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It was easy not to believe any of the terrible rumors that spread through the upper class of Colchis. Her sister was brilliant and clever. She wasn’t perfect, of course. She was stubborn with a sharp temper - as this conversation clearly demonstrated. But she was as close to perfect as anyone Essa had ever met.
Of course, Essa had been admiring her sister... well, her entire life. How could she not? She was beautiful and elegant and confident... She knew what she wanted and nothing stood in her way. Not even their mother. That only made the differences between them all the more glaring. The sisters were opposite in nearly every way as far as she could tell.
It only made it sting all the more when her sister doubted her intentions and believed the worst of her. She couldn’t help but react in something between panic and anger. That quickly faded though as she realized how she sounded. She wasn’t being fair. Imeeya was upset. Of course she wasn’t thinking clearly. Essa needed to be kinder, more considerate. Instead, she was being selfish. No wonder Imeeya didn’t confide in her anymore. After tonight, it would be a miracle if she ever did again.
Still, she giggled a little as her sister agreed Lord Silanos was not exactly known for displaying wisdom. It seemed perhaps she had smoothed things over at least a little. It was enough to soothe her guilt for reacting so badly.
“You could, or catch him as he’s leaving at first light. Or even at the boats. Everyone will be saying their goodbyes. You’ll have time,” she quickly assured her. “I could even distract Mother for you,” she offered. “Cover for you so that you can have time for a private moment with him.” It was the least she could do, really. “It would be so easy, Meeya. One little mistake and she’ll be distracted for ages. You know how her lectures go. You’ll be the furthest thing from her mind. It will work, truly.”
After all, disappointing the infamous Princess Tythra was perhaps her one skill in life. It seemed every breath she took somehow was wrong in her mother’s mind. If it gave her sister some closure, or better yet some hope for the future... it was worth facing the inevitable. She was used to it anyway.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Meeya,” she quickly insisted. How could she believe otherwise? Didn’t she see how amazing she was? How much Essa wished she could be just like her? “Nothing at all. Aphrodite should curse him for making you believe such a thing.” She shook her head, trying to think of something she could say. Anything to make this better. Surely there must have been some story that she could draw from. Some useful grain of advice she could offer.
“Maybe it’s that he’s so different,” she said finally, head tilting slightly. “You’re so clever, you usually know what someone is going to do before they do even. But him... he surprises you. Keeps you guessing. And that’s at least interesting.”
It was true, he had a bit of a reputation for being careless and irresponsible, while her sister was far too serious. That sparked another idea in the young romantic’s mind. “Maybe that’s the whole issue. Maybe he’s scared he’s not good enough for you. Maybe he pushed you away because he’s trying to protect you.” Her eyes were wide with the thought. How incredibly touching to imagine he might care for her enough to want the best for her, believing that wasn’t him. Like star-crossed lovers.
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Essa thought the world of her sister.
It was easy not to believe any of the terrible rumors that spread through the upper class of Colchis. Her sister was brilliant and clever. She wasn’t perfect, of course. She was stubborn with a sharp temper - as this conversation clearly demonstrated. But she was as close to perfect as anyone Essa had ever met.
Of course, Essa had been admiring her sister... well, her entire life. How could she not? She was beautiful and elegant and confident... She knew what she wanted and nothing stood in her way. Not even their mother. That only made the differences between them all the more glaring. The sisters were opposite in nearly every way as far as she could tell.
It only made it sting all the more when her sister doubted her intentions and believed the worst of her. She couldn’t help but react in something between panic and anger. That quickly faded though as she realized how she sounded. She wasn’t being fair. Imeeya was upset. Of course she wasn’t thinking clearly. Essa needed to be kinder, more considerate. Instead, she was being selfish. No wonder Imeeya didn’t confide in her anymore. After tonight, it would be a miracle if she ever did again.
Still, she giggled a little as her sister agreed Lord Silanos was not exactly known for displaying wisdom. It seemed perhaps she had smoothed things over at least a little. It was enough to soothe her guilt for reacting so badly.
“You could, or catch him as he’s leaving at first light. Or even at the boats. Everyone will be saying their goodbyes. You’ll have time,” she quickly assured her. “I could even distract Mother for you,” she offered. “Cover for you so that you can have time for a private moment with him.” It was the least she could do, really. “It would be so easy, Meeya. One little mistake and she’ll be distracted for ages. You know how her lectures go. You’ll be the furthest thing from her mind. It will work, truly.”
After all, disappointing the infamous Princess Tythra was perhaps her one skill in life. It seemed every breath she took somehow was wrong in her mother’s mind. If it gave her sister some closure, or better yet some hope for the future... it was worth facing the inevitable. She was used to it anyway.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Meeya,” she quickly insisted. How could she believe otherwise? Didn’t she see how amazing she was? How much Essa wished she could be just like her? “Nothing at all. Aphrodite should curse him for making you believe such a thing.” She shook her head, trying to think of something she could say. Anything to make this better. Surely there must have been some story that she could draw from. Some useful grain of advice she could offer.
“Maybe it’s that he’s so different,” she said finally, head tilting slightly. “You’re so clever, you usually know what someone is going to do before they do even. But him... he surprises you. Keeps you guessing. And that’s at least interesting.”
It was true, he had a bit of a reputation for being careless and irresponsible, while her sister was far too serious. That sparked another idea in the young romantic’s mind. “Maybe that’s the whole issue. Maybe he’s scared he’s not good enough for you. Maybe he pushed you away because he’s trying to protect you.” Her eyes were wide with the thought. How incredibly touching to imagine he might care for her enough to want the best for her, believing that wasn’t him. Like star-crossed lovers.
Essa thought the world of her sister.
It was easy not to believe any of the terrible rumors that spread through the upper class of Colchis. Her sister was brilliant and clever. She wasn’t perfect, of course. She was stubborn with a sharp temper - as this conversation clearly demonstrated. But she was as close to perfect as anyone Essa had ever met.
Of course, Essa had been admiring her sister... well, her entire life. How could she not? She was beautiful and elegant and confident... She knew what she wanted and nothing stood in her way. Not even their mother. That only made the differences between them all the more glaring. The sisters were opposite in nearly every way as far as she could tell.
It only made it sting all the more when her sister doubted her intentions and believed the worst of her. She couldn’t help but react in something between panic and anger. That quickly faded though as she realized how she sounded. She wasn’t being fair. Imeeya was upset. Of course she wasn’t thinking clearly. Essa needed to be kinder, more considerate. Instead, she was being selfish. No wonder Imeeya didn’t confide in her anymore. After tonight, it would be a miracle if she ever did again.
Still, she giggled a little as her sister agreed Lord Silanos was not exactly known for displaying wisdom. It seemed perhaps she had smoothed things over at least a little. It was enough to soothe her guilt for reacting so badly.
“You could, or catch him as he’s leaving at first light. Or even at the boats. Everyone will be saying their goodbyes. You’ll have time,” she quickly assured her. “I could even distract Mother for you,” she offered. “Cover for you so that you can have time for a private moment with him.” It was the least she could do, really. “It would be so easy, Meeya. One little mistake and she’ll be distracted for ages. You know how her lectures go. You’ll be the furthest thing from her mind. It will work, truly.”
After all, disappointing the infamous Princess Tythra was perhaps her one skill in life. It seemed every breath she took somehow was wrong in her mother’s mind. If it gave her sister some closure, or better yet some hope for the future... it was worth facing the inevitable. She was used to it anyway.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Meeya,” she quickly insisted. How could she believe otherwise? Didn’t she see how amazing she was? How much Essa wished she could be just like her? “Nothing at all. Aphrodite should curse him for making you believe such a thing.” She shook her head, trying to think of something she could say. Anything to make this better. Surely there must have been some story that she could draw from. Some useful grain of advice she could offer.
“Maybe it’s that he’s so different,” she said finally, head tilting slightly. “You’re so clever, you usually know what someone is going to do before they do even. But him... he surprises you. Keeps you guessing. And that’s at least interesting.”
It was true, he had a bit of a reputation for being careless and irresponsible, while her sister was far too serious. That sparked another idea in the young romantic’s mind. “Maybe that’s the whole issue. Maybe he’s scared he’s not good enough for you. Maybe he pushed you away because he’s trying to protect you.” Her eyes were wide with the thought. How incredibly touching to imagine he might care for her enough to want the best for her, believing that wasn’t him. Like star-crossed lovers.
Imeeya sighed wistfully at Essa’s suggestion that she should go catch him before he left in the morning. It was a nice idea, but as she pictured it, she could just envision Silanos yelling at her in front of everyone. That was not something she was willing to risk. But she also wasn’t going to let Essa know that fear. She was a Drakos; there was no reason to fear what someone like Silanos of Valaoritis thought of her.
“Yes, because yelling at him in front of everyone who had gathered to wish everyone farewell including would make me less dead,” Imeeya responded sarcastically to her sister’s suggestion. “And since those gathered to leave include Vangelis and the King would quite possibly make Sil a lot more dead.” As much as Imeeya wished to strangle the man to death with her bare hands at the moment, she also very much did not want him dead. Emotions were confusing.
While Essa’s assertion that there wasn’t anything wrong with her was nice, it was less comforting than she would have liked. Of course, Essa would defend her having...whatever these feelings were...towards a man. She always had such an idealistic view of love, and she was so young. Imeeya was sure she didn’t know what she was talking about. What was it about one kiss that had turned her entire world upside down? This wasn’t something that was supposed to happen. She was a Drakos. She wasn’t supposed to let feelings like this overrule her sense of what was the correct thing to do. Either something was wrong with her, or he was some sort of master manipulator.
As Essa kept explaining, the words she said rang true. He wasn’t like any other man she had met, and certainly not like the men that her mother was always pushing her to marry. He was always surprising, always left her feeling slightly off-balance. It was exciting and infuriating and as much as she hated it, she also loved it. “Maybe you’re right. He is different than the other men I’ve known.”
As Essa continued talking, it was clear she didn’t understand the situation at all. The Silanos she knew wasn’t scared of anything, and if he thought he was trying to protect her by yelling at her, then he was an idiot. “No, I think it’s clear he’s only trying to protect himself. If he’s so worried about hurting me, then he wouldn’t have gone and stabbed me right through the heart.” She let out a bitter laugh. It wasn’t like her to be so melodramatic, but it seemed fitting under the circumstances. That was exactly what it felt like, like someone had gone and ripped something out of her chest, and only the rage she was feeling had been able to distract her from it.
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Imeeya sighed wistfully at Essa’s suggestion that she should go catch him before he left in the morning. It was a nice idea, but as she pictured it, she could just envision Silanos yelling at her in front of everyone. That was not something she was willing to risk. But she also wasn’t going to let Essa know that fear. She was a Drakos; there was no reason to fear what someone like Silanos of Valaoritis thought of her.
“Yes, because yelling at him in front of everyone who had gathered to wish everyone farewell including would make me less dead,” Imeeya responded sarcastically to her sister’s suggestion. “And since those gathered to leave include Vangelis and the King would quite possibly make Sil a lot more dead.” As much as Imeeya wished to strangle the man to death with her bare hands at the moment, she also very much did not want him dead. Emotions were confusing.
While Essa’s assertion that there wasn’t anything wrong with her was nice, it was less comforting than she would have liked. Of course, Essa would defend her having...whatever these feelings were...towards a man. She always had such an idealistic view of love, and she was so young. Imeeya was sure she didn’t know what she was talking about. What was it about one kiss that had turned her entire world upside down? This wasn’t something that was supposed to happen. She was a Drakos. She wasn’t supposed to let feelings like this overrule her sense of what was the correct thing to do. Either something was wrong with her, or he was some sort of master manipulator.
As Essa kept explaining, the words she said rang true. He wasn’t like any other man she had met, and certainly not like the men that her mother was always pushing her to marry. He was always surprising, always left her feeling slightly off-balance. It was exciting and infuriating and as much as she hated it, she also loved it. “Maybe you’re right. He is different than the other men I’ve known.”
As Essa continued talking, it was clear she didn’t understand the situation at all. The Silanos she knew wasn’t scared of anything, and if he thought he was trying to protect her by yelling at her, then he was an idiot. “No, I think it’s clear he’s only trying to protect himself. If he’s so worried about hurting me, then he wouldn’t have gone and stabbed me right through the heart.” She let out a bitter laugh. It wasn’t like her to be so melodramatic, but it seemed fitting under the circumstances. That was exactly what it felt like, like someone had gone and ripped something out of her chest, and only the rage she was feeling had been able to distract her from it.
Imeeya sighed wistfully at Essa’s suggestion that she should go catch him before he left in the morning. It was a nice idea, but as she pictured it, she could just envision Silanos yelling at her in front of everyone. That was not something she was willing to risk. But she also wasn’t going to let Essa know that fear. She was a Drakos; there was no reason to fear what someone like Silanos of Valaoritis thought of her.
“Yes, because yelling at him in front of everyone who had gathered to wish everyone farewell including would make me less dead,” Imeeya responded sarcastically to her sister’s suggestion. “And since those gathered to leave include Vangelis and the King would quite possibly make Sil a lot more dead.” As much as Imeeya wished to strangle the man to death with her bare hands at the moment, she also very much did not want him dead. Emotions were confusing.
While Essa’s assertion that there wasn’t anything wrong with her was nice, it was less comforting than she would have liked. Of course, Essa would defend her having...whatever these feelings were...towards a man. She always had such an idealistic view of love, and she was so young. Imeeya was sure she didn’t know what she was talking about. What was it about one kiss that had turned her entire world upside down? This wasn’t something that was supposed to happen. She was a Drakos. She wasn’t supposed to let feelings like this overrule her sense of what was the correct thing to do. Either something was wrong with her, or he was some sort of master manipulator.
As Essa kept explaining, the words she said rang true. He wasn’t like any other man she had met, and certainly not like the men that her mother was always pushing her to marry. He was always surprising, always left her feeling slightly off-balance. It was exciting and infuriating and as much as she hated it, she also loved it. “Maybe you’re right. He is different than the other men I’ve known.”
As Essa continued talking, it was clear she didn’t understand the situation at all. The Silanos she knew wasn’t scared of anything, and if he thought he was trying to protect her by yelling at her, then he was an idiot. “No, I think it’s clear he’s only trying to protect himself. If he’s so worried about hurting me, then he wouldn’t have gone and stabbed me right through the heart.” She let out a bitter laugh. It wasn’t like her to be so melodramatic, but it seemed fitting under the circumstances. That was exactly what it felt like, like someone had gone and ripped something out of her chest, and only the rage she was feeling had been able to distract her from it.
Her sister’s sarcasm wounded Essa, though she fought not to let it show, wilting only mildly as her shoulders hunched with a sigh. “You wouldn’t have to yell,” she murmured dejectedly. Knowing Imeeya though, she wouldn’t be able to help herself. “Maybe you could pull him away? After all, Uncle and Vangelis will both be distracted with their own goodbyes surely.” But her voice revealed that she expected rejection of this idea.
“What about a letter?” she said finally. “One of us could pass it to him before they depart.” Her hazel eyes were silently pleading with her sister. “You can’t just let him leave without saying anything, can you?” Essa certainly wouldn’t be able to but then her sister had always been a very different sort of woman from her. Maybe she wouldn’t be haunted by things left unsaid. Especially if the worst happened... But Essa didn’t have the heart to mention that possibility.
She could practically hear Imeeya’s dismissal of her insistence that nothing was wrong with her. After all, hadn’t their mother taught them both that feeling such emotions was distasteful, and allowing them to dictate one’s actions... well that was failure. How could Imeeya not believe something was wrong with her for feeling any of this? It was wrong, Essa knew it in her very core, but she knew she would never be able to convince her sister of that. So she simply held her tongue on the matter, trying to make sense of the situation instead.
It seemed nearly impossible when her elder sister suggested that maybe, just maybe, Essa might be right. It took all her self control not to bounce in giddy excitement at the validation. But all hope she had at getting through to her sister vanished with her bitter laugh. Essa was crestfallen, not just at her own failed attempts at comfort, but at the pain her sister was clearly feeling. Maybe she should just chase Sil down herself. Confront him. Imeeya would kill her after, but at least they’d have answers.
“Oh Meeya...” she said softly, wrapping her arm tightly around her sister’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to hurt like this...”
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Her sister’s sarcasm wounded Essa, though she fought not to let it show, wilting only mildly as her shoulders hunched with a sigh. “You wouldn’t have to yell,” she murmured dejectedly. Knowing Imeeya though, she wouldn’t be able to help herself. “Maybe you could pull him away? After all, Uncle and Vangelis will both be distracted with their own goodbyes surely.” But her voice revealed that she expected rejection of this idea.
“What about a letter?” she said finally. “One of us could pass it to him before they depart.” Her hazel eyes were silently pleading with her sister. “You can’t just let him leave without saying anything, can you?” Essa certainly wouldn’t be able to but then her sister had always been a very different sort of woman from her. Maybe she wouldn’t be haunted by things left unsaid. Especially if the worst happened... But Essa didn’t have the heart to mention that possibility.
She could practically hear Imeeya’s dismissal of her insistence that nothing was wrong with her. After all, hadn’t their mother taught them both that feeling such emotions was distasteful, and allowing them to dictate one’s actions... well that was failure. How could Imeeya not believe something was wrong with her for feeling any of this? It was wrong, Essa knew it in her very core, but she knew she would never be able to convince her sister of that. So she simply held her tongue on the matter, trying to make sense of the situation instead.
It seemed nearly impossible when her elder sister suggested that maybe, just maybe, Essa might be right. It took all her self control not to bounce in giddy excitement at the validation. But all hope she had at getting through to her sister vanished with her bitter laugh. Essa was crestfallen, not just at her own failed attempts at comfort, but at the pain her sister was clearly feeling. Maybe she should just chase Sil down herself. Confront him. Imeeya would kill her after, but at least they’d have answers.
“Oh Meeya...” she said softly, wrapping her arm tightly around her sister’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to hurt like this...”
Her sister’s sarcasm wounded Essa, though she fought not to let it show, wilting only mildly as her shoulders hunched with a sigh. “You wouldn’t have to yell,” she murmured dejectedly. Knowing Imeeya though, she wouldn’t be able to help herself. “Maybe you could pull him away? After all, Uncle and Vangelis will both be distracted with their own goodbyes surely.” But her voice revealed that she expected rejection of this idea.
“What about a letter?” she said finally. “One of us could pass it to him before they depart.” Her hazel eyes were silently pleading with her sister. “You can’t just let him leave without saying anything, can you?” Essa certainly wouldn’t be able to but then her sister had always been a very different sort of woman from her. Maybe she wouldn’t be haunted by things left unsaid. Especially if the worst happened... But Essa didn’t have the heart to mention that possibility.
She could practically hear Imeeya’s dismissal of her insistence that nothing was wrong with her. After all, hadn’t their mother taught them both that feeling such emotions was distasteful, and allowing them to dictate one’s actions... well that was failure. How could Imeeya not believe something was wrong with her for feeling any of this? It was wrong, Essa knew it in her very core, but she knew she would never be able to convince her sister of that. So she simply held her tongue on the matter, trying to make sense of the situation instead.
It seemed nearly impossible when her elder sister suggested that maybe, just maybe, Essa might be right. It took all her self control not to bounce in giddy excitement at the validation. But all hope she had at getting through to her sister vanished with her bitter laugh. Essa was crestfallen, not just at her own failed attempts at comfort, but at the pain her sister was clearly feeling. Maybe she should just chase Sil down herself. Confront him. Imeeya would kill her after, but at least they’d have answers.
“Oh Meeya...” she said softly, wrapping her arm tightly around her sister’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to hurt like this...”
