indicate the fights of the previous evening to be trivial and that that had exaggerated through malicious and inconsiderate tendencies. But Vangelis knew this would not be the case with his brother... And while he knew Evras less, he had hoped it had not been the case with her...
The fact that their natural sway and gait seemed more calculated, more deliberate gave the strong impression that they were each decidedly trying. And it was the effort of will that convinced Vangelis of his next decisions. He wasn't in the business of lending trust or help to those that wouldn't try...
As his brother spoke, apologising and bowing to the elder Kotas, Vangelis watched stoically, his eyes narrowing, his jaw tightening into a heavy square that seemed to broaden as he gritted his teeth, the joints by his ears snapping.
To some he would appear furious. Within himself, he was simply suppressing emotion.
As his brother straightened back to his impressive Kotas height, Vangelis simply strode forward and reached out quickly.
Latching a hand around the back of his brother's head, Vangelis tugged Zanon's face to his shoulder and then took a moment of quiet as the two brothers seemed to reacquaint as Vangelis lowered his head to mutter in his ear.
"Save your bows for the King, my brother." He murmured to him, shrugging away all debt or gratitude deserving to him.
Letting the man go, he simply offered his customary half smile to the Lady Evras as he headed passed them, away from his door and onwards towards the other royal chambers in the palace. He turned as he walked so that he looked back at the other two, walking backwards down the corridor.
"While I appreciate the offer, I think a bath can wait until our family has been reunited don't you think... sister mine?" It was the first time he had used the term for anyone other than Asia...
Completing his turn as he headed down the hallway, Vangelis clearly expected no further penance or beggings of forgiveness from the two of them. As far as he was concerned, as a disciplinarian Vangelis took after their father more than their mother. Harsh and swift in justice, he was your worst enemy when caught in his line of judgement, but afterwards...? Vangelis was the last person to ever hold a grudge. There would be no harsh feelings, no awkwardness with him. Had he not agreed to move on or seen them to be active in wanting to fix things, he would have been an immovable statue. They had moved on and progressed? So, would he. But death and destruction to all those Vangelis felt the need to moderate more than once...
It was only a few moments before Vangelis' heavy and long stride took him to their mother's chambers.
Unlike many royals and nobles of theirs and other kingdoms, the royal King and Queen of Colchis slept in the same bedroom, with three living chambers attached. One was the front entry room, the other two private rooms for each of his parents. The bedroom was their own private, shared area.
Walking straight into the first lounge without knock or comment, as was his right as crown prince, Vangelis also knew there was no-one to offend as he had instructed his mother to keep Dion locked away safe... She would, therefore, be in her bedrooms.
Holding a hand out to indicate Zanon and Evras wait in the sitting room they had just entered, Vangelis carried himself quickly across the floor, momentarily noting that his mother was going to kill him for trekking in the dirt on his boots. After this was all over, of course. There were more pressing issues than the persian rugs.
With a heavy but soft fist, Vangelis knocked against the door to the bedrooms by standing close, his arm hanging low and his fist reaching back to bash on the wood.
"Mother..." He called through the wood, knowing that Queen Yanni could identify which of her sons was on the other side of the door from their stride, let alone their voice.
It was a few minutes but, after a moment, Yanni of Kotas opened the door wearing an emerald green silken robe over her nightgown. Her hair was piled on top of her head and her face was free of all enhancement. Not that Vangelis had ever believed she needed any. Her feet were bare.
The woman glanced from her eldest son to her second and his wife who still stood together. Her gaze narrowed at them both - not just at Evras. Yanni might love her children to her dying breath but she also wasn't ignorant of each of their flaws. Her disapproval was being placed equally on each of them.
Vangelis did nothing to dissuade her as she spoke, knowing that it had been she who had most likely been up all night comforting her grandson. A grandson who was likely being kept in her rooms further back out of the way. Like himself, the Queen of Kotas was fiercely protective of her grandson - even if it meant being against his parents.
"You two should be ashamed of yourselves." She stated. Her tone was not harsh, nor snapping. It was calm and all the more damning for it as she simply stared them down with eyes clear and true...
Vangelis stood for a moment as the both of them spoke, his expression calm and his eyes honed in on their behaviour. He noticed the way Evras leaned slightly, as if the side of her body were drawn to the man beside her. He noted the hand hold between them that Zanon only released to offer his brother a bow of penance. He watched as Zanon seemed to be deliberately trying to keep himself in a protective stance beside his spouse.
None of what they were doing seemed subconscious. None of it came with an ease or a naturalness. They weren't fully mended to the point of being wholly comfortable with each other. But Vangelis hadn't expected that. Had they behaved in such a way, it would have only served to raise his ire. To be comfortable with each other already would indicate the fights of the previous evening to be trivial and that that had exaggerated through malicious and inconsiderate tendencies. But Vangelis knew this would not be the case with his brother... And while he knew Evras less, he had hoped it had not been the case with her...
The fact that their natural sway and gait seemed more calculated, more deliberate gave the strong impression that they were each decidedly trying. And it was the effort of will that convinced Vangelis of his next decisions. He wasn't in the business of lending trust or help to those that wouldn't try...
As his brother spoke, apologising and bowing to the elder Kotas, Vangelis watched stoically, his eyes narrowing, his jaw tightening into a heavy square that seemed to broaden as he gritted his teeth, the joints by his ears snapping.
To some he would appear furious. Within himself, he was simply suppressing emotion.
As his brother straightened back to his impressive Kotas height, Vangelis simply strode forward and reached out quickly.
Latching a hand around the back of his brother's head, Vangelis tugged Zanon's face to his shoulder and then took a moment of quiet as the two brothers seemed to reacquaint as Vangelis lowered his head to mutter in his ear.
"Save your bows for the King, my brother." He murmured to him, shrugging away all debt or gratitude deserving to him.
Letting the man go, he simply offered his customary half smile to the Lady Evras as he headed passed them, away from his door and onwards towards the other royal chambers in the palace. He turned as he walked so that he looked back at the other two, walking backwards down the corridor.
"While I appreciate the offer, I think a bath can wait until our family has been reunited don't you think... sister mine?" It was the first time he had used the term for anyone other than Asia...
Completing his turn as he headed down the hallway, Vangelis clearly expected no further penance or beggings of forgiveness from the two of them. As far as he was concerned, as a disciplinarian Vangelis took after their father more than their mother. Harsh and swift in justice, he was your worst enemy when caught in his line of judgement, but afterwards...? Vangelis was the last person to ever hold a grudge. There would be no harsh feelings, no awkwardness with him. Had he not agreed to move on or seen them to be active in wanting to fix things, he would have been an immovable statue. They had moved on and progressed? So, would he. But death and destruction to all those Vangelis felt the need to moderate more than once...
It was only a few moments before Vangelis' heavy and long stride took him to their mother's chambers.
Unlike many royals and nobles of theirs and other kingdoms, the royal King and Queen of Colchis slept in the same bedroom, with three living chambers attached. One was the front entry room, the other two private rooms for each of his parents. The bedroom was their own private, shared area.
Walking straight into the first lounge without knock or comment, as was his right as crown prince, Vangelis also knew there was no-one to offend as he had instructed his mother to keep Dion locked away safe... She would, therefore, be in her bedrooms.
Holding a hand out to indicate Zanon and Evras wait in the sitting room they had just entered, Vangelis carried himself quickly across the floor, momentarily noting that his mother was going to kill him for trekking in the dirt on his boots. After this was all over, of course. There were more pressing issues than the persian rugs.
With a heavy but soft fist, Vangelis knocked against the door to the bedrooms by standing close, his arm hanging low and his fist reaching back to bash on the wood.
"Mother..." He called through the wood, knowing that Queen Yanni could identify which of her sons was on the other side of the door from their stride, let alone their voice.
It was a few minutes but, after a moment, Yanni of Kotas opened the door wearing an emerald green silken robe over her nightgown. Her hair was piled on top of her head and her face was free of all enhancement. Not that Vangelis had ever believed she needed any. Her feet were bare.
The woman glanced from her eldest son to her second and his wife who still stood together. Her gaze narrowed at them both - not just at Evras. Yanni might love her children to her dying breath but she also wasn't ignorant of each of their flaws. Her disapproval was being placed equally on each of them.
Vangelis did nothing to dissuade her as she spoke, knowing that it had been she who had most likely been up all night comforting her grandson. A grandson who was likely being kept in her rooms further back out of the way. Like himself, the Queen of Kotas was fiercely protective of her grandson - even if it meant being against his parents.
"You two should be ashamed of yourselves." She stated. Her tone was not harsh, nor snapping. It was calm and all the more damning for it as she simply stared them down with eyes clear and true...
As Vangelis stepped forward, Evras's breathe caught when she saw the elder one cup his hand around Zanon's head, to drag the younger one closer. While she may not have seen the actual fight between the brothers, Zanon had told her of it in the wee hours as they had come down from their high, whilst they were wound up together in bed, and she would rather not see her husband end up with more bruises. She had started towards the two, only to stop when it was a brief murmur, before Vangelis released Zanon and offered her a half-smile, something rare to have come from the crown prince.
Her blue-green eyes trailed the elder's movements, a small smile of her own forming when she heard the affectionate way he referred to her as a sister. Evras had her fair share of siblings, and referred to all of them similarly, yet this was the first time in many that a Kotas other then Zanon had showed openly to have - while not entirely - perhaps accepted her just a fraction more then they used to, as a part of the family.
But she agreed - yes, she needed to see her son. The memory of Dion's stricken face was fresh in her head everytime someone brought up the world family, and it was obvious the mother was anxious to be reunited with her offspring.
Taking Zanon's hand, this time her attention seemed diverted however as they headed down the hallway behind Vangelis. Evras worried at her lip, her fingers tight and tense in her husband's hands once they stepped in the royal monarch's sitting room. As Vangelis headed for the door to call for the Queen, it was as if ice had taken over Evras's body. What would the Queen now think of her as a daughter-in-law? Was she still fitting to be her son's main caretaker? What if they took her son away from her? Dion had been her lifeline during Zanon's absence, and while she's got her husband by her side now, it didn't change the fact that Dion was a main part of her life.
Standing stock still as the Queen emerged from her room, even in her silken night gown, the anger from the elder female was palpable, and Evras flinched at the matter-of-fact tone. Queen Yanni's unflinching eyes made Evras incapable of facing her mother in law, for she knew it was true - and she was ashamed of herself. The only thing she could do was offer a soft apology, the guilt pushing out all other words she might have wanted to say. In that instance, there was no hint of the confident, strong woman she was, and what could be seen was merely a mother who knew she had wronged her son, behaved in an atrocious manner that no parent should have in front of their child.
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As Vangelis stepped forward, Evras's breathe caught when she saw the elder one cup his hand around Zanon's head, to drag the younger one closer. While she may not have seen the actual fight between the brothers, Zanon had told her of it in the wee hours as they had come down from their high, whilst they were wound up together in bed, and she would rather not see her husband end up with more bruises. She had started towards the two, only to stop when it was a brief murmur, before Vangelis released Zanon and offered her a half-smile, something rare to have come from the crown prince.
Her blue-green eyes trailed the elder's movements, a small smile of her own forming when she heard the affectionate way he referred to her as a sister. Evras had her fair share of siblings, and referred to all of them similarly, yet this was the first time in many that a Kotas other then Zanon had showed openly to have - while not entirely - perhaps accepted her just a fraction more then they used to, as a part of the family.
But she agreed - yes, she needed to see her son. The memory of Dion's stricken face was fresh in her head everytime someone brought up the world family, and it was obvious the mother was anxious to be reunited with her offspring.
Taking Zanon's hand, this time her attention seemed diverted however as they headed down the hallway behind Vangelis. Evras worried at her lip, her fingers tight and tense in her husband's hands once they stepped in the royal monarch's sitting room. As Vangelis headed for the door to call for the Queen, it was as if ice had taken over Evras's body. What would the Queen now think of her as a daughter-in-law? Was she still fitting to be her son's main caretaker? What if they took her son away from her? Dion had been her lifeline during Zanon's absence, and while she's got her husband by her side now, it didn't change the fact that Dion was a main part of her life.
Standing stock still as the Queen emerged from her room, even in her silken night gown, the anger from the elder female was palpable, and Evras flinched at the matter-of-fact tone. Queen Yanni's unflinching eyes made Evras incapable of facing her mother in law, for she knew it was true - and she was ashamed of herself. The only thing she could do was offer a soft apology, the guilt pushing out all other words she might have wanted to say. In that instance, there was no hint of the confident, strong woman she was, and what could be seen was merely a mother who knew she had wronged her son, behaved in an atrocious manner that no parent should have in front of their child.
As Vangelis stepped forward, Evras's breathe caught when she saw the elder one cup his hand around Zanon's head, to drag the younger one closer. While she may not have seen the actual fight between the brothers, Zanon had told her of it in the wee hours as they had come down from their high, whilst they were wound up together in bed, and she would rather not see her husband end up with more bruises. She had started towards the two, only to stop when it was a brief murmur, before Vangelis released Zanon and offered her a half-smile, something rare to have come from the crown prince.
Her blue-green eyes trailed the elder's movements, a small smile of her own forming when she heard the affectionate way he referred to her as a sister. Evras had her fair share of siblings, and referred to all of them similarly, yet this was the first time in many that a Kotas other then Zanon had showed openly to have - while not entirely - perhaps accepted her just a fraction more then they used to, as a part of the family.
But she agreed - yes, she needed to see her son. The memory of Dion's stricken face was fresh in her head everytime someone brought up the world family, and it was obvious the mother was anxious to be reunited with her offspring.
Taking Zanon's hand, this time her attention seemed diverted however as they headed down the hallway behind Vangelis. Evras worried at her lip, her fingers tight and tense in her husband's hands once they stepped in the royal monarch's sitting room. As Vangelis headed for the door to call for the Queen, it was as if ice had taken over Evras's body. What would the Queen now think of her as a daughter-in-law? Was she still fitting to be her son's main caretaker? What if they took her son away from her? Dion had been her lifeline during Zanon's absence, and while she's got her husband by her side now, it didn't change the fact that Dion was a main part of her life.
Standing stock still as the Queen emerged from her room, even in her silken night gown, the anger from the elder female was palpable, and Evras flinched at the matter-of-fact tone. Queen Yanni's unflinching eyes made Evras incapable of facing her mother in law, for she knew it was true - and she was ashamed of herself. The only thing she could do was offer a soft apology, the guilt pushing out all other words she might have wanted to say. In that instance, there was no hint of the confident, strong woman she was, and what could be seen was merely a mother who knew she had wronged her son, behaved in an atrocious manner that no parent should have in front of their child.
Zanon held his breath as Vangelis stepped forward until he was pulled into the embrace, drawing an arm up to wrap around his brother’s shoulder and relaxed into the hug for a moment. Eyes closed, he gave the eldest Kotas’ shoulder a squeeze before parting and looking to him with a nod of respect. The man had always been his guide, his rock for all things, and to have the relief of his forgiveness in such a way lifted a weight from his shoulder. He smiled at the nod and greeting between his brother and wife, moving back to take hold of Evras’ hand.
”Thank you, brother.”
Following his eldest brother down the hall, he could feel the building tension in the woman beside him and he tried to give her a sign of reassurance, bringing her hand up to press to his lips. All would be well, somehow and some way things would right themselves. If he could return to his wife after years of absence and hatred that had distracted him from his purpose, their son would forgive them and all would be well.
He stood straight, holding tightly to his wife’s hand he tried not to flinch when his mother opened the door. She looked royally displeased, and even as he met her gaze he felt himself trying not to falter under her disapproval. He’d made many mistakes, those that he needed to apologize and repair relationships for, but he had resolved to try and that would include his entire family, not just his wife. His mother’s words dripped like ice, and he stepped forward to take the brunt of her anger off of Evras.
”Yes. And we are. I take the fault for this, mother. It is my behavior that must be admonished, my mistakes that were made. May we speak to our son, please?”
Zan wasn't holding his breath, more likely than not both Yanni and his brother would scold them further in that manner of quiet disappointment they had both perfected. It would no doubt take more than that to allow them a chance to speak with Dion after everything that they had put the household through.
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Zanon held his breath as Vangelis stepped forward until he was pulled into the embrace, drawing an arm up to wrap around his brother’s shoulder and relaxed into the hug for a moment. Eyes closed, he gave the eldest Kotas’ shoulder a squeeze before parting and looking to him with a nod of respect. The man had always been his guide, his rock for all things, and to have the relief of his forgiveness in such a way lifted a weight from his shoulder. He smiled at the nod and greeting between his brother and wife, moving back to take hold of Evras’ hand.
”Thank you, brother.”
Following his eldest brother down the hall, he could feel the building tension in the woman beside him and he tried to give her a sign of reassurance, bringing her hand up to press to his lips. All would be well, somehow and some way things would right themselves. If he could return to his wife after years of absence and hatred that had distracted him from his purpose, their son would forgive them and all would be well.
He stood straight, holding tightly to his wife’s hand he tried not to flinch when his mother opened the door. She looked royally displeased, and even as he met her gaze he felt himself trying not to falter under her disapproval. He’d made many mistakes, those that he needed to apologize and repair relationships for, but he had resolved to try and that would include his entire family, not just his wife. His mother’s words dripped like ice, and he stepped forward to take the brunt of her anger off of Evras.
”Yes. And we are. I take the fault for this, mother. It is my behavior that must be admonished, my mistakes that were made. May we speak to our son, please?”
Zan wasn't holding his breath, more likely than not both Yanni and his brother would scold them further in that manner of quiet disappointment they had both perfected. It would no doubt take more than that to allow them a chance to speak with Dion after everything that they had put the household through.
Zanon held his breath as Vangelis stepped forward until he was pulled into the embrace, drawing an arm up to wrap around his brother’s shoulder and relaxed into the hug for a moment. Eyes closed, he gave the eldest Kotas’ shoulder a squeeze before parting and looking to him with a nod of respect. The man had always been his guide, his rock for all things, and to have the relief of his forgiveness in such a way lifted a weight from his shoulder. He smiled at the nod and greeting between his brother and wife, moving back to take hold of Evras’ hand.
”Thank you, brother.”
Following his eldest brother down the hall, he could feel the building tension in the woman beside him and he tried to give her a sign of reassurance, bringing her hand up to press to his lips. All would be well, somehow and some way things would right themselves. If he could return to his wife after years of absence and hatred that had distracted him from his purpose, their son would forgive them and all would be well.
He stood straight, holding tightly to his wife’s hand he tried not to flinch when his mother opened the door. She looked royally displeased, and even as he met her gaze he felt himself trying not to falter under her disapproval. He’d made many mistakes, those that he needed to apologize and repair relationships for, but he had resolved to try and that would include his entire family, not just his wife. His mother’s words dripped like ice, and he stepped forward to take the brunt of her anger off of Evras.
”Yes. And we are. I take the fault for this, mother. It is my behavior that must be admonished, my mistakes that were made. May we speak to our son, please?”
Zan wasn't holding his breath, more likely than not both Yanni and his brother would scold them further in that manner of quiet disappointment they had both perfected. It would no doubt take more than that to allow them a chance to speak with Dion after everything that they had put the household through.
As both parents stood shamefaced like students admonished by their tutor, Vangelis' attention was only drawn away from their apologies by the tingling feeling on the side of his face that told him his mother was staring his way.
King Tython of Kotas was a man of a great many admirable traits. One of those was his understanding that legacy was more what you passed down than what you accomplished yourself. A man determined to forge his sons into men of admirable qualities within themselves; not simply the sons of a great king.
From the date of his fourteenth birthday, Vangelis had been encouraged to see himself as the Head of House. His father had begun looking at him for his decision with regards to family matters. He had been expected at only a few years older than Dion to make the choices that led the family of Kotas in the right direction. With guidance, with assistance and with advice from his parents, of course. But the decisions had begun being his own. Such a fracture within his family would have always been his domain to smooth. But now, with his father out of the country, the decision was his as a substitute King as well as Head of House.
People often wondered why Vangelis was serious in all things... the answer was simply that he had never had the time or freedom to learn to be any other way.
As he mother looked at him for his decision on Zanon's request, Vangelis glanced down at her and then at the door leading into his parents' bedchamber. His eyes narrowed.
While he agreed with the two being allowed to see their son again, he also had Dion to consider. A boy who had likely been entirely confused, frightened and hurt by his parent's behaviour. Specifically, his father's allegations that he wasn't even his child. The thoughts going through Dion's mind right now... Vangelis wasn't able to comprehend. Never once had he ever had reason to doubt his own parentage or place in the world...
Vangelis glanced from the inner recesses of his mother's bedroom where he knew Dion would have been instructed to wait. Then he glanced at Zanon and Evras.
"One at a time." He decreed. At least then, Dion wouldn't feel isolated as both of his parents attempted to make amends. He even took a hold of his mother's arm to gently encourage her out of the way of the door, clearly indicating that neither him nor his mother would enter.
This was between Dion and his parents. And while Vangelis was happy to order only one of them to enter at a time, to spare Dion a more frightening challenge than was necessary, the boy was also a Kotas and shouldn't need an uncle or grandmother standing by his side while his parents made amends.
Deliberately, Vangelis did not demand which of the two would speak to him first. If the two of them were as determined to make their relationship - their united front - work... they could decide that between themselves.
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As both parents stood shamefaced like students admonished by their tutor, Vangelis' attention was only drawn away from their apologies by the tingling feeling on the side of his face that told him his mother was staring his way.
King Tython of Kotas was a man of a great many admirable traits. One of those was his understanding that legacy was more what you passed down than what you accomplished yourself. A man determined to forge his sons into men of admirable qualities within themselves; not simply the sons of a great king.
From the date of his fourteenth birthday, Vangelis had been encouraged to see himself as the Head of House. His father had begun looking at him for his decision with regards to family matters. He had been expected at only a few years older than Dion to make the choices that led the family of Kotas in the right direction. With guidance, with assistance and with advice from his parents, of course. But the decisions had begun being his own. Such a fracture within his family would have always been his domain to smooth. But now, with his father out of the country, the decision was his as a substitute King as well as Head of House.
People often wondered why Vangelis was serious in all things... the answer was simply that he had never had the time or freedom to learn to be any other way.
As he mother looked at him for his decision on Zanon's request, Vangelis glanced down at her and then at the door leading into his parents' bedchamber. His eyes narrowed.
While he agreed with the two being allowed to see their son again, he also had Dion to consider. A boy who had likely been entirely confused, frightened and hurt by his parent's behaviour. Specifically, his father's allegations that he wasn't even his child. The thoughts going through Dion's mind right now... Vangelis wasn't able to comprehend. Never once had he ever had reason to doubt his own parentage or place in the world...
Vangelis glanced from the inner recesses of his mother's bedroom where he knew Dion would have been instructed to wait. Then he glanced at Zanon and Evras.
"One at a time." He decreed. At least then, Dion wouldn't feel isolated as both of his parents attempted to make amends. He even took a hold of his mother's arm to gently encourage her out of the way of the door, clearly indicating that neither him nor his mother would enter.
This was between Dion and his parents. And while Vangelis was happy to order only one of them to enter at a time, to spare Dion a more frightening challenge than was necessary, the boy was also a Kotas and shouldn't need an uncle or grandmother standing by his side while his parents made amends.
Deliberately, Vangelis did not demand which of the two would speak to him first. If the two of them were as determined to make their relationship - their united front - work... they could decide that between themselves.
As both parents stood shamefaced like students admonished by their tutor, Vangelis' attention was only drawn away from their apologies by the tingling feeling on the side of his face that told him his mother was staring his way.
King Tython of Kotas was a man of a great many admirable traits. One of those was his understanding that legacy was more what you passed down than what you accomplished yourself. A man determined to forge his sons into men of admirable qualities within themselves; not simply the sons of a great king.
From the date of his fourteenth birthday, Vangelis had been encouraged to see himself as the Head of House. His father had begun looking at him for his decision with regards to family matters. He had been expected at only a few years older than Dion to make the choices that led the family of Kotas in the right direction. With guidance, with assistance and with advice from his parents, of course. But the decisions had begun being his own. Such a fracture within his family would have always been his domain to smooth. But now, with his father out of the country, the decision was his as a substitute King as well as Head of House.
People often wondered why Vangelis was serious in all things... the answer was simply that he had never had the time or freedom to learn to be any other way.
As he mother looked at him for his decision on Zanon's request, Vangelis glanced down at her and then at the door leading into his parents' bedchamber. His eyes narrowed.
While he agreed with the two being allowed to see their son again, he also had Dion to consider. A boy who had likely been entirely confused, frightened and hurt by his parent's behaviour. Specifically, his father's allegations that he wasn't even his child. The thoughts going through Dion's mind right now... Vangelis wasn't able to comprehend. Never once had he ever had reason to doubt his own parentage or place in the world...
Vangelis glanced from the inner recesses of his mother's bedroom where he knew Dion would have been instructed to wait. Then he glanced at Zanon and Evras.
"One at a time." He decreed. At least then, Dion wouldn't feel isolated as both of his parents attempted to make amends. He even took a hold of his mother's arm to gently encourage her out of the way of the door, clearly indicating that neither him nor his mother would enter.
This was between Dion and his parents. And while Vangelis was happy to order only one of them to enter at a time, to spare Dion a more frightening challenge than was necessary, the boy was also a Kotas and shouldn't need an uncle or grandmother standing by his side while his parents made amends.
Deliberately, Vangelis did not demand which of the two would speak to him first. If the two of them were as determined to make their relationship - their united front - work... they could decide that between themselves.
Zanon's presence next to her did leaps and bounds in bolstering her courage, but even that did not change the way in which the Queen's icy glare shot through her, as if judging her on her capability of raising her son. While she knew at the back of her mind that the Queen was a wonderful mother herself and likely did not intentionally want to make Evras feel bad, after living many years being judged by many in Colchis, especially in Midas, Evras was somewhat weak to the judgement of others, as much as she tried to fight through it.
When her husband stepped forward to address her Queen, another pinch of guilt chipped away at her heart - he was not entirely to blame. Evras should have known better then to indulge in the screaming fest, least of all in the foyer of a home where she knew she had put her son to bed just hours earlier abovestairs. There was no doubt that Dion would have heard it.
Knowing her eleven year old was likely in a state of confusion right now, Evras instinctively craned to looked, but failed to see beyond the closed doors of the Queen's private chambers. Despite the displeasure Queen Yanni wore, her worry for Dion sprang up at the forefront of it all. The grip she had on Zanon's hands was necessary - without it, Evras feared she would've lost it entirely.
"One at a time."
The woman's dark locks flew as she whipped around to glance in surprise at Vangelis. She had expected more admonishment, perhaps a few choice words from the Queen before either of them would be allowed near the youngest of their household. For them to be allowed entry quickly was surprising.
But a choice still had to be made.
Her eyes flickered to the joined hands of husband and wife, and then up to Zanon's face, the woman worrying at her lip for a brief second. But her decision was quick. Evras still had a logical mind, even if it had been thrown out of whack over the past twenty four hours. In all fairness, she had taken Dion away more times then she could count over the past three years, sequestering him in her family household, until he finally decreed Dion to begin his military training just a few months prior.
She had her fair share of mistakes to atone for as well.
Disentangling her hands from her husbands, she gave him a small smile, and nudged him as her head motioned at the closed door of his mother's chambers. "Dion misses you, I'm sure, husband. Go see him." Her voice was gently urging, one last smile in Zanon's direction before the woman turned to the Queen where she now stood next to Vangelis, and dipped her head in an apologetic manner as she directed her next words to her. "Our behavior was abysmal, Your Majesty, I agree. I also promise it would never happen again."
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Zanon's presence next to her did leaps and bounds in bolstering her courage, but even that did not change the way in which the Queen's icy glare shot through her, as if judging her on her capability of raising her son. While she knew at the back of her mind that the Queen was a wonderful mother herself and likely did not intentionally want to make Evras feel bad, after living many years being judged by many in Colchis, especially in Midas, Evras was somewhat weak to the judgement of others, as much as she tried to fight through it.
When her husband stepped forward to address her Queen, another pinch of guilt chipped away at her heart - he was not entirely to blame. Evras should have known better then to indulge in the screaming fest, least of all in the foyer of a home where she knew she had put her son to bed just hours earlier abovestairs. There was no doubt that Dion would have heard it.
Knowing her eleven year old was likely in a state of confusion right now, Evras instinctively craned to looked, but failed to see beyond the closed doors of the Queen's private chambers. Despite the displeasure Queen Yanni wore, her worry for Dion sprang up at the forefront of it all. The grip she had on Zanon's hands was necessary - without it, Evras feared she would've lost it entirely.
"One at a time."
The woman's dark locks flew as she whipped around to glance in surprise at Vangelis. She had expected more admonishment, perhaps a few choice words from the Queen before either of them would be allowed near the youngest of their household. For them to be allowed entry quickly was surprising.
But a choice still had to be made.
Her eyes flickered to the joined hands of husband and wife, and then up to Zanon's face, the woman worrying at her lip for a brief second. But her decision was quick. Evras still had a logical mind, even if it had been thrown out of whack over the past twenty four hours. In all fairness, she had taken Dion away more times then she could count over the past three years, sequestering him in her family household, until he finally decreed Dion to begin his military training just a few months prior.
She had her fair share of mistakes to atone for as well.
Disentangling her hands from her husbands, she gave him a small smile, and nudged him as her head motioned at the closed door of his mother's chambers. "Dion misses you, I'm sure, husband. Go see him." Her voice was gently urging, one last smile in Zanon's direction before the woman turned to the Queen where she now stood next to Vangelis, and dipped her head in an apologetic manner as she directed her next words to her. "Our behavior was abysmal, Your Majesty, I agree. I also promise it would never happen again."
Zanon's presence next to her did leaps and bounds in bolstering her courage, but even that did not change the way in which the Queen's icy glare shot through her, as if judging her on her capability of raising her son. While she knew at the back of her mind that the Queen was a wonderful mother herself and likely did not intentionally want to make Evras feel bad, after living many years being judged by many in Colchis, especially in Midas, Evras was somewhat weak to the judgement of others, as much as she tried to fight through it.
When her husband stepped forward to address her Queen, another pinch of guilt chipped away at her heart - he was not entirely to blame. Evras should have known better then to indulge in the screaming fest, least of all in the foyer of a home where she knew she had put her son to bed just hours earlier abovestairs. There was no doubt that Dion would have heard it.
Knowing her eleven year old was likely in a state of confusion right now, Evras instinctively craned to looked, but failed to see beyond the closed doors of the Queen's private chambers. Despite the displeasure Queen Yanni wore, her worry for Dion sprang up at the forefront of it all. The grip she had on Zanon's hands was necessary - without it, Evras feared she would've lost it entirely.
"One at a time."
The woman's dark locks flew as she whipped around to glance in surprise at Vangelis. She had expected more admonishment, perhaps a few choice words from the Queen before either of them would be allowed near the youngest of their household. For them to be allowed entry quickly was surprising.
But a choice still had to be made.
Her eyes flickered to the joined hands of husband and wife, and then up to Zanon's face, the woman worrying at her lip for a brief second. But her decision was quick. Evras still had a logical mind, even if it had been thrown out of whack over the past twenty four hours. In all fairness, she had taken Dion away more times then she could count over the past three years, sequestering him in her family household, until he finally decreed Dion to begin his military training just a few months prior.
She had her fair share of mistakes to atone for as well.
Disentangling her hands from her husbands, she gave him a small smile, and nudged him as her head motioned at the closed door of his mother's chambers. "Dion misses you, I'm sure, husband. Go see him." Her voice was gently urging, one last smile in Zanon's direction before the woman turned to the Queen where she now stood next to Vangelis, and dipped her head in an apologetic manner as she directed her next words to her. "Our behavior was abysmal, Your Majesty, I agree. I also promise it would never happen again."
Zanon raised his brows at Evras' suggestion. He had been about to insist that his wife go first to give comfort to the boy she had been raising on her own for the past three years. No doubt Dion would rather have his mother's attentions at the moment instead of the man who had been more or less absent. Though, to be fair to himself that was all more because his wife had removed the boy from the Kotas household at every opportunity she could find. It was time for him to make amends like men and show his son that mistakes could be made and apologies too, things could be righted with time and effort.
Nodding, he pressed a kiss to her brow before slipping past his mother and brother into the depths of the Queen's chambers, finding his son curled up and still asleep in the Dowager Queen's bed. How long he had been up worrying, had his mother been trying to comfort her grandson in the face of what appeared to be madness gripping his parents. Guilt surged through him and for a moment he simply watched his son sleep before sitting beside him and gently reaching out to brush at his shoulder.
The boy had his mother's pale features and dark hair, the curls on his head though were very much like his grandmother the queen's, and there was no mistaking when those eyes finally fluttered open that Dion had his father's gaze. Zan smiled slightly, remorse clear in his own eyes and he silently held his arms open as the boy scrambled to give him a hug. Much like his uncle, Dion held few grudges, and though he was confused and questions spilled from him readily, he seemed prepared to forgive.
They sat there for a long while, father giving explanation to son with little sugarcoating except for where it came to the transgressions of parents with others. He admitted to his own affairs, that was his business to air, and made it clear that from here on out he was going to try to be a better man, a better father, and that Evras was the only one he would love. Dion simply watched and nodded, questions silenced finally as he pondered and processed. Perhaps it was too much to put on him, but Zanon had no interest in sending his son out into the world without the facts he could give him. Better he find out what had happened and gone wrong from him instead of hearing diluted rumors from the rest of the world.
When the time came, both stood and Dion took his hand, walking with him to the door where Zanon left him with a kiss to the top of his head, releasing his grip and reaching for Evras instead to take him back.
"I'll wait out here for you both. Mother, is there any chance of some tea?"
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Zanon raised his brows at Evras' suggestion. He had been about to insist that his wife go first to give comfort to the boy she had been raising on her own for the past three years. No doubt Dion would rather have his mother's attentions at the moment instead of the man who had been more or less absent. Though, to be fair to himself that was all more because his wife had removed the boy from the Kotas household at every opportunity she could find. It was time for him to make amends like men and show his son that mistakes could be made and apologies too, things could be righted with time and effort.
Nodding, he pressed a kiss to her brow before slipping past his mother and brother into the depths of the Queen's chambers, finding his son curled up and still asleep in the Dowager Queen's bed. How long he had been up worrying, had his mother been trying to comfort her grandson in the face of what appeared to be madness gripping his parents. Guilt surged through him and for a moment he simply watched his son sleep before sitting beside him and gently reaching out to brush at his shoulder.
The boy had his mother's pale features and dark hair, the curls on his head though were very much like his grandmother the queen's, and there was no mistaking when those eyes finally fluttered open that Dion had his father's gaze. Zan smiled slightly, remorse clear in his own eyes and he silently held his arms open as the boy scrambled to give him a hug. Much like his uncle, Dion held few grudges, and though he was confused and questions spilled from him readily, he seemed prepared to forgive.
They sat there for a long while, father giving explanation to son with little sugarcoating except for where it came to the transgressions of parents with others. He admitted to his own affairs, that was his business to air, and made it clear that from here on out he was going to try to be a better man, a better father, and that Evras was the only one he would love. Dion simply watched and nodded, questions silenced finally as he pondered and processed. Perhaps it was too much to put on him, but Zanon had no interest in sending his son out into the world without the facts he could give him. Better he find out what had happened and gone wrong from him instead of hearing diluted rumors from the rest of the world.
When the time came, both stood and Dion took his hand, walking with him to the door where Zanon left him with a kiss to the top of his head, releasing his grip and reaching for Evras instead to take him back.
"I'll wait out here for you both. Mother, is there any chance of some tea?"
Zanon raised his brows at Evras' suggestion. He had been about to insist that his wife go first to give comfort to the boy she had been raising on her own for the past three years. No doubt Dion would rather have his mother's attentions at the moment instead of the man who had been more or less absent. Though, to be fair to himself that was all more because his wife had removed the boy from the Kotas household at every opportunity she could find. It was time for him to make amends like men and show his son that mistakes could be made and apologies too, things could be righted with time and effort.
Nodding, he pressed a kiss to her brow before slipping past his mother and brother into the depths of the Queen's chambers, finding his son curled up and still asleep in the Dowager Queen's bed. How long he had been up worrying, had his mother been trying to comfort her grandson in the face of what appeared to be madness gripping his parents. Guilt surged through him and for a moment he simply watched his son sleep before sitting beside him and gently reaching out to brush at his shoulder.
The boy had his mother's pale features and dark hair, the curls on his head though were very much like his grandmother the queen's, and there was no mistaking when those eyes finally fluttered open that Dion had his father's gaze. Zan smiled slightly, remorse clear in his own eyes and he silently held his arms open as the boy scrambled to give him a hug. Much like his uncle, Dion held few grudges, and though he was confused and questions spilled from him readily, he seemed prepared to forgive.
They sat there for a long while, father giving explanation to son with little sugarcoating except for where it came to the transgressions of parents with others. He admitted to his own affairs, that was his business to air, and made it clear that from here on out he was going to try to be a better man, a better father, and that Evras was the only one he would love. Dion simply watched and nodded, questions silenced finally as he pondered and processed. Perhaps it was too much to put on him, but Zanon had no interest in sending his son out into the world without the facts he could give him. Better he find out what had happened and gone wrong from him instead of hearing diluted rumors from the rest of the world.
When the time came, both stood and Dion took his hand, walking with him to the door where Zanon left him with a kiss to the top of his head, releasing his grip and reaching for Evras instead to take him back.
"I'll wait out here for you both. Mother, is there any chance of some tea?"
Despite being antsy the longer she had to wait to see Dion, Evras did her best in outwardly appearing as if she had the patience of a saint while Zanon spoke with their son. She trusted her husband - at least, she did now, that he would be able to find the right words to calm their son down. But none of that would negate the fact that they had most likely left a bad mark in this young, impressionable mind, and as a mother, she was worried.
When father and son appeared at the door hand in hand, Evras let out a breathe she had not realized she had been holding, a smile of relief turning her lips upwards. With a glance at her husband as he reached for her, the woman met him halfway, squeezing his hand before she took up Dion's, and re-entered the room of the King and Queen.
The chambers were foreign to her, perhaps the only room she had never stepped foot in the many years she had been staying in her husband's family residence. But Evras barely noticed anything, so focused she was on Dion's wellbeing.
Sitting him down on the edge of the bed, Evras silently thanked the Gods first, that hr son had a gentle disposition paired with his quickness to forgive. Brought up in a loving family where he was doted on by all despite being the offspring of a military man, Dion had no reason to have suspicions and caution up till today and Evras was determined to nip that in the bud.
It was as if she did not even need to say a word, or maybe it was simply because Zanon had explained almost all there was. Whatever it was, Dion was the first to wrap his arms around his mother, an embrace Evras was quick to return. Her throat clammed up, eyes burned, but she refused to let any more tears fall, lest her son was further worried. He was a young boy on the cusp of his teenagehood, who should be enjoying the last vestiges of his childhood - she was a fool, and she would cage him no longer.
Managing a watery smile as they broke the embrace, an apology was quick to fall from her lips, for not putting him first, for allowing him to witness what he had the night before.
Reassuring him that all was well between his parents, the woman affectionately asked on how he has been in his new training with the new tutors as well as his uncles. His eager retelling and bright eyes proved that his father was right - as he rightly should be. Dion enjoyed the new facet of life provided to him as he now wielded weapons. He piped up that he missed his relatives, wanting to visit the Thanasi household, perhaps even his aunts and learned more on the herbs Thea had introduced to him, but the question had Evras trailing off with a vague answer, making a mental note of asking her husband again when the time was right.
"Father said he had other-"
As a young child was wont to do, Dion barely gave a thought as he sought to clarify the affairs on which Zanon had told him of, and that brought a stricken pang to Evras's features that quickly had the boy shutting up, as if he suddenly realized he had said something he should not. Technically, Evras should be thankful at least, that Zanon had come clean of his affairs. Yet the wound was fresh still, and Evras would be lying if she said was was one hundred percent fine.
So instead, she said, "There is no love without forgiveness, just like there would be no forgiveness without love, Dion. And never doubt that I love your father. So... let the rest follow suit."
Smiling as the young one appeared appeased by her answer, she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his brow, and tugged at him to lead him out towards where everyone else was waiting. At the entrance to the room, Dion dropped her hand and ran to his father, an eager smile on his lips as he asked if Zanon would be the one overseeing his training for the day, eager to prove everything he has learned so far to the one man he took to be his role model.
Behind his quick paces, Evras followed at a more sedate pace, reaching for Zanon as if she loathed being apart from him. Once by his side, the woman turned to Vangelis and the Queen again with a smile, one more grateful then anything now, and again gave a small dip of respect. "I cannot thank you more, Vangelis." Glancing at her husband, her bright eyes shone with affection at the one she had married briefly, and then flickered back to the crown prince again. "I'm in your debt, whenever you need me."
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Despite being antsy the longer she had to wait to see Dion, Evras did her best in outwardly appearing as if she had the patience of a saint while Zanon spoke with their son. She trusted her husband - at least, she did now, that he would be able to find the right words to calm their son down. But none of that would negate the fact that they had most likely left a bad mark in this young, impressionable mind, and as a mother, she was worried.
When father and son appeared at the door hand in hand, Evras let out a breathe she had not realized she had been holding, a smile of relief turning her lips upwards. With a glance at her husband as he reached for her, the woman met him halfway, squeezing his hand before she took up Dion's, and re-entered the room of the King and Queen.
The chambers were foreign to her, perhaps the only room she had never stepped foot in the many years she had been staying in her husband's family residence. But Evras barely noticed anything, so focused she was on Dion's wellbeing.
Sitting him down on the edge of the bed, Evras silently thanked the Gods first, that hr son had a gentle disposition paired with his quickness to forgive. Brought up in a loving family where he was doted on by all despite being the offspring of a military man, Dion had no reason to have suspicions and caution up till today and Evras was determined to nip that in the bud.
It was as if she did not even need to say a word, or maybe it was simply because Zanon had explained almost all there was. Whatever it was, Dion was the first to wrap his arms around his mother, an embrace Evras was quick to return. Her throat clammed up, eyes burned, but she refused to let any more tears fall, lest her son was further worried. He was a young boy on the cusp of his teenagehood, who should be enjoying the last vestiges of his childhood - she was a fool, and she would cage him no longer.
Managing a watery smile as they broke the embrace, an apology was quick to fall from her lips, for not putting him first, for allowing him to witness what he had the night before.
Reassuring him that all was well between his parents, the woman affectionately asked on how he has been in his new training with the new tutors as well as his uncles. His eager retelling and bright eyes proved that his father was right - as he rightly should be. Dion enjoyed the new facet of life provided to him as he now wielded weapons. He piped up that he missed his relatives, wanting to visit the Thanasi household, perhaps even his aunts and learned more on the herbs Thea had introduced to him, but the question had Evras trailing off with a vague answer, making a mental note of asking her husband again when the time was right.
"Father said he had other-"
As a young child was wont to do, Dion barely gave a thought as he sought to clarify the affairs on which Zanon had told him of, and that brought a stricken pang to Evras's features that quickly had the boy shutting up, as if he suddenly realized he had said something he should not. Technically, Evras should be thankful at least, that Zanon had come clean of his affairs. Yet the wound was fresh still, and Evras would be lying if she said was was one hundred percent fine.
So instead, she said, "There is no love without forgiveness, just like there would be no forgiveness without love, Dion. And never doubt that I love your father. So... let the rest follow suit."
Smiling as the young one appeared appeased by her answer, she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his brow, and tugged at him to lead him out towards where everyone else was waiting. At the entrance to the room, Dion dropped her hand and ran to his father, an eager smile on his lips as he asked if Zanon would be the one overseeing his training for the day, eager to prove everything he has learned so far to the one man he took to be his role model.
Behind his quick paces, Evras followed at a more sedate pace, reaching for Zanon as if she loathed being apart from him. Once by his side, the woman turned to Vangelis and the Queen again with a smile, one more grateful then anything now, and again gave a small dip of respect. "I cannot thank you more, Vangelis." Glancing at her husband, her bright eyes shone with affection at the one she had married briefly, and then flickered back to the crown prince again. "I'm in your debt, whenever you need me."
Despite being antsy the longer she had to wait to see Dion, Evras did her best in outwardly appearing as if she had the patience of a saint while Zanon spoke with their son. She trusted her husband - at least, she did now, that he would be able to find the right words to calm their son down. But none of that would negate the fact that they had most likely left a bad mark in this young, impressionable mind, and as a mother, she was worried.
When father and son appeared at the door hand in hand, Evras let out a breathe she had not realized she had been holding, a smile of relief turning her lips upwards. With a glance at her husband as he reached for her, the woman met him halfway, squeezing his hand before she took up Dion's, and re-entered the room of the King and Queen.
The chambers were foreign to her, perhaps the only room she had never stepped foot in the many years she had been staying in her husband's family residence. But Evras barely noticed anything, so focused she was on Dion's wellbeing.
Sitting him down on the edge of the bed, Evras silently thanked the Gods first, that hr son had a gentle disposition paired with his quickness to forgive. Brought up in a loving family where he was doted on by all despite being the offspring of a military man, Dion had no reason to have suspicions and caution up till today and Evras was determined to nip that in the bud.
It was as if she did not even need to say a word, or maybe it was simply because Zanon had explained almost all there was. Whatever it was, Dion was the first to wrap his arms around his mother, an embrace Evras was quick to return. Her throat clammed up, eyes burned, but she refused to let any more tears fall, lest her son was further worried. He was a young boy on the cusp of his teenagehood, who should be enjoying the last vestiges of his childhood - she was a fool, and she would cage him no longer.
Managing a watery smile as they broke the embrace, an apology was quick to fall from her lips, for not putting him first, for allowing him to witness what he had the night before.
Reassuring him that all was well between his parents, the woman affectionately asked on how he has been in his new training with the new tutors as well as his uncles. His eager retelling and bright eyes proved that his father was right - as he rightly should be. Dion enjoyed the new facet of life provided to him as he now wielded weapons. He piped up that he missed his relatives, wanting to visit the Thanasi household, perhaps even his aunts and learned more on the herbs Thea had introduced to him, but the question had Evras trailing off with a vague answer, making a mental note of asking her husband again when the time was right.
"Father said he had other-"
As a young child was wont to do, Dion barely gave a thought as he sought to clarify the affairs on which Zanon had told him of, and that brought a stricken pang to Evras's features that quickly had the boy shutting up, as if he suddenly realized he had said something he should not. Technically, Evras should be thankful at least, that Zanon had come clean of his affairs. Yet the wound was fresh still, and Evras would be lying if she said was was one hundred percent fine.
So instead, she said, "There is no love without forgiveness, just like there would be no forgiveness without love, Dion. And never doubt that I love your father. So... let the rest follow suit."
Smiling as the young one appeared appeased by her answer, she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his brow, and tugged at him to lead him out towards where everyone else was waiting. At the entrance to the room, Dion dropped her hand and ran to his father, an eager smile on his lips as he asked if Zanon would be the one overseeing his training for the day, eager to prove everything he has learned so far to the one man he took to be his role model.
Behind his quick paces, Evras followed at a more sedate pace, reaching for Zanon as if she loathed being apart from him. Once by his side, the woman turned to Vangelis and the Queen again with a smile, one more grateful then anything now, and again gave a small dip of respect. "I cannot thank you more, Vangelis." Glancing at her husband, her bright eyes shone with affection at the one she had married briefly, and then flickered back to the crown prince again. "I'm in your debt, whenever you need me."
When Zanon had exited the Queen's chambers and requested some tea, his mother had raised a hand as if to say "in a moment" waiting to watch Evras replace her husband in the room to speak with her son and Vangelis was in agreement at the stay of hand. To have some refreshment would mean to bring servants in and, until their blood was whole once more, Vangelis wanted as little of this witnessed or whispered about by servants or slaves. There would be enough talk of what had already been heard the night before.
When Evras appeared with her son - a young boy of enough constitution to still be smiling after all this - Vangelis was pleased to see the boy hurry to his father. Their sire was to be any male's strongest role model and to damage that image in a boy's life was to damage so much more.
It was then that Evras turned to her brother-in-law and thanked him, claiming to be in his debt for what he had done. Vangelis looked away and raised a hand to slice outwards, dismissive of all gratitude.
"There is no debt within family." He simply stated. The words were his father's but they came out with just as much defiance and finality as the king would have laced them with.
With those words it was as if a weight had been lifted from the shoulders of all within the room and Vangelis leaned forward to press a kiss to his mother's forehead. He spoke as he stepped away and headed for the door.
"I think you can call for that tea now mother." He told her, placing a hand to Dion's curls momentarily as he crossed the rug and reached for the door handle.
"I'll be in my rooms if I am needed."
And with that he left the room, intent on finding a slave to run him a hot bath, sending a note to Asia to inform her all was mended, sleeping for a few hours and then possibly heading to the temple of Aphrodite...
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When Zanon had exited the Queen's chambers and requested some tea, his mother had raised a hand as if to say "in a moment" waiting to watch Evras replace her husband in the room to speak with her son and Vangelis was in agreement at the stay of hand. To have some refreshment would mean to bring servants in and, until their blood was whole once more, Vangelis wanted as little of this witnessed or whispered about by servants or slaves. There would be enough talk of what had already been heard the night before.
When Evras appeared with her son - a young boy of enough constitution to still be smiling after all this - Vangelis was pleased to see the boy hurry to his father. Their sire was to be any male's strongest role model and to damage that image in a boy's life was to damage so much more.
It was then that Evras turned to her brother-in-law and thanked him, claiming to be in his debt for what he had done. Vangelis looked away and raised a hand to slice outwards, dismissive of all gratitude.
"There is no debt within family." He simply stated. The words were his father's but they came out with just as much defiance and finality as the king would have laced them with.
With those words it was as if a weight had been lifted from the shoulders of all within the room and Vangelis leaned forward to press a kiss to his mother's forehead. He spoke as he stepped away and headed for the door.
"I think you can call for that tea now mother." He told her, placing a hand to Dion's curls momentarily as he crossed the rug and reached for the door handle.
"I'll be in my rooms if I am needed."
And with that he left the room, intent on finding a slave to run him a hot bath, sending a note to Asia to inform her all was mended, sleeping for a few hours and then possibly heading to the temple of Aphrodite...
When Zanon had exited the Queen's chambers and requested some tea, his mother had raised a hand as if to say "in a moment" waiting to watch Evras replace her husband in the room to speak with her son and Vangelis was in agreement at the stay of hand. To have some refreshment would mean to bring servants in and, until their blood was whole once more, Vangelis wanted as little of this witnessed or whispered about by servants or slaves. There would be enough talk of what had already been heard the night before.
When Evras appeared with her son - a young boy of enough constitution to still be smiling after all this - Vangelis was pleased to see the boy hurry to his father. Their sire was to be any male's strongest role model and to damage that image in a boy's life was to damage so much more.
It was then that Evras turned to her brother-in-law and thanked him, claiming to be in his debt for what he had done. Vangelis looked away and raised a hand to slice outwards, dismissive of all gratitude.
"There is no debt within family." He simply stated. The words were his father's but they came out with just as much defiance and finality as the king would have laced them with.
With those words it was as if a weight had been lifted from the shoulders of all within the room and Vangelis leaned forward to press a kiss to his mother's forehead. He spoke as he stepped away and headed for the door.
"I think you can call for that tea now mother." He told her, placing a hand to Dion's curls momentarily as he crossed the rug and reached for the door handle.
"I'll be in my rooms if I am needed."
And with that he left the room, intent on finding a slave to run him a hot bath, sending a note to Asia to inform her all was mended, sleeping for a few hours and then possibly heading to the temple of Aphrodite...
