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Iason wasn't sure why he was so nervous to spend time with a sixteen year old girl. He had two younger sisters so it wasn't like this was foreign territory and he would be at a complete loss. Except it was. If Princess Emilia was anything like her older sister, he wasn't sure that anything he could do would ever impress her, and he already felt like he was floundering with Persephone. When he'd agreed to sail across the sea to marry a woman he'd never met, he knew he was getting himself into an uncertain situation. She could hate him, he could dislike her, they could decide to break the engagement, but he had never expected to be so confused by a woman.
Persephone was beautiful, breathtakingly so, and when he had first met her he had been thrilled with the prospect of being her husband. Until they had spent some time out of the public eye and he found that the cool, pleasant but stiff woman she was in public appeared to be all that she was. Everything that passed through her lips was duty and politics, devoid of emotion or how she felt about the arrangement they were being put through. Perhaps it was because they had never been truly alone together that she was holding her tongue, or perhaps she didn't like him and was too polite to request that he be sent away.
Whatever the case was, he was hoping that perhaps by speaking with the younger princess he might gain some insight into his betrothed and what would be expected of him not as just a royal consort but as a man. He could only hope that someone would see beyond his name and the prestige it brought and actually look at him, but so far it seemed no one in Athenia was capable or interested in doing so.
Waiting to be shown in to see the princess, he fiddled with the package wrapped in cloth, a gift for his future sister-in-law that Alexa had helped him choose. With the girls being close in age he was optimistic that the princess would enjoy what he had brought. Or she could continue to think him a barbaric outsider from the backwoods of Taengea like some of the other Athenians thought.
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Iason wasn't sure why he was so nervous to spend time with a sixteen year old girl. He had two younger sisters so it wasn't like this was foreign territory and he would be at a complete loss. Except it was. If Princess Emilia was anything like her older sister, he wasn't sure that anything he could do would ever impress her, and he already felt like he was floundering with Persephone. When he'd agreed to sail across the sea to marry a woman he'd never met, he knew he was getting himself into an uncertain situation. She could hate him, he could dislike her, they could decide to break the engagement, but he had never expected to be so confused by a woman.
Persephone was beautiful, breathtakingly so, and when he had first met her he had been thrilled with the prospect of being her husband. Until they had spent some time out of the public eye and he found that the cool, pleasant but stiff woman she was in public appeared to be all that she was. Everything that passed through her lips was duty and politics, devoid of emotion or how she felt about the arrangement they were being put through. Perhaps it was because they had never been truly alone together that she was holding her tongue, or perhaps she didn't like him and was too polite to request that he be sent away.
Whatever the case was, he was hoping that perhaps by speaking with the younger princess he might gain some insight into his betrothed and what would be expected of him not as just a royal consort but as a man. He could only hope that someone would see beyond his name and the prestige it brought and actually look at him, but so far it seemed no one in Athenia was capable or interested in doing so.
Waiting to be shown in to see the princess, he fiddled with the package wrapped in cloth, a gift for his future sister-in-law that Alexa had helped him choose. With the girls being close in age he was optimistic that the princess would enjoy what he had brought. Or she could continue to think him a barbaric outsider from the backwoods of Taengea like some of the other Athenians thought.
Iason wasn't sure why he was so nervous to spend time with a sixteen year old girl. He had two younger sisters so it wasn't like this was foreign territory and he would be at a complete loss. Except it was. If Princess Emilia was anything like her older sister, he wasn't sure that anything he could do would ever impress her, and he already felt like he was floundering with Persephone. When he'd agreed to sail across the sea to marry a woman he'd never met, he knew he was getting himself into an uncertain situation. She could hate him, he could dislike her, they could decide to break the engagement, but he had never expected to be so confused by a woman.
Persephone was beautiful, breathtakingly so, and when he had first met her he had been thrilled with the prospect of being her husband. Until they had spent some time out of the public eye and he found that the cool, pleasant but stiff woman she was in public appeared to be all that she was. Everything that passed through her lips was duty and politics, devoid of emotion or how she felt about the arrangement they were being put through. Perhaps it was because they had never been truly alone together that she was holding her tongue, or perhaps she didn't like him and was too polite to request that he be sent away.
Whatever the case was, he was hoping that perhaps by speaking with the younger princess he might gain some insight into his betrothed and what would be expected of him not as just a royal consort but as a man. He could only hope that someone would see beyond his name and the prestige it brought and actually look at him, but so far it seemed no one in Athenia was capable or interested in doing so.
Waiting to be shown in to see the princess, he fiddled with the package wrapped in cloth, a gift for his future sister-in-law that Alexa had helped him choose. With the girls being close in age he was optimistic that the princess would enjoy what he had brought. Or she could continue to think him a barbaric outsider from the backwoods of Taengea like some of the other Athenians thought.
Her sister had asked her to meet with her supposed husband, and while Emilia held many reservations about her sister marrying some unknown Taengean noble who she had never known before in her life. She was a devout follower of Aphrodite, and had been her whole life. Emilia has romanticize the whole idea of marriage and love that it sounded horrible, the idea of promising to spend a life with someone you didn't even know. She herself had many dreams and daydreams about who her husband would be, and while granted it changed every few days or weeks, it still held the requisite hearts and love, pink and flowers.
Duty had never been part of the reason for Emilia's own version of marriage, and while she knew in the background of her mind that she would likely have to face it, the young brunette was also happily oblivious about it. This was probably the first time she's had to face it, and even though it wasn't her own wedding, Persephone's came close enough. Emilia thought greatly of her sister, and wanted nothing but the best for her. She had practically been raised by Persephone afterall, after Lucille's death at a young age, so her elder sister was the closest thing she had.
When she had been asked to meet the Lord Iason of Dimitrou, Emilia had reluctantly agreed, if only to size up her future brother in law. Ensuring she was dressed to the finest degree, Emilia had taken out her burnt orange silk chiton, the material so soft it almost looked as if she wore a dress woven out of sunset itself. Paired with silver woven ropes and fibulae's in the shape of swan wings, the last final piece to complete her look was an eyelet circlet atop her perfectly curled brunette locks, a teardrop shaped clear stone that sparkled from its facet's.
Her soft goatskin slippers were jazzed up with golden chains which jingled as she made her way down to the waiting room, where the servants had already set out the watered down wine along with dried berries and nuts whilst she waited for the arrival of the intended to her sister. Would he measure up? Would he take care of her?
Turning sharply when the servant's announced him to be here, Emilia straightened up in her seat, arranging her facial features to be the one she knew Persephone had tried to implore her to wear in court sessions, before waving Iason in. Emilia was someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, and her smile and laughter usually brightened up a whole room - but she was trying to see how fit he was to her sister here, so the young princess tried to put on a veneer that was serious as it was formal to greet the Taengean lord as he entered.
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Her sister had asked her to meet with her supposed husband, and while Emilia held many reservations about her sister marrying some unknown Taengean noble who she had never known before in her life. She was a devout follower of Aphrodite, and had been her whole life. Emilia has romanticize the whole idea of marriage and love that it sounded horrible, the idea of promising to spend a life with someone you didn't even know. She herself had many dreams and daydreams about who her husband would be, and while granted it changed every few days or weeks, it still held the requisite hearts and love, pink and flowers.
Duty had never been part of the reason for Emilia's own version of marriage, and while she knew in the background of her mind that she would likely have to face it, the young brunette was also happily oblivious about it. This was probably the first time she's had to face it, and even though it wasn't her own wedding, Persephone's came close enough. Emilia thought greatly of her sister, and wanted nothing but the best for her. She had practically been raised by Persephone afterall, after Lucille's death at a young age, so her elder sister was the closest thing she had.
When she had been asked to meet the Lord Iason of Dimitrou, Emilia had reluctantly agreed, if only to size up her future brother in law. Ensuring she was dressed to the finest degree, Emilia had taken out her burnt orange silk chiton, the material so soft it almost looked as if she wore a dress woven out of sunset itself. Paired with silver woven ropes and fibulae's in the shape of swan wings, the last final piece to complete her look was an eyelet circlet atop her perfectly curled brunette locks, a teardrop shaped clear stone that sparkled from its facet's.
Her soft goatskin slippers were jazzed up with golden chains which jingled as she made her way down to the waiting room, where the servants had already set out the watered down wine along with dried berries and nuts whilst she waited for the arrival of the intended to her sister. Would he measure up? Would he take care of her?
Turning sharply when the servant's announced him to be here, Emilia straightened up in her seat, arranging her facial features to be the one she knew Persephone had tried to implore her to wear in court sessions, before waving Iason in. Emilia was someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, and her smile and laughter usually brightened up a whole room - but she was trying to see how fit he was to her sister here, so the young princess tried to put on a veneer that was serious as it was formal to greet the Taengean lord as he entered.
Her sister had asked her to meet with her supposed husband, and while Emilia held many reservations about her sister marrying some unknown Taengean noble who she had never known before in her life. She was a devout follower of Aphrodite, and had been her whole life. Emilia has romanticize the whole idea of marriage and love that it sounded horrible, the idea of promising to spend a life with someone you didn't even know. She herself had many dreams and daydreams about who her husband would be, and while granted it changed every few days or weeks, it still held the requisite hearts and love, pink and flowers.
Duty had never been part of the reason for Emilia's own version of marriage, and while she knew in the background of her mind that she would likely have to face it, the young brunette was also happily oblivious about it. This was probably the first time she's had to face it, and even though it wasn't her own wedding, Persephone's came close enough. Emilia thought greatly of her sister, and wanted nothing but the best for her. She had practically been raised by Persephone afterall, after Lucille's death at a young age, so her elder sister was the closest thing she had.
When she had been asked to meet the Lord Iason of Dimitrou, Emilia had reluctantly agreed, if only to size up her future brother in law. Ensuring she was dressed to the finest degree, Emilia had taken out her burnt orange silk chiton, the material so soft it almost looked as if she wore a dress woven out of sunset itself. Paired with silver woven ropes and fibulae's in the shape of swan wings, the last final piece to complete her look was an eyelet circlet atop her perfectly curled brunette locks, a teardrop shaped clear stone that sparkled from its facet's.
Her soft goatskin slippers were jazzed up with golden chains which jingled as she made her way down to the waiting room, where the servants had already set out the watered down wine along with dried berries and nuts whilst she waited for the arrival of the intended to her sister. Would he measure up? Would he take care of her?
Turning sharply when the servant's announced him to be here, Emilia straightened up in her seat, arranging her facial features to be the one she knew Persephone had tried to implore her to wear in court sessions, before waving Iason in. Emilia was someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, and her smile and laughter usually brightened up a whole room - but she was trying to see how fit he was to her sister here, so the young princess tried to put on a veneer that was serious as it was formal to greet the Taengean lord as he entered.
As soon as the servant came to tell him he was to see the princess now Iason felt a flurry of nerves, smoothing his tunic and wishing he'd put more thought into his appearance. He'd shaved that morning, noticing the Athenian preference for men's faces to appear as smooth as a baby's bottom, bathed and combed through the brown locks that were somehow neither properly straight or curly, but somehow it wasn't enough. He should have picked a different color than the deep green chiton he wore, something more regal instead of the forest colors he usually preferred. There should have been more trim added, a gold belt instead of brown, something different than the usual staghead fibulae. It was all too late for that now, but Iason made mental note of the panic to try to sort it out in future.
After all, he was supposed to be Athenian now.
Bowing deeply to the young princess, he was struck by her beauty as well. She was similar in coloring to her older sister, with that dark hair and eyes, olive skin tone and pert noses that looked as if they would always be turned up at him. Emilia still had a softness to her features that took away the edge of absolute awe inspiring loveliness of Persephone, but it was clear to Iason that the younger would easily follow in the older's footsteps.
"Your Highness, thank you for agreeing to see me today."
He should have brought a servant with him to do the carrying of things and exchanging of gifts, that was the proper way to do this. As it was, he'd been a fool and wasn't sure if he could now present the item to the princess himself or if it needed to go through the hands of one of her maids instead. This royal protocol was annoying, he'd spent such little time in any royal household since becoming an adult it was perhaps his worst subject of study.
Holding out the small package, he wasn't sure if he should step closer or a servant would intervene. The piece already felt far too delicate for him to handle on his own. Alexa had chosen a golden bracelet intricately woven with vines and floral patterns, culminating in a gold woven tree along the top that cradled small bits of jewels that were meant to represent each of the Greek nations, red for Colchis, green for Taengea, and blue for Athenia. He had no idea if it was in fashion or not, but Alexa had been adamant this was what it should be, and so he had followed the advice of his teenage sister over anyone else.
"I brought you a small token I hoped you would enjoy. Well, my sister chose it, she's got a far better eye than I do for this sort of thing."
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As soon as the servant came to tell him he was to see the princess now Iason felt a flurry of nerves, smoothing his tunic and wishing he'd put more thought into his appearance. He'd shaved that morning, noticing the Athenian preference for men's faces to appear as smooth as a baby's bottom, bathed and combed through the brown locks that were somehow neither properly straight or curly, but somehow it wasn't enough. He should have picked a different color than the deep green chiton he wore, something more regal instead of the forest colors he usually preferred. There should have been more trim added, a gold belt instead of brown, something different than the usual staghead fibulae. It was all too late for that now, but Iason made mental note of the panic to try to sort it out in future.
After all, he was supposed to be Athenian now.
Bowing deeply to the young princess, he was struck by her beauty as well. She was similar in coloring to her older sister, with that dark hair and eyes, olive skin tone and pert noses that looked as if they would always be turned up at him. Emilia still had a softness to her features that took away the edge of absolute awe inspiring loveliness of Persephone, but it was clear to Iason that the younger would easily follow in the older's footsteps.
"Your Highness, thank you for agreeing to see me today."
He should have brought a servant with him to do the carrying of things and exchanging of gifts, that was the proper way to do this. As it was, he'd been a fool and wasn't sure if he could now present the item to the princess himself or if it needed to go through the hands of one of her maids instead. This royal protocol was annoying, he'd spent such little time in any royal household since becoming an adult it was perhaps his worst subject of study.
Holding out the small package, he wasn't sure if he should step closer or a servant would intervene. The piece already felt far too delicate for him to handle on his own. Alexa had chosen a golden bracelet intricately woven with vines and floral patterns, culminating in a gold woven tree along the top that cradled small bits of jewels that were meant to represent each of the Greek nations, red for Colchis, green for Taengea, and blue for Athenia. He had no idea if it was in fashion or not, but Alexa had been adamant this was what it should be, and so he had followed the advice of his teenage sister over anyone else.
"I brought you a small token I hoped you would enjoy. Well, my sister chose it, she's got a far better eye than I do for this sort of thing."
As soon as the servant came to tell him he was to see the princess now Iason felt a flurry of nerves, smoothing his tunic and wishing he'd put more thought into his appearance. He'd shaved that morning, noticing the Athenian preference for men's faces to appear as smooth as a baby's bottom, bathed and combed through the brown locks that were somehow neither properly straight or curly, but somehow it wasn't enough. He should have picked a different color than the deep green chiton he wore, something more regal instead of the forest colors he usually preferred. There should have been more trim added, a gold belt instead of brown, something different than the usual staghead fibulae. It was all too late for that now, but Iason made mental note of the panic to try to sort it out in future.
After all, he was supposed to be Athenian now.
Bowing deeply to the young princess, he was struck by her beauty as well. She was similar in coloring to her older sister, with that dark hair and eyes, olive skin tone and pert noses that looked as if they would always be turned up at him. Emilia still had a softness to her features that took away the edge of absolute awe inspiring loveliness of Persephone, but it was clear to Iason that the younger would easily follow in the older's footsteps.
"Your Highness, thank you for agreeing to see me today."
He should have brought a servant with him to do the carrying of things and exchanging of gifts, that was the proper way to do this. As it was, he'd been a fool and wasn't sure if he could now present the item to the princess himself or if it needed to go through the hands of one of her maids instead. This royal protocol was annoying, he'd spent such little time in any royal household since becoming an adult it was perhaps his worst subject of study.
Holding out the small package, he wasn't sure if he should step closer or a servant would intervene. The piece already felt far too delicate for him to handle on his own. Alexa had chosen a golden bracelet intricately woven with vines and floral patterns, culminating in a gold woven tree along the top that cradled small bits of jewels that were meant to represent each of the Greek nations, red for Colchis, green for Taengea, and blue for Athenia. He had no idea if it was in fashion or not, but Alexa had been adamant this was what it should be, and so he had followed the advice of his teenage sister over anyone else.
"I brought you a small token I hoped you would enjoy. Well, my sister chose it, she's got a far better eye than I do for this sort of thing."
Schooling her features to be as close to Persephone's as she can hope, Emilia looked up as he entered, raising a brow when the man bowed. That was what her father did when he met someone knew, right? Emilia internally cursed how she never did pay attention when she was in court or with her father and sister when they met with advisors and barons of the various province. She had always been caught up with ogling the most handsome servant or young son's of barons when they came, that she had let the words and actions of her family completely fly past her head. Now would've been a great time to use them, had she paid attention to begin with.
She only gave a wordless nod when Iason thanked her for seeing him, but in a way, Emilia could see why her sister agreed to the marriage. The man was handsome. Surely that was why Persephone had agreed, right? There was no doubt about it that while Emilia had a kind heart and a soft demeanour, she was also shallow when it came to looks, and the Dimitrou lord and her sister's betrothed had a certain air about him that made Emilia slip and smile. He would definitely be someone she would ogle at had she been seated behind her father and he had entered the court room.
But now was not the time and place.
Quickly catching herself before it bloomed into a full smile, Emilia discreetly shifted in her seat as if reminding herself to remain neutral. Waving a hand when he held out a package, a maid quickly scurried forward to pick up the package, and handed it to Emilia, who gently balanced the object on her thigh as she unwrapped it. As much as the brunette wanted to upkeep the attitude of coolness however, it fell with a quick gasp from the princess once she saw the trinket.
A sucker for pretty things, as always.
"I have to say, my lord, your sister does have a fine eye." she murmured, finally gracing the Dimitrou lord with a smile as she picked up. Her delicate fingers brushed against the finely wrought floral and vine pattern, her eyes clearly well versed in appraising the gems embedded in it, smiling as she saw the water emerald from Taengean and fire ruby from Colchis. The man was smart, Emilia would give him that. But was he of strong backbone to stand up to her sister? Would he treat her right? That much remains to be seen.
Gently slipping the bangle upon her wrist, the young princess waved at the lord to sleep, and the servants approached to serve both with wine and dried fruits, retreating before Emilia spoke again. "I believe you presented my sister with the same, fine gifts as you had just offered me, my lord? I should hope my sister would get the same, if not better treatment then I have seen in the brief minutes I've spent in your company." Did she sound threatening? She hoped she was. She was trying. Very hard.
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Schooling her features to be as close to Persephone's as she can hope, Emilia looked up as he entered, raising a brow when the man bowed. That was what her father did when he met someone knew, right? Emilia internally cursed how she never did pay attention when she was in court or with her father and sister when they met with advisors and barons of the various province. She had always been caught up with ogling the most handsome servant or young son's of barons when they came, that she had let the words and actions of her family completely fly past her head. Now would've been a great time to use them, had she paid attention to begin with.
She only gave a wordless nod when Iason thanked her for seeing him, but in a way, Emilia could see why her sister agreed to the marriage. The man was handsome. Surely that was why Persephone had agreed, right? There was no doubt about it that while Emilia had a kind heart and a soft demeanour, she was also shallow when it came to looks, and the Dimitrou lord and her sister's betrothed had a certain air about him that made Emilia slip and smile. He would definitely be someone she would ogle at had she been seated behind her father and he had entered the court room.
But now was not the time and place.
Quickly catching herself before it bloomed into a full smile, Emilia discreetly shifted in her seat as if reminding herself to remain neutral. Waving a hand when he held out a package, a maid quickly scurried forward to pick up the package, and handed it to Emilia, who gently balanced the object on her thigh as she unwrapped it. As much as the brunette wanted to upkeep the attitude of coolness however, it fell with a quick gasp from the princess once she saw the trinket.
A sucker for pretty things, as always.
"I have to say, my lord, your sister does have a fine eye." she murmured, finally gracing the Dimitrou lord with a smile as she picked up. Her delicate fingers brushed against the finely wrought floral and vine pattern, her eyes clearly well versed in appraising the gems embedded in it, smiling as she saw the water emerald from Taengean and fire ruby from Colchis. The man was smart, Emilia would give him that. But was he of strong backbone to stand up to her sister? Would he treat her right? That much remains to be seen.
Gently slipping the bangle upon her wrist, the young princess waved at the lord to sleep, and the servants approached to serve both with wine and dried fruits, retreating before Emilia spoke again. "I believe you presented my sister with the same, fine gifts as you had just offered me, my lord? I should hope my sister would get the same, if not better treatment then I have seen in the brief minutes I've spent in your company." Did she sound threatening? She hoped she was. She was trying. Very hard.
Schooling her features to be as close to Persephone's as she can hope, Emilia looked up as he entered, raising a brow when the man bowed. That was what her father did when he met someone knew, right? Emilia internally cursed how she never did pay attention when she was in court or with her father and sister when they met with advisors and barons of the various province. She had always been caught up with ogling the most handsome servant or young son's of barons when they came, that she had let the words and actions of her family completely fly past her head. Now would've been a great time to use them, had she paid attention to begin with.
She only gave a wordless nod when Iason thanked her for seeing him, but in a way, Emilia could see why her sister agreed to the marriage. The man was handsome. Surely that was why Persephone had agreed, right? There was no doubt about it that while Emilia had a kind heart and a soft demeanour, she was also shallow when it came to looks, and the Dimitrou lord and her sister's betrothed had a certain air about him that made Emilia slip and smile. He would definitely be someone she would ogle at had she been seated behind her father and he had entered the court room.
But now was not the time and place.
Quickly catching herself before it bloomed into a full smile, Emilia discreetly shifted in her seat as if reminding herself to remain neutral. Waving a hand when he held out a package, a maid quickly scurried forward to pick up the package, and handed it to Emilia, who gently balanced the object on her thigh as she unwrapped it. As much as the brunette wanted to upkeep the attitude of coolness however, it fell with a quick gasp from the princess once she saw the trinket.
A sucker for pretty things, as always.
"I have to say, my lord, your sister does have a fine eye." she murmured, finally gracing the Dimitrou lord with a smile as she picked up. Her delicate fingers brushed against the finely wrought floral and vine pattern, her eyes clearly well versed in appraising the gems embedded in it, smiling as she saw the water emerald from Taengean and fire ruby from Colchis. The man was smart, Emilia would give him that. But was he of strong backbone to stand up to her sister? Would he treat her right? That much remains to be seen.
Gently slipping the bangle upon her wrist, the young princess waved at the lord to sleep, and the servants approached to serve both with wine and dried fruits, retreating before Emilia spoke again. "I believe you presented my sister with the same, fine gifts as you had just offered me, my lord? I should hope my sister would get the same, if not better treatment then I have seen in the brief minutes I've spent in your company." Did she sound threatening? She hoped she was. She was trying. Very hard.
A smile of relief crossed his face at the small gasp the princess gave, at least he could be good at this part thanks to his sister's help. He would have to commission her to select all gifts for him when it came to his future sister-in-law. With another small bow that turned into a nod, Iason was about to respond with equal praise for his own sister, show her that he cared for them very much and would try to do the same for this new family he found himself part of when she spoke again. This time he could see the resemblance between her and Persephone even more clearly.
"I shall always do my best, your highness. Your sister is a busy woman with her duties, I confess I haven't spent as much time with her as I wish. But I do have hope that our union will be a content one, happy as we can be." Watching her slip the bangle on her delicate wrist he wondered if he ought to be fully truthful or if he should keep his Athenian mask on and measure his words. Already he felt like he'd spoken far too many and he didn't want to bother her.
The servants that brought forward food and drink startled him a bit, he hadn't noticed their presence over much aside from those who had presented his gift to the princess. Instead of helping himself to the offered treats, he kept his hands clasped behind his back, posture as straight as could be. From what he had seen of this family they valued being like statues, upright and proud, still in a way that he'd never managed very well. His father had always scolded him during his first hunts for never being able to freeze so as not to startle their prey, and as much as he tried he still found his fingers fidgeting with one another now. In the woods he could be a statue, an unbending tree, but here his nerves were getting the best of him.
What else was one supposed to say to their future sister-in-law who was so far above him in rank? Could he talk to her about the things that he spoke to Alexa and Dorothea about? Would that be too forward or would she welcome the chance to relax a bit? He couldn't make a decision and so instead kept silent, waiting for her to make the next move.
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A smile of relief crossed his face at the small gasp the princess gave, at least he could be good at this part thanks to his sister's help. He would have to commission her to select all gifts for him when it came to his future sister-in-law. With another small bow that turned into a nod, Iason was about to respond with equal praise for his own sister, show her that he cared for them very much and would try to do the same for this new family he found himself part of when she spoke again. This time he could see the resemblance between her and Persephone even more clearly.
"I shall always do my best, your highness. Your sister is a busy woman with her duties, I confess I haven't spent as much time with her as I wish. But I do have hope that our union will be a content one, happy as we can be." Watching her slip the bangle on her delicate wrist he wondered if he ought to be fully truthful or if he should keep his Athenian mask on and measure his words. Already he felt like he'd spoken far too many and he didn't want to bother her.
The servants that brought forward food and drink startled him a bit, he hadn't noticed their presence over much aside from those who had presented his gift to the princess. Instead of helping himself to the offered treats, he kept his hands clasped behind his back, posture as straight as could be. From what he had seen of this family they valued being like statues, upright and proud, still in a way that he'd never managed very well. His father had always scolded him during his first hunts for never being able to freeze so as not to startle their prey, and as much as he tried he still found his fingers fidgeting with one another now. In the woods he could be a statue, an unbending tree, but here his nerves were getting the best of him.
What else was one supposed to say to their future sister-in-law who was so far above him in rank? Could he talk to her about the things that he spoke to Alexa and Dorothea about? Would that be too forward or would she welcome the chance to relax a bit? He couldn't make a decision and so instead kept silent, waiting for her to make the next move.
A smile of relief crossed his face at the small gasp the princess gave, at least he could be good at this part thanks to his sister's help. He would have to commission her to select all gifts for him when it came to his future sister-in-law. With another small bow that turned into a nod, Iason was about to respond with equal praise for his own sister, show her that he cared for them very much and would try to do the same for this new family he found himself part of when she spoke again. This time he could see the resemblance between her and Persephone even more clearly.
"I shall always do my best, your highness. Your sister is a busy woman with her duties, I confess I haven't spent as much time with her as I wish. But I do have hope that our union will be a content one, happy as we can be." Watching her slip the bangle on her delicate wrist he wondered if he ought to be fully truthful or if he should keep his Athenian mask on and measure his words. Already he felt like he'd spoken far too many and he didn't want to bother her.
The servants that brought forward food and drink startled him a bit, he hadn't noticed their presence over much aside from those who had presented his gift to the princess. Instead of helping himself to the offered treats, he kept his hands clasped behind his back, posture as straight as could be. From what he had seen of this family they valued being like statues, upright and proud, still in a way that he'd never managed very well. His father had always scolded him during his first hunts for never being able to freeze so as not to startle their prey, and as much as he tried he still found his fingers fidgeting with one another now. In the woods he could be a statue, an unbending tree, but here his nerves were getting the best of him.
What else was one supposed to say to their future sister-in-law who was so far above him in rank? Could he talk to her about the things that he spoke to Alexa and Dorothea about? Would that be too forward or would she welcome the chance to relax a bit? He couldn't make a decision and so instead kept silent, waiting for her to make the next move.
It wasn't anything surprising that fell from his lips, the words of praise for her sister. Emilia had heard many of it herself. The throngs of men all eager for the hands of marriage of the Xanthos sisters - yet how many of them wanted to marry the girl's for who they are, and how many now wanted to mary them simply because of what they had and the title they carried? While Emilia had always been brought up to know and expect a marriage that would be beneficial to her kingdom, her family, and to her intended, she had never lost the hope that perhaps, she could be blessed by Aphrodite to have to fulfill all of that and find love at the same time - for that was what their parents had, was it not? Surely if her father could succeed in finding love, however short lived it was, with her mother, she and her sister could.
Yet the whole time Persephone had informed Emilia of her impending intended, it had never been anything to do with emotions of the heart, but much to do with the responsibilities of a princess. That was, in large part, why Emilia had agreed to meet the Taengean noble today.
"And what would you do to ensure the union be as you wish it would be, Lord Iason?" she asked in returned, as she left the remainder of the package on a side table, the new bangle now seated prettily on her wrist. It gleamed in the afternoon sunlight as she waved a hand for Iason to partake in the fine refreshments and drink. Their wine may not be as fine as the one from the Condos vineyards she had tried when she visited Taengea, but it was passable, and the Athenian coastal provinces always grew the finest fruits to be dried as snacks.
The straight, almost wooden posture of the lord amused Emilia. Was he afraid of her? How odd. She was but half his age, so she could not imagine why... unless he wished to make a good impression on her, and if that be the case, well Emilia was impressed enough already, if he thought of his fiancee's younger sister. "I heard you have younger sisters, my lord. Do you wish they had come with you?"
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It wasn't anything surprising that fell from his lips, the words of praise for her sister. Emilia had heard many of it herself. The throngs of men all eager for the hands of marriage of the Xanthos sisters - yet how many of them wanted to marry the girl's for who they are, and how many now wanted to mary them simply because of what they had and the title they carried? While Emilia had always been brought up to know and expect a marriage that would be beneficial to her kingdom, her family, and to her intended, she had never lost the hope that perhaps, she could be blessed by Aphrodite to have to fulfill all of that and find love at the same time - for that was what their parents had, was it not? Surely if her father could succeed in finding love, however short lived it was, with her mother, she and her sister could.
Yet the whole time Persephone had informed Emilia of her impending intended, it had never been anything to do with emotions of the heart, but much to do with the responsibilities of a princess. That was, in large part, why Emilia had agreed to meet the Taengean noble today.
"And what would you do to ensure the union be as you wish it would be, Lord Iason?" she asked in returned, as she left the remainder of the package on a side table, the new bangle now seated prettily on her wrist. It gleamed in the afternoon sunlight as she waved a hand for Iason to partake in the fine refreshments and drink. Their wine may not be as fine as the one from the Condos vineyards she had tried when she visited Taengea, but it was passable, and the Athenian coastal provinces always grew the finest fruits to be dried as snacks.
The straight, almost wooden posture of the lord amused Emilia. Was he afraid of her? How odd. She was but half his age, so she could not imagine why... unless he wished to make a good impression on her, and if that be the case, well Emilia was impressed enough already, if he thought of his fiancee's younger sister. "I heard you have younger sisters, my lord. Do you wish they had come with you?"
It wasn't anything surprising that fell from his lips, the words of praise for her sister. Emilia had heard many of it herself. The throngs of men all eager for the hands of marriage of the Xanthos sisters - yet how many of them wanted to marry the girl's for who they are, and how many now wanted to mary them simply because of what they had and the title they carried? While Emilia had always been brought up to know and expect a marriage that would be beneficial to her kingdom, her family, and to her intended, she had never lost the hope that perhaps, she could be blessed by Aphrodite to have to fulfill all of that and find love at the same time - for that was what their parents had, was it not? Surely if her father could succeed in finding love, however short lived it was, with her mother, she and her sister could.
Yet the whole time Persephone had informed Emilia of her impending intended, it had never been anything to do with emotions of the heart, but much to do with the responsibilities of a princess. That was, in large part, why Emilia had agreed to meet the Taengean noble today.
"And what would you do to ensure the union be as you wish it would be, Lord Iason?" she asked in returned, as she left the remainder of the package on a side table, the new bangle now seated prettily on her wrist. It gleamed in the afternoon sunlight as she waved a hand for Iason to partake in the fine refreshments and drink. Their wine may not be as fine as the one from the Condos vineyards she had tried when she visited Taengea, but it was passable, and the Athenian coastal provinces always grew the finest fruits to be dried as snacks.
The straight, almost wooden posture of the lord amused Emilia. Was he afraid of her? How odd. She was but half his age, so she could not imagine why... unless he wished to make a good impression on her, and if that be the case, well Emilia was impressed enough already, if he thought of his fiancee's younger sister. "I heard you have younger sisters, my lord. Do you wish they had come with you?"
What would he do to ensure the union was as he wanted it to be? It was a question Iason had no good answer for. In the short time he'd spent in Athenia he had only been able to function in a limited manner to try to fit within the box of this place. He'd yet to find any kind of friendship or ease with the family he was meant to join, or friendship of anyone else at the court. It was a lonely road, and he wished for the comfort of his cousins. Emilios would have his jokes and help break the stoic silence, where Achilleas would have clever advice for how best to win over the king and people. Dorthea and Alexa would have had no difficulty charming the court.
He was alone though, none of his family were present to help him, it was a task he had to carry out on his own and it was on his head to make this work.
"I suppose I would do what it took, your highness. At the moment I am here at your family's pleasure, until the question of the crown is decided it is difficult to see which way our lives will go, or how best to proceed." He hoped that was acceptable. It was no sweeping declaration of love, but he was still trying to determine if he could be friends with Persephone much less giving her his heart on a platter. "I wish simply for a good life."
Taking a glass of wine as indicated, he brought it to his lips out of habit instead of any real desire for a drink. It gave him something to do. The question of his family though brought the lump back to his throat and he nodded as he composed himself.
"I miss them greatly, your highness. I wish it were possible to bring them here, but perhaps they will be able to attend the wedding, if your sister wishes it to proceed."
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What would he do to ensure the union was as he wanted it to be? It was a question Iason had no good answer for. In the short time he'd spent in Athenia he had only been able to function in a limited manner to try to fit within the box of this place. He'd yet to find any kind of friendship or ease with the family he was meant to join, or friendship of anyone else at the court. It was a lonely road, and he wished for the comfort of his cousins. Emilios would have his jokes and help break the stoic silence, where Achilleas would have clever advice for how best to win over the king and people. Dorthea and Alexa would have had no difficulty charming the court.
He was alone though, none of his family were present to help him, it was a task he had to carry out on his own and it was on his head to make this work.
"I suppose I would do what it took, your highness. At the moment I am here at your family's pleasure, until the question of the crown is decided it is difficult to see which way our lives will go, or how best to proceed." He hoped that was acceptable. It was no sweeping declaration of love, but he was still trying to determine if he could be friends with Persephone much less giving her his heart on a platter. "I wish simply for a good life."
Taking a glass of wine as indicated, he brought it to his lips out of habit instead of any real desire for a drink. It gave him something to do. The question of his family though brought the lump back to his throat and he nodded as he composed himself.
"I miss them greatly, your highness. I wish it were possible to bring them here, but perhaps they will be able to attend the wedding, if your sister wishes it to proceed."
What would he do to ensure the union was as he wanted it to be? It was a question Iason had no good answer for. In the short time he'd spent in Athenia he had only been able to function in a limited manner to try to fit within the box of this place. He'd yet to find any kind of friendship or ease with the family he was meant to join, or friendship of anyone else at the court. It was a lonely road, and he wished for the comfort of his cousins. Emilios would have his jokes and help break the stoic silence, where Achilleas would have clever advice for how best to win over the king and people. Dorthea and Alexa would have had no difficulty charming the court.
He was alone though, none of his family were present to help him, it was a task he had to carry out on his own and it was on his head to make this work.
"I suppose I would do what it took, your highness. At the moment I am here at your family's pleasure, until the question of the crown is decided it is difficult to see which way our lives will go, or how best to proceed." He hoped that was acceptable. It was no sweeping declaration of love, but he was still trying to determine if he could be friends with Persephone much less giving her his heart on a platter. "I wish simply for a good life."
Taking a glass of wine as indicated, he brought it to his lips out of habit instead of any real desire for a drink. It gave him something to do. The question of his family though brought the lump back to his throat and he nodded as he composed himself.
"I miss them greatly, your highness. I wish it were possible to bring them here, but perhaps they will be able to attend the wedding, if your sister wishes it to proceed."
It was laughable, that Emilia was trying to act all big and imposing when she was in truth not only the younger one, but far smaller in size then her sister's future supposed husband. Still, it didn't change the fact that with their father now joining their mother in the ranks of afterlife, Emilia felt an odd sense of need to at least ensure her sister found some form of happiness in her marriage. That was what Aphrodite always said, did she not? And Emilia was nothing if not a devout believer in the goddess of love.
Despite so, she also understood to a certain extent, that their future was uncertain. Despite her father succeeding in passing the law that meant the heir to the crown could be a daughter, it was still not widely accepted by all in the Senate, which meant Persephone now faced a certain degree of rejection. It would explain the need of haste in her marriage - none of which meant Emilia agreed to it, simply that she saw the need for it.
But the Taengean's simple wish for a good life was something that made Emilia pause as she considered that. She had had a good life all her life... "But what constitutes a good life for you, my lord?" she couldn't help but ask. Afterall, for Emilia, a good life meant she wouldn't have to lift a finger for the rest of her life and could focus on what she liked doing the most. While superficial, there was no denying that with the life she's led, Emilia wouldn't exactly survive if she had to do common housework or worry about food on the table.
That he vocally admitted his thoughts of his family was something that at least sat well with Emilia. With many experiences of nobles and men far too proud to admit their own feelings, the Taengean's honest admission was refreshing and brought a smile to her own lips as she nodded, but simply awaited his response to her final question, all whilst Emilia sipped on the wine.
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It was laughable, that Emilia was trying to act all big and imposing when she was in truth not only the younger one, but far smaller in size then her sister's future supposed husband. Still, it didn't change the fact that with their father now joining their mother in the ranks of afterlife, Emilia felt an odd sense of need to at least ensure her sister found some form of happiness in her marriage. That was what Aphrodite always said, did she not? And Emilia was nothing if not a devout believer in the goddess of love.
Despite so, she also understood to a certain extent, that their future was uncertain. Despite her father succeeding in passing the law that meant the heir to the crown could be a daughter, it was still not widely accepted by all in the Senate, which meant Persephone now faced a certain degree of rejection. It would explain the need of haste in her marriage - none of which meant Emilia agreed to it, simply that she saw the need for it.
But the Taengean's simple wish for a good life was something that made Emilia pause as she considered that. She had had a good life all her life... "But what constitutes a good life for you, my lord?" she couldn't help but ask. Afterall, for Emilia, a good life meant she wouldn't have to lift a finger for the rest of her life and could focus on what she liked doing the most. While superficial, there was no denying that with the life she's led, Emilia wouldn't exactly survive if she had to do common housework or worry about food on the table.
That he vocally admitted his thoughts of his family was something that at least sat well with Emilia. With many experiences of nobles and men far too proud to admit their own feelings, the Taengean's honest admission was refreshing and brought a smile to her own lips as she nodded, but simply awaited his response to her final question, all whilst Emilia sipped on the wine.
It was laughable, that Emilia was trying to act all big and imposing when she was in truth not only the younger one, but far smaller in size then her sister's future supposed husband. Still, it didn't change the fact that with their father now joining their mother in the ranks of afterlife, Emilia felt an odd sense of need to at least ensure her sister found some form of happiness in her marriage. That was what Aphrodite always said, did she not? And Emilia was nothing if not a devout believer in the goddess of love.
Despite so, she also understood to a certain extent, that their future was uncertain. Despite her father succeeding in passing the law that meant the heir to the crown could be a daughter, it was still not widely accepted by all in the Senate, which meant Persephone now faced a certain degree of rejection. It would explain the need of haste in her marriage - none of which meant Emilia agreed to it, simply that she saw the need for it.
But the Taengean's simple wish for a good life was something that made Emilia pause as she considered that. She had had a good life all her life... "But what constitutes a good life for you, my lord?" she couldn't help but ask. Afterall, for Emilia, a good life meant she wouldn't have to lift a finger for the rest of her life and could focus on what she liked doing the most. While superficial, there was no denying that with the life she's led, Emilia wouldn't exactly survive if she had to do common housework or worry about food on the table.
That he vocally admitted his thoughts of his family was something that at least sat well with Emilia. With many experiences of nobles and men far too proud to admit their own feelings, the Taengean's honest admission was refreshing and brought a smile to her own lips as she nodded, but simply awaited his response to her final question, all whilst Emilia sipped on the wine.
What did he consider a good life?
He supposed he shouldn't admit that to him the best possible life would be living out his days in Taengea with his family and horses, working the fields with his tenants and one day passing the name down to his own son. Not when he'd left all of that behind to come wed her sister and be a prince by her side. Instead Iason went with the second truth, the truth he had hoped would be able to accompany his Taengean dreams.
"A good life for me, your highness, would be spending my days helping my people with a wife by my side that I admire and respect."
Iason could only hope that his response was sufficient, a valet entering to tell him that his presence was required by the king to speak with him regarding matters of the betrothal prevented a further conversation. The look in the younger princesses eye and her smile told him that at least in this moment he had passed her test. Standing with a bow, the baron kissed the offered hand and bid Emilia farewell. One princess won over, one yet to impress.
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What did he consider a good life?
He supposed he shouldn't admit that to him the best possible life would be living out his days in Taengea with his family and horses, working the fields with his tenants and one day passing the name down to his own son. Not when he'd left all of that behind to come wed her sister and be a prince by her side. Instead Iason went with the second truth, the truth he had hoped would be able to accompany his Taengean dreams.
"A good life for me, your highness, would be spending my days helping my people with a wife by my side that I admire and respect."
Iason could only hope that his response was sufficient, a valet entering to tell him that his presence was required by the king to speak with him regarding matters of the betrothal prevented a further conversation. The look in the younger princesses eye and her smile told him that at least in this moment he had passed her test. Standing with a bow, the baron kissed the offered hand and bid Emilia farewell. One princess won over, one yet to impress.
What did he consider a good life?
He supposed he shouldn't admit that to him the best possible life would be living out his days in Taengea with his family and horses, working the fields with his tenants and one day passing the name down to his own son. Not when he'd left all of that behind to come wed her sister and be a prince by her side. Instead Iason went with the second truth, the truth he had hoped would be able to accompany his Taengean dreams.
"A good life for me, your highness, would be spending my days helping my people with a wife by my side that I admire and respect."
Iason could only hope that his response was sufficient, a valet entering to tell him that his presence was required by the king to speak with him regarding matters of the betrothal prevented a further conversation. The look in the younger princesses eye and her smile told him that at least in this moment he had passed her test. Standing with a bow, the baron kissed the offered hand and bid Emilia farewell. One princess won over, one yet to impress.
