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Marietta lived in her own little world. She saw beauty in the most terrifying of things. She saw good in those that have none. Marietta was blind to what reality truly was, despite everything she sees. And this could be why she was surprised to hear of the engagement of Lord Elias and Princess Emilia. How long has it been since Marietta had spoken to her friend? Honestly, she lost track. Days have turned to weeks so easily. Time, anymore, was such a blurred concept that she hadn’t even noticed events were happening around her. Realizing this, Marietta had made the decision to send word to Elias that she had desires to speak with him and would be paying the castle a visit.
She had woken up early that morning to begin getting ready. She dressed simply, but elegantly. Her robe was of an off-white color with deep scarlet accents that accentuated her curves. Her jewelry was simple. A pearled pin was used to fasten her scarlet wrap, and on her arm was a golden arm ring with another large pearl in the center. Marietta spent the rest of the time carefully pulling up her dark locks into elaborate braids. She creatively weaved and placed them with such care, as if her head was a canvas and her hair a masterpiece. With that, Marietta left her home to go to the castle, intent with talking to Elias and popping the bubble she found herself so often in.
The castle, as always, was magnificent. Marietta could stand and marvel at the architecture for ages. The beauty may have gotten old to others, but for Marietta it never could. She aspired to create something such as this. Something wonderous and unique that would serve people for ages. But today Marietta hadn’t the time to appreciate the view. She wanted to speak to Elias. Give him congratulations should that be in order or offer support if the former doesn’t seem appropriate.
Upon arriving to the castle Marietta was met by the guards. Luckily enough, Eli had put her on the short list in the past allowing her access. So, with a guard she went to go find her friend only to run into the Princess.
A blush tinged Marietta’s face as she quickly stepped out of her way. “Oh, Princess! I was looking for El- I mean Lord Elias.” Her voice was soft, as it was typically to those she barely knew. Although if she were going to marry Elias, perhaps that would change? “I suppose I should congratulate you. I heard the news. But I must ask… how are you feeling? If I can be so bold.”
To be quite honest, if Marietta were to be engaged to Elias, she would look for the closest cliff to jump. Marietta loved her friend as if he were family. In fact, he essential was her family. She treated Eli just as she treated her sisters. But Elias was far from marriage material in Marietta’s mind, station aside. There was a reason Marietta had gotten so upset at the mere notion that he was with her younger sister.
But of course, Marietta’s opinions mattered not, especially if this were to be about politics, which it typically was. And as many faults as Marietta saw in her friend, she chose to ignore them out of pure loyalty and not much more.
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Marietta lived in her own little world. She saw beauty in the most terrifying of things. She saw good in those that have none. Marietta was blind to what reality truly was, despite everything she sees. And this could be why she was surprised to hear of the engagement of Lord Elias and Princess Emilia. How long has it been since Marietta had spoken to her friend? Honestly, she lost track. Days have turned to weeks so easily. Time, anymore, was such a blurred concept that she hadn’t even noticed events were happening around her. Realizing this, Marietta had made the decision to send word to Elias that she had desires to speak with him and would be paying the castle a visit.
She had woken up early that morning to begin getting ready. She dressed simply, but elegantly. Her robe was of an off-white color with deep scarlet accents that accentuated her curves. Her jewelry was simple. A pearled pin was used to fasten her scarlet wrap, and on her arm was a golden arm ring with another large pearl in the center. Marietta spent the rest of the time carefully pulling up her dark locks into elaborate braids. She creatively weaved and placed them with such care, as if her head was a canvas and her hair a masterpiece. With that, Marietta left her home to go to the castle, intent with talking to Elias and popping the bubble she found herself so often in.
The castle, as always, was magnificent. Marietta could stand and marvel at the architecture for ages. The beauty may have gotten old to others, but for Marietta it never could. She aspired to create something such as this. Something wonderous and unique that would serve people for ages. But today Marietta hadn’t the time to appreciate the view. She wanted to speak to Elias. Give him congratulations should that be in order or offer support if the former doesn’t seem appropriate.
Upon arriving to the castle Marietta was met by the guards. Luckily enough, Eli had put her on the short list in the past allowing her access. So, with a guard she went to go find her friend only to run into the Princess.
A blush tinged Marietta’s face as she quickly stepped out of her way. “Oh, Princess! I was looking for El- I mean Lord Elias.” Her voice was soft, as it was typically to those she barely knew. Although if she were going to marry Elias, perhaps that would change? “I suppose I should congratulate you. I heard the news. But I must ask… how are you feeling? If I can be so bold.”
To be quite honest, if Marietta were to be engaged to Elias, she would look for the closest cliff to jump. Marietta loved her friend as if he were family. In fact, he essential was her family. She treated Eli just as she treated her sisters. But Elias was far from marriage material in Marietta’s mind, station aside. There was a reason Marietta had gotten so upset at the mere notion that he was with her younger sister.
But of course, Marietta’s opinions mattered not, especially if this were to be about politics, which it typically was. And as many faults as Marietta saw in her friend, she chose to ignore them out of pure loyalty and not much more.
Marietta lived in her own little world. She saw beauty in the most terrifying of things. She saw good in those that have none. Marietta was blind to what reality truly was, despite everything she sees. And this could be why she was surprised to hear of the engagement of Lord Elias and Princess Emilia. How long has it been since Marietta had spoken to her friend? Honestly, she lost track. Days have turned to weeks so easily. Time, anymore, was such a blurred concept that she hadn’t even noticed events were happening around her. Realizing this, Marietta had made the decision to send word to Elias that she had desires to speak with him and would be paying the castle a visit.
She had woken up early that morning to begin getting ready. She dressed simply, but elegantly. Her robe was of an off-white color with deep scarlet accents that accentuated her curves. Her jewelry was simple. A pearled pin was used to fasten her scarlet wrap, and on her arm was a golden arm ring with another large pearl in the center. Marietta spent the rest of the time carefully pulling up her dark locks into elaborate braids. She creatively weaved and placed them with such care, as if her head was a canvas and her hair a masterpiece. With that, Marietta left her home to go to the castle, intent with talking to Elias and popping the bubble she found herself so often in.
The castle, as always, was magnificent. Marietta could stand and marvel at the architecture for ages. The beauty may have gotten old to others, but for Marietta it never could. She aspired to create something such as this. Something wonderous and unique that would serve people for ages. But today Marietta hadn’t the time to appreciate the view. She wanted to speak to Elias. Give him congratulations should that be in order or offer support if the former doesn’t seem appropriate.
Upon arriving to the castle Marietta was met by the guards. Luckily enough, Eli had put her on the short list in the past allowing her access. So, with a guard she went to go find her friend only to run into the Princess.
A blush tinged Marietta’s face as she quickly stepped out of her way. “Oh, Princess! I was looking for El- I mean Lord Elias.” Her voice was soft, as it was typically to those she barely knew. Although if she were going to marry Elias, perhaps that would change? “I suppose I should congratulate you. I heard the news. But I must ask… how are you feeling? If I can be so bold.”
To be quite honest, if Marietta were to be engaged to Elias, she would look for the closest cliff to jump. Marietta loved her friend as if he were family. In fact, he essential was her family. She treated Eli just as she treated her sisters. But Elias was far from marriage material in Marietta’s mind, station aside. There was a reason Marietta had gotten so upset at the mere notion that he was with her younger sister.
But of course, Marietta’s opinions mattered not, especially if this were to be about politics, which it typically was. And as many faults as Marietta saw in her friend, she chose to ignore them out of pure loyalty and not much more.
Emilia still... wasn't quite sure what to feel. Technically, in the eyes of all of Athenia, she was now an engaged woman. At seventeen, it was no young age to be married. Most of her acquaintences had known who they were to be married to since birth, and she knew some who was already married by the age of sixteen. But they had never hit home, not until now, not until when Elias announced their discussion of marriage to the whole kingdom, which caught Emilia by surprise. Did she not think he was going to announce it? No, she knew. He had told her himself that they would need to inform the masses as soon as they have had the time to get ready, but the princess had honestly imagined herself far more ready for such a thing, not dripping in rotten fruit juice and having to be ushered away mere seconds later as a mob grew angry.
Was she dissappointed? Yes, it would be a lie to deny so, but more then that, she was merely confused. She had always thought since day one itself, that Emilia would have a marriage of love. It was why she has spent so long as a devout follower of Aphrodite, why she had scrutinized her sister's Taengean husband for so long, disapproving merely because she had thought Persephone had been deserving of love. She had disagreed with her sister's decision to marry for duty... yet what was she doing now?
Now, she saw why Persephone had decided what she did, but it didn't make this any easier. The dressmakers had sent missives in the morning stating they would be arriving this evening to measure her for her wedding outfit. The advisors had filed in her room as she had been eating her breakfast, and eagerly asked her for a possible date. It was no secret that they'd rather have Elias then no one at all calling the shots for the kingdom, a position Emilia had failed to fulfill.
Inundated by far too many visitors, it wasn't even noon by the time the princess called a halt to any and all visitors, and said she'd see them tomorrow, before telling her maids she would be in the gardens. Dressed in her simple chiton of pale yellow and white, her hair was curled into a chignon to keep the tendrils out of her face, held in placed with a single golden pin. Otherwise, she eschewed all other adornments, simply intending to take a turn about the garden to clear her mind.
With a click of her tongue, her mastiff quickly ran after her as she exited her rooms. Labros loyally padded by Emilia's heels now an imposing size even if he was but seven months old. Not even at his full size, the mastiff already stood with his head reaching Emilia's lower waist, and while she was not tall by any means, such a large and black canine next to a small princess made it look all the more imposing.
Taking the stairwell down, Emilia had tod raw back with a start when she almost collided into another figure, and it was a moment or two before she realized who it was, and a small greeting smile curled her lips as she respectfully nodded her head at the young Antonis lady. The smile turned wistful at the congratulations. How was she supposed to respond? "Thank you, Lady Marietta. I am quite well, thank you for asking. Lord Elias provides well for me in the palati, and I thank him for his help." she responded, the politically correct response now impounded in her head. It was funny, how it took forever for Persephone to teach her, yet now when it was necessary, Emilia was the perfect, politically correct princess, in exchange for her joyous smile and laughter. When was the last time she had laughed without a care in the world?
"Do you have business with Lord Elias, my lady?" she murmured, holding a hand out to Labros so he would stop eyeing the Antonis lady like she was an enemy. The canine sat down on his haunches, although his dark orbs never left Marietta, but that was enough for Emilia, who then turned her own gaze to the lady and continued. "I'm afraid he's tied up with some of the advisors - I grew tired of their audience and sent them his way. Perhaps in turn, I could be of entertainment to you until he frees up? I'm just about to take a walk to the gardens, if you would like to join me."
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Emilia still... wasn't quite sure what to feel. Technically, in the eyes of all of Athenia, she was now an engaged woman. At seventeen, it was no young age to be married. Most of her acquaintences had known who they were to be married to since birth, and she knew some who was already married by the age of sixteen. But they had never hit home, not until now, not until when Elias announced their discussion of marriage to the whole kingdom, which caught Emilia by surprise. Did she not think he was going to announce it? No, she knew. He had told her himself that they would need to inform the masses as soon as they have had the time to get ready, but the princess had honestly imagined herself far more ready for such a thing, not dripping in rotten fruit juice and having to be ushered away mere seconds later as a mob grew angry.
Was she dissappointed? Yes, it would be a lie to deny so, but more then that, she was merely confused. She had always thought since day one itself, that Emilia would have a marriage of love. It was why she has spent so long as a devout follower of Aphrodite, why she had scrutinized her sister's Taengean husband for so long, disapproving merely because she had thought Persephone had been deserving of love. She had disagreed with her sister's decision to marry for duty... yet what was she doing now?
Now, she saw why Persephone had decided what she did, but it didn't make this any easier. The dressmakers had sent missives in the morning stating they would be arriving this evening to measure her for her wedding outfit. The advisors had filed in her room as she had been eating her breakfast, and eagerly asked her for a possible date. It was no secret that they'd rather have Elias then no one at all calling the shots for the kingdom, a position Emilia had failed to fulfill.
Inundated by far too many visitors, it wasn't even noon by the time the princess called a halt to any and all visitors, and said she'd see them tomorrow, before telling her maids she would be in the gardens. Dressed in her simple chiton of pale yellow and white, her hair was curled into a chignon to keep the tendrils out of her face, held in placed with a single golden pin. Otherwise, she eschewed all other adornments, simply intending to take a turn about the garden to clear her mind.
With a click of her tongue, her mastiff quickly ran after her as she exited her rooms. Labros loyally padded by Emilia's heels now an imposing size even if he was but seven months old. Not even at his full size, the mastiff already stood with his head reaching Emilia's lower waist, and while she was not tall by any means, such a large and black canine next to a small princess made it look all the more imposing.
Taking the stairwell down, Emilia had tod raw back with a start when she almost collided into another figure, and it was a moment or two before she realized who it was, and a small greeting smile curled her lips as she respectfully nodded her head at the young Antonis lady. The smile turned wistful at the congratulations. How was she supposed to respond? "Thank you, Lady Marietta. I am quite well, thank you for asking. Lord Elias provides well for me in the palati, and I thank him for his help." she responded, the politically correct response now impounded in her head. It was funny, how it took forever for Persephone to teach her, yet now when it was necessary, Emilia was the perfect, politically correct princess, in exchange for her joyous smile and laughter. When was the last time she had laughed without a care in the world?
"Do you have business with Lord Elias, my lady?" she murmured, holding a hand out to Labros so he would stop eyeing the Antonis lady like she was an enemy. The canine sat down on his haunches, although his dark orbs never left Marietta, but that was enough for Emilia, who then turned her own gaze to the lady and continued. "I'm afraid he's tied up with some of the advisors - I grew tired of their audience and sent them his way. Perhaps in turn, I could be of entertainment to you until he frees up? I'm just about to take a walk to the gardens, if you would like to join me."
Emilia still... wasn't quite sure what to feel. Technically, in the eyes of all of Athenia, she was now an engaged woman. At seventeen, it was no young age to be married. Most of her acquaintences had known who they were to be married to since birth, and she knew some who was already married by the age of sixteen. But they had never hit home, not until now, not until when Elias announced their discussion of marriage to the whole kingdom, which caught Emilia by surprise. Did she not think he was going to announce it? No, she knew. He had told her himself that they would need to inform the masses as soon as they have had the time to get ready, but the princess had honestly imagined herself far more ready for such a thing, not dripping in rotten fruit juice and having to be ushered away mere seconds later as a mob grew angry.
Was she dissappointed? Yes, it would be a lie to deny so, but more then that, she was merely confused. She had always thought since day one itself, that Emilia would have a marriage of love. It was why she has spent so long as a devout follower of Aphrodite, why she had scrutinized her sister's Taengean husband for so long, disapproving merely because she had thought Persephone had been deserving of love. She had disagreed with her sister's decision to marry for duty... yet what was she doing now?
Now, she saw why Persephone had decided what she did, but it didn't make this any easier. The dressmakers had sent missives in the morning stating they would be arriving this evening to measure her for her wedding outfit. The advisors had filed in her room as she had been eating her breakfast, and eagerly asked her for a possible date. It was no secret that they'd rather have Elias then no one at all calling the shots for the kingdom, a position Emilia had failed to fulfill.
Inundated by far too many visitors, it wasn't even noon by the time the princess called a halt to any and all visitors, and said she'd see them tomorrow, before telling her maids she would be in the gardens. Dressed in her simple chiton of pale yellow and white, her hair was curled into a chignon to keep the tendrils out of her face, held in placed with a single golden pin. Otherwise, she eschewed all other adornments, simply intending to take a turn about the garden to clear her mind.
With a click of her tongue, her mastiff quickly ran after her as she exited her rooms. Labros loyally padded by Emilia's heels now an imposing size even if he was but seven months old. Not even at his full size, the mastiff already stood with his head reaching Emilia's lower waist, and while she was not tall by any means, such a large and black canine next to a small princess made it look all the more imposing.
Taking the stairwell down, Emilia had tod raw back with a start when she almost collided into another figure, and it was a moment or two before she realized who it was, and a small greeting smile curled her lips as she respectfully nodded her head at the young Antonis lady. The smile turned wistful at the congratulations. How was she supposed to respond? "Thank you, Lady Marietta. I am quite well, thank you for asking. Lord Elias provides well for me in the palati, and I thank him for his help." she responded, the politically correct response now impounded in her head. It was funny, how it took forever for Persephone to teach her, yet now when it was necessary, Emilia was the perfect, politically correct princess, in exchange for her joyous smile and laughter. When was the last time she had laughed without a care in the world?
"Do you have business with Lord Elias, my lady?" she murmured, holding a hand out to Labros so he would stop eyeing the Antonis lady like she was an enemy. The canine sat down on his haunches, although his dark orbs never left Marietta, but that was enough for Emilia, who then turned her own gaze to the lady and continued. "I'm afraid he's tied up with some of the advisors - I grew tired of their audience and sent them his way. Perhaps in turn, I could be of entertainment to you until he frees up? I'm just about to take a walk to the gardens, if you would like to join me."
Perhaps it was Marietta’s cynicism, or maybe it was because she knew how her friend truly acted, but the answer the Princess gave in response to her question made Marietta fight an amused smile curling onto her lips. It was polite and correct, nothing less than Marietta expected. It would be an answer she would advise her sisters to give, should they ever manage to put aside their dramatics for just one moment. But receiving that line, from her closest friend’s fiancé no less, truly brought to light the absurdity of Marietta’s inquiry.
What would Marietta do if she were in the Princess’ shoes? Well, vomit, maybe, but that had more to do with the history Elias and Marietta had than Elias himself. She would surely cave from the pressure of it all. Marietta would be in an arranged marriage one day; with that she had no doubt. But the marriage she would have would never equate to that of Lord Elias of Stravos and Princess Emilia of Xanthos. (At least she sure hoped not, or her life took a very sudden turn.)
Marietta offered the Princess a polite smile in return and gently fanned her face to calm her blush. Over the years she had gotten better at small talk, but she wasn’t quite there yet. “A walk sounds lovely,” Marietta said her eyes moving by way of the gardens. Though she did make sure to keep the canine within her peripheral vision. There was a reason Marietta much preferred cats to dogs, and she didn’t want that reason to be displayed here today.
As the two walked, Marietta found herself lost as to what to say. Why did words have to be so difficult? She knew nothing of the Princess aside from any pleasantries they may have exchanged in the past. Hebe would know more given her position; a position Marietta never envied. Marietta should have listened to Hebe more as she spoke. Though now was not the time to regret.
“You’re fortunate,” Marietta finally said. Her voice quiet, as it were usually. “Lord Elias is an interesting man. Never a day went by with him that I could call boring.” Marietta could not help but smirk, thinking of their gambling antics. Those were very fond memories, memories that were best left unsaid. “He’s a driven man. The type to set a goal and never sway from it, as you know.” Too driven, some may say. Not Marietta, though. She knew better. “Loyal. I don’t deserve Eli’s friendship, but he gives it to me anyway.” He didn’t deserve Marietta’s either most days, but the two stubbornly never gave up on each other, even though they should.
“Though, look at me, gushing about your fiancé. These words don’t need to be said.” Marietta bit her lip. Was she saying too much? Too little? What was polite in situations like these? “If I may speak candidly, I came today because the news of your engagement was so sudden. I wanted to offer Eli a hand should he require it or lend an ear if that was needed. I would like to offer the same to you, should you care for it.” Marietta hesitated, rubbing the scar on her lip as she thought. “You would find gossip is not one of my interests. But should all of this be unneeded, this walk should nevertheless serve to pass the time. I do warn you; I may fill the air of talk of my latest artwork and ideas of creations. I have been told; I can be quite the bore.”
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Perhaps it was Marietta’s cynicism, or maybe it was because she knew how her friend truly acted, but the answer the Princess gave in response to her question made Marietta fight an amused smile curling onto her lips. It was polite and correct, nothing less than Marietta expected. It would be an answer she would advise her sisters to give, should they ever manage to put aside their dramatics for just one moment. But receiving that line, from her closest friend’s fiancé no less, truly brought to light the absurdity of Marietta’s inquiry.
What would Marietta do if she were in the Princess’ shoes? Well, vomit, maybe, but that had more to do with the history Elias and Marietta had than Elias himself. She would surely cave from the pressure of it all. Marietta would be in an arranged marriage one day; with that she had no doubt. But the marriage she would have would never equate to that of Lord Elias of Stravos and Princess Emilia of Xanthos. (At least she sure hoped not, or her life took a very sudden turn.)
Marietta offered the Princess a polite smile in return and gently fanned her face to calm her blush. Over the years she had gotten better at small talk, but she wasn’t quite there yet. “A walk sounds lovely,” Marietta said her eyes moving by way of the gardens. Though she did make sure to keep the canine within her peripheral vision. There was a reason Marietta much preferred cats to dogs, and she didn’t want that reason to be displayed here today.
As the two walked, Marietta found herself lost as to what to say. Why did words have to be so difficult? She knew nothing of the Princess aside from any pleasantries they may have exchanged in the past. Hebe would know more given her position; a position Marietta never envied. Marietta should have listened to Hebe more as she spoke. Though now was not the time to regret.
“You’re fortunate,” Marietta finally said. Her voice quiet, as it were usually. “Lord Elias is an interesting man. Never a day went by with him that I could call boring.” Marietta could not help but smirk, thinking of their gambling antics. Those were very fond memories, memories that were best left unsaid. “He’s a driven man. The type to set a goal and never sway from it, as you know.” Too driven, some may say. Not Marietta, though. She knew better. “Loyal. I don’t deserve Eli’s friendship, but he gives it to me anyway.” He didn’t deserve Marietta’s either most days, but the two stubbornly never gave up on each other, even though they should.
“Though, look at me, gushing about your fiancé. These words don’t need to be said.” Marietta bit her lip. Was she saying too much? Too little? What was polite in situations like these? “If I may speak candidly, I came today because the news of your engagement was so sudden. I wanted to offer Eli a hand should he require it or lend an ear if that was needed. I would like to offer the same to you, should you care for it.” Marietta hesitated, rubbing the scar on her lip as she thought. “You would find gossip is not one of my interests. But should all of this be unneeded, this walk should nevertheless serve to pass the time. I do warn you; I may fill the air of talk of my latest artwork and ideas of creations. I have been told; I can be quite the bore.”
Perhaps it was Marietta’s cynicism, or maybe it was because she knew how her friend truly acted, but the answer the Princess gave in response to her question made Marietta fight an amused smile curling onto her lips. It was polite and correct, nothing less than Marietta expected. It would be an answer she would advise her sisters to give, should they ever manage to put aside their dramatics for just one moment. But receiving that line, from her closest friend’s fiancé no less, truly brought to light the absurdity of Marietta’s inquiry.
What would Marietta do if she were in the Princess’ shoes? Well, vomit, maybe, but that had more to do with the history Elias and Marietta had than Elias himself. She would surely cave from the pressure of it all. Marietta would be in an arranged marriage one day; with that she had no doubt. But the marriage she would have would never equate to that of Lord Elias of Stravos and Princess Emilia of Xanthos. (At least she sure hoped not, or her life took a very sudden turn.)
Marietta offered the Princess a polite smile in return and gently fanned her face to calm her blush. Over the years she had gotten better at small talk, but she wasn’t quite there yet. “A walk sounds lovely,” Marietta said her eyes moving by way of the gardens. Though she did make sure to keep the canine within her peripheral vision. There was a reason Marietta much preferred cats to dogs, and she didn’t want that reason to be displayed here today.
As the two walked, Marietta found herself lost as to what to say. Why did words have to be so difficult? She knew nothing of the Princess aside from any pleasantries they may have exchanged in the past. Hebe would know more given her position; a position Marietta never envied. Marietta should have listened to Hebe more as she spoke. Though now was not the time to regret.
“You’re fortunate,” Marietta finally said. Her voice quiet, as it were usually. “Lord Elias is an interesting man. Never a day went by with him that I could call boring.” Marietta could not help but smirk, thinking of their gambling antics. Those were very fond memories, memories that were best left unsaid. “He’s a driven man. The type to set a goal and never sway from it, as you know.” Too driven, some may say. Not Marietta, though. She knew better. “Loyal. I don’t deserve Eli’s friendship, but he gives it to me anyway.” He didn’t deserve Marietta’s either most days, but the two stubbornly never gave up on each other, even though they should.
“Though, look at me, gushing about your fiancé. These words don’t need to be said.” Marietta bit her lip. Was she saying too much? Too little? What was polite in situations like these? “If I may speak candidly, I came today because the news of your engagement was so sudden. I wanted to offer Eli a hand should he require it or lend an ear if that was needed. I would like to offer the same to you, should you care for it.” Marietta hesitated, rubbing the scar on her lip as she thought. “You would find gossip is not one of my interests. But should all of this be unneeded, this walk should nevertheless serve to pass the time. I do warn you; I may fill the air of talk of my latest artwork and ideas of creations. I have been told; I can be quite the bore.”
If Persephone could see her now, she would be proud of the way Emilia conducted herself. Something about her elder sister not being around has Emilia second-guessing herself, double checking if she was carrying herself appropriately, using the right words, addressing people correctly. She had none of the carefree attitude she used to have when Persephone's presence ensured her safety, but it was that attitude which held the young princess's charm, which endeared her to most everyone. That it was gone now, felt like a large faucet of her was also missing along with it.
But it was something only a third party would notice. To Emilia, she noticed none of it, only a certain sense of tightness in her chest, and an inability to ever truly relax, even when she was alone in her bedchambers. On occasion, Aimias and Lesley would earn a smile from her, but even then the smile would be wane and listless, and held none of the zest in life Emilia had always been known for.
Smiling in silence when the Antonis young lady accepted her offer, Labros was quick to jump and walk at Emilia's heel as the two ladies set off towards the gardens, a companiable silence in between them. It wasn't that Emilia did not know what to say. On any other day, she was a chatty one,but... her thoughts consumed her, so much so that she did not even think the lack of conversation a problem until Marietta herself spoke up.
Brushing the stray locks of brunette curls out of her eyes as she turned to have the young Antonis in the focus of her gaze, a small smile indicating she listened as the other lady spoke. Was the lord interesting? Perhaps Marietta shared the same interests as Elias, but Emilia couldn't say the same for herself, perhaps. She had shared her fair amount of conversation with the man, but it mostly circled around her life, her family, and what were her plans for the day, if not the weather. She couldn't imagine him coming with her as she shopped for silks and jewelry, and did he even know the difference between satin and silk? Then again, did any guy?
"Thank you, Lady Marietta." Emilia murmured quietly, when the offer of a friendly ear or hand was given. In truth, they likely did not need the help of some other noble. As a princess, Emilia had a bevy of servants and slaves at her command, and if she so wished, a wedding could be whipped up within the day - but she wasn't that eager to get married. Still, it felt nice to have someone offer, and to that Emilia gave a friendly smile, but shook her head. "But it is alright, my lady. We have more then enough hands here for the wedding." A wedding she had not even spoke at length with to Elias about. When was it? Would it be held in the palace or a temple? Did he intend it to be large? Many things Emilia had always dreamed of, now hung in balance because of who she now chose to marry.
"I do not mind hearing of your artwork, my lady, truly. What has interested you these days?" while Emilia was not one who partook in artwork herself, having no patience in sitting down for hours, she had an eye for color, as was shown in her expansive wardrobe.
The sun warmed her skin the moment they stepped out in the gardens, and the canine at her heels yipped, eager to go and frolick, a wish that Emilia granted with a quick click of her tongue. She had spent many hours training her dog under Lesley's command, that Labros responded easily to her instructions now. The black mastiff leapt forward, always keeping within ten paces of his mistress, but sniffing and going in all directions, all while Emilia led the lady to the flower gardens, where she brushed a finger against the blooms. Would there be flowers? Or would that be considered far too wishful for a wedding of her situation? "My lady..." she paused, interjecting had Marietta been talking, far too lost in her own thoughts to have concentrated on what the Antonis lady had been speaking of. "I apologize, but I feel I must get someone else's opinion of this matter. Do... you think a wedding in this time would be too... expensive, with the people of our kingdom in such states?"
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If Persephone could see her now, she would be proud of the way Emilia conducted herself. Something about her elder sister not being around has Emilia second-guessing herself, double checking if she was carrying herself appropriately, using the right words, addressing people correctly. She had none of the carefree attitude she used to have when Persephone's presence ensured her safety, but it was that attitude which held the young princess's charm, which endeared her to most everyone. That it was gone now, felt like a large faucet of her was also missing along with it.
But it was something only a third party would notice. To Emilia, she noticed none of it, only a certain sense of tightness in her chest, and an inability to ever truly relax, even when she was alone in her bedchambers. On occasion, Aimias and Lesley would earn a smile from her, but even then the smile would be wane and listless, and held none of the zest in life Emilia had always been known for.
Smiling in silence when the Antonis young lady accepted her offer, Labros was quick to jump and walk at Emilia's heel as the two ladies set off towards the gardens, a companiable silence in between them. It wasn't that Emilia did not know what to say. On any other day, she was a chatty one,but... her thoughts consumed her, so much so that she did not even think the lack of conversation a problem until Marietta herself spoke up.
Brushing the stray locks of brunette curls out of her eyes as she turned to have the young Antonis in the focus of her gaze, a small smile indicating she listened as the other lady spoke. Was the lord interesting? Perhaps Marietta shared the same interests as Elias, but Emilia couldn't say the same for herself, perhaps. She had shared her fair amount of conversation with the man, but it mostly circled around her life, her family, and what were her plans for the day, if not the weather. She couldn't imagine him coming with her as she shopped for silks and jewelry, and did he even know the difference between satin and silk? Then again, did any guy?
"Thank you, Lady Marietta." Emilia murmured quietly, when the offer of a friendly ear or hand was given. In truth, they likely did not need the help of some other noble. As a princess, Emilia had a bevy of servants and slaves at her command, and if she so wished, a wedding could be whipped up within the day - but she wasn't that eager to get married. Still, it felt nice to have someone offer, and to that Emilia gave a friendly smile, but shook her head. "But it is alright, my lady. We have more then enough hands here for the wedding." A wedding she had not even spoke at length with to Elias about. When was it? Would it be held in the palace or a temple? Did he intend it to be large? Many things Emilia had always dreamed of, now hung in balance because of who she now chose to marry.
"I do not mind hearing of your artwork, my lady, truly. What has interested you these days?" while Emilia was not one who partook in artwork herself, having no patience in sitting down for hours, she had an eye for color, as was shown in her expansive wardrobe.
The sun warmed her skin the moment they stepped out in the gardens, and the canine at her heels yipped, eager to go and frolick, a wish that Emilia granted with a quick click of her tongue. She had spent many hours training her dog under Lesley's command, that Labros responded easily to her instructions now. The black mastiff leapt forward, always keeping within ten paces of his mistress, but sniffing and going in all directions, all while Emilia led the lady to the flower gardens, where she brushed a finger against the blooms. Would there be flowers? Or would that be considered far too wishful for a wedding of her situation? "My lady..." she paused, interjecting had Marietta been talking, far too lost in her own thoughts to have concentrated on what the Antonis lady had been speaking of. "I apologize, but I feel I must get someone else's opinion of this matter. Do... you think a wedding in this time would be too... expensive, with the people of our kingdom in such states?"
If Persephone could see her now, she would be proud of the way Emilia conducted herself. Something about her elder sister not being around has Emilia second-guessing herself, double checking if she was carrying herself appropriately, using the right words, addressing people correctly. She had none of the carefree attitude she used to have when Persephone's presence ensured her safety, but it was that attitude which held the young princess's charm, which endeared her to most everyone. That it was gone now, felt like a large faucet of her was also missing along with it.
But it was something only a third party would notice. To Emilia, she noticed none of it, only a certain sense of tightness in her chest, and an inability to ever truly relax, even when she was alone in her bedchambers. On occasion, Aimias and Lesley would earn a smile from her, but even then the smile would be wane and listless, and held none of the zest in life Emilia had always been known for.
Smiling in silence when the Antonis young lady accepted her offer, Labros was quick to jump and walk at Emilia's heel as the two ladies set off towards the gardens, a companiable silence in between them. It wasn't that Emilia did not know what to say. On any other day, she was a chatty one,but... her thoughts consumed her, so much so that she did not even think the lack of conversation a problem until Marietta herself spoke up.
Brushing the stray locks of brunette curls out of her eyes as she turned to have the young Antonis in the focus of her gaze, a small smile indicating she listened as the other lady spoke. Was the lord interesting? Perhaps Marietta shared the same interests as Elias, but Emilia couldn't say the same for herself, perhaps. She had shared her fair amount of conversation with the man, but it mostly circled around her life, her family, and what were her plans for the day, if not the weather. She couldn't imagine him coming with her as she shopped for silks and jewelry, and did he even know the difference between satin and silk? Then again, did any guy?
"Thank you, Lady Marietta." Emilia murmured quietly, when the offer of a friendly ear or hand was given. In truth, they likely did not need the help of some other noble. As a princess, Emilia had a bevy of servants and slaves at her command, and if she so wished, a wedding could be whipped up within the day - but she wasn't that eager to get married. Still, it felt nice to have someone offer, and to that Emilia gave a friendly smile, but shook her head. "But it is alright, my lady. We have more then enough hands here for the wedding." A wedding she had not even spoke at length with to Elias about. When was it? Would it be held in the palace or a temple? Did he intend it to be large? Many things Emilia had always dreamed of, now hung in balance because of who she now chose to marry.
"I do not mind hearing of your artwork, my lady, truly. What has interested you these days?" while Emilia was not one who partook in artwork herself, having no patience in sitting down for hours, she had an eye for color, as was shown in her expansive wardrobe.
The sun warmed her skin the moment they stepped out in the gardens, and the canine at her heels yipped, eager to go and frolick, a wish that Emilia granted with a quick click of her tongue. She had spent many hours training her dog under Lesley's command, that Labros responded easily to her instructions now. The black mastiff leapt forward, always keeping within ten paces of his mistress, but sniffing and going in all directions, all while Emilia led the lady to the flower gardens, where she brushed a finger against the blooms. Would there be flowers? Or would that be considered far too wishful for a wedding of her situation? "My lady..." she paused, interjecting had Marietta been talking, far too lost in her own thoughts to have concentrated on what the Antonis lady had been speaking of. "I apologize, but I feel I must get someone else's opinion of this matter. Do... you think a wedding in this time would be too... expensive, with the people of our kingdom in such states?"
There was something special about the gardens here. Even in the fall air, while things are no longer blooming, it still had a mysticism to it. Marietta would love to be able to sit down and paint in here one day. A quiet day where she could watch the birds as they flew by, the insects as they hopped from flower to flower, even the people as they tended the grounds. Marietta could not help but wonder if these gardens were truly appreciated, or were they taken for granted just as many of life’s luxuries are? For as terrible and horrible as events may be, to have just one place where solitude can be found could make everything else palatable. This was another reason Marietta did not envy commoners, for they did not get these opulent opportunities that those of royalty and wealth may have. But then again, nor did they suffer the tribulations that those born into families of power must go through.
Though this was not the time, nor the place, to be thinking of that. Marietta shook her thoughts away as she refocused on the conversation at hand. “Oh my interest? Hm.” Marietta paused to ponder. She had many interests that switched on the daily. It truly depended on her ever fluctuating mood. “Have you ever looked into water and noticed that the sizes of objects seem to shift? Your hand might look bigger should you place it inside, or a rock misshapen? These questions have plagued my mind as of late. Why do you think that occurs? Is it merely reflection, or is it that we look through a surface and that changes the way our eyes see things? What if we could replicate that? My artwork as of late has been exploring the idea of perspective. It’s as if we have the vision of gods that could see the most minute details. It-”
Marietta found herself cut off. To be fair, she had been babbling. Still, she was a little taken aback by the sudden interruption. She paused a moment to recollect herself. “Too… expensive.” She considered her next words carefully. “I cannot presume to know the mind of commoners. There are many things different from them and us. The pain they have is that we don’t share, nor the opposite. And the love we have will never be the experience they go through.” That much was certain. Every time Marietta left her home anymore, she horrors that she would never face.
“It would be foolish for me to answer as if I could understand their mind’s. But, if I were to try… Marriage is necessary should we want to start the process of healing. A wedding, however, may be of poor taste.” Marietta took a deep breath. Not often did she truly share her thoughts, most people didn’t care for them. And very rarely did Marietta feel confident enough to bring them up herself. But if she was asked, then she would comply, “Jealousy is a trait that all people share. Flaunting one’s wealth in times where so many are lacking just that surely would cause issues, no?” Her eyebrow raised. “And perhaps we could celebrate a wedding with food and drink for all, but a day’s food is just that. One day. What happens the next day, when the food no longer is there? They gain a taste of hope only for it to be taken away so cruelly. What the people need is leadership and stability, not a show. But, Princess Emilia, I am no politician, nor am I a voice of the people. Please do not put too much weight in my words, for they are that of an inexperienced woman removed from the trials that so many are facing.”
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There was something special about the gardens here. Even in the fall air, while things are no longer blooming, it still had a mysticism to it. Marietta would love to be able to sit down and paint in here one day. A quiet day where she could watch the birds as they flew by, the insects as they hopped from flower to flower, even the people as they tended the grounds. Marietta could not help but wonder if these gardens were truly appreciated, or were they taken for granted just as many of life’s luxuries are? For as terrible and horrible as events may be, to have just one place where solitude can be found could make everything else palatable. This was another reason Marietta did not envy commoners, for they did not get these opulent opportunities that those of royalty and wealth may have. But then again, nor did they suffer the tribulations that those born into families of power must go through.
Though this was not the time, nor the place, to be thinking of that. Marietta shook her thoughts away as she refocused on the conversation at hand. “Oh my interest? Hm.” Marietta paused to ponder. She had many interests that switched on the daily. It truly depended on her ever fluctuating mood. “Have you ever looked into water and noticed that the sizes of objects seem to shift? Your hand might look bigger should you place it inside, or a rock misshapen? These questions have plagued my mind as of late. Why do you think that occurs? Is it merely reflection, or is it that we look through a surface and that changes the way our eyes see things? What if we could replicate that? My artwork as of late has been exploring the idea of perspective. It’s as if we have the vision of gods that could see the most minute details. It-”
Marietta found herself cut off. To be fair, she had been babbling. Still, she was a little taken aback by the sudden interruption. She paused a moment to recollect herself. “Too… expensive.” She considered her next words carefully. “I cannot presume to know the mind of commoners. There are many things different from them and us. The pain they have is that we don’t share, nor the opposite. And the love we have will never be the experience they go through.” That much was certain. Every time Marietta left her home anymore, she horrors that she would never face.
“It would be foolish for me to answer as if I could understand their mind’s. But, if I were to try… Marriage is necessary should we want to start the process of healing. A wedding, however, may be of poor taste.” Marietta took a deep breath. Not often did she truly share her thoughts, most people didn’t care for them. And very rarely did Marietta feel confident enough to bring them up herself. But if she was asked, then she would comply, “Jealousy is a trait that all people share. Flaunting one’s wealth in times where so many are lacking just that surely would cause issues, no?” Her eyebrow raised. “And perhaps we could celebrate a wedding with food and drink for all, but a day’s food is just that. One day. What happens the next day, when the food no longer is there? They gain a taste of hope only for it to be taken away so cruelly. What the people need is leadership and stability, not a show. But, Princess Emilia, I am no politician, nor am I a voice of the people. Please do not put too much weight in my words, for they are that of an inexperienced woman removed from the trials that so many are facing.”
There was something special about the gardens here. Even in the fall air, while things are no longer blooming, it still had a mysticism to it. Marietta would love to be able to sit down and paint in here one day. A quiet day where she could watch the birds as they flew by, the insects as they hopped from flower to flower, even the people as they tended the grounds. Marietta could not help but wonder if these gardens were truly appreciated, or were they taken for granted just as many of life’s luxuries are? For as terrible and horrible as events may be, to have just one place where solitude can be found could make everything else palatable. This was another reason Marietta did not envy commoners, for they did not get these opulent opportunities that those of royalty and wealth may have. But then again, nor did they suffer the tribulations that those born into families of power must go through.
Though this was not the time, nor the place, to be thinking of that. Marietta shook her thoughts away as she refocused on the conversation at hand. “Oh my interest? Hm.” Marietta paused to ponder. She had many interests that switched on the daily. It truly depended on her ever fluctuating mood. “Have you ever looked into water and noticed that the sizes of objects seem to shift? Your hand might look bigger should you place it inside, or a rock misshapen? These questions have plagued my mind as of late. Why do you think that occurs? Is it merely reflection, or is it that we look through a surface and that changes the way our eyes see things? What if we could replicate that? My artwork as of late has been exploring the idea of perspective. It’s as if we have the vision of gods that could see the most minute details. It-”
Marietta found herself cut off. To be fair, she had been babbling. Still, she was a little taken aback by the sudden interruption. She paused a moment to recollect herself. “Too… expensive.” She considered her next words carefully. “I cannot presume to know the mind of commoners. There are many things different from them and us. The pain they have is that we don’t share, nor the opposite. And the love we have will never be the experience they go through.” That much was certain. Every time Marietta left her home anymore, she horrors that she would never face.
“It would be foolish for me to answer as if I could understand their mind’s. But, if I were to try… Marriage is necessary should we want to start the process of healing. A wedding, however, may be of poor taste.” Marietta took a deep breath. Not often did she truly share her thoughts, most people didn’t care for them. And very rarely did Marietta feel confident enough to bring them up herself. But if she was asked, then she would comply, “Jealousy is a trait that all people share. Flaunting one’s wealth in times where so many are lacking just that surely would cause issues, no?” Her eyebrow raised. “And perhaps we could celebrate a wedding with food and drink for all, but a day’s food is just that. One day. What happens the next day, when the food no longer is there? They gain a taste of hope only for it to be taken away so cruelly. What the people need is leadership and stability, not a show. But, Princess Emilia, I am no politician, nor am I a voice of the people. Please do not put too much weight in my words, for they are that of an inexperienced woman removed from the trials that so many are facing.”
She used to come to the gardens often. Emilia liked to take a book from the library and read, and occasionally just got inspiration from nature when it came to her next wardrobe creation. Many of her chiton's and their color combinations comes after a stroll about the gardens, just listening and observing the creation of Gods. After ... the incident, Emilia had been kept inside far more, but Lesley's instruction to run with Labros had recently gotten her out more often, that she found herself quite at ease again at being outdoors, as compared to when she had been cooped up.
Listening quietly as Marietta spoke, Emilia must confess she had not taken notice at all of what the young lady of Antonis had been speaking of prior to her interjecting, but the response to her question was something Emilia listened to with rapt attention. It was a question that tore at her ever since Elias had even suggested a marriage between them both, and with her long running fanciful notions of marriage and weddings, Emilia did not trust herself to be impartial in her decision.
While she did not want to admit it, she knew Marietta spoke the truth. A wedding thrown lavishly would be akin to taking their empty grain tubs and rubbing it in the noses of the poorer folks, that they could afford expensive weddings whilst the rest of their people could barely find their next meal. It wouldn't be right to do so, would it? Nodding quietly in agreement to her statement of flaunting wealth, yet her next statement of her being an inexperienced woman paused her motions.
Was that not her, as well? She was but a lady. Too many time's she's heard, ever since Persephone's departure, that the tasks of politicians and the Senate should be left to the men - it was no task for a fine lady. She was inexperienced as she was of the wrong gender. Did Persephone not perform those tasks to par? Yes, but that was her sister. Emilia had always idolized her sister.
"Yes, my lady... I see the truth in your words." the young princess murmured, pausing in front of a large statue which was carved in the likeness of Apollo, but had visible cracks in both a finger and his more... private parts. A small smile ghosted upon her lips at the memory of the last time she had been here - a clumsy serving girl who had been on her entourage had accidentally broken the parts of Apollo, and while Emilia ahd asked if the stonemasons could fix it, and they did, it still showed some of the cracks if one were to look carefully. Had that only been four months ago? When she could easily laugh and tease with her sister? Now the same serving girl was dead and her sister... likely faced the same fate.
"You know him better then I do, Lady Marietta. Do you think Lord Elias would agree with me if I wished to do away with a wedding?"
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She used to come to the gardens often. Emilia liked to take a book from the library and read, and occasionally just got inspiration from nature when it came to her next wardrobe creation. Many of her chiton's and their color combinations comes after a stroll about the gardens, just listening and observing the creation of Gods. After ... the incident, Emilia had been kept inside far more, but Lesley's instruction to run with Labros had recently gotten her out more often, that she found herself quite at ease again at being outdoors, as compared to when she had been cooped up.
Listening quietly as Marietta spoke, Emilia must confess she had not taken notice at all of what the young lady of Antonis had been speaking of prior to her interjecting, but the response to her question was something Emilia listened to with rapt attention. It was a question that tore at her ever since Elias had even suggested a marriage between them both, and with her long running fanciful notions of marriage and weddings, Emilia did not trust herself to be impartial in her decision.
While she did not want to admit it, she knew Marietta spoke the truth. A wedding thrown lavishly would be akin to taking their empty grain tubs and rubbing it in the noses of the poorer folks, that they could afford expensive weddings whilst the rest of their people could barely find their next meal. It wouldn't be right to do so, would it? Nodding quietly in agreement to her statement of flaunting wealth, yet her next statement of her being an inexperienced woman paused her motions.
Was that not her, as well? She was but a lady. Too many time's she's heard, ever since Persephone's departure, that the tasks of politicians and the Senate should be left to the men - it was no task for a fine lady. She was inexperienced as she was of the wrong gender. Did Persephone not perform those tasks to par? Yes, but that was her sister. Emilia had always idolized her sister.
"Yes, my lady... I see the truth in your words." the young princess murmured, pausing in front of a large statue which was carved in the likeness of Apollo, but had visible cracks in both a finger and his more... private parts. A small smile ghosted upon her lips at the memory of the last time she had been here - a clumsy serving girl who had been on her entourage had accidentally broken the parts of Apollo, and while Emilia ahd asked if the stonemasons could fix it, and they did, it still showed some of the cracks if one were to look carefully. Had that only been four months ago? When she could easily laugh and tease with her sister? Now the same serving girl was dead and her sister... likely faced the same fate.
"You know him better then I do, Lady Marietta. Do you think Lord Elias would agree with me if I wished to do away with a wedding?"
She used to come to the gardens often. Emilia liked to take a book from the library and read, and occasionally just got inspiration from nature when it came to her next wardrobe creation. Many of her chiton's and their color combinations comes after a stroll about the gardens, just listening and observing the creation of Gods. After ... the incident, Emilia had been kept inside far more, but Lesley's instruction to run with Labros had recently gotten her out more often, that she found herself quite at ease again at being outdoors, as compared to when she had been cooped up.
Listening quietly as Marietta spoke, Emilia must confess she had not taken notice at all of what the young lady of Antonis had been speaking of prior to her interjecting, but the response to her question was something Emilia listened to with rapt attention. It was a question that tore at her ever since Elias had even suggested a marriage between them both, and with her long running fanciful notions of marriage and weddings, Emilia did not trust herself to be impartial in her decision.
While she did not want to admit it, she knew Marietta spoke the truth. A wedding thrown lavishly would be akin to taking their empty grain tubs and rubbing it in the noses of the poorer folks, that they could afford expensive weddings whilst the rest of their people could barely find their next meal. It wouldn't be right to do so, would it? Nodding quietly in agreement to her statement of flaunting wealth, yet her next statement of her being an inexperienced woman paused her motions.
Was that not her, as well? She was but a lady. Too many time's she's heard, ever since Persephone's departure, that the tasks of politicians and the Senate should be left to the men - it was no task for a fine lady. She was inexperienced as she was of the wrong gender. Did Persephone not perform those tasks to par? Yes, but that was her sister. Emilia had always idolized her sister.
"Yes, my lady... I see the truth in your words." the young princess murmured, pausing in front of a large statue which was carved in the likeness of Apollo, but had visible cracks in both a finger and his more... private parts. A small smile ghosted upon her lips at the memory of the last time she had been here - a clumsy serving girl who had been on her entourage had accidentally broken the parts of Apollo, and while Emilia ahd asked if the stonemasons could fix it, and they did, it still showed some of the cracks if one were to look carefully. Had that only been four months ago? When she could easily laugh and tease with her sister? Now the same serving girl was dead and her sister... likely faced the same fate.
"You know him better then I do, Lady Marietta. Do you think Lord Elias would agree with me if I wished to do away with a wedding?"
Typically Marietta could examine a statue of the gods for hours. She would stand in silence and scrutinize every crevice and curve with an acute eye. While Marietta could find beauty in anything, even the most mundane, the one thing she could not stand were statues of gods. Gods were perfect beings and there was no human artist in this realm that could accurately depict them. No matter how skilled the sculptor to portray the true essence of a god was an impossible feat. Even now, as her grey orbs slowly traced down the figure of Apollo, she saw hints of imperfection. Cracks and weather have formed upon the statue defacing what should be something so glorious the human eye would never be able to process it. Even the most well-kept statues suffered by the fallacy of humans. And it pained Marietta as both an artist and a worshiper of the gods that no creation made for them could ever match their excellence.
Although, perhaps Marietta was far too critical. Her head tilted as she looked at the statue once again. Humans could only honor the gods to the best of their capabilities. This artist tried to show his admiration to Apollo through his work. He must have known, just as Marietta knows standing here, that no matter how many hours he put into the statue, or how good the quality of the material was, he could never match the true visage of Apollo. The artist still toiled away and produced a work that proved his skill was far above most average people. That in itself was bravery, something that Marietta lacked. Even now, while telling her opinions to the Princess she had no confidence in her words. Was it within a woman’s right to think? Especially of politics? Was it cowardice that kept Marietta from giving her true opinions or was it simply her place in society that kept her silent?
With this renewed focus Marietta considered Princess Emilia’s next question. Elias was something of an enigma to Marietta even despite so many years of friendship. There was so much that Marietta disagreed with what Elias does. He was not, necessarily, a good man. But he wasn’t a bad man, at least not in Marietta’s eyes. He was as complex as any other individual. Though Elias may not admit it, he was also imperfect. But that imperfection was what led to, in Marietta’s opinion, his creativity and intelligence. For if he was perfect and caused perfection around him, then Elias would not have learned the ability to solve problems as they came. If he was a man with no struggles, then he would be unfit to rule.
“Eli is a sharp, astute man who is very aware of the world around him. The situation at hand, the famine, and riots would be something that he cannot ignore. I would find it very surprising indeed if he would choose to hold a lavish wedding in the face of such chaotic times. Most likely Eli is wise enough to see this, and it is possible that he even delays such events until the problems are solved.” Marietta said after a moment’s consideration, fidgeting uncomfortably. This was far more words than she had ever expected saying to the Princess, or to most people really. And the words were not finished.
Her stomach bubbled, as this was where she would need bravery. “Please forgive my impudence, but if there is one thing I may advise about Elias it is this: He is a great man with many talents. He is as intelligent as he is strong. But he is imperfect, though few would admit to this. And… listening to the words of others may be something that proves difficult to him. However,” Marietta took a deep breath. “Should you manage to be a guiding hand to Elias and be strong where he is weak, I have full confidence that the two of you can lead Athenia to a new age.”
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Typically Marietta could examine a statue of the gods for hours. She would stand in silence and scrutinize every crevice and curve with an acute eye. While Marietta could find beauty in anything, even the most mundane, the one thing she could not stand were statues of gods. Gods were perfect beings and there was no human artist in this realm that could accurately depict them. No matter how skilled the sculptor to portray the true essence of a god was an impossible feat. Even now, as her grey orbs slowly traced down the figure of Apollo, she saw hints of imperfection. Cracks and weather have formed upon the statue defacing what should be something so glorious the human eye would never be able to process it. Even the most well-kept statues suffered by the fallacy of humans. And it pained Marietta as both an artist and a worshiper of the gods that no creation made for them could ever match their excellence.
Although, perhaps Marietta was far too critical. Her head tilted as she looked at the statue once again. Humans could only honor the gods to the best of their capabilities. This artist tried to show his admiration to Apollo through his work. He must have known, just as Marietta knows standing here, that no matter how many hours he put into the statue, or how good the quality of the material was, he could never match the true visage of Apollo. The artist still toiled away and produced a work that proved his skill was far above most average people. That in itself was bravery, something that Marietta lacked. Even now, while telling her opinions to the Princess she had no confidence in her words. Was it within a woman’s right to think? Especially of politics? Was it cowardice that kept Marietta from giving her true opinions or was it simply her place in society that kept her silent?
With this renewed focus Marietta considered Princess Emilia’s next question. Elias was something of an enigma to Marietta even despite so many years of friendship. There was so much that Marietta disagreed with what Elias does. He was not, necessarily, a good man. But he wasn’t a bad man, at least not in Marietta’s eyes. He was as complex as any other individual. Though Elias may not admit it, he was also imperfect. But that imperfection was what led to, in Marietta’s opinion, his creativity and intelligence. For if he was perfect and caused perfection around him, then Elias would not have learned the ability to solve problems as they came. If he was a man with no struggles, then he would be unfit to rule.
“Eli is a sharp, astute man who is very aware of the world around him. The situation at hand, the famine, and riots would be something that he cannot ignore. I would find it very surprising indeed if he would choose to hold a lavish wedding in the face of such chaotic times. Most likely Eli is wise enough to see this, and it is possible that he even delays such events until the problems are solved.” Marietta said after a moment’s consideration, fidgeting uncomfortably. This was far more words than she had ever expected saying to the Princess, or to most people really. And the words were not finished.
Her stomach bubbled, as this was where she would need bravery. “Please forgive my impudence, but if there is one thing I may advise about Elias it is this: He is a great man with many talents. He is as intelligent as he is strong. But he is imperfect, though few would admit to this. And… listening to the words of others may be something that proves difficult to him. However,” Marietta took a deep breath. “Should you manage to be a guiding hand to Elias and be strong where he is weak, I have full confidence that the two of you can lead Athenia to a new age.”
Typically Marietta could examine a statue of the gods for hours. She would stand in silence and scrutinize every crevice and curve with an acute eye. While Marietta could find beauty in anything, even the most mundane, the one thing she could not stand were statues of gods. Gods were perfect beings and there was no human artist in this realm that could accurately depict them. No matter how skilled the sculptor to portray the true essence of a god was an impossible feat. Even now, as her grey orbs slowly traced down the figure of Apollo, she saw hints of imperfection. Cracks and weather have formed upon the statue defacing what should be something so glorious the human eye would never be able to process it. Even the most well-kept statues suffered by the fallacy of humans. And it pained Marietta as both an artist and a worshiper of the gods that no creation made for them could ever match their excellence.
Although, perhaps Marietta was far too critical. Her head tilted as she looked at the statue once again. Humans could only honor the gods to the best of their capabilities. This artist tried to show his admiration to Apollo through his work. He must have known, just as Marietta knows standing here, that no matter how many hours he put into the statue, or how good the quality of the material was, he could never match the true visage of Apollo. The artist still toiled away and produced a work that proved his skill was far above most average people. That in itself was bravery, something that Marietta lacked. Even now, while telling her opinions to the Princess she had no confidence in her words. Was it within a woman’s right to think? Especially of politics? Was it cowardice that kept Marietta from giving her true opinions or was it simply her place in society that kept her silent?
With this renewed focus Marietta considered Princess Emilia’s next question. Elias was something of an enigma to Marietta even despite so many years of friendship. There was so much that Marietta disagreed with what Elias does. He was not, necessarily, a good man. But he wasn’t a bad man, at least not in Marietta’s eyes. He was as complex as any other individual. Though Elias may not admit it, he was also imperfect. But that imperfection was what led to, in Marietta’s opinion, his creativity and intelligence. For if he was perfect and caused perfection around him, then Elias would not have learned the ability to solve problems as they came. If he was a man with no struggles, then he would be unfit to rule.
“Eli is a sharp, astute man who is very aware of the world around him. The situation at hand, the famine, and riots would be something that he cannot ignore. I would find it very surprising indeed if he would choose to hold a lavish wedding in the face of such chaotic times. Most likely Eli is wise enough to see this, and it is possible that he even delays such events until the problems are solved.” Marietta said after a moment’s consideration, fidgeting uncomfortably. This was far more words than she had ever expected saying to the Princess, or to most people really. And the words were not finished.
Her stomach bubbled, as this was where she would need bravery. “Please forgive my impudence, but if there is one thing I may advise about Elias it is this: He is a great man with many talents. He is as intelligent as he is strong. But he is imperfect, though few would admit to this. And… listening to the words of others may be something that proves difficult to him. However,” Marietta took a deep breath. “Should you manage to be a guiding hand to Elias and be strong where he is weak, I have full confidence that the two of you can lead Athenia to a new age.”
Despite having the Stravos lord as a cousin, the animosity between their families ran deep that she really couldn't say she knew her intended husband that well, even after spending the last month within the walls together with him and little other's to converse with. Whenever she sought him out, he had always deflected her questions with whispers of sweet nothings, words that had now weight, but all the floral trimmings. Perhaps now that their marriage has been announced, would be a time she would need to get to know her future husband? While Emilia had to forgo her wishes for a love match, the least she could do now would be at least to aim for a comfortable marriage, right?
Listening intently to Marietta's summary of her supposed husband, but found it a little hard to see eye to eye, even if she did not speak it out loud. If Elias was as astute as Marietta pointed out, why then did Emilia still hear angry cries of famine and hunger during the festival? It was why the commonfolk had been so angry, they had lobbed a rotten fruit in her direction, was it not?
Still, she kept silent, wishing to hear her out first. Maybe she had heard wrongly, or maybe there was good reason to his actions, or so Emilia hoped.
"It is no impudence in my eyes, Lady Marietta." Emilia murmured the moment she finished, smiling kindly at the elder Antonis girl. "I asked for honesty, and I am happy you see fit to provide it for me." But even her words, soft and kind as they reflected Emilia's nature, could not hide the internal struggle in her own hazel gaze. That Elias would be a strong leader, Emilia did not doubt. He had afterall, led his own province to be profitable in a time so little, other's could only gape at his success. In terms of money and capability, she did not think him little. But what about want? The want to do well by the people of Athenia? The kindness of heart to do what's right, even at the cost of comfort to themselves? Would he go down to the level of commoner's, and see what they see, feel what they feel? Emilia had many times, spoke with other's as if she was the same status as them, trying to understand things from their level. It was the one thing her father had tried to impress on both daughter's as they were growing up, to always choose the people over themselves.
"I'm flattered you think myself strong at all, my lady." she instead chose to say, sideskirting the issue that corroded her mind. Continuing their stroll through the gardens, Emilia laughed when Labros tripped and almost rolled over himself, the canine yipping as he came running back to try and push himself between the two ladies. The princess laughed at the antics of her half-grown dog, still a few months shy to being a year old.
Stepping apart from Marietta, she held a hand, the signal she had taught for the mastiff to stop, and stop the black dog did. Freezing almost like a statue, Labros sat as Emilia lowered her hand, and then when she patted her left thigh, the mastiff eagerly padded over to stand right next to her, eyes glancing at the princess waiting for his next order. With Labros standing by her side, Emilia turned with a shine that was unlike the one she had when speaking of Elias. "I'm sorry, Lady Marietta, Labros is young yet. I hope he did not soil your dress." It was obvious there was genuine joy when Emilia spoke of her puppy, far different from when the topic of discussion concerned her future husband.
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Despite having the Stravos lord as a cousin, the animosity between their families ran deep that she really couldn't say she knew her intended husband that well, even after spending the last month within the walls together with him and little other's to converse with. Whenever she sought him out, he had always deflected her questions with whispers of sweet nothings, words that had now weight, but all the floral trimmings. Perhaps now that their marriage has been announced, would be a time she would need to get to know her future husband? While Emilia had to forgo her wishes for a love match, the least she could do now would be at least to aim for a comfortable marriage, right?
Listening intently to Marietta's summary of her supposed husband, but found it a little hard to see eye to eye, even if she did not speak it out loud. If Elias was as astute as Marietta pointed out, why then did Emilia still hear angry cries of famine and hunger during the festival? It was why the commonfolk had been so angry, they had lobbed a rotten fruit in her direction, was it not?
Still, she kept silent, wishing to hear her out first. Maybe she had heard wrongly, or maybe there was good reason to his actions, or so Emilia hoped.
"It is no impudence in my eyes, Lady Marietta." Emilia murmured the moment she finished, smiling kindly at the elder Antonis girl. "I asked for honesty, and I am happy you see fit to provide it for me." But even her words, soft and kind as they reflected Emilia's nature, could not hide the internal struggle in her own hazel gaze. That Elias would be a strong leader, Emilia did not doubt. He had afterall, led his own province to be profitable in a time so little, other's could only gape at his success. In terms of money and capability, she did not think him little. But what about want? The want to do well by the people of Athenia? The kindness of heart to do what's right, even at the cost of comfort to themselves? Would he go down to the level of commoner's, and see what they see, feel what they feel? Emilia had many times, spoke with other's as if she was the same status as them, trying to understand things from their level. It was the one thing her father had tried to impress on both daughter's as they were growing up, to always choose the people over themselves.
"I'm flattered you think myself strong at all, my lady." she instead chose to say, sideskirting the issue that corroded her mind. Continuing their stroll through the gardens, Emilia laughed when Labros tripped and almost rolled over himself, the canine yipping as he came running back to try and push himself between the two ladies. The princess laughed at the antics of her half-grown dog, still a few months shy to being a year old.
Stepping apart from Marietta, she held a hand, the signal she had taught for the mastiff to stop, and stop the black dog did. Freezing almost like a statue, Labros sat as Emilia lowered her hand, and then when she patted her left thigh, the mastiff eagerly padded over to stand right next to her, eyes glancing at the princess waiting for his next order. With Labros standing by her side, Emilia turned with a shine that was unlike the one she had when speaking of Elias. "I'm sorry, Lady Marietta, Labros is young yet. I hope he did not soil your dress." It was obvious there was genuine joy when Emilia spoke of her puppy, far different from when the topic of discussion concerned her future husband.
Despite having the Stravos lord as a cousin, the animosity between their families ran deep that she really couldn't say she knew her intended husband that well, even after spending the last month within the walls together with him and little other's to converse with. Whenever she sought him out, he had always deflected her questions with whispers of sweet nothings, words that had now weight, but all the floral trimmings. Perhaps now that their marriage has been announced, would be a time she would need to get to know her future husband? While Emilia had to forgo her wishes for a love match, the least she could do now would be at least to aim for a comfortable marriage, right?
Listening intently to Marietta's summary of her supposed husband, but found it a little hard to see eye to eye, even if she did not speak it out loud. If Elias was as astute as Marietta pointed out, why then did Emilia still hear angry cries of famine and hunger during the festival? It was why the commonfolk had been so angry, they had lobbed a rotten fruit in her direction, was it not?
Still, she kept silent, wishing to hear her out first. Maybe she had heard wrongly, or maybe there was good reason to his actions, or so Emilia hoped.
"It is no impudence in my eyes, Lady Marietta." Emilia murmured the moment she finished, smiling kindly at the elder Antonis girl. "I asked for honesty, and I am happy you see fit to provide it for me." But even her words, soft and kind as they reflected Emilia's nature, could not hide the internal struggle in her own hazel gaze. That Elias would be a strong leader, Emilia did not doubt. He had afterall, led his own province to be profitable in a time so little, other's could only gape at his success. In terms of money and capability, she did not think him little. But what about want? The want to do well by the people of Athenia? The kindness of heart to do what's right, even at the cost of comfort to themselves? Would he go down to the level of commoner's, and see what they see, feel what they feel? Emilia had many times, spoke with other's as if she was the same status as them, trying to understand things from their level. It was the one thing her father had tried to impress on both daughter's as they were growing up, to always choose the people over themselves.
"I'm flattered you think myself strong at all, my lady." she instead chose to say, sideskirting the issue that corroded her mind. Continuing their stroll through the gardens, Emilia laughed when Labros tripped and almost rolled over himself, the canine yipping as he came running back to try and push himself between the two ladies. The princess laughed at the antics of her half-grown dog, still a few months shy to being a year old.
Stepping apart from Marietta, she held a hand, the signal she had taught for the mastiff to stop, and stop the black dog did. Freezing almost like a statue, Labros sat as Emilia lowered her hand, and then when she patted her left thigh, the mastiff eagerly padded over to stand right next to her, eyes glancing at the princess waiting for his next order. With Labros standing by her side, Emilia turned with a shine that was unlike the one she had when speaking of Elias. "I'm sorry, Lady Marietta, Labros is young yet. I hope he did not soil your dress." It was obvious there was genuine joy when Emilia spoke of her puppy, far different from when the topic of discussion concerned her future husband.
Despite her penchant for cats, Marietta could not help but smile at the dog. Not for the creature itself (though she did admire it’s loyalty to his master) but the joy that was found on the Princess’s face was one that tugged at her heartstrings. At that moment Marietta did not see Emilia, but she saw Evi. Born the same year, Marietta presumed the two would have much in trouble. Evi, to Marietta, would always be a child despite her age. Did this not mean that she too was a child?
What would Marietta say if it was Evi in the place of the Princess? The Princess lost her father, lost her sister, and is now facing marriage to keep her kingdom from falling apart. If this was Evi Marietta would hug her. She would tell her everything would be fine. She would tell her that she was strong and capable.
In all honesty, Evi would handle this much better than Marietta would. This too could be said of the Princess. Marietta would be so proud of Evi. She knew her sister to be intelligent and kind. And the Princess, despite all of the troubles she has faced, was still her taking all that may come with stride. She would be a figure people would look up to as she grew older. She was shouldering problems that no person should suffer, and yet she was still able to find a smile when in reality most could never.
And so for the first time this conversation, Marietta had more confidence in her words. “Worry not.” Marietta laughed easily. “I have two stray kittens at home. It was mere weeks ago Danae, Sofia, Elias and I found them. They are still… learning. Your dog is much more well behaved.” Marietta’s head tilted at the pup.
“But,” Marietta returned to the topic at hand, “I had not meant to flatter you, Your Highness. Merely speak the truth. I… I struggle to talk, as you may have gathered.” Her voice was soft, and her eyes now looked at the ground ahead of them as she spoke. “I live a life of fear, not of bravery. Brave are my cousins who fight for Athenia. Brave are my sisters who speak their minds and meet all problems with confidence. I would never call myself brave. Very few conversations I can have that do not lead to a blush upon my cheeks. I may have thoughts or opinions, but I bite my tongue and swallow them down. I am a girl who dreams of adventure, but never would I find the courage to take the first steps.”
Her grey eyes glanced at the girl, no woman, beside her. “But you? You lost a father, a sister, and you stand here beside me and can laugh. I would be but a shadow of my former self if the same happened to me. You carry an enormous weight on your shoulders, people who look to you in their time of need, and you are able to move forward with the help and guidance of those around you. I would shutter myself away and fail the people, for I do not even have a fraction of the strength you hold, or of Lord Elias, Princess Circenia… or your late sister and father.”
Once again she fell silent. Her lips pursed in thought. “I did not know your sister well, so I cannot know her mind. What I can say is if you were Evi or Hebe or even Sanasa… I would be filled with so much pride. I at the very least have the experience as an older sister to say that there would never be a moment thus far where I would have felt disappointment. Bravery, Princess, to me is the greatest strength any one person could have. And you, Princess Emilia, are strong enough to move mountains. And with Elias at your side there would be no force in this world that would stop the two of you. I only wish she was here to say this herself.”
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Despite her penchant for cats, Marietta could not help but smile at the dog. Not for the creature itself (though she did admire it’s loyalty to his master) but the joy that was found on the Princess’s face was one that tugged at her heartstrings. At that moment Marietta did not see Emilia, but she saw Evi. Born the same year, Marietta presumed the two would have much in trouble. Evi, to Marietta, would always be a child despite her age. Did this not mean that she too was a child?
What would Marietta say if it was Evi in the place of the Princess? The Princess lost her father, lost her sister, and is now facing marriage to keep her kingdom from falling apart. If this was Evi Marietta would hug her. She would tell her everything would be fine. She would tell her that she was strong and capable.
In all honesty, Evi would handle this much better than Marietta would. This too could be said of the Princess. Marietta would be so proud of Evi. She knew her sister to be intelligent and kind. And the Princess, despite all of the troubles she has faced, was still her taking all that may come with stride. She would be a figure people would look up to as she grew older. She was shouldering problems that no person should suffer, and yet she was still able to find a smile when in reality most could never.
And so for the first time this conversation, Marietta had more confidence in her words. “Worry not.” Marietta laughed easily. “I have two stray kittens at home. It was mere weeks ago Danae, Sofia, Elias and I found them. They are still… learning. Your dog is much more well behaved.” Marietta’s head tilted at the pup.
“But,” Marietta returned to the topic at hand, “I had not meant to flatter you, Your Highness. Merely speak the truth. I… I struggle to talk, as you may have gathered.” Her voice was soft, and her eyes now looked at the ground ahead of them as she spoke. “I live a life of fear, not of bravery. Brave are my cousins who fight for Athenia. Brave are my sisters who speak their minds and meet all problems with confidence. I would never call myself brave. Very few conversations I can have that do not lead to a blush upon my cheeks. I may have thoughts or opinions, but I bite my tongue and swallow them down. I am a girl who dreams of adventure, but never would I find the courage to take the first steps.”
Her grey eyes glanced at the girl, no woman, beside her. “But you? You lost a father, a sister, and you stand here beside me and can laugh. I would be but a shadow of my former self if the same happened to me. You carry an enormous weight on your shoulders, people who look to you in their time of need, and you are able to move forward with the help and guidance of those around you. I would shutter myself away and fail the people, for I do not even have a fraction of the strength you hold, or of Lord Elias, Princess Circenia… or your late sister and father.”
Once again she fell silent. Her lips pursed in thought. “I did not know your sister well, so I cannot know her mind. What I can say is if you were Evi or Hebe or even Sanasa… I would be filled with so much pride. I at the very least have the experience as an older sister to say that there would never be a moment thus far where I would have felt disappointment. Bravery, Princess, to me is the greatest strength any one person could have. And you, Princess Emilia, are strong enough to move mountains. And with Elias at your side there would be no force in this world that would stop the two of you. I only wish she was here to say this herself.”
Despite her penchant for cats, Marietta could not help but smile at the dog. Not for the creature itself (though she did admire it’s loyalty to his master) but the joy that was found on the Princess’s face was one that tugged at her heartstrings. At that moment Marietta did not see Emilia, but she saw Evi. Born the same year, Marietta presumed the two would have much in trouble. Evi, to Marietta, would always be a child despite her age. Did this not mean that she too was a child?
What would Marietta say if it was Evi in the place of the Princess? The Princess lost her father, lost her sister, and is now facing marriage to keep her kingdom from falling apart. If this was Evi Marietta would hug her. She would tell her everything would be fine. She would tell her that she was strong and capable.
In all honesty, Evi would handle this much better than Marietta would. This too could be said of the Princess. Marietta would be so proud of Evi. She knew her sister to be intelligent and kind. And the Princess, despite all of the troubles she has faced, was still her taking all that may come with stride. She would be a figure people would look up to as she grew older. She was shouldering problems that no person should suffer, and yet she was still able to find a smile when in reality most could never.
And so for the first time this conversation, Marietta had more confidence in her words. “Worry not.” Marietta laughed easily. “I have two stray kittens at home. It was mere weeks ago Danae, Sofia, Elias and I found them. They are still… learning. Your dog is much more well behaved.” Marietta’s head tilted at the pup.
“But,” Marietta returned to the topic at hand, “I had not meant to flatter you, Your Highness. Merely speak the truth. I… I struggle to talk, as you may have gathered.” Her voice was soft, and her eyes now looked at the ground ahead of them as she spoke. “I live a life of fear, not of bravery. Brave are my cousins who fight for Athenia. Brave are my sisters who speak their minds and meet all problems with confidence. I would never call myself brave. Very few conversations I can have that do not lead to a blush upon my cheeks. I may have thoughts or opinions, but I bite my tongue and swallow them down. I am a girl who dreams of adventure, but never would I find the courage to take the first steps.”
Her grey eyes glanced at the girl, no woman, beside her. “But you? You lost a father, a sister, and you stand here beside me and can laugh. I would be but a shadow of my former self if the same happened to me. You carry an enormous weight on your shoulders, people who look to you in their time of need, and you are able to move forward with the help and guidance of those around you. I would shutter myself away and fail the people, for I do not even have a fraction of the strength you hold, or of Lord Elias, Princess Circenia… or your late sister and father.”
Once again she fell silent. Her lips pursed in thought. “I did not know your sister well, so I cannot know her mind. What I can say is if you were Evi or Hebe or even Sanasa… I would be filled with so much pride. I at the very least have the experience as an older sister to say that there would never be a moment thus far where I would have felt disappointment. Bravery, Princess, to me is the greatest strength any one person could have. And you, Princess Emilia, are strong enough to move mountains. And with Elias at your side there would be no force in this world that would stop the two of you. I only wish she was here to say this herself.”
The Antonis lady was kind, and Emilia was thankful for that as they continued speaking. That she had kittens at home was news, although it was true, Emilia did not visit the homes of the other royal families enough. She had taken it for granted far too often that as the royal family, they were the ones who travelled to meet her. Perhaps she could suggest Elias to start doing such a thing?It would be beneficial to build more ties and relationships. Perhaps then, future arguments and disagreements within the Senate and its halls could be avoided by conversations over a dinner table instead.
Her continuous praise slathered upon her made the princess's cheeks flush pink as she bent down a little to scratch her black mastiff behind his ears. Was she brave? Emilia found it hard to believe. She sat behind gilded walls and golden halls, whilst the people of her kingdom went hungry. Was she moving forward, as Marietta seemed to think she was? Funny then, how Emilia felt as if time had stopped for her in the last month. She could recall the day the insurgents had come as if it was just the day before, and the very memory still made her shudder in fear and disgust.
With Elias at her side, she could move mountains. Why did that sentence feel so hollow? Persephone had needed no one by her side to move mountains. So why then, did she as her younger sister, need someone to hold her hand through this way? Regardless of how Marietta spun it, regardless of how much Emilia wanted to believe it, a part of her within still called her a fraud, that she was undeserving of the title princess, and then her ancestors were thoroughly disappointed with how she had chosen to act in such strife.
A wane, ghost of a smile touched her lips, lopsided as it were. Politeness, but nothing else. The Antonis lady was doing her best to cheer her up, Emilia could see. But there was far too much going on, and a level of uncertainty hardly anyone could remove within her. The kind which ate at her inside, which chipped away at things far more important then self-confidence.
It slowly chipped away at hope.
"I'm happy you believe so, my lady." she murmured in return, not knowing what else could she say. Would she call Marietta a liar to her face? That would be rude, and also throwing a kindness back in her face, and the brunette had always been taught not to do that. As such, she chose the most neutral way to respond, as she patted Labros to remain by her heels, and picked up her skirts again. "Perhaps we should return. I'm sure Elias is now free to see you." she continued. It had been almost a half hour since they had come to the gardens for their walk afterall, and she doubted Elias would be gone for so long on business.
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The Antonis lady was kind, and Emilia was thankful for that as they continued speaking. That she had kittens at home was news, although it was true, Emilia did not visit the homes of the other royal families enough. She had taken it for granted far too often that as the royal family, they were the ones who travelled to meet her. Perhaps she could suggest Elias to start doing such a thing?It would be beneficial to build more ties and relationships. Perhaps then, future arguments and disagreements within the Senate and its halls could be avoided by conversations over a dinner table instead.
Her continuous praise slathered upon her made the princess's cheeks flush pink as she bent down a little to scratch her black mastiff behind his ears. Was she brave? Emilia found it hard to believe. She sat behind gilded walls and golden halls, whilst the people of her kingdom went hungry. Was she moving forward, as Marietta seemed to think she was? Funny then, how Emilia felt as if time had stopped for her in the last month. She could recall the day the insurgents had come as if it was just the day before, and the very memory still made her shudder in fear and disgust.
With Elias at her side, she could move mountains. Why did that sentence feel so hollow? Persephone had needed no one by her side to move mountains. So why then, did she as her younger sister, need someone to hold her hand through this way? Regardless of how Marietta spun it, regardless of how much Emilia wanted to believe it, a part of her within still called her a fraud, that she was undeserving of the title princess, and then her ancestors were thoroughly disappointed with how she had chosen to act in such strife.
A wane, ghost of a smile touched her lips, lopsided as it were. Politeness, but nothing else. The Antonis lady was doing her best to cheer her up, Emilia could see. But there was far too much going on, and a level of uncertainty hardly anyone could remove within her. The kind which ate at her inside, which chipped away at things far more important then self-confidence.
It slowly chipped away at hope.
"I'm happy you believe so, my lady." she murmured in return, not knowing what else could she say. Would she call Marietta a liar to her face? That would be rude, and also throwing a kindness back in her face, and the brunette had always been taught not to do that. As such, she chose the most neutral way to respond, as she patted Labros to remain by her heels, and picked up her skirts again. "Perhaps we should return. I'm sure Elias is now free to see you." she continued. It had been almost a half hour since they had come to the gardens for their walk afterall, and she doubted Elias would be gone for so long on business.
The Antonis lady was kind, and Emilia was thankful for that as they continued speaking. That she had kittens at home was news, although it was true, Emilia did not visit the homes of the other royal families enough. She had taken it for granted far too often that as the royal family, they were the ones who travelled to meet her. Perhaps she could suggest Elias to start doing such a thing?It would be beneficial to build more ties and relationships. Perhaps then, future arguments and disagreements within the Senate and its halls could be avoided by conversations over a dinner table instead.
Her continuous praise slathered upon her made the princess's cheeks flush pink as she bent down a little to scratch her black mastiff behind his ears. Was she brave? Emilia found it hard to believe. She sat behind gilded walls and golden halls, whilst the people of her kingdom went hungry. Was she moving forward, as Marietta seemed to think she was? Funny then, how Emilia felt as if time had stopped for her in the last month. She could recall the day the insurgents had come as if it was just the day before, and the very memory still made her shudder in fear and disgust.
With Elias at her side, she could move mountains. Why did that sentence feel so hollow? Persephone had needed no one by her side to move mountains. So why then, did she as her younger sister, need someone to hold her hand through this way? Regardless of how Marietta spun it, regardless of how much Emilia wanted to believe it, a part of her within still called her a fraud, that she was undeserving of the title princess, and then her ancestors were thoroughly disappointed with how she had chosen to act in such strife.
A wane, ghost of a smile touched her lips, lopsided as it were. Politeness, but nothing else. The Antonis lady was doing her best to cheer her up, Emilia could see. But there was far too much going on, and a level of uncertainty hardly anyone could remove within her. The kind which ate at her inside, which chipped away at things far more important then self-confidence.
It slowly chipped away at hope.
"I'm happy you believe so, my lady." she murmured in return, not knowing what else could she say. Would she call Marietta a liar to her face? That would be rude, and also throwing a kindness back in her face, and the brunette had always been taught not to do that. As such, she chose the most neutral way to respond, as she patted Labros to remain by her heels, and picked up her skirts again. "Perhaps we should return. I'm sure Elias is now free to see you." she continued. It had been almost a half hour since they had come to the gardens for their walk afterall, and she doubted Elias would be gone for so long on business.
I’m happy you believe so. Did Marietta speak incorrectly? She may have gone too far. She should have remained silent about Persephone. Idiot Marietta! Who taught you how to speak? She chastised herself silently in her mind. If she had just lost her sister Marietta would not want to hear talk of her. Furthermore, what right did Marietta have to speak of her possible feelings? Her experience as an older sister? Marietta could not possibly begin to know the relationship the two Princesses may have had. Marietta’s own feelings towards Evi and Hebe should not be assumed to be universal among sisters. Furthermore, even if Emilia reminded Marietta of Evi… she is not Evi nor will she ever be Evi. The two were distinctly different and should be treated as such. To do anything else would be foolish and rude, not only to Emilia but to Evi as well.
And as far as the relationship between her and Elias, Marietta also should have stayed out of it. Elias did not need (nor likely want) her help in reassuring his fiance that he is a good man. Which, to be quite frank, good would not be a word to describe him. Perhaps Marietta laid the compliments on too thick. What on earth could the Princess be thinking? Did Marietta’s words sound disingenuous? Or worse, did Marietta sound as if she was indoctrinated into some cult around Elias? She was very aware of her friend’s faults, but too was she aware of his strengths. In trying her best not to talk bad about her friend, she may have exaggerated his good qualities.
Then there was the possibility that the Princess had horrible self-esteem. But that seemed like the least likely scenario. The Princess was beautiful, kind, elegant, and intelligent. She had so many traits that Marietta aspired to have and would never have. There was no possible way Princess Emilia of all people would have doubts in her capabilities. This notion was as foolish as Marietta’s words this conversation, if not more so.
She tried not to grimace and instead fixed her own polite smile upon her face. Oh thank the gods that this conversation was ending and she can hopefully speak with someone she was much more comfortable with. Marietta bit her lip and nodded, “Well this was a… lovely conversation.” Was it? Marietta kept herself from cringing. “Perhaps next time we can speak over happier conversation. Maybe even over some tea.”
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I’m happy you believe so. Did Marietta speak incorrectly? She may have gone too far. She should have remained silent about Persephone. Idiot Marietta! Who taught you how to speak? She chastised herself silently in her mind. If she had just lost her sister Marietta would not want to hear talk of her. Furthermore, what right did Marietta have to speak of her possible feelings? Her experience as an older sister? Marietta could not possibly begin to know the relationship the two Princesses may have had. Marietta’s own feelings towards Evi and Hebe should not be assumed to be universal among sisters. Furthermore, even if Emilia reminded Marietta of Evi… she is not Evi nor will she ever be Evi. The two were distinctly different and should be treated as such. To do anything else would be foolish and rude, not only to Emilia but to Evi as well.
And as far as the relationship between her and Elias, Marietta also should have stayed out of it. Elias did not need (nor likely want) her help in reassuring his fiance that he is a good man. Which, to be quite frank, good would not be a word to describe him. Perhaps Marietta laid the compliments on too thick. What on earth could the Princess be thinking? Did Marietta’s words sound disingenuous? Or worse, did Marietta sound as if she was indoctrinated into some cult around Elias? She was very aware of her friend’s faults, but too was she aware of his strengths. In trying her best not to talk bad about her friend, she may have exaggerated his good qualities.
Then there was the possibility that the Princess had horrible self-esteem. But that seemed like the least likely scenario. The Princess was beautiful, kind, elegant, and intelligent. She had so many traits that Marietta aspired to have and would never have. There was no possible way Princess Emilia of all people would have doubts in her capabilities. This notion was as foolish as Marietta’s words this conversation, if not more so.
She tried not to grimace and instead fixed her own polite smile upon her face. Oh thank the gods that this conversation was ending and she can hopefully speak with someone she was much more comfortable with. Marietta bit her lip and nodded, “Well this was a… lovely conversation.” Was it? Marietta kept herself from cringing. “Perhaps next time we can speak over happier conversation. Maybe even over some tea.”
I’m happy you believe so. Did Marietta speak incorrectly? She may have gone too far. She should have remained silent about Persephone. Idiot Marietta! Who taught you how to speak? She chastised herself silently in her mind. If she had just lost her sister Marietta would not want to hear talk of her. Furthermore, what right did Marietta have to speak of her possible feelings? Her experience as an older sister? Marietta could not possibly begin to know the relationship the two Princesses may have had. Marietta’s own feelings towards Evi and Hebe should not be assumed to be universal among sisters. Furthermore, even if Emilia reminded Marietta of Evi… she is not Evi nor will she ever be Evi. The two were distinctly different and should be treated as such. To do anything else would be foolish and rude, not only to Emilia but to Evi as well.
And as far as the relationship between her and Elias, Marietta also should have stayed out of it. Elias did not need (nor likely want) her help in reassuring his fiance that he is a good man. Which, to be quite frank, good would not be a word to describe him. Perhaps Marietta laid the compliments on too thick. What on earth could the Princess be thinking? Did Marietta’s words sound disingenuous? Or worse, did Marietta sound as if she was indoctrinated into some cult around Elias? She was very aware of her friend’s faults, but too was she aware of his strengths. In trying her best not to talk bad about her friend, she may have exaggerated his good qualities.
Then there was the possibility that the Princess had horrible self-esteem. But that seemed like the least likely scenario. The Princess was beautiful, kind, elegant, and intelligent. She had so many traits that Marietta aspired to have and would never have. There was no possible way Princess Emilia of all people would have doubts in her capabilities. This notion was as foolish as Marietta’s words this conversation, if not more so.
She tried not to grimace and instead fixed her own polite smile upon her face. Oh thank the gods that this conversation was ending and she can hopefully speak with someone she was much more comfortable with. Marietta bit her lip and nodded, “Well this was a… lovely conversation.” Was it? Marietta kept herself from cringing. “Perhaps next time we can speak over happier conversation. Maybe even over some tea.”