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Timaeus should have known that Silanos wouldn’t take kindly to his sudden appearance. He could tell from the moment that he approached, that the sour expression on Silanos’s face meant that he was most certainly less than pleased, but what could the brother do? The young baron shrugged the boy’s concerns off as he turned to warmly greet their newly reunited cousin with a hug.
When they broke apart, Timaeus winced slightly when she reached up to touch the bruise covering his face. Although it was no longer fresh and caused him the same amount of pain that it did on that night, it was still sore when prodded. “Trouble is such a strong word cousin.” He said with a tense laugh, not being able to truly hide how tense things were for Timaeus at least. He was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to implode on them. Some people may say that laughter may be the best medicine, but it truly did nothing for Tim nowadays. Everything was far too stressful to crack a joke at the brothers' expense.
Luckily, though the next topic demanded all serious from both parties as they completed the customary dance around condolences. No one wanted to talk about this with everyone’s loss far too fresh for their likening, but custom demanded it. “Thank you, Io. Your words were truly a comfort in such a trying time. They will both be sorrowly missed.” He mumbled, almost as if he was a well-trained parrot. The sincerity behind the words wasn’t there. It was just a phrase drilled into his mind over the years. In fact, Timaeus hadn’t even been aware that Io had written to the family at all. So many condolences had arrived and the new baron had been so overwhelmed with everything that he never opened a single one but instead locked them all away in Nicomedes’s old room which had been sealed shut on Tim’s orders. Maybe one day, he will be strong enough to venture in and see what others had to say, but that day would be a long time coming.
With that being said, it was safe enough for the group to move on from the subject none of them wanted to discuss. Though, Tim wasn’t too sure that the next topic was a more desirable on, thanks to his little brother.
His eyes grew wide and his expression took on a sense of disbelief when Silanos made his suggestion of how the evening would proceed now that the elder Valaoritis arrived. Truthfully, he didn’t know what brought on a more immediate panic within him; the fact that Sil now intended to give them the slip or the insinuation through his double words that Timaeus would now take on her affairs. “She only just came home!” Timaeus hissed angrily as he reached out to physically stop his brother from storming off, but his initial reaction had lost him the time he needed. All his hand grabbed was empty air.
Great, just great.
“Sil!” He called out after him out of sheer frustration, but Sil was already moving too far away for the baron’s words to be clearly heard. However, he wasn’t far enough away for the younger brother’s malice-filled words to be lost on Timaeus. Sure, Sil might be hurt that his older counterpart followed him here, but could you really blame Tim? Especially after what happened the last time the boy had been unsupervised. There was no way in hell that he was going to give his brother even the chance to find himself in a similar situation. Timaeus just couldn’t risk losing the only brother he had left.
Resolved to go after him, but he was stopped by Iolanthe’s words. She was so cheery and light-hearted in comparison to the clearly fuming baron. It forced him to pause for a moment and take a much-needed reality check. Breathing deeply, he was able to temporarily dissipate a large portion of his frustrations. Silanos was clearly hurt and they both knew that this was probably one of the last nights he had before Timaeus would double down on reigning him in. Although the Kotases were nearby, this was still a public event. They wouldn’t try anything and Sil knew better than to stir up trouble tonight. He would be fine. Timaeus had nothing to fear.
Shaking his head, he turned back to his cousin and said with a light laugh; the kind that was a mixture of disbelief, frustration, and held no trace of actual humor, “That boy… I swear he’s more trouble than what he’s worth.” He didn’t mean it, truly. Silanos was his brother, after all. Timaeus had already proved he was willing to do almost anything to protect him. It was just frustrating that the younger Valaoritis tried to undermine his efforts at every turn completely ignorant of the fact that his efforts were perhaps too much for the younger boy to bear.
“He won’t always be like this.” He said in a reassuring manner, though if it was for Iolanthe or Tim, it was anyone’s guess, “We’ll be heading back to Eubocris in a few days, he’ll finally start taking on his responsibilities as my heir then.” The mention of heirs made Timaeus’s mind drift to the other Peisistratos who wasn’t here tonight, Iolanthe’s infirm brother Isidore. Confined to his bed and able to do anything for himself beside make the occasional noise. Timaeus hadn’t seen the man himself, but he did have a special interest in knowing his condition. Due to their blood relations, his father and her mother being siblings, Isidore was second in line to take over the province after Silanos. It wasn’t an ideal situation, to say the least. Although he would never admit it out loud, that was another reason as to why Timaeus was desperate to ensure his brother was safe at all times. He didn’t want a man who couldn’t even move in charge of his family’s lands.
When the possibility of Tim reintroducing her to the Kotas family came up, Timaeus internally balked. After what happened the other night? No, the Valaoritis family needed to lie low until the memory of what happened was no longer quite as fresh. “I… err… rather not… not right now.” He stammered out taking Iolanthe’s arm and leading her away from the royal family. His pace was quick and if she looked carefully, she’d see hints of panic in his eyes. Yeah, no. He was not interacting with them. Not until he had to.
Once they were near the edges of the crowd and out of sight of the Kotases, Sil, and any other notable people, he calmed a bit. Realizing that he might have just accidentally revealed more than he wished, Timaeus tried to cover his behavior up with a hurried explanation. “Sorry about that. I don’t want them seeing me like this.” As he said this, he motioned to his mottled face and this explanation was true. (It was embarrassing to have to greet the princes with a black and blue face.) It just wasn’t the whole truth. He could only hope that it was an explanation that Io would accept.
His mind quickly flicked back to his brother’s parting words and Timaeus decided to use them to cleverly change the subject before Io pushed too hard for the details of that chaotic night, “I know Sil meant it as a jab, but he was he actually being serious? You don’t need me to be your guardian, right?”
He secretly hoped that she would say no, that her family in Arcanes could handle it all, but based on his luck so far… well, it looks like Tim may have another responsibility to add to his ever-growing list.
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Timaeus should have known that Silanos wouldn’t take kindly to his sudden appearance. He could tell from the moment that he approached, that the sour expression on Silanos’s face meant that he was most certainly less than pleased, but what could the brother do? The young baron shrugged the boy’s concerns off as he turned to warmly greet their newly reunited cousin with a hug.
When they broke apart, Timaeus winced slightly when she reached up to touch the bruise covering his face. Although it was no longer fresh and caused him the same amount of pain that it did on that night, it was still sore when prodded. “Trouble is such a strong word cousin.” He said with a tense laugh, not being able to truly hide how tense things were for Timaeus at least. He was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to implode on them. Some people may say that laughter may be the best medicine, but it truly did nothing for Tim nowadays. Everything was far too stressful to crack a joke at the brothers' expense.
Luckily, though the next topic demanded all serious from both parties as they completed the customary dance around condolences. No one wanted to talk about this with everyone’s loss far too fresh for their likening, but custom demanded it. “Thank you, Io. Your words were truly a comfort in such a trying time. They will both be sorrowly missed.” He mumbled, almost as if he was a well-trained parrot. The sincerity behind the words wasn’t there. It was just a phrase drilled into his mind over the years. In fact, Timaeus hadn’t even been aware that Io had written to the family at all. So many condolences had arrived and the new baron had been so overwhelmed with everything that he never opened a single one but instead locked them all away in Nicomedes’s old room which had been sealed shut on Tim’s orders. Maybe one day, he will be strong enough to venture in and see what others had to say, but that day would be a long time coming.
With that being said, it was safe enough for the group to move on from the subject none of them wanted to discuss. Though, Tim wasn’t too sure that the next topic was a more desirable on, thanks to his little brother.
His eyes grew wide and his expression took on a sense of disbelief when Silanos made his suggestion of how the evening would proceed now that the elder Valaoritis arrived. Truthfully, he didn’t know what brought on a more immediate panic within him; the fact that Sil now intended to give them the slip or the insinuation through his double words that Timaeus would now take on her affairs. “She only just came home!” Timaeus hissed angrily as he reached out to physically stop his brother from storming off, but his initial reaction had lost him the time he needed. All his hand grabbed was empty air.
Great, just great.
“Sil!” He called out after him out of sheer frustration, but Sil was already moving too far away for the baron’s words to be clearly heard. However, he wasn’t far enough away for the younger brother’s malice-filled words to be lost on Timaeus. Sure, Sil might be hurt that his older counterpart followed him here, but could you really blame Tim? Especially after what happened the last time the boy had been unsupervised. There was no way in hell that he was going to give his brother even the chance to find himself in a similar situation. Timaeus just couldn’t risk losing the only brother he had left.
Resolved to go after him, but he was stopped by Iolanthe’s words. She was so cheery and light-hearted in comparison to the clearly fuming baron. It forced him to pause for a moment and take a much-needed reality check. Breathing deeply, he was able to temporarily dissipate a large portion of his frustrations. Silanos was clearly hurt and they both knew that this was probably one of the last nights he had before Timaeus would double down on reigning him in. Although the Kotases were nearby, this was still a public event. They wouldn’t try anything and Sil knew better than to stir up trouble tonight. He would be fine. Timaeus had nothing to fear.
Shaking his head, he turned back to his cousin and said with a light laugh; the kind that was a mixture of disbelief, frustration, and held no trace of actual humor, “That boy… I swear he’s more trouble than what he’s worth.” He didn’t mean it, truly. Silanos was his brother, after all. Timaeus had already proved he was willing to do almost anything to protect him. It was just frustrating that the younger Valaoritis tried to undermine his efforts at every turn completely ignorant of the fact that his efforts were perhaps too much for the younger boy to bear.
“He won’t always be like this.” He said in a reassuring manner, though if it was for Iolanthe or Tim, it was anyone’s guess, “We’ll be heading back to Eubocris in a few days, he’ll finally start taking on his responsibilities as my heir then.” The mention of heirs made Timaeus’s mind drift to the other Peisistratos who wasn’t here tonight, Iolanthe’s infirm brother Isidore. Confined to his bed and able to do anything for himself beside make the occasional noise. Timaeus hadn’t seen the man himself, but he did have a special interest in knowing his condition. Due to their blood relations, his father and her mother being siblings, Isidore was second in line to take over the province after Silanos. It wasn’t an ideal situation, to say the least. Although he would never admit it out loud, that was another reason as to why Timaeus was desperate to ensure his brother was safe at all times. He didn’t want a man who couldn’t even move in charge of his family’s lands.
When the possibility of Tim reintroducing her to the Kotas family came up, Timaeus internally balked. After what happened the other night? No, the Valaoritis family needed to lie low until the memory of what happened was no longer quite as fresh. “I… err… rather not… not right now.” He stammered out taking Iolanthe’s arm and leading her away from the royal family. His pace was quick and if she looked carefully, she’d see hints of panic in his eyes. Yeah, no. He was not interacting with them. Not until he had to.
Once they were near the edges of the crowd and out of sight of the Kotases, Sil, and any other notable people, he calmed a bit. Realizing that he might have just accidentally revealed more than he wished, Timaeus tried to cover his behavior up with a hurried explanation. “Sorry about that. I don’t want them seeing me like this.” As he said this, he motioned to his mottled face and this explanation was true. (It was embarrassing to have to greet the princes with a black and blue face.) It just wasn’t the whole truth. He could only hope that it was an explanation that Io would accept.
His mind quickly flicked back to his brother’s parting words and Timaeus decided to use them to cleverly change the subject before Io pushed too hard for the details of that chaotic night, “I know Sil meant it as a jab, but he was he actually being serious? You don’t need me to be your guardian, right?”
He secretly hoped that she would say no, that her family in Arcanes could handle it all, but based on his luck so far… well, it looks like Tim may have another responsibility to add to his ever-growing list.
Timaeus should have known that Silanos wouldn’t take kindly to his sudden appearance. He could tell from the moment that he approached, that the sour expression on Silanos’s face meant that he was most certainly less than pleased, but what could the brother do? The young baron shrugged the boy’s concerns off as he turned to warmly greet their newly reunited cousin with a hug.
When they broke apart, Timaeus winced slightly when she reached up to touch the bruise covering his face. Although it was no longer fresh and caused him the same amount of pain that it did on that night, it was still sore when prodded. “Trouble is such a strong word cousin.” He said with a tense laugh, not being able to truly hide how tense things were for Timaeus at least. He was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to implode on them. Some people may say that laughter may be the best medicine, but it truly did nothing for Tim nowadays. Everything was far too stressful to crack a joke at the brothers' expense.
Luckily, though the next topic demanded all serious from both parties as they completed the customary dance around condolences. No one wanted to talk about this with everyone’s loss far too fresh for their likening, but custom demanded it. “Thank you, Io. Your words were truly a comfort in such a trying time. They will both be sorrowly missed.” He mumbled, almost as if he was a well-trained parrot. The sincerity behind the words wasn’t there. It was just a phrase drilled into his mind over the years. In fact, Timaeus hadn’t even been aware that Io had written to the family at all. So many condolences had arrived and the new baron had been so overwhelmed with everything that he never opened a single one but instead locked them all away in Nicomedes’s old room which had been sealed shut on Tim’s orders. Maybe one day, he will be strong enough to venture in and see what others had to say, but that day would be a long time coming.
With that being said, it was safe enough for the group to move on from the subject none of them wanted to discuss. Though, Tim wasn’t too sure that the next topic was a more desirable on, thanks to his little brother.
His eyes grew wide and his expression took on a sense of disbelief when Silanos made his suggestion of how the evening would proceed now that the elder Valaoritis arrived. Truthfully, he didn’t know what brought on a more immediate panic within him; the fact that Sil now intended to give them the slip or the insinuation through his double words that Timaeus would now take on her affairs. “She only just came home!” Timaeus hissed angrily as he reached out to physically stop his brother from storming off, but his initial reaction had lost him the time he needed. All his hand grabbed was empty air.
Great, just great.
“Sil!” He called out after him out of sheer frustration, but Sil was already moving too far away for the baron’s words to be clearly heard. However, he wasn’t far enough away for the younger brother’s malice-filled words to be lost on Timaeus. Sure, Sil might be hurt that his older counterpart followed him here, but could you really blame Tim? Especially after what happened the last time the boy had been unsupervised. There was no way in hell that he was going to give his brother even the chance to find himself in a similar situation. Timaeus just couldn’t risk losing the only brother he had left.
Resolved to go after him, but he was stopped by Iolanthe’s words. She was so cheery and light-hearted in comparison to the clearly fuming baron. It forced him to pause for a moment and take a much-needed reality check. Breathing deeply, he was able to temporarily dissipate a large portion of his frustrations. Silanos was clearly hurt and they both knew that this was probably one of the last nights he had before Timaeus would double down on reigning him in. Although the Kotases were nearby, this was still a public event. They wouldn’t try anything and Sil knew better than to stir up trouble tonight. He would be fine. Timaeus had nothing to fear.
Shaking his head, he turned back to his cousin and said with a light laugh; the kind that was a mixture of disbelief, frustration, and held no trace of actual humor, “That boy… I swear he’s more trouble than what he’s worth.” He didn’t mean it, truly. Silanos was his brother, after all. Timaeus had already proved he was willing to do almost anything to protect him. It was just frustrating that the younger Valaoritis tried to undermine his efforts at every turn completely ignorant of the fact that his efforts were perhaps too much for the younger boy to bear.
“He won’t always be like this.” He said in a reassuring manner, though if it was for Iolanthe or Tim, it was anyone’s guess, “We’ll be heading back to Eubocris in a few days, he’ll finally start taking on his responsibilities as my heir then.” The mention of heirs made Timaeus’s mind drift to the other Peisistratos who wasn’t here tonight, Iolanthe’s infirm brother Isidore. Confined to his bed and able to do anything for himself beside make the occasional noise. Timaeus hadn’t seen the man himself, but he did have a special interest in knowing his condition. Due to their blood relations, his father and her mother being siblings, Isidore was second in line to take over the province after Silanos. It wasn’t an ideal situation, to say the least. Although he would never admit it out loud, that was another reason as to why Timaeus was desperate to ensure his brother was safe at all times. He didn’t want a man who couldn’t even move in charge of his family’s lands.
When the possibility of Tim reintroducing her to the Kotas family came up, Timaeus internally balked. After what happened the other night? No, the Valaoritis family needed to lie low until the memory of what happened was no longer quite as fresh. “I… err… rather not… not right now.” He stammered out taking Iolanthe’s arm and leading her away from the royal family. His pace was quick and if she looked carefully, she’d see hints of panic in his eyes. Yeah, no. He was not interacting with them. Not until he had to.
Once they were near the edges of the crowd and out of sight of the Kotases, Sil, and any other notable people, he calmed a bit. Realizing that he might have just accidentally revealed more than he wished, Timaeus tried to cover his behavior up with a hurried explanation. “Sorry about that. I don’t want them seeing me like this.” As he said this, he motioned to his mottled face and this explanation was true. (It was embarrassing to have to greet the princes with a black and blue face.) It just wasn’t the whole truth. He could only hope that it was an explanation that Io would accept.
His mind quickly flicked back to his brother’s parting words and Timaeus decided to use them to cleverly change the subject before Io pushed too hard for the details of that chaotic night, “I know Sil meant it as a jab, but he was he actually being serious? You don’t need me to be your guardian, right?”
He secretly hoped that she would say no, that her family in Arcanes could handle it all, but based on his luck so far… well, it looks like Tim may have another responsibility to add to his ever-growing list.
Her eyes were watchful as she followed the two ladies weaving through the thickening crowds of what was slowly descending into becoming quite the festival. Smiling as Asia hesitated at the bow, she shook her head good-naturedly at the young girl. "You'll get a fine one - your brother will make sure of it. Do you not trust him?" she murmured in response, chuckling as they headed towards the music.
Yet the lively tempo, the lights and the sounds, paired with the amount of people filtering into the Midas harbor meant trying to keep track of two nobles ladies proved to be a harder task then it was. Add on to the fact that Nike had pretty much taught Asia everything she knew about sneaking away - and when one added skill to an already sneaky mind and a cunning way with words. When the Lady Imeeya had invited Asia to dance, Nike had been content to hang back. Never one taught to dance before, as much as she would have enjoyed it (for one would see her fingers unconsciously tapping along with the music if one watched closely), she knew it was not her place.
So the commander hung back as the two ladies danced, thinking it was fine to allow her eye to wander - until she caught sight of a young, curled hair boy darting in their direction.
Young Prince Dion? Her brows furrowed. While he may be old enough now, the crowds in the harbor opening was enough that Nike wouldn't leave the young preteen alone. Dangers lurked in every corner, and the royal family was prime target for anyone unhappy with their rule.
Momentarily glancing up to ensure Asia and Imeeya was still around, Nike chalked them off when she saw Imeeya's face in the dancing crowds, and turned to attend to Dion as he came running to her after seeing Asia. Almost immediately, Nike bent down to catch the excitable young prince when he began chattring away animatedly to her about his dagger that he had evidently recently received from one of his uncles. A wielder of daggers herself, Nike was quick to promise the young boy that he would get lessons from the commander when and if there was the time. Studying the dagger briefly, she looked up...
... And could not spot the young head of the youngest princess at all.
"Dion, come with me." she murmured, taking the hand of the young prince, she tugged as her eyes roamed the area, sharp eyes trying and failing to seek out where both her charges were, all the time cursing Vangelis in her head. She'd like to see him watching over two of the most notorious noble ladies in the kingdom, and see how he'd keep his head straight with them.
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Her eyes were watchful as she followed the two ladies weaving through the thickening crowds of what was slowly descending into becoming quite the festival. Smiling as Asia hesitated at the bow, she shook her head good-naturedly at the young girl. "You'll get a fine one - your brother will make sure of it. Do you not trust him?" she murmured in response, chuckling as they headed towards the music.
Yet the lively tempo, the lights and the sounds, paired with the amount of people filtering into the Midas harbor meant trying to keep track of two nobles ladies proved to be a harder task then it was. Add on to the fact that Nike had pretty much taught Asia everything she knew about sneaking away - and when one added skill to an already sneaky mind and a cunning way with words. When the Lady Imeeya had invited Asia to dance, Nike had been content to hang back. Never one taught to dance before, as much as she would have enjoyed it (for one would see her fingers unconsciously tapping along with the music if one watched closely), she knew it was not her place.
So the commander hung back as the two ladies danced, thinking it was fine to allow her eye to wander - until she caught sight of a young, curled hair boy darting in their direction.
Young Prince Dion? Her brows furrowed. While he may be old enough now, the crowds in the harbor opening was enough that Nike wouldn't leave the young preteen alone. Dangers lurked in every corner, and the royal family was prime target for anyone unhappy with their rule.
Momentarily glancing up to ensure Asia and Imeeya was still around, Nike chalked them off when she saw Imeeya's face in the dancing crowds, and turned to attend to Dion as he came running to her after seeing Asia. Almost immediately, Nike bent down to catch the excitable young prince when he began chattring away animatedly to her about his dagger that he had evidently recently received from one of his uncles. A wielder of daggers herself, Nike was quick to promise the young boy that he would get lessons from the commander when and if there was the time. Studying the dagger briefly, she looked up...
... And could not spot the young head of the youngest princess at all.
"Dion, come with me." she murmured, taking the hand of the young prince, she tugged as her eyes roamed the area, sharp eyes trying and failing to seek out where both her charges were, all the time cursing Vangelis in her head. She'd like to see him watching over two of the most notorious noble ladies in the kingdom, and see how he'd keep his head straight with them.
Her eyes were watchful as she followed the two ladies weaving through the thickening crowds of what was slowly descending into becoming quite the festival. Smiling as Asia hesitated at the bow, she shook her head good-naturedly at the young girl. "You'll get a fine one - your brother will make sure of it. Do you not trust him?" she murmured in response, chuckling as they headed towards the music.
Yet the lively tempo, the lights and the sounds, paired with the amount of people filtering into the Midas harbor meant trying to keep track of two nobles ladies proved to be a harder task then it was. Add on to the fact that Nike had pretty much taught Asia everything she knew about sneaking away - and when one added skill to an already sneaky mind and a cunning way with words. When the Lady Imeeya had invited Asia to dance, Nike had been content to hang back. Never one taught to dance before, as much as she would have enjoyed it (for one would see her fingers unconsciously tapping along with the music if one watched closely), she knew it was not her place.
So the commander hung back as the two ladies danced, thinking it was fine to allow her eye to wander - until she caught sight of a young, curled hair boy darting in their direction.
Young Prince Dion? Her brows furrowed. While he may be old enough now, the crowds in the harbor opening was enough that Nike wouldn't leave the young preteen alone. Dangers lurked in every corner, and the royal family was prime target for anyone unhappy with their rule.
Momentarily glancing up to ensure Asia and Imeeya was still around, Nike chalked them off when she saw Imeeya's face in the dancing crowds, and turned to attend to Dion as he came running to her after seeing Asia. Almost immediately, Nike bent down to catch the excitable young prince when he began chattring away animatedly to her about his dagger that he had evidently recently received from one of his uncles. A wielder of daggers herself, Nike was quick to promise the young boy that he would get lessons from the commander when and if there was the time. Studying the dagger briefly, she looked up...
... And could not spot the young head of the youngest princess at all.
"Dion, come with me." she murmured, taking the hand of the young prince, she tugged as her eyes roamed the area, sharp eyes trying and failing to seek out where both her charges were, all the time cursing Vangelis in her head. She'd like to see him watching over two of the most notorious noble ladies in the kingdom, and see how he'd keep his head straight with them.
Sil had rolled his eyes a little when Io laughed at his defensive words. He couldn't stay angry with her for in truth it did sound a little silly in his ears as well. He smiled when she took his arm and started to plan out the rest of their night. But Tim had to ruin it all by showing up. It also seemed that his older brother really didn't like his idea of escorting their older cousin, but he really didn't care at the moment. "So what?" He had growled back underneath his breath before stomping off after saying what he had to say.
Ignoring Tim's angry calls of his name from behind, Sil quickly made his escaped after Io gave her permission for him to do so. He wasn't going to stick around those two any more than he had to. He wasn't saying that his cousin was a stick in the mud (Tim was very much so), but he just rather not spend too much time with any of his relatives at the moment. He was getting a little sick of them and just wanted to be alone and have one last night of freedom.
Weaving in and out of the crowds, Sil finally came to a stop near the dancing crowd. He scanned the throng of people hoping to catch an eye or two of the passing maidens. The young lord smirked slightly when a pair of pretty green eyes found him and gave him a wink before holding out her hands towards him in a welcoming gesture. He snagged the offered hand, and the young woman pulled him into a comfortable embrace with her arms around his neck. 'Have I ever seen you around before, handsome?' The woman purred, as they swayed along to the lively music. He shook his head, his dark hair tumbling around his face, as he replied easily, "No if we were to have met before, I would have remembered you, beautiful." He moved his own arms to come to a rest around the young woman's ample hips.
He was about to say more, but suddenly his partner was rudely bumped to the side, and other female came into his field of view. Sil recognized the voice before he realized who the person was. All the pleasant feeling rushed out of his body all at once, and the young man felt that he had been plunged into a bucket of cold water. He stumbled backward when Athanasia pushed in towards the edge of the crowd. "Good evening Your Highness..." He croaked, panic rising from the pit of his stomach as he looked around to see if anyone had followed her. So far so good, no familiar faces. Turning back to the fuming princess, he said quickly, too quickly, "What? No, of course not, milady. I'm not avoiding you at all. Why would I do such a thing like that?" His mind tried to spin a plausible tale to tell the girl so he could make his escape, but none came to him.
The hurt and irritation within Athanasia's eyes made Sil feel guilty as the two of them stopped at a secluded place. Usually, he would be rather happy about the situation he was in, but not at the moment. Probably it's because he actually liked this female in front of him and didn't want her to be in any sort of trouble as well as him wanting his head to be firmly on his body. "Please, milady, you shouldn't be here with me right now. It's not good for you or me. " He pleaded, hoping he wouldn't start babbling in front of her. He usually talked a lot when he got nervous about something. He tried to move to the side, but Athanasia grabbed his arm, stopping him.
Sil wiggled a little in her grasp, desperately wanted to flee without hurting her physically or emotionally. If he had been in this type of situation with her in a different time and place, then he would have no problem with it, however not now, not was so much at stake. He tried one last time, his tone soft and pleading as he begged, "Angel, please. Please do as I say and let me go. If you don't, I'll die." As he said that, his blue eyes widen, so did the girl's eyes. Shit, he had revealed too much. Watching Anthanasia open her mouth, the young lord knew what she was about to ask and did the only thing he could think of doing to stop a female from talking. Shooting a quick glance around him, making sure no one was around, he cupped the young woman's face with both of his hands and pressed a kiss upon her lips. He felt Athanasia close her eyes, her eyelashes tickling his face. Thank the Gods. Releasing her quickly, as if the kiss had burned him, he slipped away without looking backward.
His heart, his eyes, as well as lips, burned as he hurried off towards the night market's entrance. He knew he shouldn't have kissed Athanasia, but what else could he have done to stop her from asking the obvious question. Well, the deed had been done, he could do nothing to rewind the past. Now all he could do was pray. Sil prayed to any of the listening Gods to have luck at his side. He was in no mood to get caught by any of the princes nor the young man who was by Athanasia's side. All his buoyant spirit from earlier had vanished as well as his good mood, and all he wanted to do was to get the hell out of Midas and to his utter surprise, back home to Eubocris. Perhaps he could be safer there than at the capitol.
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Sil had rolled his eyes a little when Io laughed at his defensive words. He couldn't stay angry with her for in truth it did sound a little silly in his ears as well. He smiled when she took his arm and started to plan out the rest of their night. But Tim had to ruin it all by showing up. It also seemed that his older brother really didn't like his idea of escorting their older cousin, but he really didn't care at the moment. "So what?" He had growled back underneath his breath before stomping off after saying what he had to say.
Ignoring Tim's angry calls of his name from behind, Sil quickly made his escaped after Io gave her permission for him to do so. He wasn't going to stick around those two any more than he had to. He wasn't saying that his cousin was a stick in the mud (Tim was very much so), but he just rather not spend too much time with any of his relatives at the moment. He was getting a little sick of them and just wanted to be alone and have one last night of freedom.
Weaving in and out of the crowds, Sil finally came to a stop near the dancing crowd. He scanned the throng of people hoping to catch an eye or two of the passing maidens. The young lord smirked slightly when a pair of pretty green eyes found him and gave him a wink before holding out her hands towards him in a welcoming gesture. He snagged the offered hand, and the young woman pulled him into a comfortable embrace with her arms around his neck. 'Have I ever seen you around before, handsome?' The woman purred, as they swayed along to the lively music. He shook his head, his dark hair tumbling around his face, as he replied easily, "No if we were to have met before, I would have remembered you, beautiful." He moved his own arms to come to a rest around the young woman's ample hips.
He was about to say more, but suddenly his partner was rudely bumped to the side, and other female came into his field of view. Sil recognized the voice before he realized who the person was. All the pleasant feeling rushed out of his body all at once, and the young man felt that he had been plunged into a bucket of cold water. He stumbled backward when Athanasia pushed in towards the edge of the crowd. "Good evening Your Highness..." He croaked, panic rising from the pit of his stomach as he looked around to see if anyone had followed her. So far so good, no familiar faces. Turning back to the fuming princess, he said quickly, too quickly, "What? No, of course not, milady. I'm not avoiding you at all. Why would I do such a thing like that?" His mind tried to spin a plausible tale to tell the girl so he could make his escape, but none came to him.
The hurt and irritation within Athanasia's eyes made Sil feel guilty as the two of them stopped at a secluded place. Usually, he would be rather happy about the situation he was in, but not at the moment. Probably it's because he actually liked this female in front of him and didn't want her to be in any sort of trouble as well as him wanting his head to be firmly on his body. "Please, milady, you shouldn't be here with me right now. It's not good for you or me. " He pleaded, hoping he wouldn't start babbling in front of her. He usually talked a lot when he got nervous about something. He tried to move to the side, but Athanasia grabbed his arm, stopping him.
Sil wiggled a little in her grasp, desperately wanted to flee without hurting her physically or emotionally. If he had been in this type of situation with her in a different time and place, then he would have no problem with it, however not now, not was so much at stake. He tried one last time, his tone soft and pleading as he begged, "Angel, please. Please do as I say and let me go. If you don't, I'll die." As he said that, his blue eyes widen, so did the girl's eyes. Shit, he had revealed too much. Watching Anthanasia open her mouth, the young lord knew what she was about to ask and did the only thing he could think of doing to stop a female from talking. Shooting a quick glance around him, making sure no one was around, he cupped the young woman's face with both of his hands and pressed a kiss upon her lips. He felt Athanasia close her eyes, her eyelashes tickling his face. Thank the Gods. Releasing her quickly, as if the kiss had burned him, he slipped away without looking backward.
His heart, his eyes, as well as lips, burned as he hurried off towards the night market's entrance. He knew he shouldn't have kissed Athanasia, but what else could he have done to stop her from asking the obvious question. Well, the deed had been done, he could do nothing to rewind the past. Now all he could do was pray. Sil prayed to any of the listening Gods to have luck at his side. He was in no mood to get caught by any of the princes nor the young man who was by Athanasia's side. All his buoyant spirit from earlier had vanished as well as his good mood, and all he wanted to do was to get the hell out of Midas and to his utter surprise, back home to Eubocris. Perhaps he could be safer there than at the capitol.
Sil had rolled his eyes a little when Io laughed at his defensive words. He couldn't stay angry with her for in truth it did sound a little silly in his ears as well. He smiled when she took his arm and started to plan out the rest of their night. But Tim had to ruin it all by showing up. It also seemed that his older brother really didn't like his idea of escorting their older cousin, but he really didn't care at the moment. "So what?" He had growled back underneath his breath before stomping off after saying what he had to say.
Ignoring Tim's angry calls of his name from behind, Sil quickly made his escaped after Io gave her permission for him to do so. He wasn't going to stick around those two any more than he had to. He wasn't saying that his cousin was a stick in the mud (Tim was very much so), but he just rather not spend too much time with any of his relatives at the moment. He was getting a little sick of them and just wanted to be alone and have one last night of freedom.
Weaving in and out of the crowds, Sil finally came to a stop near the dancing crowd. He scanned the throng of people hoping to catch an eye or two of the passing maidens. The young lord smirked slightly when a pair of pretty green eyes found him and gave him a wink before holding out her hands towards him in a welcoming gesture. He snagged the offered hand, and the young woman pulled him into a comfortable embrace with her arms around his neck. 'Have I ever seen you around before, handsome?' The woman purred, as they swayed along to the lively music. He shook his head, his dark hair tumbling around his face, as he replied easily, "No if we were to have met before, I would have remembered you, beautiful." He moved his own arms to come to a rest around the young woman's ample hips.
He was about to say more, but suddenly his partner was rudely bumped to the side, and other female came into his field of view. Sil recognized the voice before he realized who the person was. All the pleasant feeling rushed out of his body all at once, and the young man felt that he had been plunged into a bucket of cold water. He stumbled backward when Athanasia pushed in towards the edge of the crowd. "Good evening Your Highness..." He croaked, panic rising from the pit of his stomach as he looked around to see if anyone had followed her. So far so good, no familiar faces. Turning back to the fuming princess, he said quickly, too quickly, "What? No, of course not, milady. I'm not avoiding you at all. Why would I do such a thing like that?" His mind tried to spin a plausible tale to tell the girl so he could make his escape, but none came to him.
The hurt and irritation within Athanasia's eyes made Sil feel guilty as the two of them stopped at a secluded place. Usually, he would be rather happy about the situation he was in, but not at the moment. Probably it's because he actually liked this female in front of him and didn't want her to be in any sort of trouble as well as him wanting his head to be firmly on his body. "Please, milady, you shouldn't be here with me right now. It's not good for you or me. " He pleaded, hoping he wouldn't start babbling in front of her. He usually talked a lot when he got nervous about something. He tried to move to the side, but Athanasia grabbed his arm, stopping him.
Sil wiggled a little in her grasp, desperately wanted to flee without hurting her physically or emotionally. If he had been in this type of situation with her in a different time and place, then he would have no problem with it, however not now, not was so much at stake. He tried one last time, his tone soft and pleading as he begged, "Angel, please. Please do as I say and let me go. If you don't, I'll die." As he said that, his blue eyes widen, so did the girl's eyes. Shit, he had revealed too much. Watching Anthanasia open her mouth, the young lord knew what she was about to ask and did the only thing he could think of doing to stop a female from talking. Shooting a quick glance around him, making sure no one was around, he cupped the young woman's face with both of his hands and pressed a kiss upon her lips. He felt Athanasia close her eyes, her eyelashes tickling his face. Thank the Gods. Releasing her quickly, as if the kiss had burned him, he slipped away without looking backward.
His heart, his eyes, as well as lips, burned as he hurried off towards the night market's entrance. He knew he shouldn't have kissed Athanasia, but what else could he have done to stop her from asking the obvious question. Well, the deed had been done, he could do nothing to rewind the past. Now all he could do was pray. Sil prayed to any of the listening Gods to have luck at his side. He was in no mood to get caught by any of the princes nor the young man who was by Athanasia's side. All his buoyant spirit from earlier had vanished as well as his good mood, and all he wanted to do was to get the hell out of Midas and to his utter surprise, back home to Eubocris. Perhaps he could be safer there than at the capitol.
Iolanthe stood back, lips pursed and brow raised as she watched the scuffle between the two brothers. With the matching bruises, terse words, and clear tension in the air it was no secret to the cousin who had for many years grown up watching the two of them interact that something was amiss. What it was was none of her business and so she interested herself instead on watching the passers by, giving smiles and nods to those who made eye contact. It had been so long since she'd been home there were few faces she could recognize right off the bat.
Tim's words brought her back from her self-inflicted distractions and she smiled softly, patting his hand and giving it a squeeze before looking up at him knowingly. The reassurances were for himself, not her. It was a difficult situation, with the only other male heir after Silanos being her brother. Isidore was in no fit state to run Arcanes, much less take on the Valaoritis lands as well, and none of them yet had children to pass on the baton when their time came and they crossed over the Styx. It was all the more reason she hoped to marry again soon, praying daily that this time when she found herself with child again it would stick.
"He is young and foolish, as we all once were. Have a little faith Tim, whatever he has done cannot be undone somehow."
Prepared to walk on to meet the other nobles she paused at Tim's reluctance, frowning slightly and glancing over once more at their retreating figures before giving a shrug and allowing him to guide her in another direction. There would be more time no doubt, and with Galatea's connections she would meet people soon enough. She was happy to wander in the meantime, taking in the sights of the harbor that was so familiar and so strange all at once. It had been years since she had last been to this place and the changes, especially after the storm, were evident.
His question brought her pause and she took a moment to study a wooden carving before returning it to the vendor with a smile and a compliment. As the eldest...functioning male member of her family the responsibility of guardianship fell to him, but given his current state and the obvious dread in his voice it seemed as if he might seek to place it elsewhere. She'd never been a widow before, never lived outside the confines of either her immediate family or a marriage. She hadn't the faintest idea of how to go about finding and securing a proper match on her own.
"I suppose...if you were pressed elsewhere as my brother's wife Galatea could take it on. I was simply hoping if you had any connections, any friends or knowledge of who might be suitable, you could advise me in regards to my next marriage. If it's too much, I'm sure I'll be alright. The gods will provide."
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Iolanthe stood back, lips pursed and brow raised as she watched the scuffle between the two brothers. With the matching bruises, terse words, and clear tension in the air it was no secret to the cousin who had for many years grown up watching the two of them interact that something was amiss. What it was was none of her business and so she interested herself instead on watching the passers by, giving smiles and nods to those who made eye contact. It had been so long since she'd been home there were few faces she could recognize right off the bat.
Tim's words brought her back from her self-inflicted distractions and she smiled softly, patting his hand and giving it a squeeze before looking up at him knowingly. The reassurances were for himself, not her. It was a difficult situation, with the only other male heir after Silanos being her brother. Isidore was in no fit state to run Arcanes, much less take on the Valaoritis lands as well, and none of them yet had children to pass on the baton when their time came and they crossed over the Styx. It was all the more reason she hoped to marry again soon, praying daily that this time when she found herself with child again it would stick.
"He is young and foolish, as we all once were. Have a little faith Tim, whatever he has done cannot be undone somehow."
Prepared to walk on to meet the other nobles she paused at Tim's reluctance, frowning slightly and glancing over once more at their retreating figures before giving a shrug and allowing him to guide her in another direction. There would be more time no doubt, and with Galatea's connections she would meet people soon enough. She was happy to wander in the meantime, taking in the sights of the harbor that was so familiar and so strange all at once. It had been years since she had last been to this place and the changes, especially after the storm, were evident.
His question brought her pause and she took a moment to study a wooden carving before returning it to the vendor with a smile and a compliment. As the eldest...functioning male member of her family the responsibility of guardianship fell to him, but given his current state and the obvious dread in his voice it seemed as if he might seek to place it elsewhere. She'd never been a widow before, never lived outside the confines of either her immediate family or a marriage. She hadn't the faintest idea of how to go about finding and securing a proper match on her own.
"I suppose...if you were pressed elsewhere as my brother's wife Galatea could take it on. I was simply hoping if you had any connections, any friends or knowledge of who might be suitable, you could advise me in regards to my next marriage. If it's too much, I'm sure I'll be alright. The gods will provide."
Iolanthe stood back, lips pursed and brow raised as she watched the scuffle between the two brothers. With the matching bruises, terse words, and clear tension in the air it was no secret to the cousin who had for many years grown up watching the two of them interact that something was amiss. What it was was none of her business and so she interested herself instead on watching the passers by, giving smiles and nods to those who made eye contact. It had been so long since she'd been home there were few faces she could recognize right off the bat.
Tim's words brought her back from her self-inflicted distractions and she smiled softly, patting his hand and giving it a squeeze before looking up at him knowingly. The reassurances were for himself, not her. It was a difficult situation, with the only other male heir after Silanos being her brother. Isidore was in no fit state to run Arcanes, much less take on the Valaoritis lands as well, and none of them yet had children to pass on the baton when their time came and they crossed over the Styx. It was all the more reason she hoped to marry again soon, praying daily that this time when she found herself with child again it would stick.
"He is young and foolish, as we all once were. Have a little faith Tim, whatever he has done cannot be undone somehow."
Prepared to walk on to meet the other nobles she paused at Tim's reluctance, frowning slightly and glancing over once more at their retreating figures before giving a shrug and allowing him to guide her in another direction. There would be more time no doubt, and with Galatea's connections she would meet people soon enough. She was happy to wander in the meantime, taking in the sights of the harbor that was so familiar and so strange all at once. It had been years since she had last been to this place and the changes, especially after the storm, were evident.
His question brought her pause and she took a moment to study a wooden carving before returning it to the vendor with a smile and a compliment. As the eldest...functioning male member of her family the responsibility of guardianship fell to him, but given his current state and the obvious dread in his voice it seemed as if he might seek to place it elsewhere. She'd never been a widow before, never lived outside the confines of either her immediate family or a marriage. She hadn't the faintest idea of how to go about finding and securing a proper match on her own.
"I suppose...if you were pressed elsewhere as my brother's wife Galatea could take it on. I was simply hoping if you had any connections, any friends or knowledge of who might be suitable, you could advise me in regards to my next marriage. If it's too much, I'm sure I'll be alright. The gods will provide."
It was funny - that all it took was one comforting touch of Zanon, the way his hands curled protectively over hers, and Evras felt the worries of how society viewed her fall away like water off a duck's back. Oh, give her time and she'll likely notice it again, but Evras knew better then to outwardly show how it effected her. The fact that she and her husband now stood arm in arm in a way they have not in years merely made the whispers louder.
But she simply did not care at this point.
Watching with a light laugh as Dion ran off to meet Asia, who seemed to be just slipping away with her cousin, the commander Nike a shadow behind their backs, her husband's words dragged her gaze back to him, just in time for the kiss to land on her temple, a simple touch of his lips that wrapped her chest with the intense love and warmth she had for the man by her side.
Leaning against him as they strolled with their family, Evras consciously made the effort to not check on where Dion was, trusting the commander and her son to keep himself safe. Instead, the princess let her eyes roam the stalls with the wares on sale, occasionally pausing to examine a bauble or two more. Along with Zanon, Evras would smile at the vendors he greeted, performing her duty as a prince's wife as she has been trained to do, for once actually meaning her smile.
Progressing on, the woman tucked her dark locks behind her ears to prevent the sea breeze from tangling them up further, her eyes wandering before stopping upon a stall displaying various jewelry and shiny decorative items. Halting her steps at one of them, Evras picked up a ruby-studded necklace, grinning as she placed it on her neck and did a twirl for Zanon, almost tripping over her own feet. "Oops. Looks like jewelry and I don't agree." she murmured, laughing lightly to herself as she thanked the vendor, before slinging her arm through her husband's arms, eyes wandering again.
"Where is Asia?" the woman suddenly asked, noticing her young sister in law was nowhere in sight. Had they not mentioned they were going dancing? Curious, Evras tossed a look at Vangelis, and then to her own husband, the unspoken question in her eyes.
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It was funny - that all it took was one comforting touch of Zanon, the way his hands curled protectively over hers, and Evras felt the worries of how society viewed her fall away like water off a duck's back. Oh, give her time and she'll likely notice it again, but Evras knew better then to outwardly show how it effected her. The fact that she and her husband now stood arm in arm in a way they have not in years merely made the whispers louder.
But she simply did not care at this point.
Watching with a light laugh as Dion ran off to meet Asia, who seemed to be just slipping away with her cousin, the commander Nike a shadow behind their backs, her husband's words dragged her gaze back to him, just in time for the kiss to land on her temple, a simple touch of his lips that wrapped her chest with the intense love and warmth she had for the man by her side.
Leaning against him as they strolled with their family, Evras consciously made the effort to not check on where Dion was, trusting the commander and her son to keep himself safe. Instead, the princess let her eyes roam the stalls with the wares on sale, occasionally pausing to examine a bauble or two more. Along with Zanon, Evras would smile at the vendors he greeted, performing her duty as a prince's wife as she has been trained to do, for once actually meaning her smile.
Progressing on, the woman tucked her dark locks behind her ears to prevent the sea breeze from tangling them up further, her eyes wandering before stopping upon a stall displaying various jewelry and shiny decorative items. Halting her steps at one of them, Evras picked up a ruby-studded necklace, grinning as she placed it on her neck and did a twirl for Zanon, almost tripping over her own feet. "Oops. Looks like jewelry and I don't agree." she murmured, laughing lightly to herself as she thanked the vendor, before slinging her arm through her husband's arms, eyes wandering again.
"Where is Asia?" the woman suddenly asked, noticing her young sister in law was nowhere in sight. Had they not mentioned they were going dancing? Curious, Evras tossed a look at Vangelis, and then to her own husband, the unspoken question in her eyes.
It was funny - that all it took was one comforting touch of Zanon, the way his hands curled protectively over hers, and Evras felt the worries of how society viewed her fall away like water off a duck's back. Oh, give her time and she'll likely notice it again, but Evras knew better then to outwardly show how it effected her. The fact that she and her husband now stood arm in arm in a way they have not in years merely made the whispers louder.
But she simply did not care at this point.
Watching with a light laugh as Dion ran off to meet Asia, who seemed to be just slipping away with her cousin, the commander Nike a shadow behind their backs, her husband's words dragged her gaze back to him, just in time for the kiss to land on her temple, a simple touch of his lips that wrapped her chest with the intense love and warmth she had for the man by her side.
Leaning against him as they strolled with their family, Evras consciously made the effort to not check on where Dion was, trusting the commander and her son to keep himself safe. Instead, the princess let her eyes roam the stalls with the wares on sale, occasionally pausing to examine a bauble or two more. Along with Zanon, Evras would smile at the vendors he greeted, performing her duty as a prince's wife as she has been trained to do, for once actually meaning her smile.
Progressing on, the woman tucked her dark locks behind her ears to prevent the sea breeze from tangling them up further, her eyes wandering before stopping upon a stall displaying various jewelry and shiny decorative items. Halting her steps at one of them, Evras picked up a ruby-studded necklace, grinning as she placed it on her neck and did a twirl for Zanon, almost tripping over her own feet. "Oops. Looks like jewelry and I don't agree." she murmured, laughing lightly to herself as she thanked the vendor, before slinging her arm through her husband's arms, eyes wandering again.
"Where is Asia?" the woman suddenly asked, noticing her young sister in law was nowhere in sight. Had they not mentioned they were going dancing? Curious, Evras tossed a look at Vangelis, and then to her own husband, the unspoken question in her eyes.
When Dion came over, Imeeya sighed. She thought her chance to escape the group was completely blown. She knew how much the kid liked to follow Asia around. Imeeya grinned as the princess managed to divert Dion’s attention, and Imeeya took Nike’s moment of distraction as an opportunity to slip off into the crowd, expecting that Athanasia would be following along behind her. Imeeya couldn’t believe her luck that the two of them had managed to give their guard the slip. Imeeya grinned widely as she bounced along to the rhythm of the music, scanning the crowd for a potential dance partner. It was always more fun dancing if you could find a partner who knew the steps. Imeeya spotted one man out in the crowd who seemed to have some potential.
She turned around to ask Asia what she thought of the potential dance partner when she noticed that the princess was now completely missing. Imeeya had thought that Asia was right behind her. She immediately forgot about finding a dance partner and started scanning the crowd for any sign of her cousin. As much as Imeeya didn’t want to be babysat all night, she also knew that there was safety in numbers, and didn’t want to find herself alone in a risky situation. Imeeya pushed through the crowd. ”Asia!”she shouted, but her voice was drowned out in the music and the chatter of the crowd. Imeeya started back towards where she had last seen Athanasia when she spotted a flutter of a deep blue chiton out of the corner of her eye. Imeeya pushed through the crowd in that direction, only to discover that she couldn’t find what she thought she had seen. Imeeya kept scanning the area, looking in the direction that she had thought she saw the fluttering of fabric moving.
Imeeya was almost ready to give up on her search and was debating whether she should go tell Vangelis that she had lost her cousin when her eyes landed on a shadowed corner on the edge of the market, a woman with a chiton of the same color’s as Athanasia’s, kissing a man. Imeeya almost dismissed the idea that it was her cousin out of hand until the man pulled away and slipped off into the darkness. For a moment, Imeeya stared at the scene stunned, he jaw hanging open. She knew Athanasia wasn’t one to follow the rules, but she never expected such scandalous behavior from her cousin. Asia should know better; it could mean her reputation and as a princess, that was something that she needed to be careful of. Imeeya noticed that her mouth was hanging open and closed it abruptly. That snapped her out of her stunned reaction and ignited an anger at Asia for what she had done.
Imeeya stormed over to the princess. “Asia! There you are. I didn’t know where you had gotten to.” Imeeya’s eyes flashed with anger. She tried to open her mouth to address what she had just observed, but she couldn’t seem to form the words. It was still hard to believe that her cousin would be so inappropriate in such a public place.
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When Dion came over, Imeeya sighed. She thought her chance to escape the group was completely blown. She knew how much the kid liked to follow Asia around. Imeeya grinned as the princess managed to divert Dion’s attention, and Imeeya took Nike’s moment of distraction as an opportunity to slip off into the crowd, expecting that Athanasia would be following along behind her. Imeeya couldn’t believe her luck that the two of them had managed to give their guard the slip. Imeeya grinned widely as she bounced along to the rhythm of the music, scanning the crowd for a potential dance partner. It was always more fun dancing if you could find a partner who knew the steps. Imeeya spotted one man out in the crowd who seemed to have some potential.
She turned around to ask Asia what she thought of the potential dance partner when she noticed that the princess was now completely missing. Imeeya had thought that Asia was right behind her. She immediately forgot about finding a dance partner and started scanning the crowd for any sign of her cousin. As much as Imeeya didn’t want to be babysat all night, she also knew that there was safety in numbers, and didn’t want to find herself alone in a risky situation. Imeeya pushed through the crowd. ”Asia!”she shouted, but her voice was drowned out in the music and the chatter of the crowd. Imeeya started back towards where she had last seen Athanasia when she spotted a flutter of a deep blue chiton out of the corner of her eye. Imeeya pushed through the crowd in that direction, only to discover that she couldn’t find what she thought she had seen. Imeeya kept scanning the area, looking in the direction that she had thought she saw the fluttering of fabric moving.
Imeeya was almost ready to give up on her search and was debating whether she should go tell Vangelis that she had lost her cousin when her eyes landed on a shadowed corner on the edge of the market, a woman with a chiton of the same color’s as Athanasia’s, kissing a man. Imeeya almost dismissed the idea that it was her cousin out of hand until the man pulled away and slipped off into the darkness. For a moment, Imeeya stared at the scene stunned, he jaw hanging open. She knew Athanasia wasn’t one to follow the rules, but she never expected such scandalous behavior from her cousin. Asia should know better; it could mean her reputation and as a princess, that was something that she needed to be careful of. Imeeya noticed that her mouth was hanging open and closed it abruptly. That snapped her out of her stunned reaction and ignited an anger at Asia for what she had done.
Imeeya stormed over to the princess. “Asia! There you are. I didn’t know where you had gotten to.” Imeeya’s eyes flashed with anger. She tried to open her mouth to address what she had just observed, but she couldn’t seem to form the words. It was still hard to believe that her cousin would be so inappropriate in such a public place.
When Dion came over, Imeeya sighed. She thought her chance to escape the group was completely blown. She knew how much the kid liked to follow Asia around. Imeeya grinned as the princess managed to divert Dion’s attention, and Imeeya took Nike’s moment of distraction as an opportunity to slip off into the crowd, expecting that Athanasia would be following along behind her. Imeeya couldn’t believe her luck that the two of them had managed to give their guard the slip. Imeeya grinned widely as she bounced along to the rhythm of the music, scanning the crowd for a potential dance partner. It was always more fun dancing if you could find a partner who knew the steps. Imeeya spotted one man out in the crowd who seemed to have some potential.
She turned around to ask Asia what she thought of the potential dance partner when she noticed that the princess was now completely missing. Imeeya had thought that Asia was right behind her. She immediately forgot about finding a dance partner and started scanning the crowd for any sign of her cousin. As much as Imeeya didn’t want to be babysat all night, she also knew that there was safety in numbers, and didn’t want to find herself alone in a risky situation. Imeeya pushed through the crowd. ”Asia!”she shouted, but her voice was drowned out in the music and the chatter of the crowd. Imeeya started back towards where she had last seen Athanasia when she spotted a flutter of a deep blue chiton out of the corner of her eye. Imeeya pushed through the crowd in that direction, only to discover that she couldn’t find what she thought she had seen. Imeeya kept scanning the area, looking in the direction that she had thought she saw the fluttering of fabric moving.
Imeeya was almost ready to give up on her search and was debating whether she should go tell Vangelis that she had lost her cousin when her eyes landed on a shadowed corner on the edge of the market, a woman with a chiton of the same color’s as Athanasia’s, kissing a man. Imeeya almost dismissed the idea that it was her cousin out of hand until the man pulled away and slipped off into the darkness. For a moment, Imeeya stared at the scene stunned, he jaw hanging open. She knew Athanasia wasn’t one to follow the rules, but she never expected such scandalous behavior from her cousin. Asia should know better; it could mean her reputation and as a princess, that was something that she needed to be careful of. Imeeya noticed that her mouth was hanging open and closed it abruptly. That snapped her out of her stunned reaction and ignited an anger at Asia for what she had done.
Imeeya stormed over to the princess. “Asia! There you are. I didn’t know where you had gotten to.” Imeeya’s eyes flashed with anger. She tried to open her mouth to address what she had just observed, but she couldn’t seem to form the words. It was still hard to believe that her cousin would be so inappropriate in such a public place.
It was an event that all of Colchis has been waiting for, a bright light that people looked forward to after the disastrous events that had wrecked their harbor and caused the economy of the kingdom to take a nosedive for the few weeks in which the harbor had been closed, and merchants and commoner alike had used the time to recuperate from the damage the rage of the Gods had wrecked on their wares, home and daily life. Strolling along the streets and hidden lanes, Magnus greeted people by their first names, smiling and engaging in light conversation as he walked.
The way he was addressed, it was obvious that the dark-haired male came often to these parts, from the way he was offered a warm, freshly toasted slice of rye bread, to the way in which young children would run to him for a hug, as if they were an uncle he had not seen in too long.
While Magnus could not say he had been entirely happy with being grounded due to the harbor being closed, the master informer to the royal family found his way to being useful. As it was, Magnus already had plans to set sail to Taengea upon sunrise, to make it in time for the coronation of the new King after the shocking events that led to the death of the previous King. After that, he was due to head to Athenia to witness the Senate meeting that may or may not change the rules and history of how the crown passes, before returning home to Colchis again. His informants in various kingdoms have done their best to keep him informed via pigeon mail, but he had always been the type to witness such events himself. There was so much more he could catch through his own eyes after all. Nuances of actions, choice of words, intonation, even down to the minute movements of someone's hands or quirk of eye, all of them would be able to tell Magnus way more then word of mouth ever could.
For tonight however, he was content to linger in the background.
Leto had bugged him to come, and doting brother that Magnus was, he had agreed, allowing Leto to get caught up in the dancing that had begun in the centre square as he wandered away to connect with the various amounts of people he knew, until the royal carriage had rumbled up, people gathering, all eager to see for themselves that the rumor was true, and that the Crown Prince was alive and well.
He didn't need the confirmation. Standing in his heavy leather boots, black pants tucked into the leather and is wheat colored tunic layered over with a leather vest, Magnus looked like a vision of confidence as he watched the rest of Midas stream towards the royal family, a brow raised in surprise when he noticed the wife of Prince Zanon arrive soon after with her husband in a carriage. Last he had heard, there had been an argument outside of the Kotas residences that had escalated between husband and wife just a few days ago. His dark irises registered mild surprise at how affectionate they now seemed with each other, but considering how they have barely been seen out of the residence since the argument, Magnus could've guessed as much.
As the princess darted away, followed by Lady Imeeya and the crown prince's personal bodyguard, Magnus smiled in greeting to Prince Vangelis and Prince Zanon, an easy greeting that Magnus only did from his familiarity with the royal family, equal amounts of due respect given to the family which he had served over the past years. Just as he was about to weave his way through the thickening crowds as more people streamed in to join the fun, a loud call of a name made Magnus turn his head, blinking in surprise when he recognized the young baron of Valaoritis, a house he knew was in charge of the rocky province called Eubocris, and was rarely seen in the city. He had been reported to have taken his new duties as a baron well following the surprise death of his elder brother... yet Magnus found the story of the House Valaroitis one that intrigued him. Something he will look further in upon conclusion of his latest business in Taengea.
His brows furrowed, noting the hurried way in which Lord Timaeus took the arms of a lady whose back faced him, the quickened pace immediately stirring Magnus's curiosity. Looking back and noting the royal family looked entrenched in their own matters, the master informer was quick to change his direction, heading towards the baron of Eubocris. He intended to simply observe from afar, considering how the younger of the two brothers had ran off for some reason.
Plans had a way of changing though.
As he approached, his eyes widened when he noticed the familiar features of the lady on the baron's arm. His photographic memory had, in all honesty, been one of Magnus's greatest features when it came to his career. The ability to remember all of his cases, all the scrolls his read, and to retain information for as long as needed. All it took was one read through for him to recall everything word by word - which helped greatly when he was taking a peek at something he perhaps was not allowed access to.
This was a decidedly different situation however. He remembered her, a smile that had been shy when they had first met, he young and still hopeful in his new career path. A fresh upstair in Midas, who still made weekly trips then, Magnus had been exploring the city, ended up at the harbor where he would have almost knocked the Lady Iolanthe into the water had his reflexes not been quick enough to catch her back, steadying her on her feet. She had informed him then that she was about to travel to meet her future husband, and Magnus had reassured her then, that when she returned, Colchis would be waiting for her, as her home was a rocky kingdom that stood strong against the changing weathers.
So now she has returned.
Galatea? Lady Galatea of Pesistratos was her sister in law? He has heard of the glorious lady with a withering husband, the accident of the baron was questionable, but it wasn't something that Magnus had been called upon to look into. Instead, his curious mind had merely casted the case aside unless it came up again, keeping an ear to the ground whenever Lady Galatea threw one of her lavish villa parties, but his recent travels to the other kingdoms meant Magnus had yet to have a chance to keep up, and the appearance of the Lady Iolanthe at the harbor reopening now had thoroughly piqued is interest.
"Perhaps I could be of assistance, Lord Timaeus?" Magnus's soft voice announced his arrival, his usual charming smile in place as he made himself known to the baron and the lady on his arms. Arms behind him, he strolled to stand next to Timaeus, nodding a head at the baron and then turning his dark eyes on the lady, a sparkle of recognition in there. Would she remember him? It has been almost a decade afterall.
"Lady Iolanthe, it has been a long while. I'm glad to see you returned to Colchis." he greeted, bending at his waist as a form of respectful greeting. Like it or not, Magnus was no man of noble birth, and technicalities aside, all of these people outranked him, even if he technically knew most about all of them. Turning his attention to Timaeus, Magnus's smile was congenial and friendly whilst he spoke.
"I know that your barony and your brother means you have a lot on your plate, Lord Timaeus. Perhaps I could put in a good word to the King and royal family? Lady Iolanthe could even come as my companion to court, if she would want. I would not mind a fair lady such as she as my escort, if said lady does not mind."
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It was an event that all of Colchis has been waiting for, a bright light that people looked forward to after the disastrous events that had wrecked their harbor and caused the economy of the kingdom to take a nosedive for the few weeks in which the harbor had been closed, and merchants and commoner alike had used the time to recuperate from the damage the rage of the Gods had wrecked on their wares, home and daily life. Strolling along the streets and hidden lanes, Magnus greeted people by their first names, smiling and engaging in light conversation as he walked.
The way he was addressed, it was obvious that the dark-haired male came often to these parts, from the way he was offered a warm, freshly toasted slice of rye bread, to the way in which young children would run to him for a hug, as if they were an uncle he had not seen in too long.
While Magnus could not say he had been entirely happy with being grounded due to the harbor being closed, the master informer to the royal family found his way to being useful. As it was, Magnus already had plans to set sail to Taengea upon sunrise, to make it in time for the coronation of the new King after the shocking events that led to the death of the previous King. After that, he was due to head to Athenia to witness the Senate meeting that may or may not change the rules and history of how the crown passes, before returning home to Colchis again. His informants in various kingdoms have done their best to keep him informed via pigeon mail, but he had always been the type to witness such events himself. There was so much more he could catch through his own eyes after all. Nuances of actions, choice of words, intonation, even down to the minute movements of someone's hands or quirk of eye, all of them would be able to tell Magnus way more then word of mouth ever could.
For tonight however, he was content to linger in the background.
Leto had bugged him to come, and doting brother that Magnus was, he had agreed, allowing Leto to get caught up in the dancing that had begun in the centre square as he wandered away to connect with the various amounts of people he knew, until the royal carriage had rumbled up, people gathering, all eager to see for themselves that the rumor was true, and that the Crown Prince was alive and well.
He didn't need the confirmation. Standing in his heavy leather boots, black pants tucked into the leather and is wheat colored tunic layered over with a leather vest, Magnus looked like a vision of confidence as he watched the rest of Midas stream towards the royal family, a brow raised in surprise when he noticed the wife of Prince Zanon arrive soon after with her husband in a carriage. Last he had heard, there had been an argument outside of the Kotas residences that had escalated between husband and wife just a few days ago. His dark irises registered mild surprise at how affectionate they now seemed with each other, but considering how they have barely been seen out of the residence since the argument, Magnus could've guessed as much.
As the princess darted away, followed by Lady Imeeya and the crown prince's personal bodyguard, Magnus smiled in greeting to Prince Vangelis and Prince Zanon, an easy greeting that Magnus only did from his familiarity with the royal family, equal amounts of due respect given to the family which he had served over the past years. Just as he was about to weave his way through the thickening crowds as more people streamed in to join the fun, a loud call of a name made Magnus turn his head, blinking in surprise when he recognized the young baron of Valaoritis, a house he knew was in charge of the rocky province called Eubocris, and was rarely seen in the city. He had been reported to have taken his new duties as a baron well following the surprise death of his elder brother... yet Magnus found the story of the House Valaroitis one that intrigued him. Something he will look further in upon conclusion of his latest business in Taengea.
His brows furrowed, noting the hurried way in which Lord Timaeus took the arms of a lady whose back faced him, the quickened pace immediately stirring Magnus's curiosity. Looking back and noting the royal family looked entrenched in their own matters, the master informer was quick to change his direction, heading towards the baron of Eubocris. He intended to simply observe from afar, considering how the younger of the two brothers had ran off for some reason.
Plans had a way of changing though.
As he approached, his eyes widened when he noticed the familiar features of the lady on the baron's arm. His photographic memory had, in all honesty, been one of Magnus's greatest features when it came to his career. The ability to remember all of his cases, all the scrolls his read, and to retain information for as long as needed. All it took was one read through for him to recall everything word by word - which helped greatly when he was taking a peek at something he perhaps was not allowed access to.
This was a decidedly different situation however. He remembered her, a smile that had been shy when they had first met, he young and still hopeful in his new career path. A fresh upstair in Midas, who still made weekly trips then, Magnus had been exploring the city, ended up at the harbor where he would have almost knocked the Lady Iolanthe into the water had his reflexes not been quick enough to catch her back, steadying her on her feet. She had informed him then that she was about to travel to meet her future husband, and Magnus had reassured her then, that when she returned, Colchis would be waiting for her, as her home was a rocky kingdom that stood strong against the changing weathers.
So now she has returned.
Galatea? Lady Galatea of Pesistratos was her sister in law? He has heard of the glorious lady with a withering husband, the accident of the baron was questionable, but it wasn't something that Magnus had been called upon to look into. Instead, his curious mind had merely casted the case aside unless it came up again, keeping an ear to the ground whenever Lady Galatea threw one of her lavish villa parties, but his recent travels to the other kingdoms meant Magnus had yet to have a chance to keep up, and the appearance of the Lady Iolanthe at the harbor reopening now had thoroughly piqued is interest.
"Perhaps I could be of assistance, Lord Timaeus?" Magnus's soft voice announced his arrival, his usual charming smile in place as he made himself known to the baron and the lady on his arms. Arms behind him, he strolled to stand next to Timaeus, nodding a head at the baron and then turning his dark eyes on the lady, a sparkle of recognition in there. Would she remember him? It has been almost a decade afterall.
"Lady Iolanthe, it has been a long while. I'm glad to see you returned to Colchis." he greeted, bending at his waist as a form of respectful greeting. Like it or not, Magnus was no man of noble birth, and technicalities aside, all of these people outranked him, even if he technically knew most about all of them. Turning his attention to Timaeus, Magnus's smile was congenial and friendly whilst he spoke.
"I know that your barony and your brother means you have a lot on your plate, Lord Timaeus. Perhaps I could put in a good word to the King and royal family? Lady Iolanthe could even come as my companion to court, if she would want. I would not mind a fair lady such as she as my escort, if said lady does not mind."
It was an event that all of Colchis has been waiting for, a bright light that people looked forward to after the disastrous events that had wrecked their harbor and caused the economy of the kingdom to take a nosedive for the few weeks in which the harbor had been closed, and merchants and commoner alike had used the time to recuperate from the damage the rage of the Gods had wrecked on their wares, home and daily life. Strolling along the streets and hidden lanes, Magnus greeted people by their first names, smiling and engaging in light conversation as he walked.
The way he was addressed, it was obvious that the dark-haired male came often to these parts, from the way he was offered a warm, freshly toasted slice of rye bread, to the way in which young children would run to him for a hug, as if they were an uncle he had not seen in too long.
While Magnus could not say he had been entirely happy with being grounded due to the harbor being closed, the master informer to the royal family found his way to being useful. As it was, Magnus already had plans to set sail to Taengea upon sunrise, to make it in time for the coronation of the new King after the shocking events that led to the death of the previous King. After that, he was due to head to Athenia to witness the Senate meeting that may or may not change the rules and history of how the crown passes, before returning home to Colchis again. His informants in various kingdoms have done their best to keep him informed via pigeon mail, but he had always been the type to witness such events himself. There was so much more he could catch through his own eyes after all. Nuances of actions, choice of words, intonation, even down to the minute movements of someone's hands or quirk of eye, all of them would be able to tell Magnus way more then word of mouth ever could.
For tonight however, he was content to linger in the background.
Leto had bugged him to come, and doting brother that Magnus was, he had agreed, allowing Leto to get caught up in the dancing that had begun in the centre square as he wandered away to connect with the various amounts of people he knew, until the royal carriage had rumbled up, people gathering, all eager to see for themselves that the rumor was true, and that the Crown Prince was alive and well.
He didn't need the confirmation. Standing in his heavy leather boots, black pants tucked into the leather and is wheat colored tunic layered over with a leather vest, Magnus looked like a vision of confidence as he watched the rest of Midas stream towards the royal family, a brow raised in surprise when he noticed the wife of Prince Zanon arrive soon after with her husband in a carriage. Last he had heard, there had been an argument outside of the Kotas residences that had escalated between husband and wife just a few days ago. His dark irises registered mild surprise at how affectionate they now seemed with each other, but considering how they have barely been seen out of the residence since the argument, Magnus could've guessed as much.
As the princess darted away, followed by Lady Imeeya and the crown prince's personal bodyguard, Magnus smiled in greeting to Prince Vangelis and Prince Zanon, an easy greeting that Magnus only did from his familiarity with the royal family, equal amounts of due respect given to the family which he had served over the past years. Just as he was about to weave his way through the thickening crowds as more people streamed in to join the fun, a loud call of a name made Magnus turn his head, blinking in surprise when he recognized the young baron of Valaoritis, a house he knew was in charge of the rocky province called Eubocris, and was rarely seen in the city. He had been reported to have taken his new duties as a baron well following the surprise death of his elder brother... yet Magnus found the story of the House Valaroitis one that intrigued him. Something he will look further in upon conclusion of his latest business in Taengea.
His brows furrowed, noting the hurried way in which Lord Timaeus took the arms of a lady whose back faced him, the quickened pace immediately stirring Magnus's curiosity. Looking back and noting the royal family looked entrenched in their own matters, the master informer was quick to change his direction, heading towards the baron of Eubocris. He intended to simply observe from afar, considering how the younger of the two brothers had ran off for some reason.
Plans had a way of changing though.
As he approached, his eyes widened when he noticed the familiar features of the lady on the baron's arm. His photographic memory had, in all honesty, been one of Magnus's greatest features when it came to his career. The ability to remember all of his cases, all the scrolls his read, and to retain information for as long as needed. All it took was one read through for him to recall everything word by word - which helped greatly when he was taking a peek at something he perhaps was not allowed access to.
This was a decidedly different situation however. He remembered her, a smile that had been shy when they had first met, he young and still hopeful in his new career path. A fresh upstair in Midas, who still made weekly trips then, Magnus had been exploring the city, ended up at the harbor where he would have almost knocked the Lady Iolanthe into the water had his reflexes not been quick enough to catch her back, steadying her on her feet. She had informed him then that she was about to travel to meet her future husband, and Magnus had reassured her then, that when she returned, Colchis would be waiting for her, as her home was a rocky kingdom that stood strong against the changing weathers.
So now she has returned.
Galatea? Lady Galatea of Pesistratos was her sister in law? He has heard of the glorious lady with a withering husband, the accident of the baron was questionable, but it wasn't something that Magnus had been called upon to look into. Instead, his curious mind had merely casted the case aside unless it came up again, keeping an ear to the ground whenever Lady Galatea threw one of her lavish villa parties, but his recent travels to the other kingdoms meant Magnus had yet to have a chance to keep up, and the appearance of the Lady Iolanthe at the harbor reopening now had thoroughly piqued is interest.
"Perhaps I could be of assistance, Lord Timaeus?" Magnus's soft voice announced his arrival, his usual charming smile in place as he made himself known to the baron and the lady on his arms. Arms behind him, he strolled to stand next to Timaeus, nodding a head at the baron and then turning his dark eyes on the lady, a sparkle of recognition in there. Would she remember him? It has been almost a decade afterall.
"Lady Iolanthe, it has been a long while. I'm glad to see you returned to Colchis." he greeted, bending at his waist as a form of respectful greeting. Like it or not, Magnus was no man of noble birth, and technicalities aside, all of these people outranked him, even if he technically knew most about all of them. Turning his attention to Timaeus, Magnus's smile was congenial and friendly whilst he spoke.
"I know that your barony and your brother means you have a lot on your plate, Lord Timaeus. Perhaps I could put in a good word to the King and royal family? Lady Iolanthe could even come as my companion to court, if she would want. I would not mind a fair lady such as she as my escort, if said lady does not mind."
Asking Silanos why he was avoiding her, Asia couldn't answer why she wanted to know. After their meeting in her home, watching him become lost there before seeing his smiled when they talked, she admitted to herself that she was fascinated by him. So when she saw him at the festival, seemingly looking everywhere but where they were standing, Asia found herself hurt. What did she do to have a possible new friend avoid her in such a way? She could hear her name being shouted but Asia wanted answers.
When she saw as he danced with another woman, seeing him flirt with her, Asia would never have guessed the feeling that rushed through her was jealousy. Never having experienced anything like it before, she just reacted as she bumped the other woman away and confronting Silanos as to why. All the thrill she felt when she saw him vanished as his own merriment at seeing her standing there disappeared into a look of, what Asia thought as, disappointment. Pushing him back, bulling her way for an answer, the look of panic confused her. "I don't know, why would you? Did I do something to make you not want to be friends with me anymore?" Hurt, irritation, and pain washed through her as she asked that she almost missed his comment about it not being good for them to be with him right then. Watching as he tried to move, she grabbed his arm to stop him without even thinking about it. "What do you mean?"
Athanasia didn't know what to think about Silanos' actions or what he said, confused as he tried to pull away again, gentle enough that she noted that he did everything to not hurt her. Was it because she was the princess, or because of something else? His next statement shocked her as he tells her one very good reason on why he wanted to get away, even as she didn't understand why as her eyes opened wide in surprise. He'll die? Why? "Wh-?" Before Asia could even voice her thought, Silanos gently cupped her face and kissed her.
Her first kiss, having never been given anything like that before, Asia struggled a moment as she voiced a soft muffled sound of protest before a new warmth settled in. It was a feeling that had her stopping her struggle as her breath seemed to catch, she didn't even notice her eyes closing on their own volition as everything else seemed to fade away. It was a moment as if they were the only two around before Silanos let her go quickly and ran off without even looking back. What had just happened? Opening her eyes slowly, not seeing Silanos anywhere in sight, Athanasia didn't know if she should smile or if she should cry and rage at the suddenness of everything.
Touching her still tingling lips in a slight daze, Asia could hear someone come up as they snipped her name, turning to see her cousin. As if in a dream, Asia blinked a little as she noted her cousin's anger in her gaze. "I didn't mean to vanish, I had seen someone. I thought he was a friend of mine though I hadn't seen him in a long while. I was going to ask him how he had been, but he left before I could.." It wasn't a lie since she was going to ask after he answered her own questions first, but Asia left out the surprise kiss, not even believing that it happened herself. "Ready to go dance, or maybe find a stall that is selling honeycakes?" Giving Imeeya her best smile, she realized that she hadn't moved her fingertips from her lower lip as she felt the tingle in a not so unpleasant way, dropping her hand quickly as if she were caught doing something she knew she shouldn't.
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Asking Silanos why he was avoiding her, Asia couldn't answer why she wanted to know. After their meeting in her home, watching him become lost there before seeing his smiled when they talked, she admitted to herself that she was fascinated by him. So when she saw him at the festival, seemingly looking everywhere but where they were standing, Asia found herself hurt. What did she do to have a possible new friend avoid her in such a way? She could hear her name being shouted but Asia wanted answers.
When she saw as he danced with another woman, seeing him flirt with her, Asia would never have guessed the feeling that rushed through her was jealousy. Never having experienced anything like it before, she just reacted as she bumped the other woman away and confronting Silanos as to why. All the thrill she felt when she saw him vanished as his own merriment at seeing her standing there disappeared into a look of, what Asia thought as, disappointment. Pushing him back, bulling her way for an answer, the look of panic confused her. "I don't know, why would you? Did I do something to make you not want to be friends with me anymore?" Hurt, irritation, and pain washed through her as she asked that she almost missed his comment about it not being good for them to be with him right then. Watching as he tried to move, she grabbed his arm to stop him without even thinking about it. "What do you mean?"
Athanasia didn't know what to think about Silanos' actions or what he said, confused as he tried to pull away again, gentle enough that she noted that he did everything to not hurt her. Was it because she was the princess, or because of something else? His next statement shocked her as he tells her one very good reason on why he wanted to get away, even as she didn't understand why as her eyes opened wide in surprise. He'll die? Why? "Wh-?" Before Asia could even voice her thought, Silanos gently cupped her face and kissed her.
Her first kiss, having never been given anything like that before, Asia struggled a moment as she voiced a soft muffled sound of protest before a new warmth settled in. It was a feeling that had her stopping her struggle as her breath seemed to catch, she didn't even notice her eyes closing on their own volition as everything else seemed to fade away. It was a moment as if they were the only two around before Silanos let her go quickly and ran off without even looking back. What had just happened? Opening her eyes slowly, not seeing Silanos anywhere in sight, Athanasia didn't know if she should smile or if she should cry and rage at the suddenness of everything.
Touching her still tingling lips in a slight daze, Asia could hear someone come up as they snipped her name, turning to see her cousin. As if in a dream, Asia blinked a little as she noted her cousin's anger in her gaze. "I didn't mean to vanish, I had seen someone. I thought he was a friend of mine though I hadn't seen him in a long while. I was going to ask him how he had been, but he left before I could.." It wasn't a lie since she was going to ask after he answered her own questions first, but Asia left out the surprise kiss, not even believing that it happened herself. "Ready to go dance, or maybe find a stall that is selling honeycakes?" Giving Imeeya her best smile, she realized that she hadn't moved her fingertips from her lower lip as she felt the tingle in a not so unpleasant way, dropping her hand quickly as if she were caught doing something she knew she shouldn't.
Asking Silanos why he was avoiding her, Asia couldn't answer why she wanted to know. After their meeting in her home, watching him become lost there before seeing his smiled when they talked, she admitted to herself that she was fascinated by him. So when she saw him at the festival, seemingly looking everywhere but where they were standing, Asia found herself hurt. What did she do to have a possible new friend avoid her in such a way? She could hear her name being shouted but Asia wanted answers.
When she saw as he danced with another woman, seeing him flirt with her, Asia would never have guessed the feeling that rushed through her was jealousy. Never having experienced anything like it before, she just reacted as she bumped the other woman away and confronting Silanos as to why. All the thrill she felt when she saw him vanished as his own merriment at seeing her standing there disappeared into a look of, what Asia thought as, disappointment. Pushing him back, bulling her way for an answer, the look of panic confused her. "I don't know, why would you? Did I do something to make you not want to be friends with me anymore?" Hurt, irritation, and pain washed through her as she asked that she almost missed his comment about it not being good for them to be with him right then. Watching as he tried to move, she grabbed his arm to stop him without even thinking about it. "What do you mean?"
Athanasia didn't know what to think about Silanos' actions or what he said, confused as he tried to pull away again, gentle enough that she noted that he did everything to not hurt her. Was it because she was the princess, or because of something else? His next statement shocked her as he tells her one very good reason on why he wanted to get away, even as she didn't understand why as her eyes opened wide in surprise. He'll die? Why? "Wh-?" Before Asia could even voice her thought, Silanos gently cupped her face and kissed her.
Her first kiss, having never been given anything like that before, Asia struggled a moment as she voiced a soft muffled sound of protest before a new warmth settled in. It was a feeling that had her stopping her struggle as her breath seemed to catch, she didn't even notice her eyes closing on their own volition as everything else seemed to fade away. It was a moment as if they were the only two around before Silanos let her go quickly and ran off without even looking back. What had just happened? Opening her eyes slowly, not seeing Silanos anywhere in sight, Athanasia didn't know if she should smile or if she should cry and rage at the suddenness of everything.
Touching her still tingling lips in a slight daze, Asia could hear someone come up as they snipped her name, turning to see her cousin. As if in a dream, Asia blinked a little as she noted her cousin's anger in her gaze. "I didn't mean to vanish, I had seen someone. I thought he was a friend of mine though I hadn't seen him in a long while. I was going to ask him how he had been, but he left before I could.." It wasn't a lie since she was going to ask after he answered her own questions first, but Asia left out the surprise kiss, not even believing that it happened herself. "Ready to go dance, or maybe find a stall that is selling honeycakes?" Giving Imeeya her best smile, she realized that she hadn't moved her fingertips from her lower lip as she felt the tingle in a not so unpleasant way, dropping her hand quickly as if she were caught doing something she knew she shouldn't.
She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised when they were approached, it was a public event after all and there were as many people milling about as there were residents in Midas it seemed. The tenor was one she recognized, albeit faintly and as if filtering through from a dream, a long ago memory of when she had been young and life had not yet revealed half of its secrets to her. Her lips turned up in a smile as she fought to place the face ten years older than her most recent recollection with the voice and name. They had been younger then when they met on the docks.
"Magnus of...Chaossis is it not? The years have been kind to you."
She had been reaching for his surname but the look on his face gave her a smug reassurance that she had indeed been correct. Last she'd heard of him the man had taken a position as master informer, certainly an increase in standing from the obscurity of his birth. It looked well on him, and she waved a hand to try to dismiss his bowing. She'd grown tired of people bowing to her as if she were someone important when she had no rank, was simply a widow left with her dowry and the estate bestowed on her by her late husband. It was enough to help her live in comfort but she was no lady of high standing any longer.
His offer was intriguing, and Iolanthe glanced over for her cousin's reaction before looking back to the tall man before them, reaching for his arm in a familiar manner. If anyone could find and recommend a match for her who knew all things regarding all people, it would be this one before her. She couldn't deny it helped that he had a handsome face and a winning smile that made the idea of his company so appealing, but relief surged through her at the thought of having someone like him on her side.
"I think that might be what we need. Don't you, Timaeus? If you are truly so busy with your brother and other matters, and my poor sister is busy with the running of my brother's estate. Perhaps the master informer could assist us in the search."
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She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised when they were approached, it was a public event after all and there were as many people milling about as there were residents in Midas it seemed. The tenor was one she recognized, albeit faintly and as if filtering through from a dream, a long ago memory of when she had been young and life had not yet revealed half of its secrets to her. Her lips turned up in a smile as she fought to place the face ten years older than her most recent recollection with the voice and name. They had been younger then when they met on the docks.
"Magnus of...Chaossis is it not? The years have been kind to you."
She had been reaching for his surname but the look on his face gave her a smug reassurance that she had indeed been correct. Last she'd heard of him the man had taken a position as master informer, certainly an increase in standing from the obscurity of his birth. It looked well on him, and she waved a hand to try to dismiss his bowing. She'd grown tired of people bowing to her as if she were someone important when she had no rank, was simply a widow left with her dowry and the estate bestowed on her by her late husband. It was enough to help her live in comfort but she was no lady of high standing any longer.
His offer was intriguing, and Iolanthe glanced over for her cousin's reaction before looking back to the tall man before them, reaching for his arm in a familiar manner. If anyone could find and recommend a match for her who knew all things regarding all people, it would be this one before her. She couldn't deny it helped that he had a handsome face and a winning smile that made the idea of his company so appealing, but relief surged through her at the thought of having someone like him on her side.
"I think that might be what we need. Don't you, Timaeus? If you are truly so busy with your brother and other matters, and my poor sister is busy with the running of my brother's estate. Perhaps the master informer could assist us in the search."
She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised when they were approached, it was a public event after all and there were as many people milling about as there were residents in Midas it seemed. The tenor was one she recognized, albeit faintly and as if filtering through from a dream, a long ago memory of when she had been young and life had not yet revealed half of its secrets to her. Her lips turned up in a smile as she fought to place the face ten years older than her most recent recollection with the voice and name. They had been younger then when they met on the docks.
"Magnus of...Chaossis is it not? The years have been kind to you."
She had been reaching for his surname but the look on his face gave her a smug reassurance that she had indeed been correct. Last she'd heard of him the man had taken a position as master informer, certainly an increase in standing from the obscurity of his birth. It looked well on him, and she waved a hand to try to dismiss his bowing. She'd grown tired of people bowing to her as if she were someone important when she had no rank, was simply a widow left with her dowry and the estate bestowed on her by her late husband. It was enough to help her live in comfort but she was no lady of high standing any longer.
His offer was intriguing, and Iolanthe glanced over for her cousin's reaction before looking back to the tall man before them, reaching for his arm in a familiar manner. If anyone could find and recommend a match for her who knew all things regarding all people, it would be this one before her. She couldn't deny it helped that he had a handsome face and a winning smile that made the idea of his company so appealing, but relief surged through her at the thought of having someone like him on her side.
"I think that might be what we need. Don't you, Timaeus? If you are truly so busy with your brother and other matters, and my poor sister is busy with the running of my brother's estate. Perhaps the master informer could assist us in the search."
Imeeya couldn’t help but watch Asia’s hand drop from her mouth, still not able to believe how obvious the princess was being about what just happened. Imeeya frowned, trying to contain her anger but she didn’t say anything. She wasn’t normally one to back down from a confrontation, but out here in the market wasn’t the place to do it. At the very least, Athanasia deserved better than to have something like this spread. It might have been a stupid thing to do, but she didn’t deserve to have her life flipped upside down for it.
Imeeya forced a smile at the princess’s suggestion. She didn’t really feel like going dancing now, but perhaps it would be enough of a distraction from the conundrum in which she now found herself. "Yes, why don’t we go dancing now.” Imeeya glanced back towards the crowds of dancers uncertainly. She almost expected to find that they had not, in fact, lost Nike in the crowd. Imeeya could only imagine the trouble Asia would have been in then. Luckily this wasn’t the case. However, she did spot people starting to group up for a circle dance. This seemed like it would be the perfect distraction from having to deal with whatever it was that was going on with Asia and that man.
“Come on Asia, It looks like they’re starting up a Choreia. We shouldn’t miss it,” her smile was slightly more genuine as she grabbed the princess’s hand. This kind of dance was always one of her favorites, as well as one that was always a great crowd pleaser. This gave Imeeya some hope that she’d actually be able to enjoy herself, despite the fact that she was going to have to have a serious conversation with Asia later when they were somewhere more private.
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Imeeya couldn’t help but watch Asia’s hand drop from her mouth, still not able to believe how obvious the princess was being about what just happened. Imeeya frowned, trying to contain her anger but she didn’t say anything. She wasn’t normally one to back down from a confrontation, but out here in the market wasn’t the place to do it. At the very least, Athanasia deserved better than to have something like this spread. It might have been a stupid thing to do, but she didn’t deserve to have her life flipped upside down for it.
Imeeya forced a smile at the princess’s suggestion. She didn’t really feel like going dancing now, but perhaps it would be enough of a distraction from the conundrum in which she now found herself. "Yes, why don’t we go dancing now.” Imeeya glanced back towards the crowds of dancers uncertainly. She almost expected to find that they had not, in fact, lost Nike in the crowd. Imeeya could only imagine the trouble Asia would have been in then. Luckily this wasn’t the case. However, she did spot people starting to group up for a circle dance. This seemed like it would be the perfect distraction from having to deal with whatever it was that was going on with Asia and that man.
“Come on Asia, It looks like they’re starting up a Choreia. We shouldn’t miss it,” her smile was slightly more genuine as she grabbed the princess’s hand. This kind of dance was always one of her favorites, as well as one that was always a great crowd pleaser. This gave Imeeya some hope that she’d actually be able to enjoy herself, despite the fact that she was going to have to have a serious conversation with Asia later when they were somewhere more private.
Imeeya couldn’t help but watch Asia’s hand drop from her mouth, still not able to believe how obvious the princess was being about what just happened. Imeeya frowned, trying to contain her anger but she didn’t say anything. She wasn’t normally one to back down from a confrontation, but out here in the market wasn’t the place to do it. At the very least, Athanasia deserved better than to have something like this spread. It might have been a stupid thing to do, but she didn’t deserve to have her life flipped upside down for it.
Imeeya forced a smile at the princess’s suggestion. She didn’t really feel like going dancing now, but perhaps it would be enough of a distraction from the conundrum in which she now found herself. "Yes, why don’t we go dancing now.” Imeeya glanced back towards the crowds of dancers uncertainly. She almost expected to find that they had not, in fact, lost Nike in the crowd. Imeeya could only imagine the trouble Asia would have been in then. Luckily this wasn’t the case. However, she did spot people starting to group up for a circle dance. This seemed like it would be the perfect distraction from having to deal with whatever it was that was going on with Asia and that man.
“Come on Asia, It looks like they’re starting up a Choreia. We shouldn’t miss it,” her smile was slightly more genuine as she grabbed the princess’s hand. This kind of dance was always one of her favorites, as well as one that was always a great crowd pleaser. This gave Imeeya some hope that she’d actually be able to enjoy herself, despite the fact that she was going to have to have a serious conversation with Asia later when they were somewhere more private.
“Well, he’s a little more foolish than most…” He quietly grumbled in response as he lost track of Sil in the crowd. Every instinct in his body said to go after him, but because Iolanthe was there, he held back. The troubles between the brothers would stay between the brothers as far as Timaeus was concerned and besides…. This was the first time he had seen Iolanthe in practically ten years. Running off after his brother would hardly be the polite thing to do at that moment.
However, after releasing a bit of the panicked stress that had built up in his chest in the last few moments with a deep sigh, he tried to find some solace in her words. Whatever he has done cannot be undone somehow. Silanos had dodged a bullet that night and he knew it. Tim would just have to hold some faith in the notion that Sil now had a new appreciation for the gift of life. He wouldn’t try to do anything as foolish as kissing a princess again, Tim was sure of that.
He glanced over at his cousin and gave a soft smile, “Yeah, I guess.” The words were simple, but it was a major realization for Tim as for the first time since he became the baron, he relinquished some of the control he had been given two years ago. Oh gods, he still could barely believe how quickly everything had changed. How old had Tim been when he had last seen Io? 13? 14? Now, he was a man of 24, head of his household, and a captain on top of all of that. She was just a few years older, but already a widow. On the surface, the children that they were had disappeared long ago, but Timaeus hoped that the close, almost sibling-like relationship that all the Valaoritis and Peisistratos siblings shared would still be there despite all of the other changes that had happened between them.
That’s why Tim was somewhat reluctant to be her guardian. Not because he didn’t necessarily want the task itself, in theory, it should be no different than what he had to do for Galatea, but instead, he dreaded the accountability that came with it. He could be cocky and self-assured in his abilities to determine the future of his cousin when meeting with his sister-in-law in private, but seeing Iolanthe again and knowing vaguely about how unhappy she was in lands afar… He didn’t want to be the one to put her into another miserable position for the sake of continuing her family lineage because Isidore was not capable of doing so. It was for that very reason he would eventually have to decide who her next husband would be and he could only hope that whoever it was, he could be capable of bringing the status and happiness that his beloved cousin deserved.
“No, no, -- it’s fine.” Timaeus hurriedly said as Io suggested that Galatea took on the task instead. “I already have a few ideas in mind, but you only just returned to us Io. We have plenty of time to handle these kinds of things at a later date.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze at this, hopefully setting both their minds to a bit of ease over the subject. When it came time for Io to remarry, he knew that Galatea would insist that her sister-in-law had a say. The decision would never be one that he made on his own. The Baroness would flay him if he did such a thing.
Hoping to change the subject to something more pleasant, Timaeus began to speak of something else, “You should see Rox now Io, she’s hardly the child --” His voice instinctively trailed off at the end as someone new approached the pair. Timaeus may not be the best with attaching names to faces, but he certainly could recognize voices… especially the ones that belonged to men that Timaeus struggled to find trust in.
He nodded curtly when Magnus of Chaossis made his presence known to the both of them. Surely at this moment, Io could feel Timaeus tense a bit when the master informer suggested relieving Timaeus of the responsibility of serving as Io’s guardian. Like Hades I would. He bitterly thought in silence. The young baron held no confidence in the man before him and for good reason. After all, would you have faith in a man whose job it is to know everything about you and every little thing you do before you are even are aware of it yourself? Given that the Valaoritis family just seemed to be plagued with rumors, especially in recent years, Timaeus being on friendly terms with the King’s secret keeper was an unlikely thing to see -- even if the wariness was one-sided.
Timaeus did not want this man anywhere near his cousin, immediately doubting his motives. This was only heightened when Timaeus realized that Magnus mentioned the troubles he was facing with Silanos, his eyes widening in response to his words. What on earth… how could he… He silently thought as his mind raced, struggling to come up with the reasoning for why Magnus could know about what happened that night at the Kotas manor. Of course, that was what his mind jumped to not even realizing that Magnus was talking about what had occurred a few moments ago in the market.
Either way, it was almost a guarantee that Tim was not going to hand over Io to him.
At that moment, Timaeus was ready to outright deny the Master Informer of what he wanted, but Io spoke before him. Much to his chagrin, she seemed eager to accept the Master Informer’s help. He bit his inner cheek as he considered what the two of them were presenting to the young lord. Io seemed to be eager to go to court with the master informer, but Timaeus had his obvious reservations. He personally thought it was a terrible idea to just hand his cousin off to some other man, especially since this had been the first time the two families had seen each other in ten years. Yet, he couldn’t risk offending the man, especially after what the baron had done. That would just be asking for Magnus to go digging into his past. Not an ideal option either.
“Thank you for the kind offer, Sir Magnus.” Timaeus said carefully as he tried to find the right words that would temporarily appease everyone involved at that moment, “But Io --Lady Iolanthe -- has only just returned to Colchis and I know her family has missed her so. I believe it would be unwise for her to attend court so soon.” He gave a soft smile and he nervously glanced over at his cousin, worried that she might contradict him. After all, refusing to listen seemed to be a common trait within the Valaoritis/Peisistratos family lines. All the boys had it, Roxana did as well, and it would just be Tim’s luck that Io would as well.
In an attempt to not upset her, Timaeus hastily added, “However, we will sure to remember your generous offer for the future, if you’d still be willing.” The young baron secretly hoped that this would never be the case, but the stern promise Galatea forced upon him still rang true in his mind. Whatever he decided to do, Io’s happiness was to come first. As much as it pained him, the two of them seemed to have a pleasant history together. The Arcanes baroness would have his hide if word got back to her that Io was unhappy and it was Tim’s fault.
So, as much as he regretted the words before they even left his mouth, Timaeus added one final offer to the king’s secret keeper, “I’m sure though that Lady Iolanthe would be delighted if you joined us for the rest of the night’s activities, Sir Magnus.”
Oh, Timaeus could only pray that neither of them saw through his false smile.
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“Well, he’s a little more foolish than most…” He quietly grumbled in response as he lost track of Sil in the crowd. Every instinct in his body said to go after him, but because Iolanthe was there, he held back. The troubles between the brothers would stay between the brothers as far as Timaeus was concerned and besides…. This was the first time he had seen Iolanthe in practically ten years. Running off after his brother would hardly be the polite thing to do at that moment.
However, after releasing a bit of the panicked stress that had built up in his chest in the last few moments with a deep sigh, he tried to find some solace in her words. Whatever he has done cannot be undone somehow. Silanos had dodged a bullet that night and he knew it. Tim would just have to hold some faith in the notion that Sil now had a new appreciation for the gift of life. He wouldn’t try to do anything as foolish as kissing a princess again, Tim was sure of that.
He glanced over at his cousin and gave a soft smile, “Yeah, I guess.” The words were simple, but it was a major realization for Tim as for the first time since he became the baron, he relinquished some of the control he had been given two years ago. Oh gods, he still could barely believe how quickly everything had changed. How old had Tim been when he had last seen Io? 13? 14? Now, he was a man of 24, head of his household, and a captain on top of all of that. She was just a few years older, but already a widow. On the surface, the children that they were had disappeared long ago, but Timaeus hoped that the close, almost sibling-like relationship that all the Valaoritis and Peisistratos siblings shared would still be there despite all of the other changes that had happened between them.
That’s why Tim was somewhat reluctant to be her guardian. Not because he didn’t necessarily want the task itself, in theory, it should be no different than what he had to do for Galatea, but instead, he dreaded the accountability that came with it. He could be cocky and self-assured in his abilities to determine the future of his cousin when meeting with his sister-in-law in private, but seeing Iolanthe again and knowing vaguely about how unhappy she was in lands afar… He didn’t want to be the one to put her into another miserable position for the sake of continuing her family lineage because Isidore was not capable of doing so. It was for that very reason he would eventually have to decide who her next husband would be and he could only hope that whoever it was, he could be capable of bringing the status and happiness that his beloved cousin deserved.
“No, no, -- it’s fine.” Timaeus hurriedly said as Io suggested that Galatea took on the task instead. “I already have a few ideas in mind, but you only just returned to us Io. We have plenty of time to handle these kinds of things at a later date.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze at this, hopefully setting both their minds to a bit of ease over the subject. When it came time for Io to remarry, he knew that Galatea would insist that her sister-in-law had a say. The decision would never be one that he made on his own. The Baroness would flay him if he did such a thing.
Hoping to change the subject to something more pleasant, Timaeus began to speak of something else, “You should see Rox now Io, she’s hardly the child --” His voice instinctively trailed off at the end as someone new approached the pair. Timaeus may not be the best with attaching names to faces, but he certainly could recognize voices… especially the ones that belonged to men that Timaeus struggled to find trust in.
He nodded curtly when Magnus of Chaossis made his presence known to the both of them. Surely at this moment, Io could feel Timaeus tense a bit when the master informer suggested relieving Timaeus of the responsibility of serving as Io’s guardian. Like Hades I would. He bitterly thought in silence. The young baron held no confidence in the man before him and for good reason. After all, would you have faith in a man whose job it is to know everything about you and every little thing you do before you are even are aware of it yourself? Given that the Valaoritis family just seemed to be plagued with rumors, especially in recent years, Timaeus being on friendly terms with the King’s secret keeper was an unlikely thing to see -- even if the wariness was one-sided.
Timaeus did not want this man anywhere near his cousin, immediately doubting his motives. This was only heightened when Timaeus realized that Magnus mentioned the troubles he was facing with Silanos, his eyes widening in response to his words. What on earth… how could he… He silently thought as his mind raced, struggling to come up with the reasoning for why Magnus could know about what happened that night at the Kotas manor. Of course, that was what his mind jumped to not even realizing that Magnus was talking about what had occurred a few moments ago in the market.
Either way, it was almost a guarantee that Tim was not going to hand over Io to him.
At that moment, Timaeus was ready to outright deny the Master Informer of what he wanted, but Io spoke before him. Much to his chagrin, she seemed eager to accept the Master Informer’s help. He bit his inner cheek as he considered what the two of them were presenting to the young lord. Io seemed to be eager to go to court with the master informer, but Timaeus had his obvious reservations. He personally thought it was a terrible idea to just hand his cousin off to some other man, especially since this had been the first time the two families had seen each other in ten years. Yet, he couldn’t risk offending the man, especially after what the baron had done. That would just be asking for Magnus to go digging into his past. Not an ideal option either.
“Thank you for the kind offer, Sir Magnus.” Timaeus said carefully as he tried to find the right words that would temporarily appease everyone involved at that moment, “But Io --Lady Iolanthe -- has only just returned to Colchis and I know her family has missed her so. I believe it would be unwise for her to attend court so soon.” He gave a soft smile and he nervously glanced over at his cousin, worried that she might contradict him. After all, refusing to listen seemed to be a common trait within the Valaoritis/Peisistratos family lines. All the boys had it, Roxana did as well, and it would just be Tim’s luck that Io would as well.
In an attempt to not upset her, Timaeus hastily added, “However, we will sure to remember your generous offer for the future, if you’d still be willing.” The young baron secretly hoped that this would never be the case, but the stern promise Galatea forced upon him still rang true in his mind. Whatever he decided to do, Io’s happiness was to come first. As much as it pained him, the two of them seemed to have a pleasant history together. The Arcanes baroness would have his hide if word got back to her that Io was unhappy and it was Tim’s fault.
So, as much as he regretted the words before they even left his mouth, Timaeus added one final offer to the king’s secret keeper, “I’m sure though that Lady Iolanthe would be delighted if you joined us for the rest of the night’s activities, Sir Magnus.”
Oh, Timaeus could only pray that neither of them saw through his false smile.
“Well, he’s a little more foolish than most…” He quietly grumbled in response as he lost track of Sil in the crowd. Every instinct in his body said to go after him, but because Iolanthe was there, he held back. The troubles between the brothers would stay between the brothers as far as Timaeus was concerned and besides…. This was the first time he had seen Iolanthe in practically ten years. Running off after his brother would hardly be the polite thing to do at that moment.
However, after releasing a bit of the panicked stress that had built up in his chest in the last few moments with a deep sigh, he tried to find some solace in her words. Whatever he has done cannot be undone somehow. Silanos had dodged a bullet that night and he knew it. Tim would just have to hold some faith in the notion that Sil now had a new appreciation for the gift of life. He wouldn’t try to do anything as foolish as kissing a princess again, Tim was sure of that.
He glanced over at his cousin and gave a soft smile, “Yeah, I guess.” The words were simple, but it was a major realization for Tim as for the first time since he became the baron, he relinquished some of the control he had been given two years ago. Oh gods, he still could barely believe how quickly everything had changed. How old had Tim been when he had last seen Io? 13? 14? Now, he was a man of 24, head of his household, and a captain on top of all of that. She was just a few years older, but already a widow. On the surface, the children that they were had disappeared long ago, but Timaeus hoped that the close, almost sibling-like relationship that all the Valaoritis and Peisistratos siblings shared would still be there despite all of the other changes that had happened between them.
That’s why Tim was somewhat reluctant to be her guardian. Not because he didn’t necessarily want the task itself, in theory, it should be no different than what he had to do for Galatea, but instead, he dreaded the accountability that came with it. He could be cocky and self-assured in his abilities to determine the future of his cousin when meeting with his sister-in-law in private, but seeing Iolanthe again and knowing vaguely about how unhappy she was in lands afar… He didn’t want to be the one to put her into another miserable position for the sake of continuing her family lineage because Isidore was not capable of doing so. It was for that very reason he would eventually have to decide who her next husband would be and he could only hope that whoever it was, he could be capable of bringing the status and happiness that his beloved cousin deserved.
“No, no, -- it’s fine.” Timaeus hurriedly said as Io suggested that Galatea took on the task instead. “I already have a few ideas in mind, but you only just returned to us Io. We have plenty of time to handle these kinds of things at a later date.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze at this, hopefully setting both their minds to a bit of ease over the subject. When it came time for Io to remarry, he knew that Galatea would insist that her sister-in-law had a say. The decision would never be one that he made on his own. The Baroness would flay him if he did such a thing.
Hoping to change the subject to something more pleasant, Timaeus began to speak of something else, “You should see Rox now Io, she’s hardly the child --” His voice instinctively trailed off at the end as someone new approached the pair. Timaeus may not be the best with attaching names to faces, but he certainly could recognize voices… especially the ones that belonged to men that Timaeus struggled to find trust in.
He nodded curtly when Magnus of Chaossis made his presence known to the both of them. Surely at this moment, Io could feel Timaeus tense a bit when the master informer suggested relieving Timaeus of the responsibility of serving as Io’s guardian. Like Hades I would. He bitterly thought in silence. The young baron held no confidence in the man before him and for good reason. After all, would you have faith in a man whose job it is to know everything about you and every little thing you do before you are even are aware of it yourself? Given that the Valaoritis family just seemed to be plagued with rumors, especially in recent years, Timaeus being on friendly terms with the King’s secret keeper was an unlikely thing to see -- even if the wariness was one-sided.
Timaeus did not want this man anywhere near his cousin, immediately doubting his motives. This was only heightened when Timaeus realized that Magnus mentioned the troubles he was facing with Silanos, his eyes widening in response to his words. What on earth… how could he… He silently thought as his mind raced, struggling to come up with the reasoning for why Magnus could know about what happened that night at the Kotas manor. Of course, that was what his mind jumped to not even realizing that Magnus was talking about what had occurred a few moments ago in the market.
Either way, it was almost a guarantee that Tim was not going to hand over Io to him.
At that moment, Timaeus was ready to outright deny the Master Informer of what he wanted, but Io spoke before him. Much to his chagrin, she seemed eager to accept the Master Informer’s help. He bit his inner cheek as he considered what the two of them were presenting to the young lord. Io seemed to be eager to go to court with the master informer, but Timaeus had his obvious reservations. He personally thought it was a terrible idea to just hand his cousin off to some other man, especially since this had been the first time the two families had seen each other in ten years. Yet, he couldn’t risk offending the man, especially after what the baron had done. That would just be asking for Magnus to go digging into his past. Not an ideal option either.
“Thank you for the kind offer, Sir Magnus.” Timaeus said carefully as he tried to find the right words that would temporarily appease everyone involved at that moment, “But Io --Lady Iolanthe -- has only just returned to Colchis and I know her family has missed her so. I believe it would be unwise for her to attend court so soon.” He gave a soft smile and he nervously glanced over at his cousin, worried that she might contradict him. After all, refusing to listen seemed to be a common trait within the Valaoritis/Peisistratos family lines. All the boys had it, Roxana did as well, and it would just be Tim’s luck that Io would as well.
In an attempt to not upset her, Timaeus hastily added, “However, we will sure to remember your generous offer for the future, if you’d still be willing.” The young baron secretly hoped that this would never be the case, but the stern promise Galatea forced upon him still rang true in his mind. Whatever he decided to do, Io’s happiness was to come first. As much as it pained him, the two of them seemed to have a pleasant history together. The Arcanes baroness would have his hide if word got back to her that Io was unhappy and it was Tim’s fault.
So, as much as he regretted the words before they even left his mouth, Timaeus added one final offer to the king’s secret keeper, “I’m sure though that Lady Iolanthe would be delighted if you joined us for the rest of the night’s activities, Sir Magnus.”
Oh, Timaeus could only pray that neither of them saw through his false smile.
While it may not be obvious to others, Magnus of Chaossis was no simple man of common-born folk. He had trained for years, and as such could note the subtle shift of atmosphere at his entrance into the conversation - most notably from the young baron himself, even as he bestowed the lady by his side a charming, almost beguiling smile, as was his habit.
Glad to see that the lady had recognized him, Magnus dipped his head again to affirm that it was indeed him, before letting out a congenial laugh at her praise. "You are too kind my lady, and I could say the same to you. In fact, the years have bestowed you with even greater beauty." he murmured, eyes twinkling with humor and appreciation before turning to her cousin, the one he knew to be a baron of Eubocris, and a vassal of the Kotas family which therefore meant that Magnus had no need to worry regarding this baron. His duty as Master Informer was to protect the crown, and with the Valaoritis' reputed to be highly loyal to the royal family, the spymaster had no need to worry, and appeared quite relaxed (as compared to his usual self anyway) as he greeted the baron.
The curt nod he was offered in return caught Magnus off-guard, but he did not let it show. His mind raced however, was it was wont to do, searching for a reason and failing to see why the baron had a cold attitude towards him. Had he done something? No, Magnus was careful to keep delicate relations due to the nature of his job... yet why the behavior then?
Easily letting his smile slip back in place when Iolanthe seem to agree with is idea, one so warm it was almost as if the two had been friends for years, just before the baron spoke.
"Ah, I see. Fair point." he murmured, hiding the mild pang of disappointment well enough behind his slow nod of his head. "Well then, should you change your mind, any runner in the city would know where to find me. I set sail two days hence from today, and would be happy to have Lady Iolanthe as my companion - it would serve to brighten up an otherwise dreary trip. It has been one I have made one too many times, perhaps." At this, he turned to the widowed noble lady and offered a light wink, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "And I had thought I would be able to show the lady the beautiful rolling hills of Taengea. Next time, perhaps? I only wish to see a smile on the pretty lady's face."
A chortle escaped him, easily identifying the hasty way in which Timaeus attempted to paste up his rejection of the master informer - was he afraid of him then? Finding it a curious morsel, he made a point to ask his informants on further knowledge in regards to the baron and his family, and instead nodded, taking him up on his offer. "Shall we, Lady Iolanthe? I do believe the dancing has just started." Magnus offered an arm and bent so the smaller sized female could take it.
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While it may not be obvious to others, Magnus of Chaossis was no simple man of common-born folk. He had trained for years, and as such could note the subtle shift of atmosphere at his entrance into the conversation - most notably from the young baron himself, even as he bestowed the lady by his side a charming, almost beguiling smile, as was his habit.
Glad to see that the lady had recognized him, Magnus dipped his head again to affirm that it was indeed him, before letting out a congenial laugh at her praise. "You are too kind my lady, and I could say the same to you. In fact, the years have bestowed you with even greater beauty." he murmured, eyes twinkling with humor and appreciation before turning to her cousin, the one he knew to be a baron of Eubocris, and a vassal of the Kotas family which therefore meant that Magnus had no need to worry regarding this baron. His duty as Master Informer was to protect the crown, and with the Valaoritis' reputed to be highly loyal to the royal family, the spymaster had no need to worry, and appeared quite relaxed (as compared to his usual self anyway) as he greeted the baron.
The curt nod he was offered in return caught Magnus off-guard, but he did not let it show. His mind raced however, was it was wont to do, searching for a reason and failing to see why the baron had a cold attitude towards him. Had he done something? No, Magnus was careful to keep delicate relations due to the nature of his job... yet why the behavior then?
Easily letting his smile slip back in place when Iolanthe seem to agree with is idea, one so warm it was almost as if the two had been friends for years, just before the baron spoke.
"Ah, I see. Fair point." he murmured, hiding the mild pang of disappointment well enough behind his slow nod of his head. "Well then, should you change your mind, any runner in the city would know where to find me. I set sail two days hence from today, and would be happy to have Lady Iolanthe as my companion - it would serve to brighten up an otherwise dreary trip. It has been one I have made one too many times, perhaps." At this, he turned to the widowed noble lady and offered a light wink, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "And I had thought I would be able to show the lady the beautiful rolling hills of Taengea. Next time, perhaps? I only wish to see a smile on the pretty lady's face."
A chortle escaped him, easily identifying the hasty way in which Timaeus attempted to paste up his rejection of the master informer - was he afraid of him then? Finding it a curious morsel, he made a point to ask his informants on further knowledge in regards to the baron and his family, and instead nodded, taking him up on his offer. "Shall we, Lady Iolanthe? I do believe the dancing has just started." Magnus offered an arm and bent so the smaller sized female could take it.
While it may not be obvious to others, Magnus of Chaossis was no simple man of common-born folk. He had trained for years, and as such could note the subtle shift of atmosphere at his entrance into the conversation - most notably from the young baron himself, even as he bestowed the lady by his side a charming, almost beguiling smile, as was his habit.
Glad to see that the lady had recognized him, Magnus dipped his head again to affirm that it was indeed him, before letting out a congenial laugh at her praise. "You are too kind my lady, and I could say the same to you. In fact, the years have bestowed you with even greater beauty." he murmured, eyes twinkling with humor and appreciation before turning to her cousin, the one he knew to be a baron of Eubocris, and a vassal of the Kotas family which therefore meant that Magnus had no need to worry regarding this baron. His duty as Master Informer was to protect the crown, and with the Valaoritis' reputed to be highly loyal to the royal family, the spymaster had no need to worry, and appeared quite relaxed (as compared to his usual self anyway) as he greeted the baron.
The curt nod he was offered in return caught Magnus off-guard, but he did not let it show. His mind raced however, was it was wont to do, searching for a reason and failing to see why the baron had a cold attitude towards him. Had he done something? No, Magnus was careful to keep delicate relations due to the nature of his job... yet why the behavior then?
Easily letting his smile slip back in place when Iolanthe seem to agree with is idea, one so warm it was almost as if the two had been friends for years, just before the baron spoke.
"Ah, I see. Fair point." he murmured, hiding the mild pang of disappointment well enough behind his slow nod of his head. "Well then, should you change your mind, any runner in the city would know where to find me. I set sail two days hence from today, and would be happy to have Lady Iolanthe as my companion - it would serve to brighten up an otherwise dreary trip. It has been one I have made one too many times, perhaps." At this, he turned to the widowed noble lady and offered a light wink, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "And I had thought I would be able to show the lady the beautiful rolling hills of Taengea. Next time, perhaps? I only wish to see a smile on the pretty lady's face."
A chortle escaped him, easily identifying the hasty way in which Timaeus attempted to paste up his rejection of the master informer - was he afraid of him then? Finding it a curious morsel, he made a point to ask his informants on further knowledge in regards to the baron and his family, and instead nodded, taking him up on his offer. "Shall we, Lady Iolanthe? I do believe the dancing has just started." Magnus offered an arm and bent so the smaller sized female could take it.
Maeva wasn’t interested in the festivities or the influx of new traders -- the dancing, perhaps, if someone caught her eye. What she was mingling among the crowds for was information. She wanted to know where the merchants and traders were contracted from, what they were selling, and how they had come to arrive on the Colchian shores.
The storm had wreaked havoc upon the city, there was no disputing that, and the economy had definitely taken a hit as a result. Maeva had used this to her advantage in some ways, and in others she was still trying to rebuild a rather integral piece of her network that had been severed.
She had agents working the streets, people who knew her only as the Black Swan and by no other name or image. They were learning the new faces to manipulate just as she was. Maeva wanted to learn more than just that, however, she wanted the weaknesses. Every city, no matter how fortified, had its Achilles heel. It was only a matter of finding just where it was.
Maeva had always been a planner. The future was a great unknown, it was best to be prepared for anything. And plans were something she had in abundance. She was always calculating and trying to keep herself two steps ahead. Often she was successful. Perhaps that was why the failing economy hadn’t affected her as much as it had others. Whatever the case, she knew her luck wouldn’t last. A poor economy was bad for business, and she had to admit the new stock in terms of travelers was promising. She was sure she could put some of these seafarers to good use.
She was currently searching for a stall to get a bite to eat. All the sleuthing could be quite tiring work.
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Maeva wasn’t interested in the festivities or the influx of new traders -- the dancing, perhaps, if someone caught her eye. What she was mingling among the crowds for was information. She wanted to know where the merchants and traders were contracted from, what they were selling, and how they had come to arrive on the Colchian shores.
The storm had wreaked havoc upon the city, there was no disputing that, and the economy had definitely taken a hit as a result. Maeva had used this to her advantage in some ways, and in others she was still trying to rebuild a rather integral piece of her network that had been severed.
She had agents working the streets, people who knew her only as the Black Swan and by no other name or image. They were learning the new faces to manipulate just as she was. Maeva wanted to learn more than just that, however, she wanted the weaknesses. Every city, no matter how fortified, had its Achilles heel. It was only a matter of finding just where it was.
Maeva had always been a planner. The future was a great unknown, it was best to be prepared for anything. And plans were something she had in abundance. She was always calculating and trying to keep herself two steps ahead. Often she was successful. Perhaps that was why the failing economy hadn’t affected her as much as it had others. Whatever the case, she knew her luck wouldn’t last. A poor economy was bad for business, and she had to admit the new stock in terms of travelers was promising. She was sure she could put some of these seafarers to good use.
She was currently searching for a stall to get a bite to eat. All the sleuthing could be quite tiring work.
Maeva wasn’t interested in the festivities or the influx of new traders -- the dancing, perhaps, if someone caught her eye. What she was mingling among the crowds for was information. She wanted to know where the merchants and traders were contracted from, what they were selling, and how they had come to arrive on the Colchian shores.
The storm had wreaked havoc upon the city, there was no disputing that, and the economy had definitely taken a hit as a result. Maeva had used this to her advantage in some ways, and in others she was still trying to rebuild a rather integral piece of her network that had been severed.
She had agents working the streets, people who knew her only as the Black Swan and by no other name or image. They were learning the new faces to manipulate just as she was. Maeva wanted to learn more than just that, however, she wanted the weaknesses. Every city, no matter how fortified, had its Achilles heel. It was only a matter of finding just where it was.
Maeva had always been a planner. The future was a great unknown, it was best to be prepared for anything. And plans were something she had in abundance. She was always calculating and trying to keep herself two steps ahead. Often she was successful. Perhaps that was why the failing economy hadn’t affected her as much as it had others. Whatever the case, she knew her luck wouldn’t last. A poor economy was bad for business, and she had to admit the new stock in terms of travelers was promising. She was sure she could put some of these seafarers to good use.
She was currently searching for a stall to get a bite to eat. All the sleuthing could be quite tiring work.
Thea has never been fond of crowds, and her disgruntle increased tenfold when it came to elitists gathered under one roof. Sure the open market was aimed to surge the slowly healing economy of Colchis while generating goodwill and morale. But honestly, with the public announcement that members of the royal house of Kotas would make an appearance themselves? She would be a fool if a hoard of nobles did not show up to attempt to make an impression with the ruling family, or if not then to network among themselves.
However, her expression softened when she dwelled on a certain Kotas that she was fond of. Her sweet little sister, Evras, would be there alongside with her husband and their son, too. Even if she did hold a certain level of distaste for Zanon due to the anguish and resentment he had caused for her sibling, Thea would entertain him if it meant she could check on Evie. And she supposed it would not hurt to stock up on more herbs, essential oils, and dried animal parts. Their market prices were at a lower point compared to before the storm. Besides, the position of a royal family as the host and sponsor for this whole shindig was definitely more than enough to sweeten the pot for the merchants and traders there. They would probably sell for publicity more than actual profits at this point.
And that was how Thea found herself and Ophion browsing the bustling streets of the Lower Levels of the city. Occasionally, she would motion for her male companion to make a turn for a stall. He would do the haggle, something he had learned to do well after following her around enough to acquaint himself with the price ranges for most common plants and fauna. Meanwhile, Thea would just point at things she wanted while keeping an eye out for her sister.
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Thea has never been fond of crowds, and her disgruntle increased tenfold when it came to elitists gathered under one roof. Sure the open market was aimed to surge the slowly healing economy of Colchis while generating goodwill and morale. But honestly, with the public announcement that members of the royal house of Kotas would make an appearance themselves? She would be a fool if a hoard of nobles did not show up to attempt to make an impression with the ruling family, or if not then to network among themselves.
However, her expression softened when she dwelled on a certain Kotas that she was fond of. Her sweet little sister, Evras, would be there alongside with her husband and their son, too. Even if she did hold a certain level of distaste for Zanon due to the anguish and resentment he had caused for her sibling, Thea would entertain him if it meant she could check on Evie. And she supposed it would not hurt to stock up on more herbs, essential oils, and dried animal parts. Their market prices were at a lower point compared to before the storm. Besides, the position of a royal family as the host and sponsor for this whole shindig was definitely more than enough to sweeten the pot for the merchants and traders there. They would probably sell for publicity more than actual profits at this point.
And that was how Thea found herself and Ophion browsing the bustling streets of the Lower Levels of the city. Occasionally, she would motion for her male companion to make a turn for a stall. He would do the haggle, something he had learned to do well after following her around enough to acquaint himself with the price ranges for most common plants and fauna. Meanwhile, Thea would just point at things she wanted while keeping an eye out for her sister.
Thea has never been fond of crowds, and her disgruntle increased tenfold when it came to elitists gathered under one roof. Sure the open market was aimed to surge the slowly healing economy of Colchis while generating goodwill and morale. But honestly, with the public announcement that members of the royal house of Kotas would make an appearance themselves? She would be a fool if a hoard of nobles did not show up to attempt to make an impression with the ruling family, or if not then to network among themselves.
However, her expression softened when she dwelled on a certain Kotas that she was fond of. Her sweet little sister, Evras, would be there alongside with her husband and their son, too. Even if she did hold a certain level of distaste for Zanon due to the anguish and resentment he had caused for her sibling, Thea would entertain him if it meant she could check on Evie. And she supposed it would not hurt to stock up on more herbs, essential oils, and dried animal parts. Their market prices were at a lower point compared to before the storm. Besides, the position of a royal family as the host and sponsor for this whole shindig was definitely more than enough to sweeten the pot for the merchants and traders there. They would probably sell for publicity more than actual profits at this point.
And that was how Thea found herself and Ophion browsing the bustling streets of the Lower Levels of the city. Occasionally, she would motion for her male companion to make a turn for a stall. He would do the haggle, something he had learned to do well after following her around enough to acquaint himself with the price ranges for most common plants and fauna. Meanwhile, Thea would just point at things she wanted while keeping an eye out for her sister.
Everyone seemed to be having their own conversations now and Lazaros felt as if he was more intruding than anything. He looked around and let his eyes lay on each of the member of the royal family, doing a conscious head count. All were accounted for that he could see, except Athanasia. He did not make a move to do anything yet as he remember that the two girls had wandered off to the listen to the music and enjoy the dancing and had taken Nike with them. With a silent sigh of relief he stood there a bit longer, hearing bits and pieces of the conversations going on around him. In that moment, Laz felt a bit out of place and decided to take a walk around the stalls. He took a moment and brought in a deep breath, smelling all the fresh baked goods. His stomach seemed to ache for something now and with that he began walking towards where the princess and Nike had gone.
Pressing forward, he made his way through the maze of people to where he had heard the music. Looking around, Laz was unable to see Nike at first but then found the commander with Dion in tow. He was unsure what was happening but noticed the look at unhappiness on the his face. The two young ladies must have given him the slip or he was unable to spot them in the crowd. It wasn't really a surprise really, given with how many people were now gathering around to dance. Normally Lazaros would be more concerned but was there a reason to be? This was suppose to be a happy time and even Vangelis seemed okay with them being out there. He was sure they were in the crowd and if they needed help they would make it known.
Trying to remind himself that he didn't need to worry, Lazaros stopped by one of the food stalls and bought some salted fish. He found an empty place off to the side where he leaned up against the wall. His blue eyes scanned the crowd again while he took a bite of the fish. Lazaros had always loved fish and it was one of his favorite food. As he took a bite, he finally saw them, "There you two are," he spoke quietly under his breath.
Even though the commander had found them, he wasn't about to ruin their fun. He saw the smiles on their faces and decided to let them have it. It couldn't be easy to be royal, he thought to himself. He couldn't even begin to imagine what they had to deal with everyday. Lazaros knew his life wasn't one of luxury but he felt as though he had a good life. He was serving his King and one day he would be baron over his lands. "Maybe these royals can teach me a thing or two about life outside of the military." Scoffing at his own thoughts, he pushed them aside. This wasn't the place to contemplate life.
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Everyone seemed to be having their own conversations now and Lazaros felt as if he was more intruding than anything. He looked around and let his eyes lay on each of the member of the royal family, doing a conscious head count. All were accounted for that he could see, except Athanasia. He did not make a move to do anything yet as he remember that the two girls had wandered off to the listen to the music and enjoy the dancing and had taken Nike with them. With a silent sigh of relief he stood there a bit longer, hearing bits and pieces of the conversations going on around him. In that moment, Laz felt a bit out of place and decided to take a walk around the stalls. He took a moment and brought in a deep breath, smelling all the fresh baked goods. His stomach seemed to ache for something now and with that he began walking towards where the princess and Nike had gone.
Pressing forward, he made his way through the maze of people to where he had heard the music. Looking around, Laz was unable to see Nike at first but then found the commander with Dion in tow. He was unsure what was happening but noticed the look at unhappiness on the his face. The two young ladies must have given him the slip or he was unable to spot them in the crowd. It wasn't really a surprise really, given with how many people were now gathering around to dance. Normally Lazaros would be more concerned but was there a reason to be? This was suppose to be a happy time and even Vangelis seemed okay with them being out there. He was sure they were in the crowd and if they needed help they would make it known.
Trying to remind himself that he didn't need to worry, Lazaros stopped by one of the food stalls and bought some salted fish. He found an empty place off to the side where he leaned up against the wall. His blue eyes scanned the crowd again while he took a bite of the fish. Lazaros had always loved fish and it was one of his favorite food. As he took a bite, he finally saw them, "There you two are," he spoke quietly under his breath.
Even though the commander had found them, he wasn't about to ruin their fun. He saw the smiles on their faces and decided to let them have it. It couldn't be easy to be royal, he thought to himself. He couldn't even begin to imagine what they had to deal with everyday. Lazaros knew his life wasn't one of luxury but he felt as though he had a good life. He was serving his King and one day he would be baron over his lands. "Maybe these royals can teach me a thing or two about life outside of the military." Scoffing at his own thoughts, he pushed them aside. This wasn't the place to contemplate life.
Everyone seemed to be having their own conversations now and Lazaros felt as if he was more intruding than anything. He looked around and let his eyes lay on each of the member of the royal family, doing a conscious head count. All were accounted for that he could see, except Athanasia. He did not make a move to do anything yet as he remember that the two girls had wandered off to the listen to the music and enjoy the dancing and had taken Nike with them. With a silent sigh of relief he stood there a bit longer, hearing bits and pieces of the conversations going on around him. In that moment, Laz felt a bit out of place and decided to take a walk around the stalls. He took a moment and brought in a deep breath, smelling all the fresh baked goods. His stomach seemed to ache for something now and with that he began walking towards where the princess and Nike had gone.
Pressing forward, he made his way through the maze of people to where he had heard the music. Looking around, Laz was unable to see Nike at first but then found the commander with Dion in tow. He was unsure what was happening but noticed the look at unhappiness on the his face. The two young ladies must have given him the slip or he was unable to spot them in the crowd. It wasn't really a surprise really, given with how many people were now gathering around to dance. Normally Lazaros would be more concerned but was there a reason to be? This was suppose to be a happy time and even Vangelis seemed okay with them being out there. He was sure they were in the crowd and if they needed help they would make it known.
Trying to remind himself that he didn't need to worry, Lazaros stopped by one of the food stalls and bought some salted fish. He found an empty place off to the side where he leaned up against the wall. His blue eyes scanned the crowd again while he took a bite of the fish. Lazaros had always loved fish and it was one of his favorite food. As he took a bite, he finally saw them, "There you two are," he spoke quietly under his breath.
Even though the commander had found them, he wasn't about to ruin their fun. He saw the smiles on their faces and decided to let them have it. It couldn't be easy to be royal, he thought to himself. He couldn't even begin to imagine what they had to deal with everyday. Lazaros knew his life wasn't one of luxury but he felt as though he had a good life. He was serving his King and one day he would be baron over his lands. "Maybe these royals can teach me a thing or two about life outside of the military." Scoffing at his own thoughts, he pushed them aside. This wasn't the place to contemplate life.
