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Silanos of Valaoritis was an annoying problem to have. He’d insulted her to her face, told her just to forget about the kiss they had shared that evening. Yet she was finding that command incredibly difficult to follow. Silanos might be an idiot, but that didn’t mean that he deserved to die. She saw absolutely no reason why this man with absolutely no military skill was being sent to war with Egypt. He’d never shown the best judgement. Putting him in the middle of a war zone was practically signing his death warrant. Nothing Sil had done warranted that.
When Imeeya had walked back into the Kotas manor she had originally only planned to stay long enough to make sure that she would not run into Silanos again when she left. She was sure that if she saw him again he’d make her say or do something else that she regretted. She didn’t trust herself around him right now. However, as she stood in the doorway, she realized there was something she could do to help, and maybe Silanos wouldn’t hate her forever. Or at the very least, he wouldn’t die in some foreign country. Better that he hate her than be dead.
Silanos had said that Vangelis was the one who had demanded that he come to Egypt. Therefore, it served to reason that Vangelis could rescind the order that had sent him there in the first place. It only served to reason that Silanos would be more trouble than he was worth in Egypt. Surely Vangelis could see that, and if he didn’t, well, she’d convince him.
With any luck, she’d be able to find her cousin in his office preparing for the next day’s travel. She approached the door and knocked rapidly. “It’s your cousin, Imeeya.” She called through the door, expecting that her name would prevent him from just ignoring her. “I have a matter to discuss with you.” Imeeya hoped he was actually there and she wasn’t just speaking to an empty room. She had already had enough embarrassment tonight.
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Silanos of Valaoritis was an annoying problem to have. He’d insulted her to her face, told her just to forget about the kiss they had shared that evening. Yet she was finding that command incredibly difficult to follow. Silanos might be an idiot, but that didn’t mean that he deserved to die. She saw absolutely no reason why this man with absolutely no military skill was being sent to war with Egypt. He’d never shown the best judgement. Putting him in the middle of a war zone was practically signing his death warrant. Nothing Sil had done warranted that.
When Imeeya had walked back into the Kotas manor she had originally only planned to stay long enough to make sure that she would not run into Silanos again when she left. She was sure that if she saw him again he’d make her say or do something else that she regretted. She didn’t trust herself around him right now. However, as she stood in the doorway, she realized there was something she could do to help, and maybe Silanos wouldn’t hate her forever. Or at the very least, he wouldn’t die in some foreign country. Better that he hate her than be dead.
Silanos had said that Vangelis was the one who had demanded that he come to Egypt. Therefore, it served to reason that Vangelis could rescind the order that had sent him there in the first place. It only served to reason that Silanos would be more trouble than he was worth in Egypt. Surely Vangelis could see that, and if he didn’t, well, she’d convince him.
With any luck, she’d be able to find her cousin in his office preparing for the next day’s travel. She approached the door and knocked rapidly. “It’s your cousin, Imeeya.” She called through the door, expecting that her name would prevent him from just ignoring her. “I have a matter to discuss with you.” Imeeya hoped he was actually there and she wasn’t just speaking to an empty room. She had already had enough embarrassment tonight.
Silanos of Valaoritis was an annoying problem to have. He’d insulted her to her face, told her just to forget about the kiss they had shared that evening. Yet she was finding that command incredibly difficult to follow. Silanos might be an idiot, but that didn’t mean that he deserved to die. She saw absolutely no reason why this man with absolutely no military skill was being sent to war with Egypt. He’d never shown the best judgement. Putting him in the middle of a war zone was practically signing his death warrant. Nothing Sil had done warranted that.
When Imeeya had walked back into the Kotas manor she had originally only planned to stay long enough to make sure that she would not run into Silanos again when she left. She was sure that if she saw him again he’d make her say or do something else that she regretted. She didn’t trust herself around him right now. However, as she stood in the doorway, she realized there was something she could do to help, and maybe Silanos wouldn’t hate her forever. Or at the very least, he wouldn’t die in some foreign country. Better that he hate her than be dead.
Silanos had said that Vangelis was the one who had demanded that he come to Egypt. Therefore, it served to reason that Vangelis could rescind the order that had sent him there in the first place. It only served to reason that Silanos would be more trouble than he was worth in Egypt. Surely Vangelis could see that, and if he didn’t, well, she’d convince him.
With any luck, she’d be able to find her cousin in his office preparing for the next day’s travel. She approached the door and knocked rapidly. “It’s your cousin, Imeeya.” She called through the door, expecting that her name would prevent him from just ignoring her. “I have a matter to discuss with you.” Imeeya hoped he was actually there and she wasn’t just speaking to an empty room. She had already had enough embarrassment tonight.
Vangelis was indeed inside the room that Imeeya knocked upon in the hopes of rescuing the damsel that had somehow secured her affections. And it was within his power to rescind the instruction that Silanos was to go to war in a sort of retainer role to his own as General of the Colchian forces. What he was not all powerful in, however, was the connection between Imeeya and Silanos. Having already punished Silanos for kissing his sister-in-law and his sister, it didn't occur to Vangelis that the man might be stupid enough to continue the parade through his other female relatives.
Which was a good thing, perhaps, given that if he had known, then Timaeus would have been one brother down. And such a thing was difficult to settle in the courtly politics between two houses with as long a stretch of loyalty as Valaoritis had with Kotas.
Instead of listening to gossip or sending spies to watch Silanos' movements - something he had all rights to do but had never bothered to enact - Vangelis had been forced on the efforts of the war before him. Whilst he saw it as his duty to protect his family - lying to Zanon about who it was that had kissed Evras, and ensuring that Silanos was punished for ever going near she or his sister Athanasia - he was not ignorant of the fact that it was also his duty to protect the kingdom as a whole. He was both Crown Prince and General of this war campaign and whilst his father would be attending it also, fighting with him side by side, this was Vangelis' show to lead. It was his army to manage and his plans to execute. And they needed far more of his attention than whatever gripes or grouches the familial homestead was bantering about themselves.
Ergo, when Imeeya knocked upon the door of his office, Vangelis felt a moment of disquiet. Of irritation for being disturbed over whatever this 'matter' was that she needed discussing. Instead of allowing that immediate, knee-jerk reaction to guide his voice and actions, however, Vangelis took a second, with eyes closed, to compose himself.
After a heartbeat's pause, he called out from his desk, not willing to get up and open the door to her for, if it was a quick 'matter', he would be able to attend back to his work quickly.
"Come in, Imeeya."
What she would witness, as the door opened, would have been comical if it hadn't been for the severity of its cause and nature.
Vangelis was seated behind his father's desk, his hair on end from the number of times he had run his fingers through it, his neck pink and raw from where he had rubbed and scratched it in thought, and a smudge of ink that he was ignorant of had been left on his cheekbone. His hands were dusted in clay dust.
"What is it, cousin?" He asked her, getting directly to the point, as was his nature...
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Vangelis was indeed inside the room that Imeeya knocked upon in the hopes of rescuing the damsel that had somehow secured her affections. And it was within his power to rescind the instruction that Silanos was to go to war in a sort of retainer role to his own as General of the Colchian forces. What he was not all powerful in, however, was the connection between Imeeya and Silanos. Having already punished Silanos for kissing his sister-in-law and his sister, it didn't occur to Vangelis that the man might be stupid enough to continue the parade through his other female relatives.
Which was a good thing, perhaps, given that if he had known, then Timaeus would have been one brother down. And such a thing was difficult to settle in the courtly politics between two houses with as long a stretch of loyalty as Valaoritis had with Kotas.
Instead of listening to gossip or sending spies to watch Silanos' movements - something he had all rights to do but had never bothered to enact - Vangelis had been forced on the efforts of the war before him. Whilst he saw it as his duty to protect his family - lying to Zanon about who it was that had kissed Evras, and ensuring that Silanos was punished for ever going near she or his sister Athanasia - he was not ignorant of the fact that it was also his duty to protect the kingdom as a whole. He was both Crown Prince and General of this war campaign and whilst his father would be attending it also, fighting with him side by side, this was Vangelis' show to lead. It was his army to manage and his plans to execute. And they needed far more of his attention than whatever gripes or grouches the familial homestead was bantering about themselves.
Ergo, when Imeeya knocked upon the door of his office, Vangelis felt a moment of disquiet. Of irritation for being disturbed over whatever this 'matter' was that she needed discussing. Instead of allowing that immediate, knee-jerk reaction to guide his voice and actions, however, Vangelis took a second, with eyes closed, to compose himself.
After a heartbeat's pause, he called out from his desk, not willing to get up and open the door to her for, if it was a quick 'matter', he would be able to attend back to his work quickly.
"Come in, Imeeya."
What she would witness, as the door opened, would have been comical if it hadn't been for the severity of its cause and nature.
Vangelis was seated behind his father's desk, his hair on end from the number of times he had run his fingers through it, his neck pink and raw from where he had rubbed and scratched it in thought, and a smudge of ink that he was ignorant of had been left on his cheekbone. His hands were dusted in clay dust.
"What is it, cousin?" He asked her, getting directly to the point, as was his nature...
Vangelis was indeed inside the room that Imeeya knocked upon in the hopes of rescuing the damsel that had somehow secured her affections. And it was within his power to rescind the instruction that Silanos was to go to war in a sort of retainer role to his own as General of the Colchian forces. What he was not all powerful in, however, was the connection between Imeeya and Silanos. Having already punished Silanos for kissing his sister-in-law and his sister, it didn't occur to Vangelis that the man might be stupid enough to continue the parade through his other female relatives.
Which was a good thing, perhaps, given that if he had known, then Timaeus would have been one brother down. And such a thing was difficult to settle in the courtly politics between two houses with as long a stretch of loyalty as Valaoritis had with Kotas.
Instead of listening to gossip or sending spies to watch Silanos' movements - something he had all rights to do but had never bothered to enact - Vangelis had been forced on the efforts of the war before him. Whilst he saw it as his duty to protect his family - lying to Zanon about who it was that had kissed Evras, and ensuring that Silanos was punished for ever going near she or his sister Athanasia - he was not ignorant of the fact that it was also his duty to protect the kingdom as a whole. He was both Crown Prince and General of this war campaign and whilst his father would be attending it also, fighting with him side by side, this was Vangelis' show to lead. It was his army to manage and his plans to execute. And they needed far more of his attention than whatever gripes or grouches the familial homestead was bantering about themselves.
Ergo, when Imeeya knocked upon the door of his office, Vangelis felt a moment of disquiet. Of irritation for being disturbed over whatever this 'matter' was that she needed discussing. Instead of allowing that immediate, knee-jerk reaction to guide his voice and actions, however, Vangelis took a second, with eyes closed, to compose himself.
After a heartbeat's pause, he called out from his desk, not willing to get up and open the door to her for, if it was a quick 'matter', he would be able to attend back to his work quickly.
"Come in, Imeeya."
What she would witness, as the door opened, would have been comical if it hadn't been for the severity of its cause and nature.
Vangelis was seated behind his father's desk, his hair on end from the number of times he had run his fingers through it, his neck pink and raw from where he had rubbed and scratched it in thought, and a smudge of ink that he was ignorant of had been left on his cheekbone. His hands were dusted in clay dust.
"What is it, cousin?" He asked her, getting directly to the point, as was his nature...
When Imeeya knocked on the door, for a moment there didn’t come a response. Imeeya was just about to turn and look for Vangelis elsewhere. It had only been a guess that she might be able to find him in his office at this hour. Just as she was turning to leave, she heard him call from behind the door to come in.
As Imeeya opened the door tentatively, she realized that she had no idea what precisely what she was going to say to Vangelis. Had she not been distracted by her own thoughts she might have noticed the disheveled nature of her own cousin, his hair sticking up at all angles and a smudge of ink on his face. Had she not come asking him for a favor, she might have even laughed at his condition, but such things were far from her mind at the moment.
Imeeya knew what she wanted to ask of Vangelis, but she realized that she hadn’t the slightest idea of how she was going to ask him. She wanted to make sure that Silanos remained safely in Colchis, the idiot. But she didn’t know what might convince her cousin. She wasn’t even entirely sure why she wanted him to stay in Colchis herself, other than the fact that it would have been a waste of a perfectly decent almost-human life to have him die in Egypt. She wasn’t sure she liked him, and the kiss, that was definitely a mistake. The kiss that Vangelis was never going to hear about. She didn’t even know why she was thinking about it while trying to figure out how to explain to Vangelis why the imbecile shouldn’t be sent off to war.
“I was kind of hoping that maybe you might reconsider sending Silanos of Valaoritis to Egypt.” Imeeya started awkwardly, desperately hoping that if she just kept talking that she would come up with some good reason that would convince Vangelis of Silanos’s unsuitability for battle. “I just thought that since he’s not a soldier, perhaps he would be better suited for staying back in Colchis.” It wasn’t the worst argument that she could have come up with, but it wasn’t all that strong either, so she added. “It would be a shame for him to die for no reason.” She added, but then wished she hadn’t. Would Vangelis think that she actually cared if he died? Because she didn’t.
Imeeya was beginning to wish that she hadn’t come to talk to Vangelis about this at all, but she knew she couldn’t back down now. She wasn’t about to admit to making another mistake tonight, so she had to commit to making this argument to Vangelis.
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When Imeeya knocked on the door, for a moment there didn’t come a response. Imeeya was just about to turn and look for Vangelis elsewhere. It had only been a guess that she might be able to find him in his office at this hour. Just as she was turning to leave, she heard him call from behind the door to come in.
As Imeeya opened the door tentatively, she realized that she had no idea what precisely what she was going to say to Vangelis. Had she not been distracted by her own thoughts she might have noticed the disheveled nature of her own cousin, his hair sticking up at all angles and a smudge of ink on his face. Had she not come asking him for a favor, she might have even laughed at his condition, but such things were far from her mind at the moment.
Imeeya knew what she wanted to ask of Vangelis, but she realized that she hadn’t the slightest idea of how she was going to ask him. She wanted to make sure that Silanos remained safely in Colchis, the idiot. But she didn’t know what might convince her cousin. She wasn’t even entirely sure why she wanted him to stay in Colchis herself, other than the fact that it would have been a waste of a perfectly decent almost-human life to have him die in Egypt. She wasn’t sure she liked him, and the kiss, that was definitely a mistake. The kiss that Vangelis was never going to hear about. She didn’t even know why she was thinking about it while trying to figure out how to explain to Vangelis why the imbecile shouldn’t be sent off to war.
“I was kind of hoping that maybe you might reconsider sending Silanos of Valaoritis to Egypt.” Imeeya started awkwardly, desperately hoping that if she just kept talking that she would come up with some good reason that would convince Vangelis of Silanos’s unsuitability for battle. “I just thought that since he’s not a soldier, perhaps he would be better suited for staying back in Colchis.” It wasn’t the worst argument that she could have come up with, but it wasn’t all that strong either, so she added. “It would be a shame for him to die for no reason.” She added, but then wished she hadn’t. Would Vangelis think that she actually cared if he died? Because she didn’t.
Imeeya was beginning to wish that she hadn’t come to talk to Vangelis about this at all, but she knew she couldn’t back down now. She wasn’t about to admit to making another mistake tonight, so she had to commit to making this argument to Vangelis.
When Imeeya knocked on the door, for a moment there didn’t come a response. Imeeya was just about to turn and look for Vangelis elsewhere. It had only been a guess that she might be able to find him in his office at this hour. Just as she was turning to leave, she heard him call from behind the door to come in.
As Imeeya opened the door tentatively, she realized that she had no idea what precisely what she was going to say to Vangelis. Had she not been distracted by her own thoughts she might have noticed the disheveled nature of her own cousin, his hair sticking up at all angles and a smudge of ink on his face. Had she not come asking him for a favor, she might have even laughed at his condition, but such things were far from her mind at the moment.
Imeeya knew what she wanted to ask of Vangelis, but she realized that she hadn’t the slightest idea of how she was going to ask him. She wanted to make sure that Silanos remained safely in Colchis, the idiot. But she didn’t know what might convince her cousin. She wasn’t even entirely sure why she wanted him to stay in Colchis herself, other than the fact that it would have been a waste of a perfectly decent almost-human life to have him die in Egypt. She wasn’t sure she liked him, and the kiss, that was definitely a mistake. The kiss that Vangelis was never going to hear about. She didn’t even know why she was thinking about it while trying to figure out how to explain to Vangelis why the imbecile shouldn’t be sent off to war.
“I was kind of hoping that maybe you might reconsider sending Silanos of Valaoritis to Egypt.” Imeeya started awkwardly, desperately hoping that if she just kept talking that she would come up with some good reason that would convince Vangelis of Silanos’s unsuitability for battle. “I just thought that since he’s not a soldier, perhaps he would be better suited for staying back in Colchis.” It wasn’t the worst argument that she could have come up with, but it wasn’t all that strong either, so she added. “It would be a shame for him to die for no reason.” She added, but then wished she hadn’t. Would Vangelis think that she actually cared if he died? Because she didn’t.
Imeeya was beginning to wish that she hadn’t come to talk to Vangelis about this at all, but she knew she couldn’t back down now. She wasn’t about to admit to making another mistake tonight, so she had to commit to making this argument to Vangelis.
Vangelis was tired, busy and still hovering on the edges of emotions that were too complex at this point to be able to straighten out. Every part of him just wanted to get on a boat, sail across the waters and return to what he knew on a military campaign and on the battlefield. He had come home to a complete maze of political upheaval, familial loss and torment and the complications of women. He wasn't in the right mind to listen to favours or requests. Least of all from the person who had almost singlehandedly ensured an Egyptian attack upon Taengea. Not that he held any personal vendetta against his cousin. She was blood. And she was innocent of any deliberate machinations to see the nations come to conflict. He just hadn't been able to restrain the flippant and unfair notion flitting through his mind as Imeeya stepped into the room and nervously made the request that had brought her to his door.
Despite all such distractions, however, all such issues of state and bereavement and entangled engagements... Vangelis was never stupid, nor dull to that which seemed odd. And his cousin, journeying between the Drakos and Kotas manors to seek him out personally and offer a suggestion over a man that he had no knowledge of her even being on a first name basis with... that was odd.
Strange enough to prompt him to query it but not a circumstance that was going to change regardless of the conversation, Vangelis spoke up towards his cousin whilst directing his attentions back to the clay tablet upon his desk. His fingers picked up the golden stylus that he had previously employed to make notes of the supply stocks for the oncoming war.
"Why the sudden interest in the Valaoritis, cousin?" He asked, in a tone that was only mildly engaged. Seeing as Imeeya's reason didn't altogether matter - Silanos would be going to war regardless - he saw little reason to have this conversation distract from what he was doing. There were matters of more importance to sort than whether or the not the youngest Valaoritis boy - who by rights should have been locked up or killed weeks ago - managed to survive the oncoming conflict or not. As far as Vangelis was concerned, the carl was living on borrowed time anyway. He wasn't about to listen to argument that would have such a time made more cosy. Not even from his cousin.
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Vangelis was tired, busy and still hovering on the edges of emotions that were too complex at this point to be able to straighten out. Every part of him just wanted to get on a boat, sail across the waters and return to what he knew on a military campaign and on the battlefield. He had come home to a complete maze of political upheaval, familial loss and torment and the complications of women. He wasn't in the right mind to listen to favours or requests. Least of all from the person who had almost singlehandedly ensured an Egyptian attack upon Taengea. Not that he held any personal vendetta against his cousin. She was blood. And she was innocent of any deliberate machinations to see the nations come to conflict. He just hadn't been able to restrain the flippant and unfair notion flitting through his mind as Imeeya stepped into the room and nervously made the request that had brought her to his door.
Despite all such distractions, however, all such issues of state and bereavement and entangled engagements... Vangelis was never stupid, nor dull to that which seemed odd. And his cousin, journeying between the Drakos and Kotas manors to seek him out personally and offer a suggestion over a man that he had no knowledge of her even being on a first name basis with... that was odd.
Strange enough to prompt him to query it but not a circumstance that was going to change regardless of the conversation, Vangelis spoke up towards his cousin whilst directing his attentions back to the clay tablet upon his desk. His fingers picked up the golden stylus that he had previously employed to make notes of the supply stocks for the oncoming war.
"Why the sudden interest in the Valaoritis, cousin?" He asked, in a tone that was only mildly engaged. Seeing as Imeeya's reason didn't altogether matter - Silanos would be going to war regardless - he saw little reason to have this conversation distract from what he was doing. There were matters of more importance to sort than whether or the not the youngest Valaoritis boy - who by rights should have been locked up or killed weeks ago - managed to survive the oncoming conflict or not. As far as Vangelis was concerned, the carl was living on borrowed time anyway. He wasn't about to listen to argument that would have such a time made more cosy. Not even from his cousin.
Vangelis was tired, busy and still hovering on the edges of emotions that were too complex at this point to be able to straighten out. Every part of him just wanted to get on a boat, sail across the waters and return to what he knew on a military campaign and on the battlefield. He had come home to a complete maze of political upheaval, familial loss and torment and the complications of women. He wasn't in the right mind to listen to favours or requests. Least of all from the person who had almost singlehandedly ensured an Egyptian attack upon Taengea. Not that he held any personal vendetta against his cousin. She was blood. And she was innocent of any deliberate machinations to see the nations come to conflict. He just hadn't been able to restrain the flippant and unfair notion flitting through his mind as Imeeya stepped into the room and nervously made the request that had brought her to his door.
Despite all such distractions, however, all such issues of state and bereavement and entangled engagements... Vangelis was never stupid, nor dull to that which seemed odd. And his cousin, journeying between the Drakos and Kotas manors to seek him out personally and offer a suggestion over a man that he had no knowledge of her even being on a first name basis with... that was odd.
Strange enough to prompt him to query it but not a circumstance that was going to change regardless of the conversation, Vangelis spoke up towards his cousin whilst directing his attentions back to the clay tablet upon his desk. His fingers picked up the golden stylus that he had previously employed to make notes of the supply stocks for the oncoming war.
"Why the sudden interest in the Valaoritis, cousin?" He asked, in a tone that was only mildly engaged. Seeing as Imeeya's reason didn't altogether matter - Silanos would be going to war regardless - he saw little reason to have this conversation distract from what he was doing. There were matters of more importance to sort than whether or the not the youngest Valaoritis boy - who by rights should have been locked up or killed weeks ago - managed to survive the oncoming conflict or not. As far as Vangelis was concerned, the carl was living on borrowed time anyway. He wasn't about to listen to argument that would have such a time made more cosy. Not even from his cousin.
Imeeya knew Vangelis too well to get her hopes up too high that he would accept her arguments without some sort of justification. She had been prepared for some pushback on her argument that Silanos didn’t need to go to Egypt. She had expected some justification that he would have to go to Egypt after all. She knew he had been working for Vangelis, but she didn’t know the circumstances under which that had happened. She didn’t think it necessitated dragging him all the way to Egypt. But Vangelis didn’t even attempt to make a counterargument.
Imeeya had not been prepared for Vangelis to question her motives. It didn’t help that Imeeya didn’t entirely understand why she had decided to come talk to Vangelis in the first place. Her mind struggled to switch gears as she tried to come up with a reason that she was interested in Silanos, which she definitely wasn’t, but that didn’t mean that she wanted him to die. “There isn’t any interest in that idiot,” she said, quickly denying that she wanted anything to do with that annoying man. But that didn’t answer her cousin’s question. She quickly fumbled for any other explanation for why she’d come to Vangelis with an answer.
Her face flushed with both embarrassment and anger as she thought on their earlier kiss and Silanos’s reaction to that. No, she wasn’t going to tell Vangelis about that. He couldn’t know of that embarrassing failure, not least of which because it wasn’t going to help her argument with her mother that she needed more freedom not less. “It’s just we ran into each other when we were both leaving.” Imeeya started out. She could tell the truth as long as it wasn’t the whole truth. “I was just having dinner with Asia.” It was one of the few places her mother was still letting her go. Apparently Tythra had underestimated her ability to find trouble. “He told me he was being sent off to war, and it just seemed unfair, so I thought I’d come talk to you about it.”
That was enough of the truth. Nothing scandalous about it at all. Why then, did she feel so uncomfortable saying it? It’s not like Vangelis could read her mind to see what she was withholding. However, given that he wasn’t blind, he might be able to see how flustered she was trying to relate the story. Imeeya hated it. She was used to being more in control of how she presented her argument, and now it felt like she was completely on the back foot. This was not why she had come to talk to her cousin. She just wanted to do something helpful, and now she felt like she was somehow in trouble with him again.
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Imeeya knew Vangelis too well to get her hopes up too high that he would accept her arguments without some sort of justification. She had been prepared for some pushback on her argument that Silanos didn’t need to go to Egypt. She had expected some justification that he would have to go to Egypt after all. She knew he had been working for Vangelis, but she didn’t know the circumstances under which that had happened. She didn’t think it necessitated dragging him all the way to Egypt. But Vangelis didn’t even attempt to make a counterargument.
Imeeya had not been prepared for Vangelis to question her motives. It didn’t help that Imeeya didn’t entirely understand why she had decided to come talk to Vangelis in the first place. Her mind struggled to switch gears as she tried to come up with a reason that she was interested in Silanos, which she definitely wasn’t, but that didn’t mean that she wanted him to die. “There isn’t any interest in that idiot,” she said, quickly denying that she wanted anything to do with that annoying man. But that didn’t answer her cousin’s question. She quickly fumbled for any other explanation for why she’d come to Vangelis with an answer.
Her face flushed with both embarrassment and anger as she thought on their earlier kiss and Silanos’s reaction to that. No, she wasn’t going to tell Vangelis about that. He couldn’t know of that embarrassing failure, not least of which because it wasn’t going to help her argument with her mother that she needed more freedom not less. “It’s just we ran into each other when we were both leaving.” Imeeya started out. She could tell the truth as long as it wasn’t the whole truth. “I was just having dinner with Asia.” It was one of the few places her mother was still letting her go. Apparently Tythra had underestimated her ability to find trouble. “He told me he was being sent off to war, and it just seemed unfair, so I thought I’d come talk to you about it.”
That was enough of the truth. Nothing scandalous about it at all. Why then, did she feel so uncomfortable saying it? It’s not like Vangelis could read her mind to see what she was withholding. However, given that he wasn’t blind, he might be able to see how flustered she was trying to relate the story. Imeeya hated it. She was used to being more in control of how she presented her argument, and now it felt like she was completely on the back foot. This was not why she had come to talk to her cousin. She just wanted to do something helpful, and now she felt like she was somehow in trouble with him again.
Imeeya knew Vangelis too well to get her hopes up too high that he would accept her arguments without some sort of justification. She had been prepared for some pushback on her argument that Silanos didn’t need to go to Egypt. She had expected some justification that he would have to go to Egypt after all. She knew he had been working for Vangelis, but she didn’t know the circumstances under which that had happened. She didn’t think it necessitated dragging him all the way to Egypt. But Vangelis didn’t even attempt to make a counterargument.
Imeeya had not been prepared for Vangelis to question her motives. It didn’t help that Imeeya didn’t entirely understand why she had decided to come talk to Vangelis in the first place. Her mind struggled to switch gears as she tried to come up with a reason that she was interested in Silanos, which she definitely wasn’t, but that didn’t mean that she wanted him to die. “There isn’t any interest in that idiot,” she said, quickly denying that she wanted anything to do with that annoying man. But that didn’t answer her cousin’s question. She quickly fumbled for any other explanation for why she’d come to Vangelis with an answer.
Her face flushed with both embarrassment and anger as she thought on their earlier kiss and Silanos’s reaction to that. No, she wasn’t going to tell Vangelis about that. He couldn’t know of that embarrassing failure, not least of which because it wasn’t going to help her argument with her mother that she needed more freedom not less. “It’s just we ran into each other when we were both leaving.” Imeeya started out. She could tell the truth as long as it wasn’t the whole truth. “I was just having dinner with Asia.” It was one of the few places her mother was still letting her go. Apparently Tythra had underestimated her ability to find trouble. “He told me he was being sent off to war, and it just seemed unfair, so I thought I’d come talk to you about it.”
That was enough of the truth. Nothing scandalous about it at all. Why then, did she feel so uncomfortable saying it? It’s not like Vangelis could read her mind to see what she was withholding. However, given that he wasn’t blind, he might be able to see how flustered she was trying to relate the story. Imeeya hated it. She was used to being more in control of how she presented her argument, and now it felt like she was completely on the back foot. This was not why she had come to talk to her cousin. She just wanted to do something helpful, and now she felt like she was somehow in trouble with him again.
As Imeeya spoke, Vangelis had stood from his chair. The desk was littered with his work over the last few hours and, having completed the tablet before him, if he was to progress in his work that evening, he needed a fresh space. His gaze flickered occasionally to his cousin, as he stacked some of the tablets and sheaths of parchment together and moved to place them on the floor beside his desk. He would summon a hand to have them relocated to the appropriate administrators in a little while. Instead, he ensured that his continuous flickering gaze made it clear that he was at least listening to Imeeya, even as he worked.
As she discussed the casual happenstance with which she had met the Valaoritis boy, Vangelis didn't question it. Silanos spent the entirety of the daylight hours at the Kotas manor and several of those in darkness at the start and end of the day. The fact that Imeeya had bumped into him was hardly news or worthy of concern. Instead, his attention was more attracted by the use of Silanos and Asia in conjoined sentences. His hands stilled and his head came up a little to watch her properly as he tried to confirm what she was saying.
"Asia spoke with you of Silanos?" He asked, his brow lowering and his tone firm as he smelt a potential issue simply in the proximity of their names on Imeeya's tongue. If Asia had been speaking well of the Valaoritis to Imeeya and Imeeya had decided to take up the cause... Vangelis needed to speak with his sister. And with the man that had wrapped her around his little finger. If indeed that was what had happened.
He remained there, half bent over his desk, his fingers splayed upon its surface and steepled upon their tips. He watched his cousin, awaiting a clarification ere he chose to address the earnest plea that followed.
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As Imeeya spoke, Vangelis had stood from his chair. The desk was littered with his work over the last few hours and, having completed the tablet before him, if he was to progress in his work that evening, he needed a fresh space. His gaze flickered occasionally to his cousin, as he stacked some of the tablets and sheaths of parchment together and moved to place them on the floor beside his desk. He would summon a hand to have them relocated to the appropriate administrators in a little while. Instead, he ensured that his continuous flickering gaze made it clear that he was at least listening to Imeeya, even as he worked.
As she discussed the casual happenstance with which she had met the Valaoritis boy, Vangelis didn't question it. Silanos spent the entirety of the daylight hours at the Kotas manor and several of those in darkness at the start and end of the day. The fact that Imeeya had bumped into him was hardly news or worthy of concern. Instead, his attention was more attracted by the use of Silanos and Asia in conjoined sentences. His hands stilled and his head came up a little to watch her properly as he tried to confirm what she was saying.
"Asia spoke with you of Silanos?" He asked, his brow lowering and his tone firm as he smelt a potential issue simply in the proximity of their names on Imeeya's tongue. If Asia had been speaking well of the Valaoritis to Imeeya and Imeeya had decided to take up the cause... Vangelis needed to speak with his sister. And with the man that had wrapped her around his little finger. If indeed that was what had happened.
He remained there, half bent over his desk, his fingers splayed upon its surface and steepled upon their tips. He watched his cousin, awaiting a clarification ere he chose to address the earnest plea that followed.
As Imeeya spoke, Vangelis had stood from his chair. The desk was littered with his work over the last few hours and, having completed the tablet before him, if he was to progress in his work that evening, he needed a fresh space. His gaze flickered occasionally to his cousin, as he stacked some of the tablets and sheaths of parchment together and moved to place them on the floor beside his desk. He would summon a hand to have them relocated to the appropriate administrators in a little while. Instead, he ensured that his continuous flickering gaze made it clear that he was at least listening to Imeeya, even as he worked.
As she discussed the casual happenstance with which she had met the Valaoritis boy, Vangelis didn't question it. Silanos spent the entirety of the daylight hours at the Kotas manor and several of those in darkness at the start and end of the day. The fact that Imeeya had bumped into him was hardly news or worthy of concern. Instead, his attention was more attracted by the use of Silanos and Asia in conjoined sentences. His hands stilled and his head came up a little to watch her properly as he tried to confirm what she was saying.
"Asia spoke with you of Silanos?" He asked, his brow lowering and his tone firm as he smelt a potential issue simply in the proximity of their names on Imeeya's tongue. If Asia had been speaking well of the Valaoritis to Imeeya and Imeeya had decided to take up the cause... Vangelis needed to speak with his sister. And with the man that had wrapped her around his little finger. If indeed that was what had happened.
He remained there, half bent over his desk, his fingers splayed upon its surface and steepled upon their tips. He watched his cousin, awaiting a clarification ere he chose to address the earnest plea that followed.
Of course, her answer to Vangelis’s question had to lead to even more questions about what exactly she’d been doing that night. Imeeya squirmed uncomfortably as she realized he might be asking for even more details about what had been going on that evening. What she didn’t expect was for those questions to be about Asia.
“No!” Imeeya objected reflexively to the idea that Asia had been talking about Silanos. Asia had told her that Vangelis had threatened Silanos with death if he came anywhere near her again. Imeeya had started this conversation to try to keep Silanos from dying, not to find another way to get him killed. “Not tonight anyway. She did back in Taengea. We both agreed he was bad news, and we were to never speak to him again.” That much was true, and yet that man had kept showing up everywhere. How Imeeya wished she had taken her own advice on the matter of Silanos and not given him the time of day. Imeeya frowned a bit, biting her lip. That very pact now meant that Asia was the last person she could talk to about what had just happened. If she told Asia about the kiss, then the princess would brand her a huge hypocrite. She didn’t need her cousin to tell her just how large of a mistake she had made. Besides, she and Asia had only just made up completely from multiple arguments that seemed to center around Silanos. No, she wasn’t about to ruin things with Asia again. Of course, Vangelis didn’t need to hear about any of that drama, it did nothing to help her case, or to answer the question her cousin had asked.
Then Imeeya realized that she had blown a hole in her entire explanation for why she was talking to Silanos in the first place. “But what else was I supposed to do, just ignore him?” Imeeya continued, floundering for an explanation for her actions. Her inability to come up with a good explanation for what she did, or what she was currently doing only increased Imeeya’s frustration until she finally burst out with. “I just thought it was stupid to send a non-soldier to Egypt. There’s no reason to make a big deal of it.” Imeeya looked down, her cheeks flushed at her outburst. Normally she liked to be more composed than this. Certainly when she was asking for a favor from her cousin. It didn’t do her any good to act erratically around Vangelis who was always so calm and composed. She was sure it would only weaken her argument. An argument, that despite the fact that she somehow seemed to be losing, despite the fact that they hadn’t even discussed the core of it at all.
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Of course, her answer to Vangelis’s question had to lead to even more questions about what exactly she’d been doing that night. Imeeya squirmed uncomfortably as she realized he might be asking for even more details about what had been going on that evening. What she didn’t expect was for those questions to be about Asia.
“No!” Imeeya objected reflexively to the idea that Asia had been talking about Silanos. Asia had told her that Vangelis had threatened Silanos with death if he came anywhere near her again. Imeeya had started this conversation to try to keep Silanos from dying, not to find another way to get him killed. “Not tonight anyway. She did back in Taengea. We both agreed he was bad news, and we were to never speak to him again.” That much was true, and yet that man had kept showing up everywhere. How Imeeya wished she had taken her own advice on the matter of Silanos and not given him the time of day. Imeeya frowned a bit, biting her lip. That very pact now meant that Asia was the last person she could talk to about what had just happened. If she told Asia about the kiss, then the princess would brand her a huge hypocrite. She didn’t need her cousin to tell her just how large of a mistake she had made. Besides, she and Asia had only just made up completely from multiple arguments that seemed to center around Silanos. No, she wasn’t about to ruin things with Asia again. Of course, Vangelis didn’t need to hear about any of that drama, it did nothing to help her case, or to answer the question her cousin had asked.
Then Imeeya realized that she had blown a hole in her entire explanation for why she was talking to Silanos in the first place. “But what else was I supposed to do, just ignore him?” Imeeya continued, floundering for an explanation for her actions. Her inability to come up with a good explanation for what she did, or what she was currently doing only increased Imeeya’s frustration until she finally burst out with. “I just thought it was stupid to send a non-soldier to Egypt. There’s no reason to make a big deal of it.” Imeeya looked down, her cheeks flushed at her outburst. Normally she liked to be more composed than this. Certainly when she was asking for a favor from her cousin. It didn’t do her any good to act erratically around Vangelis who was always so calm and composed. She was sure it would only weaken her argument. An argument, that despite the fact that she somehow seemed to be losing, despite the fact that they hadn’t even discussed the core of it at all.
Of course, her answer to Vangelis’s question had to lead to even more questions about what exactly she’d been doing that night. Imeeya squirmed uncomfortably as she realized he might be asking for even more details about what had been going on that evening. What she didn’t expect was for those questions to be about Asia.
“No!” Imeeya objected reflexively to the idea that Asia had been talking about Silanos. Asia had told her that Vangelis had threatened Silanos with death if he came anywhere near her again. Imeeya had started this conversation to try to keep Silanos from dying, not to find another way to get him killed. “Not tonight anyway. She did back in Taengea. We both agreed he was bad news, and we were to never speak to him again.” That much was true, and yet that man had kept showing up everywhere. How Imeeya wished she had taken her own advice on the matter of Silanos and not given him the time of day. Imeeya frowned a bit, biting her lip. That very pact now meant that Asia was the last person she could talk to about what had just happened. If she told Asia about the kiss, then the princess would brand her a huge hypocrite. She didn’t need her cousin to tell her just how large of a mistake she had made. Besides, she and Asia had only just made up completely from multiple arguments that seemed to center around Silanos. No, she wasn’t about to ruin things with Asia again. Of course, Vangelis didn’t need to hear about any of that drama, it did nothing to help her case, or to answer the question her cousin had asked.
Then Imeeya realized that she had blown a hole in her entire explanation for why she was talking to Silanos in the first place. “But what else was I supposed to do, just ignore him?” Imeeya continued, floundering for an explanation for her actions. Her inability to come up with a good explanation for what she did, or what she was currently doing only increased Imeeya’s frustration until she finally burst out with. “I just thought it was stupid to send a non-soldier to Egypt. There’s no reason to make a big deal of it.” Imeeya looked down, her cheeks flushed at her outburst. Normally she liked to be more composed than this. Certainly when she was asking for a favor from her cousin. It didn’t do her any good to act erratically around Vangelis who was always so calm and composed. She was sure it would only weaken her argument. An argument, that despite the fact that she somehow seemed to be losing, despite the fact that they hadn’t even discussed the core of it at all.
Satisfied with Imeeya's answer over the conversation the cousins had had over the man in question, Vangelis cared little for any dramatics or hypocrisy that flickered between the two behind the scenes. Even if he had noticed the nervous lip bite from his cousin or the manner in which she seemed held at knife point over such queries, he wouldn't have been likely to pry. So long as he was convinced that such nervousness was to do with the relationship between the girls and had nothing to do with their connection to the Valaoritis boy.
Vangelis didn't much notice these signs, however, for, as soon as he heard that his sister had decided the man to be unworthy of her time, he had returned to what he was doing, looking down at the desk before him and tidying away the resources he had been elbow deep in for the last three hours. Absent-mindedly he dusted a piece of dry clay from one of the hairs on his forearm as he went.
When Imeeya commented on the idea of sending Silanos to Egypt being a stupid one, the corner of Vangelis' mouth curled a little in mild amusement. He glanced at his cousin once and then finished with what he was doing. His desk was now haphazardly arranged into something resembling order and had opened a space before the chair where he might work again for the hours following an evening repast. With one set of fingertips brushing the dusty surface of the desk's top, Vangelis stood straight once more and looked to his cousin properly.
"You think me the sort to make unfair, stupid decisions, cousin?" He asked, a hint of amusement behind his tone as he mimicked her words back to her. For those were the adjectives she had used to describe his intentions of taking Silanos with him to Egypt.
From her perspective, he could well understand why such a choice might appear ill-thought. Silanos was no soldier and had only a rudimentary understanding of combat. Or had, before Vangelis had started to pile books and study material on his head over the last week or so. It made almost little sense for him to take a retainer so ill-experienced with combat to a battlefield, for the support he could provide would be minimal.
But Vangelis wasn't about to share with Imeeya the reasons behind such a punishment. Firstly, because it was not his own shame that was called into question in such anecdotes, but that of his sister and sister-in-law. And secondly, because he saw no need to defend his choices. All he intended to do was offer to Imeeya the notion that he might have more validation than she knew to have Silanos taken across the seas with his host, to face the southern enemy.
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Satisfied with Imeeya's answer over the conversation the cousins had had over the man in question, Vangelis cared little for any dramatics or hypocrisy that flickered between the two behind the scenes. Even if he had noticed the nervous lip bite from his cousin or the manner in which she seemed held at knife point over such queries, he wouldn't have been likely to pry. So long as he was convinced that such nervousness was to do with the relationship between the girls and had nothing to do with their connection to the Valaoritis boy.
Vangelis didn't much notice these signs, however, for, as soon as he heard that his sister had decided the man to be unworthy of her time, he had returned to what he was doing, looking down at the desk before him and tidying away the resources he had been elbow deep in for the last three hours. Absent-mindedly he dusted a piece of dry clay from one of the hairs on his forearm as he went.
When Imeeya commented on the idea of sending Silanos to Egypt being a stupid one, the corner of Vangelis' mouth curled a little in mild amusement. He glanced at his cousin once and then finished with what he was doing. His desk was now haphazardly arranged into something resembling order and had opened a space before the chair where he might work again for the hours following an evening repast. With one set of fingertips brushing the dusty surface of the desk's top, Vangelis stood straight once more and looked to his cousin properly.
"You think me the sort to make unfair, stupid decisions, cousin?" He asked, a hint of amusement behind his tone as he mimicked her words back to her. For those were the adjectives she had used to describe his intentions of taking Silanos with him to Egypt.
From her perspective, he could well understand why such a choice might appear ill-thought. Silanos was no soldier and had only a rudimentary understanding of combat. Or had, before Vangelis had started to pile books and study material on his head over the last week or so. It made almost little sense for him to take a retainer so ill-experienced with combat to a battlefield, for the support he could provide would be minimal.
But Vangelis wasn't about to share with Imeeya the reasons behind such a punishment. Firstly, because it was not his own shame that was called into question in such anecdotes, but that of his sister and sister-in-law. And secondly, because he saw no need to defend his choices. All he intended to do was offer to Imeeya the notion that he might have more validation than she knew to have Silanos taken across the seas with his host, to face the southern enemy.
Satisfied with Imeeya's answer over the conversation the cousins had had over the man in question, Vangelis cared little for any dramatics or hypocrisy that flickered between the two behind the scenes. Even if he had noticed the nervous lip bite from his cousin or the manner in which she seemed held at knife point over such queries, he wouldn't have been likely to pry. So long as he was convinced that such nervousness was to do with the relationship between the girls and had nothing to do with their connection to the Valaoritis boy.
Vangelis didn't much notice these signs, however, for, as soon as he heard that his sister had decided the man to be unworthy of her time, he had returned to what he was doing, looking down at the desk before him and tidying away the resources he had been elbow deep in for the last three hours. Absent-mindedly he dusted a piece of dry clay from one of the hairs on his forearm as he went.
When Imeeya commented on the idea of sending Silanos to Egypt being a stupid one, the corner of Vangelis' mouth curled a little in mild amusement. He glanced at his cousin once and then finished with what he was doing. His desk was now haphazardly arranged into something resembling order and had opened a space before the chair where he might work again for the hours following an evening repast. With one set of fingertips brushing the dusty surface of the desk's top, Vangelis stood straight once more and looked to his cousin properly.
"You think me the sort to make unfair, stupid decisions, cousin?" He asked, a hint of amusement behind his tone as he mimicked her words back to her. For those were the adjectives she had used to describe his intentions of taking Silanos with him to Egypt.
From her perspective, he could well understand why such a choice might appear ill-thought. Silanos was no soldier and had only a rudimentary understanding of combat. Or had, before Vangelis had started to pile books and study material on his head over the last week or so. It made almost little sense for him to take a retainer so ill-experienced with combat to a battlefield, for the support he could provide would be minimal.
But Vangelis wasn't about to share with Imeeya the reasons behind such a punishment. Firstly, because it was not his own shame that was called into question in such anecdotes, but that of his sister and sister-in-law. And secondly, because he saw no need to defend his choices. All he intended to do was offer to Imeeya the notion that he might have more validation than she knew to have Silanos taken across the seas with his host, to face the southern enemy.
Imeeya knew she had made a mistake in her wording as she saw the smirk on her cousin’s face. Imeeya knew her cousin’s stoic demeanor well enough that it only took a slight change of expression and tone for her to feel as if she was being called out on her actions. What was it with tonight? It seemed like no matter what she said someone was going to take it and twist it into exactly what she didn’t want it to be.
“No that’s….That’s not what I meant.” Imeeya backtracked almost instantly. She hadn’t meant to insult Vangelis’s decisions. Though now she realized that given that he was the one who made those decisions she had been insinuating that he was the person who was being stupid. Now Vangelis was turning her words around on her too. She had gotten enough of that from Silanos. Imeeya’s temper flared yet again. “Look, I don’t need this from you too.”
Then Imeeya caught herself, this kind of loss of temper wouldn’t do around Vangelis. She had always been careful enough to treat her cousin with the respect due a crown prince. It didn’t help that he had always seemed so stoic and unperturbable that any emotions she had seemed almost laughable compared to his calm response. She was never quite sure whether or not Asia was being truthful when she told him about having heart-to-heart conversations with the prince, or if it was just some elaborate joke to see how long she could get Imeeya to believe something so absurd.
“Just...nevermind,” Imeeya said, turning away from Vangelis, almost dejectedly. The wind had been entirely taken out of her sails. He didn’t seem to be at all willing to entertain her argument in favor of Lord Silanos, and she had no desire to continue to humiliate herself in an attempt to defend her point. Imeeya was done. She didn’t even bother with a proper farewell as she left. Absolutely nothing seemed to be going well this evening, and she didn’t want this to be one more of those things. As Imeeya left, she closed the door quietly behind her, leaving Vangelis to the reading on his desk that he had seemed more occupied with anyway.
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Imeeya knew she had made a mistake in her wording as she saw the smirk on her cousin’s face. Imeeya knew her cousin’s stoic demeanor well enough that it only took a slight change of expression and tone for her to feel as if she was being called out on her actions. What was it with tonight? It seemed like no matter what she said someone was going to take it and twist it into exactly what she didn’t want it to be.
“No that’s….That’s not what I meant.” Imeeya backtracked almost instantly. She hadn’t meant to insult Vangelis’s decisions. Though now she realized that given that he was the one who made those decisions she had been insinuating that he was the person who was being stupid. Now Vangelis was turning her words around on her too. She had gotten enough of that from Silanos. Imeeya’s temper flared yet again. “Look, I don’t need this from you too.”
Then Imeeya caught herself, this kind of loss of temper wouldn’t do around Vangelis. She had always been careful enough to treat her cousin with the respect due a crown prince. It didn’t help that he had always seemed so stoic and unperturbable that any emotions she had seemed almost laughable compared to his calm response. She was never quite sure whether or not Asia was being truthful when she told him about having heart-to-heart conversations with the prince, or if it was just some elaborate joke to see how long she could get Imeeya to believe something so absurd.
“Just...nevermind,” Imeeya said, turning away from Vangelis, almost dejectedly. The wind had been entirely taken out of her sails. He didn’t seem to be at all willing to entertain her argument in favor of Lord Silanos, and she had no desire to continue to humiliate herself in an attempt to defend her point. Imeeya was done. She didn’t even bother with a proper farewell as she left. Absolutely nothing seemed to be going well this evening, and she didn’t want this to be one more of those things. As Imeeya left, she closed the door quietly behind her, leaving Vangelis to the reading on his desk that he had seemed more occupied with anyway.
Imeeya knew she had made a mistake in her wording as she saw the smirk on her cousin’s face. Imeeya knew her cousin’s stoic demeanor well enough that it only took a slight change of expression and tone for her to feel as if she was being called out on her actions. What was it with tonight? It seemed like no matter what she said someone was going to take it and twist it into exactly what she didn’t want it to be.
“No that’s….That’s not what I meant.” Imeeya backtracked almost instantly. She hadn’t meant to insult Vangelis’s decisions. Though now she realized that given that he was the one who made those decisions she had been insinuating that he was the person who was being stupid. Now Vangelis was turning her words around on her too. She had gotten enough of that from Silanos. Imeeya’s temper flared yet again. “Look, I don’t need this from you too.”
Then Imeeya caught herself, this kind of loss of temper wouldn’t do around Vangelis. She had always been careful enough to treat her cousin with the respect due a crown prince. It didn’t help that he had always seemed so stoic and unperturbable that any emotions she had seemed almost laughable compared to his calm response. She was never quite sure whether or not Asia was being truthful when she told him about having heart-to-heart conversations with the prince, or if it was just some elaborate joke to see how long she could get Imeeya to believe something so absurd.
“Just...nevermind,” Imeeya said, turning away from Vangelis, almost dejectedly. The wind had been entirely taken out of her sails. He didn’t seem to be at all willing to entertain her argument in favor of Lord Silanos, and she had no desire to continue to humiliate herself in an attempt to defend her point. Imeeya was done. She didn’t even bother with a proper farewell as she left. Absolutely nothing seemed to be going well this evening, and she didn’t want this to be one more of those things. As Imeeya left, she closed the door quietly behind her, leaving Vangelis to the reading on his desk that he had seemed more occupied with anyway.
Vangelis did nothing as Imeeya floundered. He was surprised to find so cultured a royal noble woman flummoxed by his question for it was valid enough. Imeeya thought that the decision to take Silanos abroad to war was a foolish one. Or an unnecessary one. Yet, if she did not believe him capable of making foolish or unnecessary decisions then she should have worked out by now that there were other elements in play. Variables beyond her knowledge. Which meant she should trust in those who were aware of them. Namely, the crown prince and her future king.
He wasn't sure if Imeeya's sudden uncertainty was due to the realisation of this or simply an abrupt loss of purpose in the conversation. She appeared uncomfortable and unsure of herself and quickly bid him a hasty excuse and left. She barely spoke a word of goodbye and closed to door quietly but firmly behind her, having clearly decided that what she wanted of this meet was not going to come to fruition.
Chalking the conversation up to feminine hysteria, Vangelis shook his head and returned back to his seat where he could apply himself once more to his duties, hoping to complete a few more supply reports before he was forced to join his father for dinner. Sometimes, the female of the species was a mystery to him beyond all others...
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Vangelis did nothing as Imeeya floundered. He was surprised to find so cultured a royal noble woman flummoxed by his question for it was valid enough. Imeeya thought that the decision to take Silanos abroad to war was a foolish one. Or an unnecessary one. Yet, if she did not believe him capable of making foolish or unnecessary decisions then she should have worked out by now that there were other elements in play. Variables beyond her knowledge. Which meant she should trust in those who were aware of them. Namely, the crown prince and her future king.
He wasn't sure if Imeeya's sudden uncertainty was due to the realisation of this or simply an abrupt loss of purpose in the conversation. She appeared uncomfortable and unsure of herself and quickly bid him a hasty excuse and left. She barely spoke a word of goodbye and closed to door quietly but firmly behind her, having clearly decided that what she wanted of this meet was not going to come to fruition.
Chalking the conversation up to feminine hysteria, Vangelis shook his head and returned back to his seat where he could apply himself once more to his duties, hoping to complete a few more supply reports before he was forced to join his father for dinner. Sometimes, the female of the species was a mystery to him beyond all others...
Vangelis did nothing as Imeeya floundered. He was surprised to find so cultured a royal noble woman flummoxed by his question for it was valid enough. Imeeya thought that the decision to take Silanos abroad to war was a foolish one. Or an unnecessary one. Yet, if she did not believe him capable of making foolish or unnecessary decisions then she should have worked out by now that there were other elements in play. Variables beyond her knowledge. Which meant she should trust in those who were aware of them. Namely, the crown prince and her future king.
He wasn't sure if Imeeya's sudden uncertainty was due to the realisation of this or simply an abrupt loss of purpose in the conversation. She appeared uncomfortable and unsure of herself and quickly bid him a hasty excuse and left. She barely spoke a word of goodbye and closed to door quietly but firmly behind her, having clearly decided that what she wanted of this meet was not going to come to fruition.
Chalking the conversation up to feminine hysteria, Vangelis shook his head and returned back to his seat where he could apply himself once more to his duties, hoping to complete a few more supply reports before he was forced to join his father for dinner. Sometimes, the female of the species was a mystery to him beyond all others...