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Returning to Athenia now seemed to hold a particular somberness to it. How long had it been since Elias took a woman back to her home and felt anything about it? While in Athenia, women were a distraction from the realities of rule. They were playthings to amuse himself with, and yet... the first royal that he deigned to take with him to Lyncestia pushed a hose of reality into him in it of itself. all through their return, it was made quite clear that Elias couldn't have Evi. It was implicit in his role in society that he need marry higher than her, that his dalliances with lower women than himself were something to entertain but never to become involved.
More than anyone else, Evi seemed to understand that and yet... why did Elias feel remorse in letting her leave his side? He didn't stop her from moving past him once he'd escorted her, commanding servants to take her things into her home and ensuring that said servants took nothing or did anything that would bring disgrace to the Stravos and his hospitality. No, once he ushered them out and what separated Evi and Elias was a door, he felt a lingering...
What is it?
He asked this of himself as he froze at the entrance to Lord Alehandros' property on the Archontiko Antonis. Truly, he knew he needed to leave, but he was conflicted. It would, perhaps, do him a service to speak to his friend, Marietta. But, what good would that do, now? She'd likely pester him with questions about her sister, and draw more and more attention to the situation that Elias very much would prefer to cast by the wayside. But, he felt as if someone had given him sandals made of lead. His feet dragged as he considered what it was that drew him to Evi so ardently.
And, after a time, at last Elias of Stravos deigned it correct to leave her there. The Headlord assembled his servants, giving commands spoken far more softly than he was accustomed to. The lord was in another world, lost in the so recent memories of his time. He imagined the girl beneath the light of the setting sun, beneath the rock formation she'd seemed to question his intentions of bringing her to. He imagined the starlight on her expression in the throes of ecstasy. He imagined himself unfettered by the restraints that held him back before a soft 'tch' of disgust escaped his lips.
This was the notorious Lord Elias of Stravos and yet... he felt sentiment. It was almost a sickening thing for him to dwell upon as the servants he'd arrived with, two in number, moved over to the stables to prepare the horses anew for travel. It'd take some time, as the steeds had begun to partake of the amenities present for the Antonis mares, and Elias allowed himself a moment to gather himself, to still his thoughts and move on towards the future. He'd no intention of abandoning Evi after a single dalliance with her. The girl was far too fascinating to simply be left alone. However, to invite her again to Lyncestia, or be too callous in his outings with her in Athenia would bode ill for the both of them.
When at last the carriage was readied for the lord, he looked back to Antonis manor a final time, only to catch between the open doors a familiar figure approaching. Dread filled his mind as he turned away, hoping that Marietta hadn't yet caught his gaze.
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Returning to Athenia now seemed to hold a particular somberness to it. How long had it been since Elias took a woman back to her home and felt anything about it? While in Athenia, women were a distraction from the realities of rule. They were playthings to amuse himself with, and yet... the first royal that he deigned to take with him to Lyncestia pushed a hose of reality into him in it of itself. all through their return, it was made quite clear that Elias couldn't have Evi. It was implicit in his role in society that he need marry higher than her, that his dalliances with lower women than himself were something to entertain but never to become involved.
More than anyone else, Evi seemed to understand that and yet... why did Elias feel remorse in letting her leave his side? He didn't stop her from moving past him once he'd escorted her, commanding servants to take her things into her home and ensuring that said servants took nothing or did anything that would bring disgrace to the Stravos and his hospitality. No, once he ushered them out and what separated Evi and Elias was a door, he felt a lingering...
What is it?
He asked this of himself as he froze at the entrance to Lord Alehandros' property on the Archontiko Antonis. Truly, he knew he needed to leave, but he was conflicted. It would, perhaps, do him a service to speak to his friend, Marietta. But, what good would that do, now? She'd likely pester him with questions about her sister, and draw more and more attention to the situation that Elias very much would prefer to cast by the wayside. But, he felt as if someone had given him sandals made of lead. His feet dragged as he considered what it was that drew him to Evi so ardently.
And, after a time, at last Elias of Stravos deigned it correct to leave her there. The Headlord assembled his servants, giving commands spoken far more softly than he was accustomed to. The lord was in another world, lost in the so recent memories of his time. He imagined the girl beneath the light of the setting sun, beneath the rock formation she'd seemed to question his intentions of bringing her to. He imagined the starlight on her expression in the throes of ecstasy. He imagined himself unfettered by the restraints that held him back before a soft 'tch' of disgust escaped his lips.
This was the notorious Lord Elias of Stravos and yet... he felt sentiment. It was almost a sickening thing for him to dwell upon as the servants he'd arrived with, two in number, moved over to the stables to prepare the horses anew for travel. It'd take some time, as the steeds had begun to partake of the amenities present for the Antonis mares, and Elias allowed himself a moment to gather himself, to still his thoughts and move on towards the future. He'd no intention of abandoning Evi after a single dalliance with her. The girl was far too fascinating to simply be left alone. However, to invite her again to Lyncestia, or be too callous in his outings with her in Athenia would bode ill for the both of them.
When at last the carriage was readied for the lord, he looked back to Antonis manor a final time, only to catch between the open doors a familiar figure approaching. Dread filled his mind as he turned away, hoping that Marietta hadn't yet caught his gaze.
Returning to Athenia now seemed to hold a particular somberness to it. How long had it been since Elias took a woman back to her home and felt anything about it? While in Athenia, women were a distraction from the realities of rule. They were playthings to amuse himself with, and yet... the first royal that he deigned to take with him to Lyncestia pushed a hose of reality into him in it of itself. all through their return, it was made quite clear that Elias couldn't have Evi. It was implicit in his role in society that he need marry higher than her, that his dalliances with lower women than himself were something to entertain but never to become involved.
More than anyone else, Evi seemed to understand that and yet... why did Elias feel remorse in letting her leave his side? He didn't stop her from moving past him once he'd escorted her, commanding servants to take her things into her home and ensuring that said servants took nothing or did anything that would bring disgrace to the Stravos and his hospitality. No, once he ushered them out and what separated Evi and Elias was a door, he felt a lingering...
What is it?
He asked this of himself as he froze at the entrance to Lord Alehandros' property on the Archontiko Antonis. Truly, he knew he needed to leave, but he was conflicted. It would, perhaps, do him a service to speak to his friend, Marietta. But, what good would that do, now? She'd likely pester him with questions about her sister, and draw more and more attention to the situation that Elias very much would prefer to cast by the wayside. But, he felt as if someone had given him sandals made of lead. His feet dragged as he considered what it was that drew him to Evi so ardently.
And, after a time, at last Elias of Stravos deigned it correct to leave her there. The Headlord assembled his servants, giving commands spoken far more softly than he was accustomed to. The lord was in another world, lost in the so recent memories of his time. He imagined the girl beneath the light of the setting sun, beneath the rock formation she'd seemed to question his intentions of bringing her to. He imagined the starlight on her expression in the throes of ecstasy. He imagined himself unfettered by the restraints that held him back before a soft 'tch' of disgust escaped his lips.
This was the notorious Lord Elias of Stravos and yet... he felt sentiment. It was almost a sickening thing for him to dwell upon as the servants he'd arrived with, two in number, moved over to the stables to prepare the horses anew for travel. It'd take some time, as the steeds had begun to partake of the amenities present for the Antonis mares, and Elias allowed himself a moment to gather himself, to still his thoughts and move on towards the future. He'd no intention of abandoning Evi after a single dalliance with her. The girl was far too fascinating to simply be left alone. However, to invite her again to Lyncestia, or be too callous in his outings with her in Athenia would bode ill for the both of them.
When at last the carriage was readied for the lord, he looked back to Antonis manor a final time, only to catch between the open doors a familiar figure approaching. Dread filled his mind as he turned away, hoping that Marietta hadn't yet caught his gaze.
When Marietta first heard the news that her sister had gone to Lycestia with Elias of Stravos, she felt her heart stop. Not because Evi had made a foolish decision, but because Marietta was sure that her biggest fear was coming true. Marietta was losing her hearing. Because certainly when she was told that information, she heard wrong. Evi would not go to Lycestia with Eli. More so, Eli wouldn’t take her. Marietta knew, unfortunately, how much Eli enjoyed… fornicating with various women. But surely, he had enough self-control to not bed his friend’s sister.
And yet it turned out that her hearing did not fail her. Evi was with Eli in Lycestia. But that didn’t have to mean anything. Even if Evi had feelings for Eli, he wouldn’t act on them, right? Eli had been a good friend to Marietta for years. Childhood, even. Eli was Marietta’s very best friend. He was the one person outside of her family that she could speak to with confidence. She had full faith in their friendship. Despite Eli’s promiscuous ways, there was no possibility that he would betray Marietta’s trust. Their friendship was that close.
As time went on nerves started to build within Marietta once again. Nothing she could do would cause them to subside. She attempted to paint, but her mind was clouded in doubt. Any note she played on her harp would turn sour as her fingers slipped from her distraction. Even books could not hold her interest. All she could do was wait for her sister to return home.
This was very unlike Marietta. She was an even tempered, controlled young woman. She found that harboring dark thoughts and feelings to be a waste and would rather channel that into her art. She avoided conflict as best she could. While she might fret or worry over her sisters, she had limits to what interference she would make in their lives. But right now, the realization that Marietta had no idea what was happening irked her more than anything. Eli could simply be giving her a tour, or he could be deflowering her.
No, Marietta. Don’t think like that. Marietta shook her head. Her eyebrows knit together in frustration. She needed air; Marietta decided. Air was the proper remedy to rid her of her thoughts.
The sun was high in the sky when Marietta finally left her home. The rays beat upon her flesh causing it to rise in response. It was almost as if it was trying to soothe her, create a distraction from the current situation. It could have worked had Marietta not seen the back of Elias as he reached his carriage.
Marietta’s movement was instant. Her long legs making large strides ahead of her. She was typically slow, but now she had no moments to waste. She closed the distance quickly and caught the eye of Elias who had turn to face the manor once again.
Maybe he hadn’t noticed her? She doubted that as she saw him once again turn his back. But Marietta reached him. The young woman who typically feared confrontation, abhorred it, spoke, “I would much prefer to hear if something happened from you, Elias.” Her elegant arms crossed in front of her and a delicately plucked eyebrow arched upward dramatically. “I trust that you’ll be honest with me. Right?”
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When Marietta first heard the news that her sister had gone to Lycestia with Elias of Stravos, she felt her heart stop. Not because Evi had made a foolish decision, but because Marietta was sure that her biggest fear was coming true. Marietta was losing her hearing. Because certainly when she was told that information, she heard wrong. Evi would not go to Lycestia with Eli. More so, Eli wouldn’t take her. Marietta knew, unfortunately, how much Eli enjoyed… fornicating with various women. But surely, he had enough self-control to not bed his friend’s sister.
And yet it turned out that her hearing did not fail her. Evi was with Eli in Lycestia. But that didn’t have to mean anything. Even if Evi had feelings for Eli, he wouldn’t act on them, right? Eli had been a good friend to Marietta for years. Childhood, even. Eli was Marietta’s very best friend. He was the one person outside of her family that she could speak to with confidence. She had full faith in their friendship. Despite Eli’s promiscuous ways, there was no possibility that he would betray Marietta’s trust. Their friendship was that close.
As time went on nerves started to build within Marietta once again. Nothing she could do would cause them to subside. She attempted to paint, but her mind was clouded in doubt. Any note she played on her harp would turn sour as her fingers slipped from her distraction. Even books could not hold her interest. All she could do was wait for her sister to return home.
This was very unlike Marietta. She was an even tempered, controlled young woman. She found that harboring dark thoughts and feelings to be a waste and would rather channel that into her art. She avoided conflict as best she could. While she might fret or worry over her sisters, she had limits to what interference she would make in their lives. But right now, the realization that Marietta had no idea what was happening irked her more than anything. Eli could simply be giving her a tour, or he could be deflowering her.
No, Marietta. Don’t think like that. Marietta shook her head. Her eyebrows knit together in frustration. She needed air; Marietta decided. Air was the proper remedy to rid her of her thoughts.
The sun was high in the sky when Marietta finally left her home. The rays beat upon her flesh causing it to rise in response. It was almost as if it was trying to soothe her, create a distraction from the current situation. It could have worked had Marietta not seen the back of Elias as he reached his carriage.
Marietta’s movement was instant. Her long legs making large strides ahead of her. She was typically slow, but now she had no moments to waste. She closed the distance quickly and caught the eye of Elias who had turn to face the manor once again.
Maybe he hadn’t noticed her? She doubted that as she saw him once again turn his back. But Marietta reached him. The young woman who typically feared confrontation, abhorred it, spoke, “I would much prefer to hear if something happened from you, Elias.” Her elegant arms crossed in front of her and a delicately plucked eyebrow arched upward dramatically. “I trust that you’ll be honest with me. Right?”
When Marietta first heard the news that her sister had gone to Lycestia with Elias of Stravos, she felt her heart stop. Not because Evi had made a foolish decision, but because Marietta was sure that her biggest fear was coming true. Marietta was losing her hearing. Because certainly when she was told that information, she heard wrong. Evi would not go to Lycestia with Eli. More so, Eli wouldn’t take her. Marietta knew, unfortunately, how much Eli enjoyed… fornicating with various women. But surely, he had enough self-control to not bed his friend’s sister.
And yet it turned out that her hearing did not fail her. Evi was with Eli in Lycestia. But that didn’t have to mean anything. Even if Evi had feelings for Eli, he wouldn’t act on them, right? Eli had been a good friend to Marietta for years. Childhood, even. Eli was Marietta’s very best friend. He was the one person outside of her family that she could speak to with confidence. She had full faith in their friendship. Despite Eli’s promiscuous ways, there was no possibility that he would betray Marietta’s trust. Their friendship was that close.
As time went on nerves started to build within Marietta once again. Nothing she could do would cause them to subside. She attempted to paint, but her mind was clouded in doubt. Any note she played on her harp would turn sour as her fingers slipped from her distraction. Even books could not hold her interest. All she could do was wait for her sister to return home.
This was very unlike Marietta. She was an even tempered, controlled young woman. She found that harboring dark thoughts and feelings to be a waste and would rather channel that into her art. She avoided conflict as best she could. While she might fret or worry over her sisters, she had limits to what interference she would make in their lives. But right now, the realization that Marietta had no idea what was happening irked her more than anything. Eli could simply be giving her a tour, or he could be deflowering her.
No, Marietta. Don’t think like that. Marietta shook her head. Her eyebrows knit together in frustration. She needed air; Marietta decided. Air was the proper remedy to rid her of her thoughts.
The sun was high in the sky when Marietta finally left her home. The rays beat upon her flesh causing it to rise in response. It was almost as if it was trying to soothe her, create a distraction from the current situation. It could have worked had Marietta not seen the back of Elias as he reached his carriage.
Marietta’s movement was instant. Her long legs making large strides ahead of her. She was typically slow, but now she had no moments to waste. She closed the distance quickly and caught the eye of Elias who had turn to face the manor once again.
Maybe he hadn’t noticed her? She doubted that as she saw him once again turn his back. But Marietta reached him. The young woman who typically feared confrontation, abhorred it, spoke, “I would much prefer to hear if something happened from you, Elias.” Her elegant arms crossed in front of her and a delicately plucked eyebrow arched upward dramatically. “I trust that you’ll be honest with me. Right?”
Elias had vastly overstayed his welcome.
There was the possibility of one of the Antonis men, from General Lacides' side of the family, coming around and wondering what purpose the Stravos had in his visit to archontiko Antonis. But worse still than that was the fact that Marietta had seen him. She flitted towards him with that usual grace about her, something he might've found pleasure in if if was any other woman.
But, it wasn't.
This was Etta, the girl he'd befriended so many years before, the girl with whom he'd shared his ambitions as an actor... The girl who he'd confided in when he felt his expectations of love wither away into nothingness. Elias of Stravos trusted and loved Marietta in his own way. A way that couldn't be replicated. Even now, as she walked on towards him, Elias wondered what it was that kept them as friends. She had little in common with him, but the rigors of time, when not so coarse and merciless as to whittle away at the chains that bind, made them stronger in the fires of eternity.
Elias had his confidante in Marietta, and it made it all the more awkward when the woman spoke to his back. Her tone dripped with the awkwardness that came with the question she posed. Marietta had always hated confrontation. It was part of what kept him around her. He loved confrontation and every chance to be the hero, Elias took. He did it with Marietta, giving her the bulwark that was his position of power. He'd do it for Evi, if she wanted him, too, though he doubted that was necessary.
But, that question rang through his ears for a long moment and a breath filled his lungs as he turned around to face Etta properly. Elias raised a hand to stop the servants who were already ready to leave. He looked back to them for a long moment before he said,
"Hold on. Take a moment for yourselves," he said. There was no concern in his voice, nor any reason for him to do this aside from the fact that he wanted none of them to hear this conflict as it escalated inevitably. It almost annoyed Elias, that she asked this question with no regard who was around. How was he supposed to answer honestly when the very fact of it would spread rumours like wildfire amongst his own servants? The Headlord of Stravos clenched his jaw, an exasperated breath escaping it once he crossed his own arms and gave the servants time to disperse.
Only one guard remained nearby, ordered to beyond any sort of contradictory command to remain nearby Elias. But, Toric was a man the Stravos trusted, a guard he'd had since his childhood. Nothing he could say to Etta couldn't be said to him.
"Do you want the itinerary, Etta? Your sister and I had a visit in my province. The servants could've told you that. I showed her the progress on the docks. I took her on a row. She stayed in the castle. What else do you want to hear from me?" he asked her, keeping an icy politeness n his every word. His honeyed hues remained glued to the woman's face, and it became more and more apparent in every passing moment just how much more beautiful Evi was than any of her siblings.
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Elias had vastly overstayed his welcome.
There was the possibility of one of the Antonis men, from General Lacides' side of the family, coming around and wondering what purpose the Stravos had in his visit to archontiko Antonis. But worse still than that was the fact that Marietta had seen him. She flitted towards him with that usual grace about her, something he might've found pleasure in if if was any other woman.
But, it wasn't.
This was Etta, the girl he'd befriended so many years before, the girl with whom he'd shared his ambitions as an actor... The girl who he'd confided in when he felt his expectations of love wither away into nothingness. Elias of Stravos trusted and loved Marietta in his own way. A way that couldn't be replicated. Even now, as she walked on towards him, Elias wondered what it was that kept them as friends. She had little in common with him, but the rigors of time, when not so coarse and merciless as to whittle away at the chains that bind, made them stronger in the fires of eternity.
Elias had his confidante in Marietta, and it made it all the more awkward when the woman spoke to his back. Her tone dripped with the awkwardness that came with the question she posed. Marietta had always hated confrontation. It was part of what kept him around her. He loved confrontation and every chance to be the hero, Elias took. He did it with Marietta, giving her the bulwark that was his position of power. He'd do it for Evi, if she wanted him, too, though he doubted that was necessary.
But, that question rang through his ears for a long moment and a breath filled his lungs as he turned around to face Etta properly. Elias raised a hand to stop the servants who were already ready to leave. He looked back to them for a long moment before he said,
"Hold on. Take a moment for yourselves," he said. There was no concern in his voice, nor any reason for him to do this aside from the fact that he wanted none of them to hear this conflict as it escalated inevitably. It almost annoyed Elias, that she asked this question with no regard who was around. How was he supposed to answer honestly when the very fact of it would spread rumours like wildfire amongst his own servants? The Headlord of Stravos clenched his jaw, an exasperated breath escaping it once he crossed his own arms and gave the servants time to disperse.
Only one guard remained nearby, ordered to beyond any sort of contradictory command to remain nearby Elias. But, Toric was a man the Stravos trusted, a guard he'd had since his childhood. Nothing he could say to Etta couldn't be said to him.
"Do you want the itinerary, Etta? Your sister and I had a visit in my province. The servants could've told you that. I showed her the progress on the docks. I took her on a row. She stayed in the castle. What else do you want to hear from me?" he asked her, keeping an icy politeness n his every word. His honeyed hues remained glued to the woman's face, and it became more and more apparent in every passing moment just how much more beautiful Evi was than any of her siblings.
Elias had vastly overstayed his welcome.
There was the possibility of one of the Antonis men, from General Lacides' side of the family, coming around and wondering what purpose the Stravos had in his visit to archontiko Antonis. But worse still than that was the fact that Marietta had seen him. She flitted towards him with that usual grace about her, something he might've found pleasure in if if was any other woman.
But, it wasn't.
This was Etta, the girl he'd befriended so many years before, the girl with whom he'd shared his ambitions as an actor... The girl who he'd confided in when he felt his expectations of love wither away into nothingness. Elias of Stravos trusted and loved Marietta in his own way. A way that couldn't be replicated. Even now, as she walked on towards him, Elias wondered what it was that kept them as friends. She had little in common with him, but the rigors of time, when not so coarse and merciless as to whittle away at the chains that bind, made them stronger in the fires of eternity.
Elias had his confidante in Marietta, and it made it all the more awkward when the woman spoke to his back. Her tone dripped with the awkwardness that came with the question she posed. Marietta had always hated confrontation. It was part of what kept him around her. He loved confrontation and every chance to be the hero, Elias took. He did it with Marietta, giving her the bulwark that was his position of power. He'd do it for Evi, if she wanted him, too, though he doubted that was necessary.
But, that question rang through his ears for a long moment and a breath filled his lungs as he turned around to face Etta properly. Elias raised a hand to stop the servants who were already ready to leave. He looked back to them for a long moment before he said,
"Hold on. Take a moment for yourselves," he said. There was no concern in his voice, nor any reason for him to do this aside from the fact that he wanted none of them to hear this conflict as it escalated inevitably. It almost annoyed Elias, that she asked this question with no regard who was around. How was he supposed to answer honestly when the very fact of it would spread rumours like wildfire amongst his own servants? The Headlord of Stravos clenched his jaw, an exasperated breath escaping it once he crossed his own arms and gave the servants time to disperse.
Only one guard remained nearby, ordered to beyond any sort of contradictory command to remain nearby Elias. But, Toric was a man the Stravos trusted, a guard he'd had since his childhood. Nothing he could say to Etta couldn't be said to him.
"Do you want the itinerary, Etta? Your sister and I had a visit in my province. The servants could've told you that. I showed her the progress on the docks. I took her on a row. She stayed in the castle. What else do you want to hear from me?" he asked her, keeping an icy politeness n his every word. His honeyed hues remained glued to the woman's face, and it became more and more apparent in every passing moment just how much more beautiful Evi was than any of her siblings.
Elias’ words were met with silence. Marietta’s dark grey orbs observed her friend. His every movement, his every glance (Or well, lack thereof) even his breathing. The perceptive girl was looking for any reason to believe him. This was innocent. There was nothing going on. But Marietta could not properly find words. Any time her lips parted they would quickly shut once more as she reconsidered what she wanted to say. The young woman did not want to fight one of her only friends. She also did not want to accuse him of something that he very well may not have even done. Quite frankly, she didn’t want to have to speak with him at all. This was a conversation Marietta never even dreamed of having with Elias.
And what if there was something happening between the two? How would Marietta feel about that? Elias was a handsome man, yes. And she certainly liked him enough to remain friends with him, despite the two being as opposite as the sun and moon. But he was a womanizer, and there was no scenario that Marietta could see where Evi could be successfully happy. And that was the problem. Maybe Marietta imagination was quite narrow, or maybe she had little to no faith in her friend.
After the long, drawn out silence Marietta finally deigned to speak, “You wouldn’t keep secrets about my sister from me, would you, Elias?” Marietta asked. “I want so badly to presume this was an innocent visit. I truly, truly do. So, I’ll believe every word you’ll say, Eli. Because I have faith that you don’t have any reason to lie to me.”
And that was a fool’s faith, Marietta knew. It was a faith that should never be given out. Not to Elias, not to anyone. Even her sisters. People always had an incentive to lie. Marietta wasn’t so naïve to think that it was always better to be honest. So she wasn’t putting faith in Eli’s honesty, but in the fact that he valued their friendship enough to feel bad if he lied.
Marietta would never lie to Eli. In fact, there were likely times she should have lied to him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. And surely it would be the same to him, right?
And yet those words felt so heavy as they slipped from her tongue. She almost preferred the silence that came before it. The silence at least didn’t feel final quite yet. It was filled with consideration as she took his words. Now? Whatever happened next would either disappoint Marietta or fill her with doubt. Nothing Eli could say would truly rid her of her feelings, merely placate them. Living in bubble of ignorance wouldn’t be that bad, she hoped.
Marietta hated that she thought this way. She took another deep breath. Her face softened. Eli was a good friend, and Evi’s intelligence was something to awe at. There should be no reason to worry. All these ill feelings would only add toxicity to their relationship. Marietta certainly did not want to be the cause to any strain, not to Elias and certainly not to Evi. Despite all this, the girl who ran from any conflict merely waited with a heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears.
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Elias’ words were met with silence. Marietta’s dark grey orbs observed her friend. His every movement, his every glance (Or well, lack thereof) even his breathing. The perceptive girl was looking for any reason to believe him. This was innocent. There was nothing going on. But Marietta could not properly find words. Any time her lips parted they would quickly shut once more as she reconsidered what she wanted to say. The young woman did not want to fight one of her only friends. She also did not want to accuse him of something that he very well may not have even done. Quite frankly, she didn’t want to have to speak with him at all. This was a conversation Marietta never even dreamed of having with Elias.
And what if there was something happening between the two? How would Marietta feel about that? Elias was a handsome man, yes. And she certainly liked him enough to remain friends with him, despite the two being as opposite as the sun and moon. But he was a womanizer, and there was no scenario that Marietta could see where Evi could be successfully happy. And that was the problem. Maybe Marietta imagination was quite narrow, or maybe she had little to no faith in her friend.
After the long, drawn out silence Marietta finally deigned to speak, “You wouldn’t keep secrets about my sister from me, would you, Elias?” Marietta asked. “I want so badly to presume this was an innocent visit. I truly, truly do. So, I’ll believe every word you’ll say, Eli. Because I have faith that you don’t have any reason to lie to me.”
And that was a fool’s faith, Marietta knew. It was a faith that should never be given out. Not to Elias, not to anyone. Even her sisters. People always had an incentive to lie. Marietta wasn’t so naïve to think that it was always better to be honest. So she wasn’t putting faith in Eli’s honesty, but in the fact that he valued their friendship enough to feel bad if he lied.
Marietta would never lie to Eli. In fact, there were likely times she should have lied to him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. And surely it would be the same to him, right?
And yet those words felt so heavy as they slipped from her tongue. She almost preferred the silence that came before it. The silence at least didn’t feel final quite yet. It was filled with consideration as she took his words. Now? Whatever happened next would either disappoint Marietta or fill her with doubt. Nothing Eli could say would truly rid her of her feelings, merely placate them. Living in bubble of ignorance wouldn’t be that bad, she hoped.
Marietta hated that she thought this way. She took another deep breath. Her face softened. Eli was a good friend, and Evi’s intelligence was something to awe at. There should be no reason to worry. All these ill feelings would only add toxicity to their relationship. Marietta certainly did not want to be the cause to any strain, not to Elias and certainly not to Evi. Despite all this, the girl who ran from any conflict merely waited with a heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears.
Elias’ words were met with silence. Marietta’s dark grey orbs observed her friend. His every movement, his every glance (Or well, lack thereof) even his breathing. The perceptive girl was looking for any reason to believe him. This was innocent. There was nothing going on. But Marietta could not properly find words. Any time her lips parted they would quickly shut once more as she reconsidered what she wanted to say. The young woman did not want to fight one of her only friends. She also did not want to accuse him of something that he very well may not have even done. Quite frankly, she didn’t want to have to speak with him at all. This was a conversation Marietta never even dreamed of having with Elias.
And what if there was something happening between the two? How would Marietta feel about that? Elias was a handsome man, yes. And she certainly liked him enough to remain friends with him, despite the two being as opposite as the sun and moon. But he was a womanizer, and there was no scenario that Marietta could see where Evi could be successfully happy. And that was the problem. Maybe Marietta imagination was quite narrow, or maybe she had little to no faith in her friend.
After the long, drawn out silence Marietta finally deigned to speak, “You wouldn’t keep secrets about my sister from me, would you, Elias?” Marietta asked. “I want so badly to presume this was an innocent visit. I truly, truly do. So, I’ll believe every word you’ll say, Eli. Because I have faith that you don’t have any reason to lie to me.”
And that was a fool’s faith, Marietta knew. It was a faith that should never be given out. Not to Elias, not to anyone. Even her sisters. People always had an incentive to lie. Marietta wasn’t so naïve to think that it was always better to be honest. So she wasn’t putting faith in Eli’s honesty, but in the fact that he valued their friendship enough to feel bad if he lied.
Marietta would never lie to Eli. In fact, there were likely times she should have lied to him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. And surely it would be the same to him, right?
And yet those words felt so heavy as they slipped from her tongue. She almost preferred the silence that came before it. The silence at least didn’t feel final quite yet. It was filled with consideration as she took his words. Now? Whatever happened next would either disappoint Marietta or fill her with doubt. Nothing Eli could say would truly rid her of her feelings, merely placate them. Living in bubble of ignorance wouldn’t be that bad, she hoped.
Marietta hated that she thought this way. She took another deep breath. Her face softened. Eli was a good friend, and Evi’s intelligence was something to awe at. There should be no reason to worry. All these ill feelings would only add toxicity to their relationship. Marietta certainly did not want to be the cause to any strain, not to Elias and certainly not to Evi. Despite all this, the girl who ran from any conflict merely waited with a heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears.
Seeing her sister approach had caused Evi’s heart to stop. Her sister Marietta talking with her good friend Elias of Stravos. Except that it didn’t look like a social visit. The way Marietta held herself screamed a discomforting topic of conversation. Evi didn’t believe that the world revolved around her, but she couldn’t think of another topic that would make her sister storm after Elias and stand as she was currently doing.
She thought about ignoring it; walking inside and pretending like they were going to talk about something completely inconsequential. She didn’t need to know what was going on. And besides, if they were talking about what she thought they were, and Evi refused to leave Elias side… probably with a rather worried look on her face, well wouldn’t that confirm whatever Marietta was thinking? If, indeed, she did think… that. Evi was confusing herself now.
No, she was being ridiculous. Her parents had agreed to let her go to Lyncestia. She had had a servant with her as a chaperone. The servant knew nothing of what had happened, thus wouldn’t be telling anyone. Marietta had no way of knowing… unless Elias spilled the beans now. The servant in question collected Evi’s bag and passed by, Evi watching her go for any sign that she might know more than she was letting on. There was no way to tell.
She glanced up at Elias, doing her best to keep her expression schooled into one of polite indifference. Here she was, not a friend of Elias’, the pair barely knew each other after all. She was the sister of his friend, and nothing more, according to the rest of the world. And, with any luck, it would stay that way, Gods forbid the world should know Evi was just as easy to bed as every other woman in Athenia.
It irked the younger of the two siblings somewhat that Marietta hadn’t thought to bring her concerns to Evi alone. They would have plenty of time to talk. Gods, she hadn’t even looked at Evi yet. But then again, Marietta still treated her younger siblings like infants at times. Maybe she thought Evi too delicate to manage such a pointed conversation.
“My Lord Elias, we have been journeying long with nary a pause.” She turned to he sister, glad to think of her own rebuke for once, “Marietta have we forgotten our manners? Lord Elias was kind enough to accompany me home and he looks weary, perhaps we should invite him in for a light refreshment?”
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Seeing her sister approach had caused Evi’s heart to stop. Her sister Marietta talking with her good friend Elias of Stravos. Except that it didn’t look like a social visit. The way Marietta held herself screamed a discomforting topic of conversation. Evi didn’t believe that the world revolved around her, but she couldn’t think of another topic that would make her sister storm after Elias and stand as she was currently doing.
She thought about ignoring it; walking inside and pretending like they were going to talk about something completely inconsequential. She didn’t need to know what was going on. And besides, if they were talking about what she thought they were, and Evi refused to leave Elias side… probably with a rather worried look on her face, well wouldn’t that confirm whatever Marietta was thinking? If, indeed, she did think… that. Evi was confusing herself now.
No, she was being ridiculous. Her parents had agreed to let her go to Lyncestia. She had had a servant with her as a chaperone. The servant knew nothing of what had happened, thus wouldn’t be telling anyone. Marietta had no way of knowing… unless Elias spilled the beans now. The servant in question collected Evi’s bag and passed by, Evi watching her go for any sign that she might know more than she was letting on. There was no way to tell.
She glanced up at Elias, doing her best to keep her expression schooled into one of polite indifference. Here she was, not a friend of Elias’, the pair barely knew each other after all. She was the sister of his friend, and nothing more, according to the rest of the world. And, with any luck, it would stay that way, Gods forbid the world should know Evi was just as easy to bed as every other woman in Athenia.
It irked the younger of the two siblings somewhat that Marietta hadn’t thought to bring her concerns to Evi alone. They would have plenty of time to talk. Gods, she hadn’t even looked at Evi yet. But then again, Marietta still treated her younger siblings like infants at times. Maybe she thought Evi too delicate to manage such a pointed conversation.
“My Lord Elias, we have been journeying long with nary a pause.” She turned to he sister, glad to think of her own rebuke for once, “Marietta have we forgotten our manners? Lord Elias was kind enough to accompany me home and he looks weary, perhaps we should invite him in for a light refreshment?”
Seeing her sister approach had caused Evi’s heart to stop. Her sister Marietta talking with her good friend Elias of Stravos. Except that it didn’t look like a social visit. The way Marietta held herself screamed a discomforting topic of conversation. Evi didn’t believe that the world revolved around her, but she couldn’t think of another topic that would make her sister storm after Elias and stand as she was currently doing.
She thought about ignoring it; walking inside and pretending like they were going to talk about something completely inconsequential. She didn’t need to know what was going on. And besides, if they were talking about what she thought they were, and Evi refused to leave Elias side… probably with a rather worried look on her face, well wouldn’t that confirm whatever Marietta was thinking? If, indeed, she did think… that. Evi was confusing herself now.
No, she was being ridiculous. Her parents had agreed to let her go to Lyncestia. She had had a servant with her as a chaperone. The servant knew nothing of what had happened, thus wouldn’t be telling anyone. Marietta had no way of knowing… unless Elias spilled the beans now. The servant in question collected Evi’s bag and passed by, Evi watching her go for any sign that she might know more than she was letting on. There was no way to tell.
She glanced up at Elias, doing her best to keep her expression schooled into one of polite indifference. Here she was, not a friend of Elias’, the pair barely knew each other after all. She was the sister of his friend, and nothing more, according to the rest of the world. And, with any luck, it would stay that way, Gods forbid the world should know Evi was just as easy to bed as every other woman in Athenia.
It irked the younger of the two siblings somewhat that Marietta hadn’t thought to bring her concerns to Evi alone. They would have plenty of time to talk. Gods, she hadn’t even looked at Evi yet. But then again, Marietta still treated her younger siblings like infants at times. Maybe she thought Evi too delicate to manage such a pointed conversation.
“My Lord Elias, we have been journeying long with nary a pause.” She turned to he sister, glad to think of her own rebuke for once, “Marietta have we forgotten our manners? Lord Elias was kind enough to accompany me home and he looks weary, perhaps we should invite him in for a light refreshment?”
Accusations, whether grounded in reality or not, drove Elias of Stravos to act in ways equivalent to the stresses others placed upon him. There was, of course, some amount of adaptability needed to hold a position of power... But the objectivity that could be present when weighing the pros and cons of a decision for the Lyncestian people was entirely different than the intricacies of conversation with a close and dear friend. Perhaps, Elias should have thought of the potential consequences in lingering too long in the Antonis archontiko. Or perhaps even before that, he could have ascertained that his time with Evi herself might've ended in such a conversation with Etta.
But, did Elias regret what he'd done? No. It would be foolish for him to second guess decisions at the slightest press of an awkward moment. No, for though he'd be remiss to admit that to someone such as say, Rafail of Marikas, he genuinely felt the familiar signs of affection for Evi in their time together. He'd done more than simply run the motions with her in pursuit of pleasure. And though pleasure he'd won, he suspected that Evi walked away with more than just the one thing she wanted. Never, when he invited her to Lyncestia, would he have imagined that he'd grow invested and yet...
The thought was pushed aside as Marietta went on to extinguish the silence between them with a contradiction. She asked questions that were very much leading in nature. Marietta had her obvious expectations, and they weren't expectations that Elias could truthfully begrudge her for. After all, the Stravos had a reputation for being a womanizer and more than that, the Stravoses themselves had a propensity for getting what they wanted by any means necessary. By the Gods, Elias still had to contend with the fact that Chara was fucking his best friend. He understood the initial onset of anger that Marietta was experiencing, the sensation of being betrayed...
But, Elias had known this for a fact and Marietta was going by conjecture and hearsay. The fact that she even had to imply her faith in him told the Stravos everything he needed to hear. Regardless of the truth of fabrication of his statement, her words rang hollow. Or, Marietta was putting up a front. Elias never knew Marietta to be a liar, but this bit of instigation, so uncharacteristic of his soft-spoken friend to begin with, spoke ill of the future.
However, and perhaps mercifully so, before Elias could go on to answer and give credence to the opinion that he was a liar, Evi came along to 'save the day'.
Honeyed hues glimmered with a dash of affection, both for the woman herself and her efforts, but it quelled immediately upon seeing the expression with which she looked to Marietta with. A woman as intelligent and independent as Evi likely wanted to rebuke this sort of chastising on her sister's behalf herself. And it became more apparent when Marietta's questioning was berated as poor manners and doted on his weariness, a bit of a moot point in it of itself (but not wholly inaccurate). The Headlord of Stravos offered a chuckle as he said,
"I would be pleased to accept such an invitation. But, if it troubles Marietta here, so seems so content to besmirch my good graces... Then perhaps it's best I head on my way back? What say you, Marietta? Could you suffer my presence for long enough for you to see the innocence of my visit with your own eyes?"
Elias looked to the servants tending to his horses and motioned for them to loose the horses from their restraints and escort them back into places within the stable. Even if Marietta didn't want him to stay, the course of action was apparent. Unless the woman was a fool she'd allow him passage into her home. Elias suspected, given Evi's cool demeanor, that her father had not yet arrived home. It would be best to assuage Marietta's concerns immediately lest her good graces turn into something altogether more sinister.
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Accusations, whether grounded in reality or not, drove Elias of Stravos to act in ways equivalent to the stresses others placed upon him. There was, of course, some amount of adaptability needed to hold a position of power... But the objectivity that could be present when weighing the pros and cons of a decision for the Lyncestian people was entirely different than the intricacies of conversation with a close and dear friend. Perhaps, Elias should have thought of the potential consequences in lingering too long in the Antonis archontiko. Or perhaps even before that, he could have ascertained that his time with Evi herself might've ended in such a conversation with Etta.
But, did Elias regret what he'd done? No. It would be foolish for him to second guess decisions at the slightest press of an awkward moment. No, for though he'd be remiss to admit that to someone such as say, Rafail of Marikas, he genuinely felt the familiar signs of affection for Evi in their time together. He'd done more than simply run the motions with her in pursuit of pleasure. And though pleasure he'd won, he suspected that Evi walked away with more than just the one thing she wanted. Never, when he invited her to Lyncestia, would he have imagined that he'd grow invested and yet...
The thought was pushed aside as Marietta went on to extinguish the silence between them with a contradiction. She asked questions that were very much leading in nature. Marietta had her obvious expectations, and they weren't expectations that Elias could truthfully begrudge her for. After all, the Stravos had a reputation for being a womanizer and more than that, the Stravoses themselves had a propensity for getting what they wanted by any means necessary. By the Gods, Elias still had to contend with the fact that Chara was fucking his best friend. He understood the initial onset of anger that Marietta was experiencing, the sensation of being betrayed...
But, Elias had known this for a fact and Marietta was going by conjecture and hearsay. The fact that she even had to imply her faith in him told the Stravos everything he needed to hear. Regardless of the truth of fabrication of his statement, her words rang hollow. Or, Marietta was putting up a front. Elias never knew Marietta to be a liar, but this bit of instigation, so uncharacteristic of his soft-spoken friend to begin with, spoke ill of the future.
However, and perhaps mercifully so, before Elias could go on to answer and give credence to the opinion that he was a liar, Evi came along to 'save the day'.
Honeyed hues glimmered with a dash of affection, both for the woman herself and her efforts, but it quelled immediately upon seeing the expression with which she looked to Marietta with. A woman as intelligent and independent as Evi likely wanted to rebuke this sort of chastising on her sister's behalf herself. And it became more apparent when Marietta's questioning was berated as poor manners and doted on his weariness, a bit of a moot point in it of itself (but not wholly inaccurate). The Headlord of Stravos offered a chuckle as he said,
"I would be pleased to accept such an invitation. But, if it troubles Marietta here, so seems so content to besmirch my good graces... Then perhaps it's best I head on my way back? What say you, Marietta? Could you suffer my presence for long enough for you to see the innocence of my visit with your own eyes?"
Elias looked to the servants tending to his horses and motioned for them to loose the horses from their restraints and escort them back into places within the stable. Even if Marietta didn't want him to stay, the course of action was apparent. Unless the woman was a fool she'd allow him passage into her home. Elias suspected, given Evi's cool demeanor, that her father had not yet arrived home. It would be best to assuage Marietta's concerns immediately lest her good graces turn into something altogether more sinister.
Accusations, whether grounded in reality or not, drove Elias of Stravos to act in ways equivalent to the stresses others placed upon him. There was, of course, some amount of adaptability needed to hold a position of power... But the objectivity that could be present when weighing the pros and cons of a decision for the Lyncestian people was entirely different than the intricacies of conversation with a close and dear friend. Perhaps, Elias should have thought of the potential consequences in lingering too long in the Antonis archontiko. Or perhaps even before that, he could have ascertained that his time with Evi herself might've ended in such a conversation with Etta.
But, did Elias regret what he'd done? No. It would be foolish for him to second guess decisions at the slightest press of an awkward moment. No, for though he'd be remiss to admit that to someone such as say, Rafail of Marikas, he genuinely felt the familiar signs of affection for Evi in their time together. He'd done more than simply run the motions with her in pursuit of pleasure. And though pleasure he'd won, he suspected that Evi walked away with more than just the one thing she wanted. Never, when he invited her to Lyncestia, would he have imagined that he'd grow invested and yet...
The thought was pushed aside as Marietta went on to extinguish the silence between them with a contradiction. She asked questions that were very much leading in nature. Marietta had her obvious expectations, and they weren't expectations that Elias could truthfully begrudge her for. After all, the Stravos had a reputation for being a womanizer and more than that, the Stravoses themselves had a propensity for getting what they wanted by any means necessary. By the Gods, Elias still had to contend with the fact that Chara was fucking his best friend. He understood the initial onset of anger that Marietta was experiencing, the sensation of being betrayed...
But, Elias had known this for a fact and Marietta was going by conjecture and hearsay. The fact that she even had to imply her faith in him told the Stravos everything he needed to hear. Regardless of the truth of fabrication of his statement, her words rang hollow. Or, Marietta was putting up a front. Elias never knew Marietta to be a liar, but this bit of instigation, so uncharacteristic of his soft-spoken friend to begin with, spoke ill of the future.
However, and perhaps mercifully so, before Elias could go on to answer and give credence to the opinion that he was a liar, Evi came along to 'save the day'.
Honeyed hues glimmered with a dash of affection, both for the woman herself and her efforts, but it quelled immediately upon seeing the expression with which she looked to Marietta with. A woman as intelligent and independent as Evi likely wanted to rebuke this sort of chastising on her sister's behalf herself. And it became more apparent when Marietta's questioning was berated as poor manners and doted on his weariness, a bit of a moot point in it of itself (but not wholly inaccurate). The Headlord of Stravos offered a chuckle as he said,
"I would be pleased to accept such an invitation. But, if it troubles Marietta here, so seems so content to besmirch my good graces... Then perhaps it's best I head on my way back? What say you, Marietta? Could you suffer my presence for long enough for you to see the innocence of my visit with your own eyes?"
Elias looked to the servants tending to his horses and motioned for them to loose the horses from their restraints and escort them back into places within the stable. Even if Marietta didn't want him to stay, the course of action was apparent. Unless the woman was a fool she'd allow him passage into her home. Elias suspected, given Evi's cool demeanor, that her father had not yet arrived home. It would be best to assuage Marietta's concerns immediately lest her good graces turn into something altogether more sinister.
Marietta’s teeth dug into the tip of her tongue, quite literally keeping her from opening her mouth to snap at either of them. There was no memory, no time that Marietta could recall, where her sister had scolded her. She felt the jolt of annoyance pulsate through her veins. It caught Marietta off guard. Another negative emotion that so rarely she experienced. Marietta barely knew what to do with herself or the situation she found herself in. The young woman feared conflict more than anything, but now she was so far in she could no longer find the exit.
Her eyes glided from her sister to Elias. Once again, silence filled the air around them. It was heavy, almost suffocating. She had not words to say, at least not words that would be kind or proper. Her words mattered not, however, with Elias’ motion to loose the horses. And so her lips curled into a fake smile, one that she did not attempt to hide in the slightest.
“Time between friends is hardly suffering, Eli,” Marietta’s words finally found her, as they dripped from her lips like poison, “But Evi, my dear, you must be so exhausted as well.” Marietta moved to her sister, smoothing down her hair. “You go rest, sister. I cannot imagine entertaining a guest after such a long journey. I’ll be more than happy to see that Eli is properly cared for.”
Marietta’s smile remained on her face the entire time as they moved to the manor. Her grey orbs shifting rapidly, trying to be aware of every little movement. The perceptive girl finally was putting her years of gambling with Eli to use as she tried to catch even the smallest tell between the pair. Marietta, however, never was good at catching Eli’s tells, an advantage he clearly had over her.
This may be a reason why Marietta hated conflict, especially amongst friends. It was too easy to put Marietta at a disadvantage. Eli and Evi had knowledge on their side. They were not plagued with paranoia and conspiracy theories that Marietta had.
“Tea, Elias? Perhaps something to eat?” Marietta asked as she snapped her fingers towards a servant to call them over. “Evi, I would be more than happy to ask them to run anything up to your room. I would suggest having them draw a bath. I find it does wonders to the muscles after such a day’s travel.”
Her eyes finally swept away from the pair and instead moved in the direction of the sitting room where a slave was dusting the various shelves along the wall. “Oh, finish this later if you must.” Marietta said with less patience than she would typically. The normally soft-spoken girl, even to slaves, had a slight sharpness to her. The slave almost immediately stopped, leaving without a word.
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Marietta’s teeth dug into the tip of her tongue, quite literally keeping her from opening her mouth to snap at either of them. There was no memory, no time that Marietta could recall, where her sister had scolded her. She felt the jolt of annoyance pulsate through her veins. It caught Marietta off guard. Another negative emotion that so rarely she experienced. Marietta barely knew what to do with herself or the situation she found herself in. The young woman feared conflict more than anything, but now she was so far in she could no longer find the exit.
Her eyes glided from her sister to Elias. Once again, silence filled the air around them. It was heavy, almost suffocating. She had not words to say, at least not words that would be kind or proper. Her words mattered not, however, with Elias’ motion to loose the horses. And so her lips curled into a fake smile, one that she did not attempt to hide in the slightest.
“Time between friends is hardly suffering, Eli,” Marietta’s words finally found her, as they dripped from her lips like poison, “But Evi, my dear, you must be so exhausted as well.” Marietta moved to her sister, smoothing down her hair. “You go rest, sister. I cannot imagine entertaining a guest after such a long journey. I’ll be more than happy to see that Eli is properly cared for.”
Marietta’s smile remained on her face the entire time as they moved to the manor. Her grey orbs shifting rapidly, trying to be aware of every little movement. The perceptive girl finally was putting her years of gambling with Eli to use as she tried to catch even the smallest tell between the pair. Marietta, however, never was good at catching Eli’s tells, an advantage he clearly had over her.
This may be a reason why Marietta hated conflict, especially amongst friends. It was too easy to put Marietta at a disadvantage. Eli and Evi had knowledge on their side. They were not plagued with paranoia and conspiracy theories that Marietta had.
“Tea, Elias? Perhaps something to eat?” Marietta asked as she snapped her fingers towards a servant to call them over. “Evi, I would be more than happy to ask them to run anything up to your room. I would suggest having them draw a bath. I find it does wonders to the muscles after such a day’s travel.”
Her eyes finally swept away from the pair and instead moved in the direction of the sitting room where a slave was dusting the various shelves along the wall. “Oh, finish this later if you must.” Marietta said with less patience than she would typically. The normally soft-spoken girl, even to slaves, had a slight sharpness to her. The slave almost immediately stopped, leaving without a word.
Marietta’s teeth dug into the tip of her tongue, quite literally keeping her from opening her mouth to snap at either of them. There was no memory, no time that Marietta could recall, where her sister had scolded her. She felt the jolt of annoyance pulsate through her veins. It caught Marietta off guard. Another negative emotion that so rarely she experienced. Marietta barely knew what to do with herself or the situation she found herself in. The young woman feared conflict more than anything, but now she was so far in she could no longer find the exit.
Her eyes glided from her sister to Elias. Once again, silence filled the air around them. It was heavy, almost suffocating. She had not words to say, at least not words that would be kind or proper. Her words mattered not, however, with Elias’ motion to loose the horses. And so her lips curled into a fake smile, one that she did not attempt to hide in the slightest.
“Time between friends is hardly suffering, Eli,” Marietta’s words finally found her, as they dripped from her lips like poison, “But Evi, my dear, you must be so exhausted as well.” Marietta moved to her sister, smoothing down her hair. “You go rest, sister. I cannot imagine entertaining a guest after such a long journey. I’ll be more than happy to see that Eli is properly cared for.”
Marietta’s smile remained on her face the entire time as they moved to the manor. Her grey orbs shifting rapidly, trying to be aware of every little movement. The perceptive girl finally was putting her years of gambling with Eli to use as she tried to catch even the smallest tell between the pair. Marietta, however, never was good at catching Eli’s tells, an advantage he clearly had over her.
This may be a reason why Marietta hated conflict, especially amongst friends. It was too easy to put Marietta at a disadvantage. Eli and Evi had knowledge on their side. They were not plagued with paranoia and conspiracy theories that Marietta had.
“Tea, Elias? Perhaps something to eat?” Marietta asked as she snapped her fingers towards a servant to call them over. “Evi, I would be more than happy to ask them to run anything up to your room. I would suggest having them draw a bath. I find it does wonders to the muscles after such a day’s travel.”
Her eyes finally swept away from the pair and instead moved in the direction of the sitting room where a slave was dusting the various shelves along the wall. “Oh, finish this later if you must.” Marietta said with less patience than she would typically. The normally soft-spoken girl, even to slaves, had a slight sharpness to her. The slave almost immediately stopped, leaving without a word.
Evi was used to silences. She had learnt that sometime silences were important in conversations, and a lull in dialogue was not always a bad thing. Conversational partners sometimes felt the need to fill those gaps with words, and that was when she was able to learn more about them, as they grew uncomfortable and tried to fill the void with something - anything - just to make them feel better. But Evi was gifted with knowing when to speak and when to stay silent.
With Marietta also quiet, Evi just waited, seemingly completely at ease with the situation. She wasn’t, truth be told, comfortable at all with the heavy weight of unspoken words hanging between the three of them, but she was pleased to discover she was a good enough actor to make it appear like she was completely unflustered by her sister’s quick appearance and sharp words.
When Marietta finally did speak, she seemed keen to remind the world that Evi was the younger, barely out of puberty and out in society. Someone who needed to be looked after, fragile, in a way. Evi was having none of it, “Oh, not at all, dear sister.” She responded with her own smile, reaching out to rub Marietta’s arm as if grateful for the thought she displayed. “The ride was long and tiring of course, but I have been sitting for far too long, and to go and lie down will not help me recover from the journey.”
Also, she couldn’t bear the idea of the two of them talking without her. Marietta had a way of getting information out of others, and she didn’t know if Elias was dying to tell someone about their evening activities of the night before. She hoped Elias was better than that, but he might crack, or even just hint at it by accident, and Marietta would be free to make her own assumptions about what had happened between them. It just would not do.
Evi followed her sister back into the manor, Elias walking next to her. With Marietta in front, she stole a glance leftwards trying to gauge Elias’ emotions from the expression on his face. It was a complete mask, almost void of emotion, with the exception of polite interest at the world around him. She marvelled at how easily this came to him, and wondered if she was wrong to have any doubts about him at all.
“I will enjoy a bath later. Elias and I have shared such riveting conversation this past day, it would be a shame to part ways and miss out on what delights he has yet to share.” He was, after all, her guest, despite being Marietta’s friend foremost. Though it did cause Evi to think about the possibility that perhaps Elias has had his fill - so to speak - of Evi and now wanted rid of the child. “Unless, of course, Lord Elias, you would prefer to be rid of me?” She said it with something close to a grin settling on her features, clearly teasing and refusing to believe that he actually was done with her.
“It is such a lovely day, can I suggest we have tea in the gardens?” Without waiting for her sister to respond, she added this last request to the servant who was to be sent to make them up some refreshments.
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Evi was used to silences. She had learnt that sometime silences were important in conversations, and a lull in dialogue was not always a bad thing. Conversational partners sometimes felt the need to fill those gaps with words, and that was when she was able to learn more about them, as they grew uncomfortable and tried to fill the void with something - anything - just to make them feel better. But Evi was gifted with knowing when to speak and when to stay silent.
With Marietta also quiet, Evi just waited, seemingly completely at ease with the situation. She wasn’t, truth be told, comfortable at all with the heavy weight of unspoken words hanging between the three of them, but she was pleased to discover she was a good enough actor to make it appear like she was completely unflustered by her sister’s quick appearance and sharp words.
When Marietta finally did speak, she seemed keen to remind the world that Evi was the younger, barely out of puberty and out in society. Someone who needed to be looked after, fragile, in a way. Evi was having none of it, “Oh, not at all, dear sister.” She responded with her own smile, reaching out to rub Marietta’s arm as if grateful for the thought she displayed. “The ride was long and tiring of course, but I have been sitting for far too long, and to go and lie down will not help me recover from the journey.”
Also, she couldn’t bear the idea of the two of them talking without her. Marietta had a way of getting information out of others, and she didn’t know if Elias was dying to tell someone about their evening activities of the night before. She hoped Elias was better than that, but he might crack, or even just hint at it by accident, and Marietta would be free to make her own assumptions about what had happened between them. It just would not do.
Evi followed her sister back into the manor, Elias walking next to her. With Marietta in front, she stole a glance leftwards trying to gauge Elias’ emotions from the expression on his face. It was a complete mask, almost void of emotion, with the exception of polite interest at the world around him. She marvelled at how easily this came to him, and wondered if she was wrong to have any doubts about him at all.
“I will enjoy a bath later. Elias and I have shared such riveting conversation this past day, it would be a shame to part ways and miss out on what delights he has yet to share.” He was, after all, her guest, despite being Marietta’s friend foremost. Though it did cause Evi to think about the possibility that perhaps Elias has had his fill - so to speak - of Evi and now wanted rid of the child. “Unless, of course, Lord Elias, you would prefer to be rid of me?” She said it with something close to a grin settling on her features, clearly teasing and refusing to believe that he actually was done with her.
“It is such a lovely day, can I suggest we have tea in the gardens?” Without waiting for her sister to respond, she added this last request to the servant who was to be sent to make them up some refreshments.
Evi was used to silences. She had learnt that sometime silences were important in conversations, and a lull in dialogue was not always a bad thing. Conversational partners sometimes felt the need to fill those gaps with words, and that was when she was able to learn more about them, as they grew uncomfortable and tried to fill the void with something - anything - just to make them feel better. But Evi was gifted with knowing when to speak and when to stay silent.
With Marietta also quiet, Evi just waited, seemingly completely at ease with the situation. She wasn’t, truth be told, comfortable at all with the heavy weight of unspoken words hanging between the three of them, but she was pleased to discover she was a good enough actor to make it appear like she was completely unflustered by her sister’s quick appearance and sharp words.
When Marietta finally did speak, she seemed keen to remind the world that Evi was the younger, barely out of puberty and out in society. Someone who needed to be looked after, fragile, in a way. Evi was having none of it, “Oh, not at all, dear sister.” She responded with her own smile, reaching out to rub Marietta’s arm as if grateful for the thought she displayed. “The ride was long and tiring of course, but I have been sitting for far too long, and to go and lie down will not help me recover from the journey.”
Also, she couldn’t bear the idea of the two of them talking without her. Marietta had a way of getting information out of others, and she didn’t know if Elias was dying to tell someone about their evening activities of the night before. She hoped Elias was better than that, but he might crack, or even just hint at it by accident, and Marietta would be free to make her own assumptions about what had happened between them. It just would not do.
Evi followed her sister back into the manor, Elias walking next to her. With Marietta in front, she stole a glance leftwards trying to gauge Elias’ emotions from the expression on his face. It was a complete mask, almost void of emotion, with the exception of polite interest at the world around him. She marvelled at how easily this came to him, and wondered if she was wrong to have any doubts about him at all.
“I will enjoy a bath later. Elias and I have shared such riveting conversation this past day, it would be a shame to part ways and miss out on what delights he has yet to share.” He was, after all, her guest, despite being Marietta’s friend foremost. Though it did cause Evi to think about the possibility that perhaps Elias has had his fill - so to speak - of Evi and now wanted rid of the child. “Unless, of course, Lord Elias, you would prefer to be rid of me?” She said it with something close to a grin settling on her features, clearly teasing and refusing to believe that he actually was done with her.
“It is such a lovely day, can I suggest we have tea in the gardens?” Without waiting for her sister to respond, she added this last request to the servant who was to be sent to make them up some refreshments.
Acting was a stage of Elias' life that, in his more somber moments, he wished he could go back to. The grasp upon his life that was his responsibility to the province he had just left, the duties of the Headlord of Dynasteia Stravos, and the task of being a senator all tied together to make it so that Elias could never truly release himself from his duties and participate in the arts. A patron and once-student of the arts, it irked Elias to eternally be thrust into the practical. And yet, he found in them a sense of competence that perhaps, wasn't entirely bereft of merit. As Evi had told him the night before, the people of Lyncestia looked to him as their leader, and he'd gained enough insight into the understanding of power in it.
Never forget your power, Elias...
An echo of a decade past, the call of Circenia through the wading pools of the ages always beckoned him. Elias of Stravos understood his power, and it was in his capacity for deception. The people of Lyncestia believed him a kind and worthy leader when only half of it was true. The senators believed him somewhere between a playboy and a fool, but again only half of it was true. He used his capacity for deception to manifest his power, to allow his political opponents to underestimate him until his time to rise was due. And he recalled this power now, when the topic of discussion was far lighter in nature than the future of a province, but altogether far less... comfortable. To tell Marietta any kind of truth here would serve to make Evi's life more difficult, and as invested as he'd become in the young Antonis woman, he was remiss to allow that circumstance to come to being.
When Marietta spoke, she addressed him first. A chuckle escaped his lips, and it was quite apparent that the three of them took to a frigid disposition masquerading as every day conversation. It was almost laughable, the absurdity of it all. For Marietta berated her younger sister and yet after the time Elias and Evi had spent together, he suspected that she knew far more about being a woman than Marietta did. Then, she went on to dismiss the younger Antonis as if her presence was unnecessary. Was she trying to corner Elias? Did Marietta of Antonis truly believe that her best chance at any sort of answer was to put hersself alone with him? It seemed laughable for the meek and confrontation shy Marietta to press him.
But, contrary to her sister's expectations, it seemed, Evi of Antonis had no intention of leaving them be. The lord listened as Evi spoke, following her cadences with a hint of amusement. His features, of course, were the perfect mask of polite neutrality, lips curved into an ever-present smile while his gaze cast easily to whomever was speaking. He nodded when Evi referred to their riveting conversations, and it was quite intriguing to him how she Evi wove through the subject matter and her elder sister's clear implications while never missing a beat in the praises that rang with sincerity.
Even when she asked her question and the expression, almost catlike and laden with mirth in a way he found so endearing, seemed to meld perfectly. He wondered, even, if Marietta knew of the feelings Evi harboured for him. Of course, in the midst of the sisters speaking, Elias saw no reason to interject. Evi was more than capable of clipping Marietta's tone and it wasn't until he was addressed by Evi that he saw fit to grace the both of them with a response.
"It would be quite silly for me to presume to send you away in your own house, Lady Evi," he answered without paying any sort of glance to Marietta. His tone was jabbing enough, berating. Marietta had stepped over the line in her efforts to get any sort of answer, and it seemed both the Headlord of Stravos and the younger Lady had every intention of showing her the nature of her transgression.
"Tea? Do the Antonis not offer wine or kykeon for their guests?" he wondered, his eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise. It wasn't quite that Elias minded what they were drinking or eating or where it was that the two showed Marietta her place, but he merely let his lips curve into a smile before he dismissed the point altogether.
"Whatever you'd like is fine. I'm inclined to agree with Lady Evi, however. We've been seated far too long and if I am to stay, a bit of time under the sun is due."
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Acting was a stage of Elias' life that, in his more somber moments, he wished he could go back to. The grasp upon his life that was his responsibility to the province he had just left, the duties of the Headlord of Dynasteia Stravos, and the task of being a senator all tied together to make it so that Elias could never truly release himself from his duties and participate in the arts. A patron and once-student of the arts, it irked Elias to eternally be thrust into the practical. And yet, he found in them a sense of competence that perhaps, wasn't entirely bereft of merit. As Evi had told him the night before, the people of Lyncestia looked to him as their leader, and he'd gained enough insight into the understanding of power in it.
Never forget your power, Elias...
An echo of a decade past, the call of Circenia through the wading pools of the ages always beckoned him. Elias of Stravos understood his power, and it was in his capacity for deception. The people of Lyncestia believed him a kind and worthy leader when only half of it was true. The senators believed him somewhere between a playboy and a fool, but again only half of it was true. He used his capacity for deception to manifest his power, to allow his political opponents to underestimate him until his time to rise was due. And he recalled this power now, when the topic of discussion was far lighter in nature than the future of a province, but altogether far less... comfortable. To tell Marietta any kind of truth here would serve to make Evi's life more difficult, and as invested as he'd become in the young Antonis woman, he was remiss to allow that circumstance to come to being.
When Marietta spoke, she addressed him first. A chuckle escaped his lips, and it was quite apparent that the three of them took to a frigid disposition masquerading as every day conversation. It was almost laughable, the absurdity of it all. For Marietta berated her younger sister and yet after the time Elias and Evi had spent together, he suspected that she knew far more about being a woman than Marietta did. Then, she went on to dismiss the younger Antonis as if her presence was unnecessary. Was she trying to corner Elias? Did Marietta of Antonis truly believe that her best chance at any sort of answer was to put hersself alone with him? It seemed laughable for the meek and confrontation shy Marietta to press him.
But, contrary to her sister's expectations, it seemed, Evi of Antonis had no intention of leaving them be. The lord listened as Evi spoke, following her cadences with a hint of amusement. His features, of course, were the perfect mask of polite neutrality, lips curved into an ever-present smile while his gaze cast easily to whomever was speaking. He nodded when Evi referred to their riveting conversations, and it was quite intriguing to him how she Evi wove through the subject matter and her elder sister's clear implications while never missing a beat in the praises that rang with sincerity.
Even when she asked her question and the expression, almost catlike and laden with mirth in a way he found so endearing, seemed to meld perfectly. He wondered, even, if Marietta knew of the feelings Evi harboured for him. Of course, in the midst of the sisters speaking, Elias saw no reason to interject. Evi was more than capable of clipping Marietta's tone and it wasn't until he was addressed by Evi that he saw fit to grace the both of them with a response.
"It would be quite silly for me to presume to send you away in your own house, Lady Evi," he answered without paying any sort of glance to Marietta. His tone was jabbing enough, berating. Marietta had stepped over the line in her efforts to get any sort of answer, and it seemed both the Headlord of Stravos and the younger Lady had every intention of showing her the nature of her transgression.
"Tea? Do the Antonis not offer wine or kykeon for their guests?" he wondered, his eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise. It wasn't quite that Elias minded what they were drinking or eating or where it was that the two showed Marietta her place, but he merely let his lips curve into a smile before he dismissed the point altogether.
"Whatever you'd like is fine. I'm inclined to agree with Lady Evi, however. We've been seated far too long and if I am to stay, a bit of time under the sun is due."
Acting was a stage of Elias' life that, in his more somber moments, he wished he could go back to. The grasp upon his life that was his responsibility to the province he had just left, the duties of the Headlord of Dynasteia Stravos, and the task of being a senator all tied together to make it so that Elias could never truly release himself from his duties and participate in the arts. A patron and once-student of the arts, it irked Elias to eternally be thrust into the practical. And yet, he found in them a sense of competence that perhaps, wasn't entirely bereft of merit. As Evi had told him the night before, the people of Lyncestia looked to him as their leader, and he'd gained enough insight into the understanding of power in it.
Never forget your power, Elias...
An echo of a decade past, the call of Circenia through the wading pools of the ages always beckoned him. Elias of Stravos understood his power, and it was in his capacity for deception. The people of Lyncestia believed him a kind and worthy leader when only half of it was true. The senators believed him somewhere between a playboy and a fool, but again only half of it was true. He used his capacity for deception to manifest his power, to allow his political opponents to underestimate him until his time to rise was due. And he recalled this power now, when the topic of discussion was far lighter in nature than the future of a province, but altogether far less... comfortable. To tell Marietta any kind of truth here would serve to make Evi's life more difficult, and as invested as he'd become in the young Antonis woman, he was remiss to allow that circumstance to come to being.
When Marietta spoke, she addressed him first. A chuckle escaped his lips, and it was quite apparent that the three of them took to a frigid disposition masquerading as every day conversation. It was almost laughable, the absurdity of it all. For Marietta berated her younger sister and yet after the time Elias and Evi had spent together, he suspected that she knew far more about being a woman than Marietta did. Then, she went on to dismiss the younger Antonis as if her presence was unnecessary. Was she trying to corner Elias? Did Marietta of Antonis truly believe that her best chance at any sort of answer was to put hersself alone with him? It seemed laughable for the meek and confrontation shy Marietta to press him.
But, contrary to her sister's expectations, it seemed, Evi of Antonis had no intention of leaving them be. The lord listened as Evi spoke, following her cadences with a hint of amusement. His features, of course, were the perfect mask of polite neutrality, lips curved into an ever-present smile while his gaze cast easily to whomever was speaking. He nodded when Evi referred to their riveting conversations, and it was quite intriguing to him how she Evi wove through the subject matter and her elder sister's clear implications while never missing a beat in the praises that rang with sincerity.
Even when she asked her question and the expression, almost catlike and laden with mirth in a way he found so endearing, seemed to meld perfectly. He wondered, even, if Marietta knew of the feelings Evi harboured for him. Of course, in the midst of the sisters speaking, Elias saw no reason to interject. Evi was more than capable of clipping Marietta's tone and it wasn't until he was addressed by Evi that he saw fit to grace the both of them with a response.
"It would be quite silly for me to presume to send you away in your own house, Lady Evi," he answered without paying any sort of glance to Marietta. His tone was jabbing enough, berating. Marietta had stepped over the line in her efforts to get any sort of answer, and it seemed both the Headlord of Stravos and the younger Lady had every intention of showing her the nature of her transgression.
"Tea? Do the Antonis not offer wine or kykeon for their guests?" he wondered, his eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise. It wasn't quite that Elias minded what they were drinking or eating or where it was that the two showed Marietta her place, but he merely let his lips curve into a smile before he dismissed the point altogether.
"Whatever you'd like is fine. I'm inclined to agree with Lady Evi, however. We've been seated far too long and if I am to stay, a bit of time under the sun is due."
There was only so much Marietta could take. She felt her heartbeat pick up. Thump, thump thump. Marietta could hear it ringing in her ears. Thumpthumpthump. She hated this. She absolutely hated this. Why couldn’t Evi just go away? Marietta could only handle one person at a time. And honestly, she did not want to have this conversation with her. There were certain things among sisters Marietta didn’t want to hear.
And yet, Evi inserted herself firmly into the situation. Marietta in part envied that trait in Evi. She wished she could be so cooly in a strife. Her sister spoke with such smooth confidence with words that dug into Marietta. Oh how Marietta longed to be in her room right now. It was taking all of her will power for her breathing not to quicken.
Once again, Marietta thank the gods for giving her the opportunity to gamble alongside Eli in the past. It was those skills that allowed her to keep her face straight, despite the inner turmoil she was going through. She simply nodded and moved towards the garden, informing the servant to fetch the wine. She didn’t care where they were or what they drank. The details really didn’t matter to Marietta. They were just further annoyances. Marietta had no patience to argue for small petty things. If they chose to dictate food and place of conversation, that was fine. But Marietta, at the least, would choose the topic. Even if it was a topic no one wanted to have.
Marietta waited until the drinks were served. She sat in the garden the entire time just listening to her own heartbeat and breathing, both now vastly unsynchronized. She could only control one, and she’d much rather control what Evi and Eli could very easily notice.
Once the servants moved out of earshot Marietta raised her wine glass to her lips. She took a large sip, praying for the ruby red liquid to give her strength in what she was about to say. “Did you two have sex?”
There. She said it. Marietta hated being blunt. She felt her stomach flip. The desire to vomit almost outweighed the desire to run. Marietta, however, stayed firm. Her head just tilted to side as she observed the two. “I see that being blunt will the only way to progress, and I grew tired of our niceties. If I’m told yes now, I’ll just be disappointed, but I’d be willing to listen. If I’m told no, then I’ll believe you. If I’m told no and later learn that was a lie, then I’ll be angry.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Evi.” Marietta continues. “Eli, I apologize because I do recognize this is rude, but you’ve built yourself a reputation. And I find myself protective of my siblings. Not that I would dream of accusing you of hurting her, Eli. But in matters that involve my family and my best friend, outside of politics, I would appreciate transparency.”
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There was only so much Marietta could take. She felt her heartbeat pick up. Thump, thump thump. Marietta could hear it ringing in her ears. Thumpthumpthump. She hated this. She absolutely hated this. Why couldn’t Evi just go away? Marietta could only handle one person at a time. And honestly, she did not want to have this conversation with her. There were certain things among sisters Marietta didn’t want to hear.
And yet, Evi inserted herself firmly into the situation. Marietta in part envied that trait in Evi. She wished she could be so cooly in a strife. Her sister spoke with such smooth confidence with words that dug into Marietta. Oh how Marietta longed to be in her room right now. It was taking all of her will power for her breathing not to quicken.
Once again, Marietta thank the gods for giving her the opportunity to gamble alongside Eli in the past. It was those skills that allowed her to keep her face straight, despite the inner turmoil she was going through. She simply nodded and moved towards the garden, informing the servant to fetch the wine. She didn’t care where they were or what they drank. The details really didn’t matter to Marietta. They were just further annoyances. Marietta had no patience to argue for small petty things. If they chose to dictate food and place of conversation, that was fine. But Marietta, at the least, would choose the topic. Even if it was a topic no one wanted to have.
Marietta waited until the drinks were served. She sat in the garden the entire time just listening to her own heartbeat and breathing, both now vastly unsynchronized. She could only control one, and she’d much rather control what Evi and Eli could very easily notice.
Once the servants moved out of earshot Marietta raised her wine glass to her lips. She took a large sip, praying for the ruby red liquid to give her strength in what she was about to say. “Did you two have sex?”
There. She said it. Marietta hated being blunt. She felt her stomach flip. The desire to vomit almost outweighed the desire to run. Marietta, however, stayed firm. Her head just tilted to side as she observed the two. “I see that being blunt will the only way to progress, and I grew tired of our niceties. If I’m told yes now, I’ll just be disappointed, but I’d be willing to listen. If I’m told no, then I’ll believe you. If I’m told no and later learn that was a lie, then I’ll be angry.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Evi.” Marietta continues. “Eli, I apologize because I do recognize this is rude, but you’ve built yourself a reputation. And I find myself protective of my siblings. Not that I would dream of accusing you of hurting her, Eli. But in matters that involve my family and my best friend, outside of politics, I would appreciate transparency.”
There was only so much Marietta could take. She felt her heartbeat pick up. Thump, thump thump. Marietta could hear it ringing in her ears. Thumpthumpthump. She hated this. She absolutely hated this. Why couldn’t Evi just go away? Marietta could only handle one person at a time. And honestly, she did not want to have this conversation with her. There were certain things among sisters Marietta didn’t want to hear.
And yet, Evi inserted herself firmly into the situation. Marietta in part envied that trait in Evi. She wished she could be so cooly in a strife. Her sister spoke with such smooth confidence with words that dug into Marietta. Oh how Marietta longed to be in her room right now. It was taking all of her will power for her breathing not to quicken.
Once again, Marietta thank the gods for giving her the opportunity to gamble alongside Eli in the past. It was those skills that allowed her to keep her face straight, despite the inner turmoil she was going through. She simply nodded and moved towards the garden, informing the servant to fetch the wine. She didn’t care where they were or what they drank. The details really didn’t matter to Marietta. They were just further annoyances. Marietta had no patience to argue for small petty things. If they chose to dictate food and place of conversation, that was fine. But Marietta, at the least, would choose the topic. Even if it was a topic no one wanted to have.
Marietta waited until the drinks were served. She sat in the garden the entire time just listening to her own heartbeat and breathing, both now vastly unsynchronized. She could only control one, and she’d much rather control what Evi and Eli could very easily notice.
Once the servants moved out of earshot Marietta raised her wine glass to her lips. She took a large sip, praying for the ruby red liquid to give her strength in what she was about to say. “Did you two have sex?”
There. She said it. Marietta hated being blunt. She felt her stomach flip. The desire to vomit almost outweighed the desire to run. Marietta, however, stayed firm. Her head just tilted to side as she observed the two. “I see that being blunt will the only way to progress, and I grew tired of our niceties. If I’m told yes now, I’ll just be disappointed, but I’d be willing to listen. If I’m told no, then I’ll believe you. If I’m told no and later learn that was a lie, then I’ll be angry.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Evi.” Marietta continues. “Eli, I apologize because I do recognize this is rude, but you’ve built yourself a reputation. And I find myself protective of my siblings. Not that I would dream of accusing you of hurting her, Eli. But in matters that involve my family and my best friend, outside of politics, I would appreciate transparency.”
having some control over her younger sisters that she really didn’t like it when she was told ‘no’ by one of them. But it seemed to go deeper than just a desire to tell Evi what to do today. Evi was closer to Marietta than she was to her other sisters: they had a lot in common, more than was shared with the others. They enjoyed just spending time together, even if neither was actually speaking. Now, however, Evi could tell that she wanted rid of her, to talk to Elias alone.
Evi didn’t let it bother her, nor did she let on that she knew how uncomfortable she was making Marietta. The trio made their way through to the garden, Marietta taking a seat in one of the garden chaises. Evi remained standing, and considered asking Elias to take a turn with her around the garden. She thought better of it, however, knowing that would probably push Marietta to her limits.
Accepting a glass of wine from one of the servants, Evi sipped at it lightly. She was young and generally rather inexperienced in drinking, so she did not want to imbibe too much, lest she said something she would later regret. Probably a good thing, with the turn the conversation took. Marietta, normally one to beat about the bush before getting to the point, pushed the limits of polite conversation by bluntly asking if the pair had had sex.
Evi, drink to her lips when the question was asked, choked on the sip of wine that had just entered her mouth. She took a few moments, wine glass set down on the table and hand holding her chest as she coughed up the droplets of wine that went down the wrong pipe. Well, if anything gave Marietta a positive answer, Evi’s reaction probably did more to answer the question than anything they could say in response.
With Evi finally free of coughing, Marietta continued speaking to the pair of them. Evi started at her sister, mouth pressed together in a thin line. She spared a tiny glance towards Elias, wondering how he was reacting to Marietta’s blunt question. But for her part, Evi said nothing to actually answer the question. She couldn’t outright lie to her sister, nor did she want to be the one who admitted the truth out loud. Elias had far more to lose by their frivolous, but ultimately meaningless, night together becoming public knowledge. Not that telling Marietta would make the knowledge become public, but it was one more person, and that’s how rumours started. It was up to him, Evi could deal with her sister if he did decide to tell the truth.
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having some control over her younger sisters that she really didn’t like it when she was told ‘no’ by one of them. But it seemed to go deeper than just a desire to tell Evi what to do today. Evi was closer to Marietta than she was to her other sisters: they had a lot in common, more than was shared with the others. They enjoyed just spending time together, even if neither was actually speaking. Now, however, Evi could tell that she wanted rid of her, to talk to Elias alone.
Evi didn’t let it bother her, nor did she let on that she knew how uncomfortable she was making Marietta. The trio made their way through to the garden, Marietta taking a seat in one of the garden chaises. Evi remained standing, and considered asking Elias to take a turn with her around the garden. She thought better of it, however, knowing that would probably push Marietta to her limits.
Accepting a glass of wine from one of the servants, Evi sipped at it lightly. She was young and generally rather inexperienced in drinking, so she did not want to imbibe too much, lest she said something she would later regret. Probably a good thing, with the turn the conversation took. Marietta, normally one to beat about the bush before getting to the point, pushed the limits of polite conversation by bluntly asking if the pair had had sex.
Evi, drink to her lips when the question was asked, choked on the sip of wine that had just entered her mouth. She took a few moments, wine glass set down on the table and hand holding her chest as she coughed up the droplets of wine that went down the wrong pipe. Well, if anything gave Marietta a positive answer, Evi’s reaction probably did more to answer the question than anything they could say in response.
With Evi finally free of coughing, Marietta continued speaking to the pair of them. Evi started at her sister, mouth pressed together in a thin line. She spared a tiny glance towards Elias, wondering how he was reacting to Marietta’s blunt question. But for her part, Evi said nothing to actually answer the question. She couldn’t outright lie to her sister, nor did she want to be the one who admitted the truth out loud. Elias had far more to lose by their frivolous, but ultimately meaningless, night together becoming public knowledge. Not that telling Marietta would make the knowledge become public, but it was one more person, and that’s how rumours started. It was up to him, Evi could deal with her sister if he did decide to tell the truth.
having some control over her younger sisters that she really didn’t like it when she was told ‘no’ by one of them. But it seemed to go deeper than just a desire to tell Evi what to do today. Evi was closer to Marietta than she was to her other sisters: they had a lot in common, more than was shared with the others. They enjoyed just spending time together, even if neither was actually speaking. Now, however, Evi could tell that she wanted rid of her, to talk to Elias alone.
Evi didn’t let it bother her, nor did she let on that she knew how uncomfortable she was making Marietta. The trio made their way through to the garden, Marietta taking a seat in one of the garden chaises. Evi remained standing, and considered asking Elias to take a turn with her around the garden. She thought better of it, however, knowing that would probably push Marietta to her limits.
Accepting a glass of wine from one of the servants, Evi sipped at it lightly. She was young and generally rather inexperienced in drinking, so she did not want to imbibe too much, lest she said something she would later regret. Probably a good thing, with the turn the conversation took. Marietta, normally one to beat about the bush before getting to the point, pushed the limits of polite conversation by bluntly asking if the pair had had sex.
Evi, drink to her lips when the question was asked, choked on the sip of wine that had just entered her mouth. She took a few moments, wine glass set down on the table and hand holding her chest as she coughed up the droplets of wine that went down the wrong pipe. Well, if anything gave Marietta a positive answer, Evi’s reaction probably did more to answer the question than anything they could say in response.
With Evi finally free of coughing, Marietta continued speaking to the pair of them. Evi started at her sister, mouth pressed together in a thin line. She spared a tiny glance towards Elias, wondering how he was reacting to Marietta’s blunt question. But for her part, Evi said nothing to actually answer the question. She couldn’t outright lie to her sister, nor did she want to be the one who admitted the truth out loud. Elias had far more to lose by their frivolous, but ultimately meaningless, night together becoming public knowledge. Not that telling Marietta would make the knowledge become public, but it was one more person, and that’s how rumours started. It was up to him, Evi could deal with her sister if he did decide to tell the truth.
There was nothing to enjoy about the way this conversation was going. However, there was wine to soften the stress of it, and once it arrived, he drink freely. He expected Marietta to ask the question she did, but the elder of the Antonis sisters was not a woman given to bouts of immense courage. As well as he knew her, he expected her to try to worm the facts out of them, or assessing their tone and figuring out the story for herself. She was a trusting girl, but sharper than perhaps her social ineptitude allowed her to demonstrate publically. It made her his favourite gambling partner by far, one who'd along with him swindled many a drachma from their fellows within the upper echelons of young Athenian plutocracy.
But, he was wrong.
He was almost disappointed in how little effort she put into it all. Clearly, the entire conversation was something she wanted to get over, but insisted on having. Where Elias of Stravos was content to squeeze an extra few moments with Lady Evi out of his day, the idea of being confronted with such inquisition immediately upon their return with scarcely a drink in hand? It was offensive, even if it was true. Elias offered Evi a sidelong glance as he listened to her sputter over her drink. It could be assumed that she did so at the shock of being asked such a thing. Elias allowed a hand to slide behind Evi, ignoring Marietta as he sought to soothe the woman as she coughed out what had caused the incident.
Then, once the especially harsh reaction to it all had passed, the smirk carved upon the lips of Elias of Stravos. Marietta, in this instance, was no longer a friend to be consoled or assured. She was an echo of the past, one of many husbands and siblings who dared venture into the specifics of the Stravos' dalliances. It was never any of their business, and while the clout of being a playboy served to get him more and more conquests, something he enjoyed, the direct asking of it was a laughable thing. How many men, stronger and more sure, had threatened him because of this? How much drama could other people solicit at his expense, merely for the inevitability of his beauty bringing conquests to his feet and women to his bed?
Evi was, perhaps, different than those women. He'd taken her to Lyncestia on a whim, something he'd never done before, but he'd divulged sincere doubts, asked genuine questions, and treated her as more than some consort with which to have his pleasure and brush aside like an insect.
The laughter drew next from his lips as he narrowed his gaze at Marietta,
"I never figured that my supposed best friend would try to venture into this sort of behaviour. The creation of scandal. Haven't you done enough, Marietta? Hasn't your lust for gossip and your inquisitions into my personal life done enough damage for one lifetime?"
The Headlord of Stravos took to his wine, finishing off the glass before he told her,
"Yes, it is rude. And it's clear that your trust, however much of it you even have for me, is irrelevant to this conversation. Transparency be damned, my personal life need not be the header of your highlight of the current events of today!"
He wanted to hurt her, just enough to twist the knife and discourage her from ever talking about his love life again. The scars of his fallout with Iris of Argyris were healed over, but nonetheless their memory was ever-present in his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Lady Evi. I did not mean to shout or cause you duress," he completed, taking her hand and placing a polite kiss to the back of it.
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There was nothing to enjoy about the way this conversation was going. However, there was wine to soften the stress of it, and once it arrived, he drink freely. He expected Marietta to ask the question she did, but the elder of the Antonis sisters was not a woman given to bouts of immense courage. As well as he knew her, he expected her to try to worm the facts out of them, or assessing their tone and figuring out the story for herself. She was a trusting girl, but sharper than perhaps her social ineptitude allowed her to demonstrate publically. It made her his favourite gambling partner by far, one who'd along with him swindled many a drachma from their fellows within the upper echelons of young Athenian plutocracy.
But, he was wrong.
He was almost disappointed in how little effort she put into it all. Clearly, the entire conversation was something she wanted to get over, but insisted on having. Where Elias of Stravos was content to squeeze an extra few moments with Lady Evi out of his day, the idea of being confronted with such inquisition immediately upon their return with scarcely a drink in hand? It was offensive, even if it was true. Elias offered Evi a sidelong glance as he listened to her sputter over her drink. It could be assumed that she did so at the shock of being asked such a thing. Elias allowed a hand to slide behind Evi, ignoring Marietta as he sought to soothe the woman as she coughed out what had caused the incident.
Then, once the especially harsh reaction to it all had passed, the smirk carved upon the lips of Elias of Stravos. Marietta, in this instance, was no longer a friend to be consoled or assured. She was an echo of the past, one of many husbands and siblings who dared venture into the specifics of the Stravos' dalliances. It was never any of their business, and while the clout of being a playboy served to get him more and more conquests, something he enjoyed, the direct asking of it was a laughable thing. How many men, stronger and more sure, had threatened him because of this? How much drama could other people solicit at his expense, merely for the inevitability of his beauty bringing conquests to his feet and women to his bed?
Evi was, perhaps, different than those women. He'd taken her to Lyncestia on a whim, something he'd never done before, but he'd divulged sincere doubts, asked genuine questions, and treated her as more than some consort with which to have his pleasure and brush aside like an insect.
The laughter drew next from his lips as he narrowed his gaze at Marietta,
"I never figured that my supposed best friend would try to venture into this sort of behaviour. The creation of scandal. Haven't you done enough, Marietta? Hasn't your lust for gossip and your inquisitions into my personal life done enough damage for one lifetime?"
The Headlord of Stravos took to his wine, finishing off the glass before he told her,
"Yes, it is rude. And it's clear that your trust, however much of it you even have for me, is irrelevant to this conversation. Transparency be damned, my personal life need not be the header of your highlight of the current events of today!"
He wanted to hurt her, just enough to twist the knife and discourage her from ever talking about his love life again. The scars of his fallout with Iris of Argyris were healed over, but nonetheless their memory was ever-present in his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Lady Evi. I did not mean to shout or cause you duress," he completed, taking her hand and placing a polite kiss to the back of it.
There was nothing to enjoy about the way this conversation was going. However, there was wine to soften the stress of it, and once it arrived, he drink freely. He expected Marietta to ask the question she did, but the elder of the Antonis sisters was not a woman given to bouts of immense courage. As well as he knew her, he expected her to try to worm the facts out of them, or assessing their tone and figuring out the story for herself. She was a trusting girl, but sharper than perhaps her social ineptitude allowed her to demonstrate publically. It made her his favourite gambling partner by far, one who'd along with him swindled many a drachma from their fellows within the upper echelons of young Athenian plutocracy.
But, he was wrong.
He was almost disappointed in how little effort she put into it all. Clearly, the entire conversation was something she wanted to get over, but insisted on having. Where Elias of Stravos was content to squeeze an extra few moments with Lady Evi out of his day, the idea of being confronted with such inquisition immediately upon their return with scarcely a drink in hand? It was offensive, even if it was true. Elias offered Evi a sidelong glance as he listened to her sputter over her drink. It could be assumed that she did so at the shock of being asked such a thing. Elias allowed a hand to slide behind Evi, ignoring Marietta as he sought to soothe the woman as she coughed out what had caused the incident.
Then, once the especially harsh reaction to it all had passed, the smirk carved upon the lips of Elias of Stravos. Marietta, in this instance, was no longer a friend to be consoled or assured. She was an echo of the past, one of many husbands and siblings who dared venture into the specifics of the Stravos' dalliances. It was never any of their business, and while the clout of being a playboy served to get him more and more conquests, something he enjoyed, the direct asking of it was a laughable thing. How many men, stronger and more sure, had threatened him because of this? How much drama could other people solicit at his expense, merely for the inevitability of his beauty bringing conquests to his feet and women to his bed?
Evi was, perhaps, different than those women. He'd taken her to Lyncestia on a whim, something he'd never done before, but he'd divulged sincere doubts, asked genuine questions, and treated her as more than some consort with which to have his pleasure and brush aside like an insect.
The laughter drew next from his lips as he narrowed his gaze at Marietta,
"I never figured that my supposed best friend would try to venture into this sort of behaviour. The creation of scandal. Haven't you done enough, Marietta? Hasn't your lust for gossip and your inquisitions into my personal life done enough damage for one lifetime?"
The Headlord of Stravos took to his wine, finishing off the glass before he told her,
"Yes, it is rude. And it's clear that your trust, however much of it you even have for me, is irrelevant to this conversation. Transparency be damned, my personal life need not be the header of your highlight of the current events of today!"
He wanted to hurt her, just enough to twist the knife and discourage her from ever talking about his love life again. The scars of his fallout with Iris of Argyris were healed over, but nonetheless their memory was ever-present in his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Lady Evi. I did not mean to shout or cause you duress," he completed, taking her hand and placing a polite kiss to the back of it.
Silence. That was what hung in the air. It was heavy, suffocating even. Marietta just stared, blinking for what felt like far too long. Her mind was trying to process his words- no, actually it was trying to process her emotions. Because in a second, the anxiety she felt disappeared. It was replaced with something colder, harder, something that Marietta did not often feel. What was this emotion? It caused the blood in her veins to pump even harder and her muscles to tense. Marietta realized this emotion could only be one thing.
It was anger.
How unusual. Anger was something Marietta did not often feel. Any negative feelings Marietta had tended to get poured into her art. Anger, frustration, sadness, they would be drawn into beautiful, heartbreaking portraits only to get discarded, never to be seen again. In fact the last time Marietta felt this anger was when she was struck across the face. But then, in that moment, Marietta was much more in the wrong. What a complex emotion this was. It was so multifaceted, something that she never truly allowed herself to feel. It was… almost powerful.
With that realization laughter bubbled from her lips. Once it started she couldn’t stop! She clutched her sides as she laughed harder and harder. Her chest began to hurt from how much Marietta howled. Tears even formed in her cheeks. She had not laughed this hard in ages! This was excellent, it truly was.
“I thank you, Eli.” She said wiping her tears, once her laughter devolved to giggling. She sniffed, recomposing herself. “I hadn't laughed quite so hard in ages. When I awoke this morning the last thing on my mind was my best friend and his conquests. Honestly, not a subject I ever cared to broach. But now? Now I have all the confidence I need for this topic. Should we begin alphabetically? How close to the top is Evi, if at all?”
She tilted her head to one side, taking a good hard look at him. “You and I both know you bring up the past in order to hurt me. But that incident you allude to? That was three years ago. I won’t apologize any longer for it. I’ve done my penance and since shown you loyalty.”
“And you’re right. Your personal life should not be any of my business. I don’t care who you sleep with, whether it be Sofia, or Iris, or some merchant’s wife. However my sister is an entirely different story. I have every right to know the going ons when it comes to my younger sisters.” Marietta’s eyes flashed to Evi. “And no amount of petty insults, or cheap jabs to get at my feelings will have me back down on matters of family, Eli.”
Marietta sat back now, crossing her arms. “I won’t pretend to know how the Stravos family operates, Elias. However, the Antonis are very protective of their own. So why don’t we try this again, without the outburst this time, hm? Did the two of you sleep together? A yes or a no would do just fine.”
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Silence. That was what hung in the air. It was heavy, suffocating even. Marietta just stared, blinking for what felt like far too long. Her mind was trying to process his words- no, actually it was trying to process her emotions. Because in a second, the anxiety she felt disappeared. It was replaced with something colder, harder, something that Marietta did not often feel. What was this emotion? It caused the blood in her veins to pump even harder and her muscles to tense. Marietta realized this emotion could only be one thing.
It was anger.
How unusual. Anger was something Marietta did not often feel. Any negative feelings Marietta had tended to get poured into her art. Anger, frustration, sadness, they would be drawn into beautiful, heartbreaking portraits only to get discarded, never to be seen again. In fact the last time Marietta felt this anger was when she was struck across the face. But then, in that moment, Marietta was much more in the wrong. What a complex emotion this was. It was so multifaceted, something that she never truly allowed herself to feel. It was… almost powerful.
With that realization laughter bubbled from her lips. Once it started she couldn’t stop! She clutched her sides as she laughed harder and harder. Her chest began to hurt from how much Marietta howled. Tears even formed in her cheeks. She had not laughed this hard in ages! This was excellent, it truly was.
“I thank you, Eli.” She said wiping her tears, once her laughter devolved to giggling. She sniffed, recomposing herself. “I hadn't laughed quite so hard in ages. When I awoke this morning the last thing on my mind was my best friend and his conquests. Honestly, not a subject I ever cared to broach. But now? Now I have all the confidence I need for this topic. Should we begin alphabetically? How close to the top is Evi, if at all?”
She tilted her head to one side, taking a good hard look at him. “You and I both know you bring up the past in order to hurt me. But that incident you allude to? That was three years ago. I won’t apologize any longer for it. I’ve done my penance and since shown you loyalty.”
“And you’re right. Your personal life should not be any of my business. I don’t care who you sleep with, whether it be Sofia, or Iris, or some merchant’s wife. However my sister is an entirely different story. I have every right to know the going ons when it comes to my younger sisters.” Marietta’s eyes flashed to Evi. “And no amount of petty insults, or cheap jabs to get at my feelings will have me back down on matters of family, Eli.”
Marietta sat back now, crossing her arms. “I won’t pretend to know how the Stravos family operates, Elias. However, the Antonis are very protective of their own. So why don’t we try this again, without the outburst this time, hm? Did the two of you sleep together? A yes or a no would do just fine.”
Silence. That was what hung in the air. It was heavy, suffocating even. Marietta just stared, blinking for what felt like far too long. Her mind was trying to process his words- no, actually it was trying to process her emotions. Because in a second, the anxiety she felt disappeared. It was replaced with something colder, harder, something that Marietta did not often feel. What was this emotion? It caused the blood in her veins to pump even harder and her muscles to tense. Marietta realized this emotion could only be one thing.
It was anger.
How unusual. Anger was something Marietta did not often feel. Any negative feelings Marietta had tended to get poured into her art. Anger, frustration, sadness, they would be drawn into beautiful, heartbreaking portraits only to get discarded, never to be seen again. In fact the last time Marietta felt this anger was when she was struck across the face. But then, in that moment, Marietta was much more in the wrong. What a complex emotion this was. It was so multifaceted, something that she never truly allowed herself to feel. It was… almost powerful.
With that realization laughter bubbled from her lips. Once it started she couldn’t stop! She clutched her sides as she laughed harder and harder. Her chest began to hurt from how much Marietta howled. Tears even formed in her cheeks. She had not laughed this hard in ages! This was excellent, it truly was.
“I thank you, Eli.” She said wiping her tears, once her laughter devolved to giggling. She sniffed, recomposing herself. “I hadn't laughed quite so hard in ages. When I awoke this morning the last thing on my mind was my best friend and his conquests. Honestly, not a subject I ever cared to broach. But now? Now I have all the confidence I need for this topic. Should we begin alphabetically? How close to the top is Evi, if at all?”
She tilted her head to one side, taking a good hard look at him. “You and I both know you bring up the past in order to hurt me. But that incident you allude to? That was three years ago. I won’t apologize any longer for it. I’ve done my penance and since shown you loyalty.”
“And you’re right. Your personal life should not be any of my business. I don’t care who you sleep with, whether it be Sofia, or Iris, or some merchant’s wife. However my sister is an entirely different story. I have every right to know the going ons when it comes to my younger sisters.” Marietta’s eyes flashed to Evi. “And no amount of petty insults, or cheap jabs to get at my feelings will have me back down on matters of family, Eli.”
Marietta sat back now, crossing her arms. “I won’t pretend to know how the Stravos family operates, Elias. However, the Antonis are very protective of their own. So why don’t we try this again, without the outburst this time, hm? Did the two of you sleep together? A yes or a no would do just fine.”
Elias and Marietta had been friends for years, for far longer than Evi had known the man. There was a history there, one Evi wasn’t aware of. That, only that, could surely cause Elias to say what he did to her sister. There was a fair amount of vitriol as Elias spoke, his gaze hard, his eyes unwavering. It was strange, seeing such an expression on the sweet, gentle man who had bedded her the night before. She wouldn’t have thought he had it in him… then again, he was a politician, and it was in his nature to wear many different faces.
This… anger, however, came out of something else. It was a personal attack, based on some knowledge that Marietta had done wrong against Elias in the past. Evi placed her glass of wine down on the table, glancing between the two of them. They both wore the same expressions of anger. Yes, something had happened in the past: Marietta had pushed to hard into Elias’ personal life. Part of her wanted to know what had happened, but then again there were enough rumours circulating about Elias and his conquests that maybe she didn’t want to know.
Elias’ expression softened as he turned away from Marietta and took Evi’s hand in his own. The girl, still new to getting attention from a man in this way, couldn’t help the blush that coloured her cheeks, but any words she had planned to say died on her lips as she heard her sister start to laugh. Evi turned in surprise, eyes wide and confused at what was causing her sister to act this way. The laughter continued, even leading to tears wetting her cheeks as she continued until she finally gained control over herself again.
Evi had never heard Marietta talk to someone in this way. Marietta was even-tempered, kind, even a little timid at times. That was not the case with her sister and closest friend, but still… Evi was shocked at the outburst that followed Elias’ own insulting utterance. It was a hard truth to be faced with, to be reminded of Elias’ reputation of bedding a multitude of women over the years. Now Evi was just a number, another tally on his bedpost. She remained silent, glancing between the two of them.
But her sister, despite her cruel words, seemed to still be trying to protect Evi, even though the deed was done. Evi knew Marietta spoke the truth - the Antonis sisters had always been fiercely loyal to each other. She had no doubt that Marietta meant what she said about protecting her younger sister. She wondered if she would still be worthy of that protection once Marietta discovered the truth of what had happened between herself and Elias. Now she hoped more than ever that Elias would not share the truth, lest her sister think of her as another whore who ended up being manipulated into bed by Elias.
But… there was no way they could keep this a secret forever. Marietta would likely find out one day, even if it was just a one-time event. And if it wasn’t? If it happened again - as Evi already so desperately wanted - that would be even harder to hide. The longer they tried to keep it a secret, the more Evi would end up hurting her sister.
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Elias and Marietta had been friends for years, for far longer than Evi had known the man. There was a history there, one Evi wasn’t aware of. That, only that, could surely cause Elias to say what he did to her sister. There was a fair amount of vitriol as Elias spoke, his gaze hard, his eyes unwavering. It was strange, seeing such an expression on the sweet, gentle man who had bedded her the night before. She wouldn’t have thought he had it in him… then again, he was a politician, and it was in his nature to wear many different faces.
This… anger, however, came out of something else. It was a personal attack, based on some knowledge that Marietta had done wrong against Elias in the past. Evi placed her glass of wine down on the table, glancing between the two of them. They both wore the same expressions of anger. Yes, something had happened in the past: Marietta had pushed to hard into Elias’ personal life. Part of her wanted to know what had happened, but then again there were enough rumours circulating about Elias and his conquests that maybe she didn’t want to know.
Elias’ expression softened as he turned away from Marietta and took Evi’s hand in his own. The girl, still new to getting attention from a man in this way, couldn’t help the blush that coloured her cheeks, but any words she had planned to say died on her lips as she heard her sister start to laugh. Evi turned in surprise, eyes wide and confused at what was causing her sister to act this way. The laughter continued, even leading to tears wetting her cheeks as she continued until she finally gained control over herself again.
Evi had never heard Marietta talk to someone in this way. Marietta was even-tempered, kind, even a little timid at times. That was not the case with her sister and closest friend, but still… Evi was shocked at the outburst that followed Elias’ own insulting utterance. It was a hard truth to be faced with, to be reminded of Elias’ reputation of bedding a multitude of women over the years. Now Evi was just a number, another tally on his bedpost. She remained silent, glancing between the two of them.
But her sister, despite her cruel words, seemed to still be trying to protect Evi, even though the deed was done. Evi knew Marietta spoke the truth - the Antonis sisters had always been fiercely loyal to each other. She had no doubt that Marietta meant what she said about protecting her younger sister. She wondered if she would still be worthy of that protection once Marietta discovered the truth of what had happened between herself and Elias. Now she hoped more than ever that Elias would not share the truth, lest her sister think of her as another whore who ended up being manipulated into bed by Elias.
But… there was no way they could keep this a secret forever. Marietta would likely find out one day, even if it was just a one-time event. And if it wasn’t? If it happened again - as Evi already so desperately wanted - that would be even harder to hide. The longer they tried to keep it a secret, the more Evi would end up hurting her sister.
Elias and Marietta had been friends for years, for far longer than Evi had known the man. There was a history there, one Evi wasn’t aware of. That, only that, could surely cause Elias to say what he did to her sister. There was a fair amount of vitriol as Elias spoke, his gaze hard, his eyes unwavering. It was strange, seeing such an expression on the sweet, gentle man who had bedded her the night before. She wouldn’t have thought he had it in him… then again, he was a politician, and it was in his nature to wear many different faces.
This… anger, however, came out of something else. It was a personal attack, based on some knowledge that Marietta had done wrong against Elias in the past. Evi placed her glass of wine down on the table, glancing between the two of them. They both wore the same expressions of anger. Yes, something had happened in the past: Marietta had pushed to hard into Elias’ personal life. Part of her wanted to know what had happened, but then again there were enough rumours circulating about Elias and his conquests that maybe she didn’t want to know.
Elias’ expression softened as he turned away from Marietta and took Evi’s hand in his own. The girl, still new to getting attention from a man in this way, couldn’t help the blush that coloured her cheeks, but any words she had planned to say died on her lips as she heard her sister start to laugh. Evi turned in surprise, eyes wide and confused at what was causing her sister to act this way. The laughter continued, even leading to tears wetting her cheeks as she continued until she finally gained control over herself again.
Evi had never heard Marietta talk to someone in this way. Marietta was even-tempered, kind, even a little timid at times. That was not the case with her sister and closest friend, but still… Evi was shocked at the outburst that followed Elias’ own insulting utterance. It was a hard truth to be faced with, to be reminded of Elias’ reputation of bedding a multitude of women over the years. Now Evi was just a number, another tally on his bedpost. She remained silent, glancing between the two of them.
But her sister, despite her cruel words, seemed to still be trying to protect Evi, even though the deed was done. Evi knew Marietta spoke the truth - the Antonis sisters had always been fiercely loyal to each other. She had no doubt that Marietta meant what she said about protecting her younger sister. She wondered if she would still be worthy of that protection once Marietta discovered the truth of what had happened between herself and Elias. Now she hoped more than ever that Elias would not share the truth, lest her sister think of her as another whore who ended up being manipulated into bed by Elias.
But… there was no way they could keep this a secret forever. Marietta would likely find out one day, even if it was just a one-time event. And if it wasn’t? If it happened again - as Evi already so desperately wanted - that would be even harder to hide. The longer they tried to keep it a secret, the more Evi would end up hurting her sister.
There was nothing needed to be said. Marietta had no need to wait for Elias to respond. While it felt good to get all of that off her chest, to finally move on from the past, she did not wish to sit here and continue to bicker with Elias. She had more important matters to take care of, and the thought of yet another fallout with her best friend was something that Marietta did want to avoid. And besides, they had not said they were sleeping together. Marietta would trust them and reserve the right to be angry should those words turn out to be lies.
Though, Marietta should give her sister more credit. She was intelligent, the most intelligent of the Antonis. She had a good head on her shoulders, even if she did sometimes prove to still be young. Evi would not sleep with Elias. She would know better. The man was to be King, as such he would have to take a Princess from another land or a first daughter of one of the royal families. Persephone would be a good choice for him, or Sofia, or Sanasa. Not Evi, the second youngest of the Antonis family. Evi would know this as well, so sleeping together would be foolish.
At least, Marietta only hoped that she knew this.
It mattered not. Elias had overstayed his visit. “Well, this was such a lovely time, Eli. I’m afraid, however, the hour gets late. Evi, come let’s get you washed up so you can attend dinner properly.” Marietta grabbed her wrist and pulled her sister to her feet. “Excuse me, Eli, if I do not walk you to the door. Our servants would be happy to escort you to your carriage.”
Marietta, still angry, pulled her sister away from him. She cared not to hear his words, whether they be apology or insult, Marietta would prefer to be deaf to them. They would do little to quell Marietta’s rage. In fact, it would only make the fallout more likely to occur, something she was not sure she would be able to get over again.
Marietta spoke no words to Evi as she pulled her away. She was lost in her own mind. Tomorrow, she knew, Marietta would wake up and pretend nothing happened. She would paint as she normally did, play her harp as she so often enjoyed. She may even ask Evi to accompany her to the library. Marietta would later see Elias and act as if they had no spat. Marietta was quick to forgive, especially because prolonged conflict only caused her anxieties to worsen. When the sisters entered the house, Marietta finally let go of her sister’s wrist. Without even giving her a second glance, in fear that her anger would then be unfairly directed at Evi, Marietta stormed away to her room. There was one thing Marietta knew for certain: They should have never talked about this.
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There was nothing needed to be said. Marietta had no need to wait for Elias to respond. While it felt good to get all of that off her chest, to finally move on from the past, she did not wish to sit here and continue to bicker with Elias. She had more important matters to take care of, and the thought of yet another fallout with her best friend was something that Marietta did want to avoid. And besides, they had not said they were sleeping together. Marietta would trust them and reserve the right to be angry should those words turn out to be lies.
Though, Marietta should give her sister more credit. She was intelligent, the most intelligent of the Antonis. She had a good head on her shoulders, even if she did sometimes prove to still be young. Evi would not sleep with Elias. She would know better. The man was to be King, as such he would have to take a Princess from another land or a first daughter of one of the royal families. Persephone would be a good choice for him, or Sofia, or Sanasa. Not Evi, the second youngest of the Antonis family. Evi would know this as well, so sleeping together would be foolish.
At least, Marietta only hoped that she knew this.
It mattered not. Elias had overstayed his visit. “Well, this was such a lovely time, Eli. I’m afraid, however, the hour gets late. Evi, come let’s get you washed up so you can attend dinner properly.” Marietta grabbed her wrist and pulled her sister to her feet. “Excuse me, Eli, if I do not walk you to the door. Our servants would be happy to escort you to your carriage.”
Marietta, still angry, pulled her sister away from him. She cared not to hear his words, whether they be apology or insult, Marietta would prefer to be deaf to them. They would do little to quell Marietta’s rage. In fact, it would only make the fallout more likely to occur, something she was not sure she would be able to get over again.
Marietta spoke no words to Evi as she pulled her away. She was lost in her own mind. Tomorrow, she knew, Marietta would wake up and pretend nothing happened. She would paint as she normally did, play her harp as she so often enjoyed. She may even ask Evi to accompany her to the library. Marietta would later see Elias and act as if they had no spat. Marietta was quick to forgive, especially because prolonged conflict only caused her anxieties to worsen. When the sisters entered the house, Marietta finally let go of her sister’s wrist. Without even giving her a second glance, in fear that her anger would then be unfairly directed at Evi, Marietta stormed away to her room. There was one thing Marietta knew for certain: They should have never talked about this.
There was nothing needed to be said. Marietta had no need to wait for Elias to respond. While it felt good to get all of that off her chest, to finally move on from the past, she did not wish to sit here and continue to bicker with Elias. She had more important matters to take care of, and the thought of yet another fallout with her best friend was something that Marietta did want to avoid. And besides, they had not said they were sleeping together. Marietta would trust them and reserve the right to be angry should those words turn out to be lies.
Though, Marietta should give her sister more credit. She was intelligent, the most intelligent of the Antonis. She had a good head on her shoulders, even if she did sometimes prove to still be young. Evi would not sleep with Elias. She would know better. The man was to be King, as such he would have to take a Princess from another land or a first daughter of one of the royal families. Persephone would be a good choice for him, or Sofia, or Sanasa. Not Evi, the second youngest of the Antonis family. Evi would know this as well, so sleeping together would be foolish.
At least, Marietta only hoped that she knew this.
It mattered not. Elias had overstayed his visit. “Well, this was such a lovely time, Eli. I’m afraid, however, the hour gets late. Evi, come let’s get you washed up so you can attend dinner properly.” Marietta grabbed her wrist and pulled her sister to her feet. “Excuse me, Eli, if I do not walk you to the door. Our servants would be happy to escort you to your carriage.”
Marietta, still angry, pulled her sister away from him. She cared not to hear his words, whether they be apology or insult, Marietta would prefer to be deaf to them. They would do little to quell Marietta’s rage. In fact, it would only make the fallout more likely to occur, something she was not sure she would be able to get over again.
Marietta spoke no words to Evi as she pulled her away. She was lost in her own mind. Tomorrow, she knew, Marietta would wake up and pretend nothing happened. She would paint as she normally did, play her harp as she so often enjoyed. She may even ask Evi to accompany her to the library. Marietta would later see Elias and act as if they had no spat. Marietta was quick to forgive, especially because prolonged conflict only caused her anxieties to worsen. When the sisters entered the house, Marietta finally let go of her sister’s wrist. Without even giving her a second glance, in fear that her anger would then be unfairly directed at Evi, Marietta stormed away to her room. There was one thing Marietta knew for certain: They should have never talked about this.