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Athenians from all over the kingdom gather in Arcana to celebrate the birthday of the second princess Emilia of Xanthos. The meadows of the Arcana estate are covered in lavendar blooms as the mid summer plants flower and scent the air with soft sweetness. A sweetness reminiscent of the princess herself as she and her sister and father join the festivities in the gardens of Kalospiti Lefko to welcome to royal families of Athenia and their friends within the province...
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Athenians from all over the kingdom gather in Arcana to celebrate the birthday of the second princess Emilia of Xanthos. The meadows of the Arcana estate are covered in lavendar blooms as the mid summer plants flower and scent the air with soft sweetness. A sweetness reminiscent of the princess herself as she and her sister and father join the festivities in the gardens of Kalospiti Lefko to welcome to royal families of Athenia and their friends within the province...
Birthday Wishes Provincial Story - Athenia
Athenians from all over the kingdom gather in Arcana to celebrate the birthday of the second princess Emilia of Xanthos. The meadows of the Arcana estate are covered in lavendar blooms as the mid summer plants flower and scent the air with soft sweetness. A sweetness reminiscent of the princess herself as she and her sister and father join the festivities in the gardens of Kalospiti Lefko to welcome to royal families of Athenia and their friends within the province...
“No, no, absolutely not. I have a polite excuse as to why I cannot possibly go to the party. I can barely walk! No, I will stay here. You two have fun.”
Hours later Marietta found herself in a carriage with Elias of Stravos and Sofia of Marikas. The three had drowned themselves with wine before leaving and during their journey. How did they get to this moment?
An excellent question.
“It hurts though,” Marietta had whined to her two friends. “I feel like I’m dying.” But her protests fell upon deaf ears. There was only one solution that would both rid the pain and give Marietta the bravery to truly enjoy a party: Wine. One glass turned to two which turned to three and soon the trio was on their way, Marietta’s mind beginning to cloud as she became more amendable to her friends’ requests.
The festivities did not end there. By the time they had arrived, Marietta was lost in her inebriation. She was lucky that it was common to see a blush upon her face, for she was sure it was red with the wine the three had drunk. In the morning Marietta would awaken and would curse her friends' names for being such awful influences and not allowing her the peace she so desired. But at this moment she would love them, and well anyone who came near her. She was a happy drunk, if not a tad giggly.
Stepping from the carriage Marietta’s eyes went wide. The lavender was beautiful and it filled the air with such a soothing scent. It would be something that Marietta would want to paint should she remember this image. Her head turned this way and that, and as it did so did the world.
She was spinning. Marietta blinked. One hand reached to Elias’ arm to steady herself and the other Sofia’s hand. After a moment she recomposed herself, clearing her throat. Perhaps her limp from her sprained ankle from the prior storm will hide her stumbling from the alcohol.
“No more,” Marietta had said for what was likely the fifth time since they had left. But this time she meant it. She must be a proper lady or an example for her sisters at the very least. A scene would not be made by her, no sir!
“Oh, oh!” Marietta said brightly looking to her two friends. “We should wish the Princess the Happiest of Birthdays. That would be polite, no?” The girl who absolutely abhorred anything to do with speaking suggested. “And give our greetings to Princess Persephone. Have I ever mentioned that she is very kind?” Marietta sighed wistfully. If only she could say the same of these two at this moment.
Suddenly, her grey eyes grew wide and once again she looked wildly around. They were in Arcana were they not? Finally her ever famous blush tinged her already pink cheeks. Was Captain Hector not of Arcana? Was he here? She was a mess. Maybe he wouldn’t notice, or better yet, the two would never cross paths, at the very least, not while she was in such a state.
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“No, no, absolutely not. I have a polite excuse as to why I cannot possibly go to the party. I can barely walk! No, I will stay here. You two have fun.”
Hours later Marietta found herself in a carriage with Elias of Stravos and Sofia of Marikas. The three had drowned themselves with wine before leaving and during their journey. How did they get to this moment?
An excellent question.
“It hurts though,” Marietta had whined to her two friends. “I feel like I’m dying.” But her protests fell upon deaf ears. There was only one solution that would both rid the pain and give Marietta the bravery to truly enjoy a party: Wine. One glass turned to two which turned to three and soon the trio was on their way, Marietta’s mind beginning to cloud as she became more amendable to her friends’ requests.
The festivities did not end there. By the time they had arrived, Marietta was lost in her inebriation. She was lucky that it was common to see a blush upon her face, for she was sure it was red with the wine the three had drunk. In the morning Marietta would awaken and would curse her friends' names for being such awful influences and not allowing her the peace she so desired. But at this moment she would love them, and well anyone who came near her. She was a happy drunk, if not a tad giggly.
Stepping from the carriage Marietta’s eyes went wide. The lavender was beautiful and it filled the air with such a soothing scent. It would be something that Marietta would want to paint should she remember this image. Her head turned this way and that, and as it did so did the world.
She was spinning. Marietta blinked. One hand reached to Elias’ arm to steady herself and the other Sofia’s hand. After a moment she recomposed herself, clearing her throat. Perhaps her limp from her sprained ankle from the prior storm will hide her stumbling from the alcohol.
“No more,” Marietta had said for what was likely the fifth time since they had left. But this time she meant it. She must be a proper lady or an example for her sisters at the very least. A scene would not be made by her, no sir!
“Oh, oh!” Marietta said brightly looking to her two friends. “We should wish the Princess the Happiest of Birthdays. That would be polite, no?” The girl who absolutely abhorred anything to do with speaking suggested. “And give our greetings to Princess Persephone. Have I ever mentioned that she is very kind?” Marietta sighed wistfully. If only she could say the same of these two at this moment.
Suddenly, her grey eyes grew wide and once again she looked wildly around. They were in Arcana were they not? Finally her ever famous blush tinged her already pink cheeks. Was Captain Hector not of Arcana? Was he here? She was a mess. Maybe he wouldn’t notice, or better yet, the two would never cross paths, at the very least, not while she was in such a state.
“No, no, absolutely not. I have a polite excuse as to why I cannot possibly go to the party. I can barely walk! No, I will stay here. You two have fun.”
Hours later Marietta found herself in a carriage with Elias of Stravos and Sofia of Marikas. The three had drowned themselves with wine before leaving and during their journey. How did they get to this moment?
An excellent question.
“It hurts though,” Marietta had whined to her two friends. “I feel like I’m dying.” But her protests fell upon deaf ears. There was only one solution that would both rid the pain and give Marietta the bravery to truly enjoy a party: Wine. One glass turned to two which turned to three and soon the trio was on their way, Marietta’s mind beginning to cloud as she became more amendable to her friends’ requests.
The festivities did not end there. By the time they had arrived, Marietta was lost in her inebriation. She was lucky that it was common to see a blush upon her face, for she was sure it was red with the wine the three had drunk. In the morning Marietta would awaken and would curse her friends' names for being such awful influences and not allowing her the peace she so desired. But at this moment she would love them, and well anyone who came near her. She was a happy drunk, if not a tad giggly.
Stepping from the carriage Marietta’s eyes went wide. The lavender was beautiful and it filled the air with such a soothing scent. It would be something that Marietta would want to paint should she remember this image. Her head turned this way and that, and as it did so did the world.
She was spinning. Marietta blinked. One hand reached to Elias’ arm to steady herself and the other Sofia’s hand. After a moment she recomposed herself, clearing her throat. Perhaps her limp from her sprained ankle from the prior storm will hide her stumbling from the alcohol.
“No more,” Marietta had said for what was likely the fifth time since they had left. But this time she meant it. She must be a proper lady or an example for her sisters at the very least. A scene would not be made by her, no sir!
“Oh, oh!” Marietta said brightly looking to her two friends. “We should wish the Princess the Happiest of Birthdays. That would be polite, no?” The girl who absolutely abhorred anything to do with speaking suggested. “And give our greetings to Princess Persephone. Have I ever mentioned that she is very kind?” Marietta sighed wistfully. If only she could say the same of these two at this moment.
Suddenly, her grey eyes grew wide and once again she looked wildly around. They were in Arcana were they not? Finally her ever famous blush tinged her already pink cheeks. Was Captain Hector not of Arcana? Was he here? She was a mess. Maybe he wouldn’t notice, or better yet, the two would never cross paths, at the very least, not while she was in such a state.
Drink up.
When not enrolled in the mundane goings on of a barony in rapid development or the machinations of the court, Elias of Stravos lived by a few simple rules. The first was to get women drunk enough to lose their inhibitions, but not so drunk as to make him do all the work. The second was that the first rule didn't apply to Marietta because... gross. And the third was to always seize the moment as it came. So, when the day of the young princess' birthday arrived, it was Elias' personal mission to get Marietta there and made sure she enjoyed herself. It was his prerogative to get her plastered, then when the time for him to have his fun came, he'd abandon her over to her other friend, Sofia. All, of course, so the Stravos could have at it with the friends of the princess. It was quite the occasion, of course, and the royalty and nobility alike would be all-too-willing to fall at his feet.
It was something Elias was used to, and was always just wary enough of, but at a party? He was all too willing to get drunk and enjoy himself on the Xanthos' dime. But, before that, he needed to loosen Marietta up. He'd tipped the glass up each time she tried to pull it down, intent on having her finish only to so graciously serve her another. It was the only way to get her to attend, because the shy and socially inept Marietta suffered greatly in large groups. Of course, he put it upon himself to relieve her of those inhibitions. Then, he was eager to let her loose, once the carriage ride was over. She whined and whined about something or other, the feeling of being drunk, while not wholly new to her, was clearly something she lacked the fortitude to properly deal with.
"It's good for you, Etta. You'll have a ball," he assured her as they went about and arrived just in time to be fashionably late to the festivities. Marietta had made herself off to be quite lovely, out of the three of them, it was the Headlord of Stravos, as always, that stole the show. He was draped in the colours of his family, from the crimson that draped his form in rich linens. The fibulae at his shoulder was crafted from exquisite gold, formed in the shape of the anchor that formed the Stravos insignia. A sash kept the chiton strapped firmly to his waist, kept tight against his immaculately beautiful form. He chuckled as he listened to the moans and groans coming from Marietta. She'd let some foolishness during the storm result in her injury, but the wine would do well enough to dull the pain.
Then, Marietta spoke and it was all he could do to keep himself from laughing. She suggested this? Shy, withdrawn Marietta of Antonis wanted to go wish the princess a happy birthday? Elias, for one, didn't care to do any of that. Emilia was never someone the Headlord had taken any kind of interest in, and moreover, being too nice to the Xanthos princesses was proving to be a waste of his time. After all, he'd saved the elder sister's life and all she had to say about it was 'why are you here?' Truly, it wore on his patience and he wanted little more to do with anyone bearing the bloodline of Xanthos until it was time for their rule to end and for his to begin.
"You and Sofia could go wish the princesses well, if you'd like. I'd prefer to have my look around."
Elias, unlike Marietta or perhaps even Sofia, hadn't wet his beak just enough yet. After all, the wines let out at a party were far better than the swill he'd taken in at Archontiko Antonis.
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Drink up.
When not enrolled in the mundane goings on of a barony in rapid development or the machinations of the court, Elias of Stravos lived by a few simple rules. The first was to get women drunk enough to lose their inhibitions, but not so drunk as to make him do all the work. The second was that the first rule didn't apply to Marietta because... gross. And the third was to always seize the moment as it came. So, when the day of the young princess' birthday arrived, it was Elias' personal mission to get Marietta there and made sure she enjoyed herself. It was his prerogative to get her plastered, then when the time for him to have his fun came, he'd abandon her over to her other friend, Sofia. All, of course, so the Stravos could have at it with the friends of the princess. It was quite the occasion, of course, and the royalty and nobility alike would be all-too-willing to fall at his feet.
It was something Elias was used to, and was always just wary enough of, but at a party? He was all too willing to get drunk and enjoy himself on the Xanthos' dime. But, before that, he needed to loosen Marietta up. He'd tipped the glass up each time she tried to pull it down, intent on having her finish only to so graciously serve her another. It was the only way to get her to attend, because the shy and socially inept Marietta suffered greatly in large groups. Of course, he put it upon himself to relieve her of those inhibitions. Then, he was eager to let her loose, once the carriage ride was over. She whined and whined about something or other, the feeling of being drunk, while not wholly new to her, was clearly something she lacked the fortitude to properly deal with.
"It's good for you, Etta. You'll have a ball," he assured her as they went about and arrived just in time to be fashionably late to the festivities. Marietta had made herself off to be quite lovely, out of the three of them, it was the Headlord of Stravos, as always, that stole the show. He was draped in the colours of his family, from the crimson that draped his form in rich linens. The fibulae at his shoulder was crafted from exquisite gold, formed in the shape of the anchor that formed the Stravos insignia. A sash kept the chiton strapped firmly to his waist, kept tight against his immaculately beautiful form. He chuckled as he listened to the moans and groans coming from Marietta. She'd let some foolishness during the storm result in her injury, but the wine would do well enough to dull the pain.
Then, Marietta spoke and it was all he could do to keep himself from laughing. She suggested this? Shy, withdrawn Marietta of Antonis wanted to go wish the princess a happy birthday? Elias, for one, didn't care to do any of that. Emilia was never someone the Headlord had taken any kind of interest in, and moreover, being too nice to the Xanthos princesses was proving to be a waste of his time. After all, he'd saved the elder sister's life and all she had to say about it was 'why are you here?' Truly, it wore on his patience and he wanted little more to do with anyone bearing the bloodline of Xanthos until it was time for their rule to end and for his to begin.
"You and Sofia could go wish the princesses well, if you'd like. I'd prefer to have my look around."
Elias, unlike Marietta or perhaps even Sofia, hadn't wet his beak just enough yet. After all, the wines let out at a party were far better than the swill he'd taken in at Archontiko Antonis.
Drink up.
When not enrolled in the mundane goings on of a barony in rapid development or the machinations of the court, Elias of Stravos lived by a few simple rules. The first was to get women drunk enough to lose their inhibitions, but not so drunk as to make him do all the work. The second was that the first rule didn't apply to Marietta because... gross. And the third was to always seize the moment as it came. So, when the day of the young princess' birthday arrived, it was Elias' personal mission to get Marietta there and made sure she enjoyed herself. It was his prerogative to get her plastered, then when the time for him to have his fun came, he'd abandon her over to her other friend, Sofia. All, of course, so the Stravos could have at it with the friends of the princess. It was quite the occasion, of course, and the royalty and nobility alike would be all-too-willing to fall at his feet.
It was something Elias was used to, and was always just wary enough of, but at a party? He was all too willing to get drunk and enjoy himself on the Xanthos' dime. But, before that, he needed to loosen Marietta up. He'd tipped the glass up each time she tried to pull it down, intent on having her finish only to so graciously serve her another. It was the only way to get her to attend, because the shy and socially inept Marietta suffered greatly in large groups. Of course, he put it upon himself to relieve her of those inhibitions. Then, he was eager to let her loose, once the carriage ride was over. She whined and whined about something or other, the feeling of being drunk, while not wholly new to her, was clearly something she lacked the fortitude to properly deal with.
"It's good for you, Etta. You'll have a ball," he assured her as they went about and arrived just in time to be fashionably late to the festivities. Marietta had made herself off to be quite lovely, out of the three of them, it was the Headlord of Stravos, as always, that stole the show. He was draped in the colours of his family, from the crimson that draped his form in rich linens. The fibulae at his shoulder was crafted from exquisite gold, formed in the shape of the anchor that formed the Stravos insignia. A sash kept the chiton strapped firmly to his waist, kept tight against his immaculately beautiful form. He chuckled as he listened to the moans and groans coming from Marietta. She'd let some foolishness during the storm result in her injury, but the wine would do well enough to dull the pain.
Then, Marietta spoke and it was all he could do to keep himself from laughing. She suggested this? Shy, withdrawn Marietta of Antonis wanted to go wish the princess a happy birthday? Elias, for one, didn't care to do any of that. Emilia was never someone the Headlord had taken any kind of interest in, and moreover, being too nice to the Xanthos princesses was proving to be a waste of his time. After all, he'd saved the elder sister's life and all she had to say about it was 'why are you here?' Truly, it wore on his patience and he wanted little more to do with anyone bearing the bloodline of Xanthos until it was time for their rule to end and for his to begin.
"You and Sofia could go wish the princesses well, if you'd like. I'd prefer to have my look around."
Elias, unlike Marietta or perhaps even Sofia, hadn't wet his beak just enough yet. After all, the wines let out at a party were far better than the swill he'd taken in at Archontiko Antonis.
It was her birthday!
While other's wanted her to be low key, and even a tutor had once told Emilia to have some decorum when it came to celebrations, it was nearly impossible to contain that energy that threathened to overflow from the young fifteen year old princess. Or almost fifteen. Technically when the sun rose that morning, she was already fifteen, right? She didn't want to still be fourteen. Being fourteen was such a drag, but fifteen... fifteen sounded like she was a grown up already! Not that she hadn't already started attending court sessions and enjoy the gowns and glamor, but she was now older!
The first one up that morning, the servants had been a mixed of amused by Emilia's exuberent joy that morning, or irritated at how early the young brunette had woken them up. But not a single second must be wasted! She already prepped the most beautiful seafoam dress that she had layered in two, and then had the material trimmed in gold threads. The first layer waound around her body, before it went a second round just above the knees. The gold edge made the layers seem obvious, and the servants fastened the soft silk over her shoulders with matching gold swan-wing fibulae's, before draping some of the remaining shimmering cloth down her left shoulder. The whole material was then chinched together with a gold woven rope belt which was tied, and the tassles left hanging by her side.
As she was getting dressed, the rest of the slaves worked on her hair, ensuring the brunette locks were curled to perfection, left around her shoulders to match her bronzed skin. Emilia had chosen one of her most elaborate circlets, the ivy leaf one wrought in gold, which had a single tear-shaped diamond that hung right in the middle of her forehead. Her upper arms had one bangle each around its middle, while her wrists were adorned with matching bracelets which were embedded with the finest Colchian rubies she had specially requested to be brought over.
A fine dust of kohl and powder was brushed upon her cheeks, before she finally slipped her feet into a pair of gold woven slippers, and grinned as she made her way out to her sister's room.
Thankful that their family home was nowhere near as large as the palati in Athenia, Emilia eagerly knocked on the door, and popped her head in before anyone within could even answer. The excitement and preppy cheer mixed with impatience was clear in her voice as she called out cheerfully. "Sissy! Are you ready?" She could hear the guests arriving, and the drink and food had long since been laid out for everyone. She couldn't wait to join them! She had even heard one of her slaves whispering that someone had imported Condos wine over, and Emilia was eager to get a taste.
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It was her birthday!
While other's wanted her to be low key, and even a tutor had once told Emilia to have some decorum when it came to celebrations, it was nearly impossible to contain that energy that threathened to overflow from the young fifteen year old princess. Or almost fifteen. Technically when the sun rose that morning, she was already fifteen, right? She didn't want to still be fourteen. Being fourteen was such a drag, but fifteen... fifteen sounded like she was a grown up already! Not that she hadn't already started attending court sessions and enjoy the gowns and glamor, but she was now older!
The first one up that morning, the servants had been a mixed of amused by Emilia's exuberent joy that morning, or irritated at how early the young brunette had woken them up. But not a single second must be wasted! She already prepped the most beautiful seafoam dress that she had layered in two, and then had the material trimmed in gold threads. The first layer waound around her body, before it went a second round just above the knees. The gold edge made the layers seem obvious, and the servants fastened the soft silk over her shoulders with matching gold swan-wing fibulae's, before draping some of the remaining shimmering cloth down her left shoulder. The whole material was then chinched together with a gold woven rope belt which was tied, and the tassles left hanging by her side.
As she was getting dressed, the rest of the slaves worked on her hair, ensuring the brunette locks were curled to perfection, left around her shoulders to match her bronzed skin. Emilia had chosen one of her most elaborate circlets, the ivy leaf one wrought in gold, which had a single tear-shaped diamond that hung right in the middle of her forehead. Her upper arms had one bangle each around its middle, while her wrists were adorned with matching bracelets which were embedded with the finest Colchian rubies she had specially requested to be brought over.
A fine dust of kohl and powder was brushed upon her cheeks, before she finally slipped her feet into a pair of gold woven slippers, and grinned as she made her way out to her sister's room.
Thankful that their family home was nowhere near as large as the palati in Athenia, Emilia eagerly knocked on the door, and popped her head in before anyone within could even answer. The excitement and preppy cheer mixed with impatience was clear in her voice as she called out cheerfully. "Sissy! Are you ready?" She could hear the guests arriving, and the drink and food had long since been laid out for everyone. She couldn't wait to join them! She had even heard one of her slaves whispering that someone had imported Condos wine over, and Emilia was eager to get a taste.
It was her birthday!
While other's wanted her to be low key, and even a tutor had once told Emilia to have some decorum when it came to celebrations, it was nearly impossible to contain that energy that threathened to overflow from the young fifteen year old princess. Or almost fifteen. Technically when the sun rose that morning, she was already fifteen, right? She didn't want to still be fourteen. Being fourteen was such a drag, but fifteen... fifteen sounded like she was a grown up already! Not that she hadn't already started attending court sessions and enjoy the gowns and glamor, but she was now older!
The first one up that morning, the servants had been a mixed of amused by Emilia's exuberent joy that morning, or irritated at how early the young brunette had woken them up. But not a single second must be wasted! She already prepped the most beautiful seafoam dress that she had layered in two, and then had the material trimmed in gold threads. The first layer waound around her body, before it went a second round just above the knees. The gold edge made the layers seem obvious, and the servants fastened the soft silk over her shoulders with matching gold swan-wing fibulae's, before draping some of the remaining shimmering cloth down her left shoulder. The whole material was then chinched together with a gold woven rope belt which was tied, and the tassles left hanging by her side.
As she was getting dressed, the rest of the slaves worked on her hair, ensuring the brunette locks were curled to perfection, left around her shoulders to match her bronzed skin. Emilia had chosen one of her most elaborate circlets, the ivy leaf one wrought in gold, which had a single tear-shaped diamond that hung right in the middle of her forehead. Her upper arms had one bangle each around its middle, while her wrists were adorned with matching bracelets which were embedded with the finest Colchian rubies she had specially requested to be brought over.
A fine dust of kohl and powder was brushed upon her cheeks, before she finally slipped her feet into a pair of gold woven slippers, and grinned as she made her way out to her sister's room.
Thankful that their family home was nowhere near as large as the palati in Athenia, Emilia eagerly knocked on the door, and popped her head in before anyone within could even answer. The excitement and preppy cheer mixed with impatience was clear in her voice as she called out cheerfully. "Sissy! Are you ready?" She could hear the guests arriving, and the drink and food had long since been laid out for everyone. She couldn't wait to join them! She had even heard one of her slaves whispering that someone had imported Condos wine over, and Emilia was eager to get a taste.
Sofia was glowing. Wine, lavender, and the potential to flirt and laugh the night away brought a sparkle to her eyes. With Elias’s help, convincing Marietta to indulge had been easier than usual, requiring only a few pleading glances and wry smiles. Sofia might not approve of his oft-extravagant behavior, but tonight they shared a common goal. One glance at her Antonis friend told her their mission was quite nearly accomplished. Draped in forest green fabric reserved for special occasions, she felt prepared for anything. Well, she would be if the world would slow its spinning just a bit.
This was a night to smile, to dance, to make memories. Reaching out, she snatched a small sprig of lavender, holding it to her nose with a giggle. “This is lovely,” Sofia sighed wistfully, taking in the scent. She tended to float whilst drunk, living in each tiny moment and weaving them into the best possible memory. The garden felt magical, swirling with colors and scents and merriment. “No, no,” she murmured absently, slightly blurred eyes focused on a beautiful, unknown face across the venue. “We wouldn’t want to offend the Princesses, Marietta.” That wouldn’t make a happy memory. No, letting Marietta loose near either of the princesses in her giggling state would be unfortunate, to say the least. “Perhaps later?” She eyed Elias, hoping her meaning came across. He was already edging away, seemingly already wanting to leave her alone with the very drunk Marietta. She would let him have his fun, of course, but he was sorely mistaken if he thought she would be on watch duty all evening by herself. No matter that he had far more power than her; Sofia’s hazy mind was convinced that she should be allowed to float free of her friend for a time, too. Not that she did not love Marietta, but it would be awfully hard to flirt with another beautiful, giggling noblewoman beside her.
Tucking the lavender sprig into her elaborately braided hair, Sofia fiddled absent-mindedly with her silver necklace. Even on a night of potential debauchery she wore it, her mother’s spirit giving her an aura of calm and comfort. Grasping her Marietta’s arm, she guided her a few steps deeper into the lavishly decorated gardens. “Are you leaving us so soon, Lord Elias?” she called over her shoulder, smiling sweetly even as one brow arched. She was resigned to taking the first shift.
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Sofia was glowing. Wine, lavender, and the potential to flirt and laugh the night away brought a sparkle to her eyes. With Elias’s help, convincing Marietta to indulge had been easier than usual, requiring only a few pleading glances and wry smiles. Sofia might not approve of his oft-extravagant behavior, but tonight they shared a common goal. One glance at her Antonis friend told her their mission was quite nearly accomplished. Draped in forest green fabric reserved for special occasions, she felt prepared for anything. Well, she would be if the world would slow its spinning just a bit.
This was a night to smile, to dance, to make memories. Reaching out, she snatched a small sprig of lavender, holding it to her nose with a giggle. “This is lovely,” Sofia sighed wistfully, taking in the scent. She tended to float whilst drunk, living in each tiny moment and weaving them into the best possible memory. The garden felt magical, swirling with colors and scents and merriment. “No, no,” she murmured absently, slightly blurred eyes focused on a beautiful, unknown face across the venue. “We wouldn’t want to offend the Princesses, Marietta.” That wouldn’t make a happy memory. No, letting Marietta loose near either of the princesses in her giggling state would be unfortunate, to say the least. “Perhaps later?” She eyed Elias, hoping her meaning came across. He was already edging away, seemingly already wanting to leave her alone with the very drunk Marietta. She would let him have his fun, of course, but he was sorely mistaken if he thought she would be on watch duty all evening by herself. No matter that he had far more power than her; Sofia’s hazy mind was convinced that she should be allowed to float free of her friend for a time, too. Not that she did not love Marietta, but it would be awfully hard to flirt with another beautiful, giggling noblewoman beside her.
Tucking the lavender sprig into her elaborately braided hair, Sofia fiddled absent-mindedly with her silver necklace. Even on a night of potential debauchery she wore it, her mother’s spirit giving her an aura of calm and comfort. Grasping her Marietta’s arm, she guided her a few steps deeper into the lavishly decorated gardens. “Are you leaving us so soon, Lord Elias?” she called over her shoulder, smiling sweetly even as one brow arched. She was resigned to taking the first shift.
Sofia was glowing. Wine, lavender, and the potential to flirt and laugh the night away brought a sparkle to her eyes. With Elias’s help, convincing Marietta to indulge had been easier than usual, requiring only a few pleading glances and wry smiles. Sofia might not approve of his oft-extravagant behavior, but tonight they shared a common goal. One glance at her Antonis friend told her their mission was quite nearly accomplished. Draped in forest green fabric reserved for special occasions, she felt prepared for anything. Well, she would be if the world would slow its spinning just a bit.
This was a night to smile, to dance, to make memories. Reaching out, she snatched a small sprig of lavender, holding it to her nose with a giggle. “This is lovely,” Sofia sighed wistfully, taking in the scent. She tended to float whilst drunk, living in each tiny moment and weaving them into the best possible memory. The garden felt magical, swirling with colors and scents and merriment. “No, no,” she murmured absently, slightly blurred eyes focused on a beautiful, unknown face across the venue. “We wouldn’t want to offend the Princesses, Marietta.” That wouldn’t make a happy memory. No, letting Marietta loose near either of the princesses in her giggling state would be unfortunate, to say the least. “Perhaps later?” She eyed Elias, hoping her meaning came across. He was already edging away, seemingly already wanting to leave her alone with the very drunk Marietta. She would let him have his fun, of course, but he was sorely mistaken if he thought she would be on watch duty all evening by herself. No matter that he had far more power than her; Sofia’s hazy mind was convinced that she should be allowed to float free of her friend for a time, too. Not that she did not love Marietta, but it would be awfully hard to flirt with another beautiful, giggling noblewoman beside her.
Tucking the lavender sprig into her elaborately braided hair, Sofia fiddled absent-mindedly with her silver necklace. Even on a night of potential debauchery she wore it, her mother’s spirit giving her an aura of calm and comfort. Grasping her Marietta’s arm, she guided her a few steps deeper into the lavishly decorated gardens. “Are you leaving us so soon, Lord Elias?” she called over her shoulder, smiling sweetly even as one brow arched. She was resigned to taking the first shift.
Marietta was sure right now that if you cut her instead of blood, wine would seep out from the wound. Her mind was like a boat rocking back and forth in a sea of inebriation. She wouldn’t admit out loud to being drunk. No, no, she knew her limit, of course! She was perfectly fine and should consider stopping. She was still a proper lady. The most proper of her friends, always polite while they were not.
But the one who was being improper was, of course, Elias. Whack! Marietta hit him lightly on the shoulder, “It’s her birthday, Eli!” Marietta said, delivering another smack in quick succession to the first one. “You be polite! She invited us here. We have to be nice!” Whack!
Before a fourth smack could be delivered, Sofia started pulling her away into the venue. Marietta stumbled along with her friend, grey eyes swimming back and forth. The navy peplos swished to and fro in the gentle summer’s breeze. Her gold necklace clinked with each swaying step, and the matching arm bracelet, one that was bespeckled with diamonds, pressed even tighter by her friend’s grasp. Marietta, for being as completely sloshed as she was, looked very well put together. Even her hair was styled with the utmost care. It was only slightly up so that her curls natural and gently fell so that it just grazed her back. She pinned loose gems to her locks, something she adored doing, to add a bit of color and wealth to finish her attire.
Marietta gently wrinkled her nose to her friend. “You’re not tricking me are you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. “You need to be polite too! Everyone needs to be polite. It’s a birthday! You wouldn’t want to be ignored on your birthday would you?” Being ignored was always sad. Marietta knew this well from experience. But being ignored on your birthday must be heartbreaking! It was the one day a year that it was truly about you! This party would not be happening if it was not for the birth of the Princess.
The young woman’s head swayed back when she heard Sofia’s question. “Eli, no!” Marietta pouted, breaking away from Sofia. “You brought me here, now you’re stuck with me! You reap what you sow! No esca- Ooh, wine.”
Marietta instantly forgot what she was saying when she noticed goblets of wine around the party. Throwing her previous statement about no more wine out, she wandered towards the drink. While limping, she no longer felt the aching pain that came with walking. Her feet felt numb, along with the rest of her body. Marietta eagerly held the goblet in her hand, tasting the sweet nectar as it ran past her tongue. It was good, great even. Her tastebuds lit up like flames, embers sparking from them with each sip. And as the wine slid down her throat, Marietta’s mind went further and further into a fog. This would be a night that she will likely forget, that was for sure.
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Marietta was sure right now that if you cut her instead of blood, wine would seep out from the wound. Her mind was like a boat rocking back and forth in a sea of inebriation. She wouldn’t admit out loud to being drunk. No, no, she knew her limit, of course! She was perfectly fine and should consider stopping. She was still a proper lady. The most proper of her friends, always polite while they were not.
But the one who was being improper was, of course, Elias. Whack! Marietta hit him lightly on the shoulder, “It’s her birthday, Eli!” Marietta said, delivering another smack in quick succession to the first one. “You be polite! She invited us here. We have to be nice!” Whack!
Before a fourth smack could be delivered, Sofia started pulling her away into the venue. Marietta stumbled along with her friend, grey eyes swimming back and forth. The navy peplos swished to and fro in the gentle summer’s breeze. Her gold necklace clinked with each swaying step, and the matching arm bracelet, one that was bespeckled with diamonds, pressed even tighter by her friend’s grasp. Marietta, for being as completely sloshed as she was, looked very well put together. Even her hair was styled with the utmost care. It was only slightly up so that her curls natural and gently fell so that it just grazed her back. She pinned loose gems to her locks, something she adored doing, to add a bit of color and wealth to finish her attire.
Marietta gently wrinkled her nose to her friend. “You’re not tricking me are you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. “You need to be polite too! Everyone needs to be polite. It’s a birthday! You wouldn’t want to be ignored on your birthday would you?” Being ignored was always sad. Marietta knew this well from experience. But being ignored on your birthday must be heartbreaking! It was the one day a year that it was truly about you! This party would not be happening if it was not for the birth of the Princess.
The young woman’s head swayed back when she heard Sofia’s question. “Eli, no!” Marietta pouted, breaking away from Sofia. “You brought me here, now you’re stuck with me! You reap what you sow! No esca- Ooh, wine.”
Marietta instantly forgot what she was saying when she noticed goblets of wine around the party. Throwing her previous statement about no more wine out, she wandered towards the drink. While limping, she no longer felt the aching pain that came with walking. Her feet felt numb, along with the rest of her body. Marietta eagerly held the goblet in her hand, tasting the sweet nectar as it ran past her tongue. It was good, great even. Her tastebuds lit up like flames, embers sparking from them with each sip. And as the wine slid down her throat, Marietta’s mind went further and further into a fog. This would be a night that she will likely forget, that was for sure.
Marietta was sure right now that if you cut her instead of blood, wine would seep out from the wound. Her mind was like a boat rocking back and forth in a sea of inebriation. She wouldn’t admit out loud to being drunk. No, no, she knew her limit, of course! She was perfectly fine and should consider stopping. She was still a proper lady. The most proper of her friends, always polite while they were not.
But the one who was being improper was, of course, Elias. Whack! Marietta hit him lightly on the shoulder, “It’s her birthday, Eli!” Marietta said, delivering another smack in quick succession to the first one. “You be polite! She invited us here. We have to be nice!” Whack!
Before a fourth smack could be delivered, Sofia started pulling her away into the venue. Marietta stumbled along with her friend, grey eyes swimming back and forth. The navy peplos swished to and fro in the gentle summer’s breeze. Her gold necklace clinked with each swaying step, and the matching arm bracelet, one that was bespeckled with diamonds, pressed even tighter by her friend’s grasp. Marietta, for being as completely sloshed as she was, looked very well put together. Even her hair was styled with the utmost care. It was only slightly up so that her curls natural and gently fell so that it just grazed her back. She pinned loose gems to her locks, something she adored doing, to add a bit of color and wealth to finish her attire.
Marietta gently wrinkled her nose to her friend. “You’re not tricking me are you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. “You need to be polite too! Everyone needs to be polite. It’s a birthday! You wouldn’t want to be ignored on your birthday would you?” Being ignored was always sad. Marietta knew this well from experience. But being ignored on your birthday must be heartbreaking! It was the one day a year that it was truly about you! This party would not be happening if it was not for the birth of the Princess.
The young woman’s head swayed back when she heard Sofia’s question. “Eli, no!” Marietta pouted, breaking away from Sofia. “You brought me here, now you’re stuck with me! You reap what you sow! No esca- Ooh, wine.”
Marietta instantly forgot what she was saying when she noticed goblets of wine around the party. Throwing her previous statement about no more wine out, she wandered towards the drink. While limping, she no longer felt the aching pain that came with walking. Her feet felt numb, along with the rest of her body. Marietta eagerly held the goblet in her hand, tasting the sweet nectar as it ran past her tongue. It was good, great even. Her tastebuds lit up like flames, embers sparking from them with each sip. And as the wine slid down her throat, Marietta’s mind went further and further into a fog. This would be a night that she will likely forget, that was for sure.
It was the sight of the Stravos carriage that made Iris wish she had not chosen to attend. It was difficult to refuse her friend, however, especially with their friendship being so clean and new and without blemish. It seemed as if Iris often left her friendships stained with some sort of sting, but her lovers with moreso. Then again, she'd only taken a single true lover in her life. While she had a desire for another, she hadn't let herself welcome Aimias to her arms. She'd been a coward then, and she had been a coward when it came to Lord Elias. She knew what his carriage looked like and it was enough to set a heavy stone into the pit of her stomach.
Was she really ready, despite a year and a half passing between now and the breaking of their relationship, to endure gossip and possible humiliation by a jilted party? What friends would be flanking him this time? What words would she hear in passing that she would be unable to unhear in the coming months or years?
Iris was almost prepared to tell her carriage to turn back toward Aetaea and leave the celebrating royals to themselves. But her gift, wrapped in a soft silk for the youngest Xanthos princess would then go to waste. Iris had been rather proud of the gift that she had picked out for Princess Emilia and she was intent on presenting it herself when the time came. Besides, her father watched her from across the valley between them with a knowing look in his eye. "You can't escape every courtly function, least especially the birthday of a princess," Takis said soothingly, reaching forward for the gift that Iris held in her lap. "Come on, Rissy," he said delicately, motioning her out of the stationary carriage.
She didn't hesitate after that, slipping out of her carriage and onto stable ground. She wore a gown of soft grey, like a clouded sky, accented with silver fibulae in the crest of her house. Around her waist was a darker grey sash and himation. Her sandals were soft and comfortable, though no less fine. Her dark curls were braided up into a delicate coronet that was standard to her province, little whisps of her hair framing her face. Weaved into the style were little white blooms from the wildflower fields of Aetaea, freshly picked that morning when Acantha had been preparing her for the event. Turning slowly, Iris reached her hand out to help her father from the carriage, watching him lean heavily on his walking stick while holding dearly to their shared gift for Princess Emilia.
Takis took the lead, handing Iris the carefully wrapped box and then taking her arm in the proper manner that was a father escorting his young daughter into a formal event. The two of them took the beautifully manicured path toward the gardens at the back of Kalospiti Lefko, not really speaking but saying enough with the silence between them that gave them both the support they needed. Iris in her confidence and her father in his health. "Will you seek out the King, father?" she asked after a while, glancing toward Takis with a question that she already knew the answer to. Lord Takis nodded and smiled at his daughter, noting quietly that he was so transparent.
Once parted, Iris found herself trailing right toward the table of wine. Her gaze wandered the guests that were already gathering, and as soon as she had spotted Elias, she'd made it her mission to avoid him. But she hadn't thought to avoid coming face to face with Lady Marietta of Antonis. Pausing beside the woman as she reached for her cup, she reminded herself to act naturally and took her cup anyway, glancing toward Lady Marietta. A slow nod in her direction was the first moment of interaction. "Lady Marietta," Iris greeted carefully, and then she turned away to potentially throw herself into some other conversations that were not this one.
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It was the sight of the Stravos carriage that made Iris wish she had not chosen to attend. It was difficult to refuse her friend, however, especially with their friendship being so clean and new and without blemish. It seemed as if Iris often left her friendships stained with some sort of sting, but her lovers with moreso. Then again, she'd only taken a single true lover in her life. While she had a desire for another, she hadn't let herself welcome Aimias to her arms. She'd been a coward then, and she had been a coward when it came to Lord Elias. She knew what his carriage looked like and it was enough to set a heavy stone into the pit of her stomach.
Was she really ready, despite a year and a half passing between now and the breaking of their relationship, to endure gossip and possible humiliation by a jilted party? What friends would be flanking him this time? What words would she hear in passing that she would be unable to unhear in the coming months or years?
Iris was almost prepared to tell her carriage to turn back toward Aetaea and leave the celebrating royals to themselves. But her gift, wrapped in a soft silk for the youngest Xanthos princess would then go to waste. Iris had been rather proud of the gift that she had picked out for Princess Emilia and she was intent on presenting it herself when the time came. Besides, her father watched her from across the valley between them with a knowing look in his eye. "You can't escape every courtly function, least especially the birthday of a princess," Takis said soothingly, reaching forward for the gift that Iris held in her lap. "Come on, Rissy," he said delicately, motioning her out of the stationary carriage.
She didn't hesitate after that, slipping out of her carriage and onto stable ground. She wore a gown of soft grey, like a clouded sky, accented with silver fibulae in the crest of her house. Around her waist was a darker grey sash and himation. Her sandals were soft and comfortable, though no less fine. Her dark curls were braided up into a delicate coronet that was standard to her province, little whisps of her hair framing her face. Weaved into the style were little white blooms from the wildflower fields of Aetaea, freshly picked that morning when Acantha had been preparing her for the event. Turning slowly, Iris reached her hand out to help her father from the carriage, watching him lean heavily on his walking stick while holding dearly to their shared gift for Princess Emilia.
Takis took the lead, handing Iris the carefully wrapped box and then taking her arm in the proper manner that was a father escorting his young daughter into a formal event. The two of them took the beautifully manicured path toward the gardens at the back of Kalospiti Lefko, not really speaking but saying enough with the silence between them that gave them both the support they needed. Iris in her confidence and her father in his health. "Will you seek out the King, father?" she asked after a while, glancing toward Takis with a question that she already knew the answer to. Lord Takis nodded and smiled at his daughter, noting quietly that he was so transparent.
Once parted, Iris found herself trailing right toward the table of wine. Her gaze wandered the guests that were already gathering, and as soon as she had spotted Elias, she'd made it her mission to avoid him. But she hadn't thought to avoid coming face to face with Lady Marietta of Antonis. Pausing beside the woman as she reached for her cup, she reminded herself to act naturally and took her cup anyway, glancing toward Lady Marietta. A slow nod in her direction was the first moment of interaction. "Lady Marietta," Iris greeted carefully, and then she turned away to potentially throw herself into some other conversations that were not this one.
It was the sight of the Stravos carriage that made Iris wish she had not chosen to attend. It was difficult to refuse her friend, however, especially with their friendship being so clean and new and without blemish. It seemed as if Iris often left her friendships stained with some sort of sting, but her lovers with moreso. Then again, she'd only taken a single true lover in her life. While she had a desire for another, she hadn't let herself welcome Aimias to her arms. She'd been a coward then, and she had been a coward when it came to Lord Elias. She knew what his carriage looked like and it was enough to set a heavy stone into the pit of her stomach.
Was she really ready, despite a year and a half passing between now and the breaking of their relationship, to endure gossip and possible humiliation by a jilted party? What friends would be flanking him this time? What words would she hear in passing that she would be unable to unhear in the coming months or years?
Iris was almost prepared to tell her carriage to turn back toward Aetaea and leave the celebrating royals to themselves. But her gift, wrapped in a soft silk for the youngest Xanthos princess would then go to waste. Iris had been rather proud of the gift that she had picked out for Princess Emilia and she was intent on presenting it herself when the time came. Besides, her father watched her from across the valley between them with a knowing look in his eye. "You can't escape every courtly function, least especially the birthday of a princess," Takis said soothingly, reaching forward for the gift that Iris held in her lap. "Come on, Rissy," he said delicately, motioning her out of the stationary carriage.
She didn't hesitate after that, slipping out of her carriage and onto stable ground. She wore a gown of soft grey, like a clouded sky, accented with silver fibulae in the crest of her house. Around her waist was a darker grey sash and himation. Her sandals were soft and comfortable, though no less fine. Her dark curls were braided up into a delicate coronet that was standard to her province, little whisps of her hair framing her face. Weaved into the style were little white blooms from the wildflower fields of Aetaea, freshly picked that morning when Acantha had been preparing her for the event. Turning slowly, Iris reached her hand out to help her father from the carriage, watching him lean heavily on his walking stick while holding dearly to their shared gift for Princess Emilia.
Takis took the lead, handing Iris the carefully wrapped box and then taking her arm in the proper manner that was a father escorting his young daughter into a formal event. The two of them took the beautifully manicured path toward the gardens at the back of Kalospiti Lefko, not really speaking but saying enough with the silence between them that gave them both the support they needed. Iris in her confidence and her father in his health. "Will you seek out the King, father?" she asked after a while, glancing toward Takis with a question that she already knew the answer to. Lord Takis nodded and smiled at his daughter, noting quietly that he was so transparent.
Once parted, Iris found herself trailing right toward the table of wine. Her gaze wandered the guests that were already gathering, and as soon as she had spotted Elias, she'd made it her mission to avoid him. But she hadn't thought to avoid coming face to face with Lady Marietta of Antonis. Pausing beside the woman as she reached for her cup, she reminded herself to act naturally and took her cup anyway, glancing toward Lady Marietta. A slow nod in her direction was the first moment of interaction. "Lady Marietta," Iris greeted carefully, and then she turned away to potentially throw herself into some other conversations that were not this one.
Persephone was feeling surprisingly emotional on the day of her sister's fifteenth. Far more so, likely, that the birthday girl herself. Where Emilia was excitable and joyful and eager for celebrations to begin - had been for the last few days whilst Persephone oversaw the preparations - the day had rolled closer with a feeling of dignified melancholy for Persephone. Tinged with a hopeful happiness for Emilia's future it was difficult not to think of Lucille on days such as this. At least for the elder of the two sisters.
Where Emilia had still been young when Lucille had passed and held only sweet and vague memories of the women, to Persephone the late Queen was a tangible being. One whose presence and words and advice and thoughts and everything else that she had been, lingered about her life. It was on days such as this that she felt her most strongly.
For Emilia was becoming a woman.
Unsure whether the morose and quiet weeping in her heart was at the reminder of the loss of her mother or the loss of her role as mother, Persephone was not sure. But at fifteen, Emilia would be legally counted as an adult and she would not require Persephone's guidance and motherhood as she once had. Perhaps the strange disquiet that had settled in her heart was akin to a bird's fear when its offspring left the nest and plunged towards the ground - that momentary terror before its wings opened and they glided on air.
Not that such a feeling of impotence and grief was to be shown on her face today. Not before Emilia and not before their guests. Instead, she would be radiant. Enough of a display to honour her position as first princess of the kingdom and yet not so much as to upstage she whose day it truly was.
Having everything prepared the night previous, it was not difficult for Ariadne to dress and clothe Persephone quickly that morning. The first to be tended to was the gown and a chiton of purest white was produced. Avoiding bright colours and the festive red, Persephone had chosen a gown elegant in its brightness but detracting in its hue. It fell over one shoulder, wrapping close to her body before falling softly to her ankles. A slip cut from hem to hip on one side and a thick belt of folded black kept everything in place at her middle so as to ensure her modesty and define her waist. The fibulae upon her one covered shoulder was of glittering onyx and the she wore similar stones fixed to the lobes of her ears. Her arms bore silver cuffs of swan design and the black, leather straps of her sandals could be seen in the split of her skirts.
Her long ebony hair was mounted upon the crown of her head, set into multiple plaits and then formed into a tight, braided knot. The knot was flanked on either side by laurels pieces in silver.
Leaving her hands and neck bare of adornment, Persephone's eyes were ringed in dark kohl than normal and her features sharpened with careful use of powder. She looked more adult than she might normally for her years but that was the idea. She was the guardian of her sister, introducing her as a woman to all those whom she already knew.
When the knock came at the door, Ariadne was applying the last of the thick liner to Persephone's eyes and she was forced to keep her lids shut. Yet, her lips pulled up into a smile because it was no surprise to her who the visitor was.
"Yes, Emilia." She told her. "I am moments away from being ready. Father is already greeting the guests so we may go down to the gardens as soon as-" It was then that Ariadne lifted the implement she was using upon Persephone's face and stepped back, declaring herself finished, so Persephone changed her sentence with a hint of amusement. "-now."
Turning to look upon her sister and rising to her full height, Persephone stepped forwards with a bright smile and a hand upon Emilia's shoulder. Her gaze travelled the length of her gown with a glow of approval.
"Very pretty." She told her. "And appropriate." She gave a nod with the second compliment. "Come. Let us greet out guests."
And with a light encouragement of fingertips upon her sister's shoulders, Persephone had Emilia spinning around and heading back out the door. They headed down towards the gardens and Persephone was only strict enough to remind Emilia to walk with decorum as they were about to turn the final corner that would send them through the open doors and into the gardens to be witnessed by Athenian courtiers of all types, with eyes of a thousand judgements.
Yet, today was a special occasion... Perhaps the people of Athenia could keep the drama at bay this time and focus on what was important...
Then she spotted the some of the icy looks being exchanged between particular nobles of different Houses...
...or perhaps not.
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Persephone was feeling surprisingly emotional on the day of her sister's fifteenth. Far more so, likely, that the birthday girl herself. Where Emilia was excitable and joyful and eager for celebrations to begin - had been for the last few days whilst Persephone oversaw the preparations - the day had rolled closer with a feeling of dignified melancholy for Persephone. Tinged with a hopeful happiness for Emilia's future it was difficult not to think of Lucille on days such as this. At least for the elder of the two sisters.
Where Emilia had still been young when Lucille had passed and held only sweet and vague memories of the women, to Persephone the late Queen was a tangible being. One whose presence and words and advice and thoughts and everything else that she had been, lingered about her life. It was on days such as this that she felt her most strongly.
For Emilia was becoming a woman.
Unsure whether the morose and quiet weeping in her heart was at the reminder of the loss of her mother or the loss of her role as mother, Persephone was not sure. But at fifteen, Emilia would be legally counted as an adult and she would not require Persephone's guidance and motherhood as she once had. Perhaps the strange disquiet that had settled in her heart was akin to a bird's fear when its offspring left the nest and plunged towards the ground - that momentary terror before its wings opened and they glided on air.
Not that such a feeling of impotence and grief was to be shown on her face today. Not before Emilia and not before their guests. Instead, she would be radiant. Enough of a display to honour her position as first princess of the kingdom and yet not so much as to upstage she whose day it truly was.
Having everything prepared the night previous, it was not difficult for Ariadne to dress and clothe Persephone quickly that morning. The first to be tended to was the gown and a chiton of purest white was produced. Avoiding bright colours and the festive red, Persephone had chosen a gown elegant in its brightness but detracting in its hue. It fell over one shoulder, wrapping close to her body before falling softly to her ankles. A slip cut from hem to hip on one side and a thick belt of folded black kept everything in place at her middle so as to ensure her modesty and define her waist. The fibulae upon her one covered shoulder was of glittering onyx and the she wore similar stones fixed to the lobes of her ears. Her arms bore silver cuffs of swan design and the black, leather straps of her sandals could be seen in the split of her skirts.
Her long ebony hair was mounted upon the crown of her head, set into multiple plaits and then formed into a tight, braided knot. The knot was flanked on either side by laurels pieces in silver.
Leaving her hands and neck bare of adornment, Persephone's eyes were ringed in dark kohl than normal and her features sharpened with careful use of powder. She looked more adult than she might normally for her years but that was the idea. She was the guardian of her sister, introducing her as a woman to all those whom she already knew.
When the knock came at the door, Ariadne was applying the last of the thick liner to Persephone's eyes and she was forced to keep her lids shut. Yet, her lips pulled up into a smile because it was no surprise to her who the visitor was.
"Yes, Emilia." She told her. "I am moments away from being ready. Father is already greeting the guests so we may go down to the gardens as soon as-" It was then that Ariadne lifted the implement she was using upon Persephone's face and stepped back, declaring herself finished, so Persephone changed her sentence with a hint of amusement. "-now."
Turning to look upon her sister and rising to her full height, Persephone stepped forwards with a bright smile and a hand upon Emilia's shoulder. Her gaze travelled the length of her gown with a glow of approval.
"Very pretty." She told her. "And appropriate." She gave a nod with the second compliment. "Come. Let us greet out guests."
And with a light encouragement of fingertips upon her sister's shoulders, Persephone had Emilia spinning around and heading back out the door. They headed down towards the gardens and Persephone was only strict enough to remind Emilia to walk with decorum as they were about to turn the final corner that would send them through the open doors and into the gardens to be witnessed by Athenian courtiers of all types, with eyes of a thousand judgements.
Yet, today was a special occasion... Perhaps the people of Athenia could keep the drama at bay this time and focus on what was important...
Then she spotted the some of the icy looks being exchanged between particular nobles of different Houses...
...or perhaps not.
Persephone was feeling surprisingly emotional on the day of her sister's fifteenth. Far more so, likely, that the birthday girl herself. Where Emilia was excitable and joyful and eager for celebrations to begin - had been for the last few days whilst Persephone oversaw the preparations - the day had rolled closer with a feeling of dignified melancholy for Persephone. Tinged with a hopeful happiness for Emilia's future it was difficult not to think of Lucille on days such as this. At least for the elder of the two sisters.
Where Emilia had still been young when Lucille had passed and held only sweet and vague memories of the women, to Persephone the late Queen was a tangible being. One whose presence and words and advice and thoughts and everything else that she had been, lingered about her life. It was on days such as this that she felt her most strongly.
For Emilia was becoming a woman.
Unsure whether the morose and quiet weeping in her heart was at the reminder of the loss of her mother or the loss of her role as mother, Persephone was not sure. But at fifteen, Emilia would be legally counted as an adult and she would not require Persephone's guidance and motherhood as she once had. Perhaps the strange disquiet that had settled in her heart was akin to a bird's fear when its offspring left the nest and plunged towards the ground - that momentary terror before its wings opened and they glided on air.
Not that such a feeling of impotence and grief was to be shown on her face today. Not before Emilia and not before their guests. Instead, she would be radiant. Enough of a display to honour her position as first princess of the kingdom and yet not so much as to upstage she whose day it truly was.
Having everything prepared the night previous, it was not difficult for Ariadne to dress and clothe Persephone quickly that morning. The first to be tended to was the gown and a chiton of purest white was produced. Avoiding bright colours and the festive red, Persephone had chosen a gown elegant in its brightness but detracting in its hue. It fell over one shoulder, wrapping close to her body before falling softly to her ankles. A slip cut from hem to hip on one side and a thick belt of folded black kept everything in place at her middle so as to ensure her modesty and define her waist. The fibulae upon her one covered shoulder was of glittering onyx and the she wore similar stones fixed to the lobes of her ears. Her arms bore silver cuffs of swan design and the black, leather straps of her sandals could be seen in the split of her skirts.
Her long ebony hair was mounted upon the crown of her head, set into multiple plaits and then formed into a tight, braided knot. The knot was flanked on either side by laurels pieces in silver.
Leaving her hands and neck bare of adornment, Persephone's eyes were ringed in dark kohl than normal and her features sharpened with careful use of powder. She looked more adult than she might normally for her years but that was the idea. She was the guardian of her sister, introducing her as a woman to all those whom she already knew.
When the knock came at the door, Ariadne was applying the last of the thick liner to Persephone's eyes and she was forced to keep her lids shut. Yet, her lips pulled up into a smile because it was no surprise to her who the visitor was.
"Yes, Emilia." She told her. "I am moments away from being ready. Father is already greeting the guests so we may go down to the gardens as soon as-" It was then that Ariadne lifted the implement she was using upon Persephone's face and stepped back, declaring herself finished, so Persephone changed her sentence with a hint of amusement. "-now."
Turning to look upon her sister and rising to her full height, Persephone stepped forwards with a bright smile and a hand upon Emilia's shoulder. Her gaze travelled the length of her gown with a glow of approval.
"Very pretty." She told her. "And appropriate." She gave a nod with the second compliment. "Come. Let us greet out guests."
And with a light encouragement of fingertips upon her sister's shoulders, Persephone had Emilia spinning around and heading back out the door. They headed down towards the gardens and Persephone was only strict enough to remind Emilia to walk with decorum as they were about to turn the final corner that would send them through the open doors and into the gardens to be witnessed by Athenian courtiers of all types, with eyes of a thousand judgements.
Yet, today was a special occasion... Perhaps the people of Athenia could keep the drama at bay this time and focus on what was important...
Then she spotted the some of the icy looks being exchanged between particular nobles of different Houses...
...or perhaps not.
'It's her birthday, Eli!'
Of course it is. It's among the few reasons I'd come to anything related to the Xanthos.
It wasn't a grudge that the Stravos felt for his blood cousins, but a sort of distaste for them nonetheless. He'd been 'close' to his uncle Minas, or as close as one could be to a man who was diametrically opposed to the values Elias was reared with. Perhaps it was bad blood, or simply misunderstanding, but each time he spent time alone with Minas, he felt a conflict in the lessons attempted to be laid upon him. It was only natural that he offer advice, from a king to his only 'heir', but it was... foul. He cautioned Elias to love the people and treat them as his own children, or some absurdism that truly had nothing to do with rule.
But nonetheless, he loved his uncle. The times spent not referring to politics or life outlook were well enough, and he still bore the blood that coursed through his veins. If love was that, then it was what he felt. But, his daughters? The princess Emilia was vapid and meek, very exposure he had to her bringing him more and more to the supposition that she had none of the qualities in a woman that he enjoyed. As for her elder sister? That same distaste he'd felt at the premise of seeing her again waxed, and he would vastly prefer to stay away from her. She was too observant for her own good, and with Elias' intention being to bed one of her friends... well, it didn't do well to put himself on her periphery.
Then... whack! A soft blow to his shoulder alerted him to the world around him. The thoughts of the Xanthos, which had drawn from apprehension to amusement at just how ill he thought of them, evaporating immediately. Then, there was another, and Elias' arm rose as if to guard his shoulder. He sought to catch Marietta's arm,
"Oi what's tha-" but he was cut off by Sofia pulling her away and into the Xanthos family home.
"Of course we have to be nice," he murmured under his breath, snapping at one of his servants to return to the carriage to deliver the gifts he'd acquired for the occasion. Despite the distaste, Elias was a master in the realm of propriety, and it was only fair for his gifts to the princess to be an extension of that understanding. Within, there was a beautiful azure dress fashioned from silks of a far off land. He didn't remember the name and didn't much care, only for the look on the Xanthos' princess' face when it was Elias' gift that astonished the most. Dislike the family, but always draw everyone's attention with his actions. It mattered not who was the recipient so much as he was the sender.
Then, Marietta went on to complain about how he wanted to separate. He didn't need to leave them in the moment at all. The party had just begun, but if Marietta insisted on greeting the Xanthoses in the beginning... Well, she had the unfair advantage of one or two too many drinks to make the affair more palatable. No, Elias preferred to acknowledge them later, when it was time for gift opening and he could slide in to accept the accolade that came with being the giver of the finest gift.
"Then. Come. With. Me," he insisted, grabbing hold of Marietta's wrist just as he laid eyes on a sight that more than even the Xanthos sisters drew ire and bile both from his gullet. The unmistakably exquisite features of one Iris of Argyris reflected from Elias' gaze, and within his chest he felt the unmistakable heat of fire searing within him. How could he all at once feel such dislike and attraction? He'd forgiven Marietta for her part in their separation, but it did nothing to soften the blow from just how... captivating the sight of her was. He took a half-step forward before remembering his place, where he was and the drinks he sought to acquire.
"Sofia, you didn't enjoy the wine in Antonis manor so much, did you? Let's find some here. I'm parched," he said, quite elated to lead them away from the princesses and the notion of greeting. With one final gesture to his slave, he sent her on to deliver the gift, wrapped away from sight for the princess to open with delighted surprise whenever it was time to do so.
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'It's her birthday, Eli!'
Of course it is. It's among the few reasons I'd come to anything related to the Xanthos.
It wasn't a grudge that the Stravos felt for his blood cousins, but a sort of distaste for them nonetheless. He'd been 'close' to his uncle Minas, or as close as one could be to a man who was diametrically opposed to the values Elias was reared with. Perhaps it was bad blood, or simply misunderstanding, but each time he spent time alone with Minas, he felt a conflict in the lessons attempted to be laid upon him. It was only natural that he offer advice, from a king to his only 'heir', but it was... foul. He cautioned Elias to love the people and treat them as his own children, or some absurdism that truly had nothing to do with rule.
But nonetheless, he loved his uncle. The times spent not referring to politics or life outlook were well enough, and he still bore the blood that coursed through his veins. If love was that, then it was what he felt. But, his daughters? The princess Emilia was vapid and meek, very exposure he had to her bringing him more and more to the supposition that she had none of the qualities in a woman that he enjoyed. As for her elder sister? That same distaste he'd felt at the premise of seeing her again waxed, and he would vastly prefer to stay away from her. She was too observant for her own good, and with Elias' intention being to bed one of her friends... well, it didn't do well to put himself on her periphery.
Then... whack! A soft blow to his shoulder alerted him to the world around him. The thoughts of the Xanthos, which had drawn from apprehension to amusement at just how ill he thought of them, evaporating immediately. Then, there was another, and Elias' arm rose as if to guard his shoulder. He sought to catch Marietta's arm,
"Oi what's tha-" but he was cut off by Sofia pulling her away and into the Xanthos family home.
"Of course we have to be nice," he murmured under his breath, snapping at one of his servants to return to the carriage to deliver the gifts he'd acquired for the occasion. Despite the distaste, Elias was a master in the realm of propriety, and it was only fair for his gifts to the princess to be an extension of that understanding. Within, there was a beautiful azure dress fashioned from silks of a far off land. He didn't remember the name and didn't much care, only for the look on the Xanthos' princess' face when it was Elias' gift that astonished the most. Dislike the family, but always draw everyone's attention with his actions. It mattered not who was the recipient so much as he was the sender.
Then, Marietta went on to complain about how he wanted to separate. He didn't need to leave them in the moment at all. The party had just begun, but if Marietta insisted on greeting the Xanthoses in the beginning... Well, she had the unfair advantage of one or two too many drinks to make the affair more palatable. No, Elias preferred to acknowledge them later, when it was time for gift opening and he could slide in to accept the accolade that came with being the giver of the finest gift.
"Then. Come. With. Me," he insisted, grabbing hold of Marietta's wrist just as he laid eyes on a sight that more than even the Xanthos sisters drew ire and bile both from his gullet. The unmistakably exquisite features of one Iris of Argyris reflected from Elias' gaze, and within his chest he felt the unmistakable heat of fire searing within him. How could he all at once feel such dislike and attraction? He'd forgiven Marietta for her part in their separation, but it did nothing to soften the blow from just how... captivating the sight of her was. He took a half-step forward before remembering his place, where he was and the drinks he sought to acquire.
"Sofia, you didn't enjoy the wine in Antonis manor so much, did you? Let's find some here. I'm parched," he said, quite elated to lead them away from the princesses and the notion of greeting. With one final gesture to his slave, he sent her on to deliver the gift, wrapped away from sight for the princess to open with delighted surprise whenever it was time to do so.
'It's her birthday, Eli!'
Of course it is. It's among the few reasons I'd come to anything related to the Xanthos.
It wasn't a grudge that the Stravos felt for his blood cousins, but a sort of distaste for them nonetheless. He'd been 'close' to his uncle Minas, or as close as one could be to a man who was diametrically opposed to the values Elias was reared with. Perhaps it was bad blood, or simply misunderstanding, but each time he spent time alone with Minas, he felt a conflict in the lessons attempted to be laid upon him. It was only natural that he offer advice, from a king to his only 'heir', but it was... foul. He cautioned Elias to love the people and treat them as his own children, or some absurdism that truly had nothing to do with rule.
But nonetheless, he loved his uncle. The times spent not referring to politics or life outlook were well enough, and he still bore the blood that coursed through his veins. If love was that, then it was what he felt. But, his daughters? The princess Emilia was vapid and meek, very exposure he had to her bringing him more and more to the supposition that she had none of the qualities in a woman that he enjoyed. As for her elder sister? That same distaste he'd felt at the premise of seeing her again waxed, and he would vastly prefer to stay away from her. She was too observant for her own good, and with Elias' intention being to bed one of her friends... well, it didn't do well to put himself on her periphery.
Then... whack! A soft blow to his shoulder alerted him to the world around him. The thoughts of the Xanthos, which had drawn from apprehension to amusement at just how ill he thought of them, evaporating immediately. Then, there was another, and Elias' arm rose as if to guard his shoulder. He sought to catch Marietta's arm,
"Oi what's tha-" but he was cut off by Sofia pulling her away and into the Xanthos family home.
"Of course we have to be nice," he murmured under his breath, snapping at one of his servants to return to the carriage to deliver the gifts he'd acquired for the occasion. Despite the distaste, Elias was a master in the realm of propriety, and it was only fair for his gifts to the princess to be an extension of that understanding. Within, there was a beautiful azure dress fashioned from silks of a far off land. He didn't remember the name and didn't much care, only for the look on the Xanthos' princess' face when it was Elias' gift that astonished the most. Dislike the family, but always draw everyone's attention with his actions. It mattered not who was the recipient so much as he was the sender.
Then, Marietta went on to complain about how he wanted to separate. He didn't need to leave them in the moment at all. The party had just begun, but if Marietta insisted on greeting the Xanthoses in the beginning... Well, she had the unfair advantage of one or two too many drinks to make the affair more palatable. No, Elias preferred to acknowledge them later, when it was time for gift opening and he could slide in to accept the accolade that came with being the giver of the finest gift.
"Then. Come. With. Me," he insisted, grabbing hold of Marietta's wrist just as he laid eyes on a sight that more than even the Xanthos sisters drew ire and bile both from his gullet. The unmistakably exquisite features of one Iris of Argyris reflected from Elias' gaze, and within his chest he felt the unmistakable heat of fire searing within him. How could he all at once feel such dislike and attraction? He'd forgiven Marietta for her part in their separation, but it did nothing to soften the blow from just how... captivating the sight of her was. He took a half-step forward before remembering his place, where he was and the drinks he sought to acquire.
"Sofia, you didn't enjoy the wine in Antonis manor so much, did you? Let's find some here. I'm parched," he said, quite elated to lead them away from the princesses and the notion of greeting. With one final gesture to his slave, he sent her on to deliver the gift, wrapped away from sight for the princess to open with delighted surprise whenever it was time to do so.
It was hard to focus—there was so much to look at. White marble and dancing colors and familiar faces all swirled together into one magical scene. “I’m not tricking you,” she assured Marietta, smiling at the seriousness of her friend’s expression. This was all so lovely—why ruin it by drunkenly accosting the princess? But Marietta was so insistent, nearly rivaling Sofia’s own stubbornness. It was hard to refuse her when her points were making more and more sense. “I am polite!” she spluttered, releasing Marietta to press her hand to her heart indignantly. Wasn’t she? She wasn’t ignoring Emilia, simply waiting to sober up a bit. Though, she thought, her head swirling, that was a bit of a gamble in and of itself. What if she didn’t sober up? What if she really was being rude? Thinking was no fun at a time like this. She was meant to be having fun.
And the venue really did look perfect, like the gods themselves had blessed it. The princess must be so pleased. Sofia took a few steps back as Marietta and Elias squabbled yet again, breathing in the lavish smells and taking stock of the company. Nobles and royals galore, smiling faces, swirling colors… Sofia smiled, too. She normally dreaded large functions, but the alcohol smoothed her restlessness into excitement. She could not find the Xanthos women in the crowd, but she was sure they were there, accepting gifts and floating around like fairies. She had let Rafail take care of the gift selection; though they both had an eye for luxury, her brother was more likely to care about appearances and find something truly worthy of a princess. To her mind, the Xanthoses already had everything they could possibly want. Left to Sofia, Princess Emilia would likely have received the first beautiful trinket she could find.
She spun back to face her friends at the sound of Elias’s voice, not noticing that Marietta had already wandered off in a different direction in search of more to drink. There were multiple tables of wine set up around the hall, and Elias was guiding her to one of them. She did not mind so much; Sofia did not want the floating feeling to go away. If it did, she would be left to boring, tedious small talk. The magical night would become just another evening of fulfilling her royal duties, and that simply would not do. “The wine here will be much better,” she agreed, smiling sideways at the lord. Silver bangles tinkled gently on her arms as she reached for a glass. “What do you hope for from tonight?” A man like Elias always must always some goal in mind, she assumed. From what she knew of his escapades with her brother, the plan would likely be the seduction of women or to charm as many people as possible. Sofia herself preferred to improvise. Flirting would be optimal, of course, but she had no target planned, no urgency in finding someone. The night would flow as it would, with or without her interference. She sipped the wine, little smile still present on her face. It was, in fact, excellent wine. Not that she needed more. She was more under the influence than she had initially thought. It would be the wine she had consumed in the carriage hitting her now. But who could turn down such a wonderful selection of imbibements? The floating continued.
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It was hard to focus—there was so much to look at. White marble and dancing colors and familiar faces all swirled together into one magical scene. “I’m not tricking you,” she assured Marietta, smiling at the seriousness of her friend’s expression. This was all so lovely—why ruin it by drunkenly accosting the princess? But Marietta was so insistent, nearly rivaling Sofia’s own stubbornness. It was hard to refuse her when her points were making more and more sense. “I am polite!” she spluttered, releasing Marietta to press her hand to her heart indignantly. Wasn’t she? She wasn’t ignoring Emilia, simply waiting to sober up a bit. Though, she thought, her head swirling, that was a bit of a gamble in and of itself. What if she didn’t sober up? What if she really was being rude? Thinking was no fun at a time like this. She was meant to be having fun.
And the venue really did look perfect, like the gods themselves had blessed it. The princess must be so pleased. Sofia took a few steps back as Marietta and Elias squabbled yet again, breathing in the lavish smells and taking stock of the company. Nobles and royals galore, smiling faces, swirling colors… Sofia smiled, too. She normally dreaded large functions, but the alcohol smoothed her restlessness into excitement. She could not find the Xanthos women in the crowd, but she was sure they were there, accepting gifts and floating around like fairies. She had let Rafail take care of the gift selection; though they both had an eye for luxury, her brother was more likely to care about appearances and find something truly worthy of a princess. To her mind, the Xanthoses already had everything they could possibly want. Left to Sofia, Princess Emilia would likely have received the first beautiful trinket she could find.
She spun back to face her friends at the sound of Elias’s voice, not noticing that Marietta had already wandered off in a different direction in search of more to drink. There were multiple tables of wine set up around the hall, and Elias was guiding her to one of them. She did not mind so much; Sofia did not want the floating feeling to go away. If it did, she would be left to boring, tedious small talk. The magical night would become just another evening of fulfilling her royal duties, and that simply would not do. “The wine here will be much better,” she agreed, smiling sideways at the lord. Silver bangles tinkled gently on her arms as she reached for a glass. “What do you hope for from tonight?” A man like Elias always must always some goal in mind, she assumed. From what she knew of his escapades with her brother, the plan would likely be the seduction of women or to charm as many people as possible. Sofia herself preferred to improvise. Flirting would be optimal, of course, but she had no target planned, no urgency in finding someone. The night would flow as it would, with or without her interference. She sipped the wine, little smile still present on her face. It was, in fact, excellent wine. Not that she needed more. She was more under the influence than she had initially thought. It would be the wine she had consumed in the carriage hitting her now. But who could turn down such a wonderful selection of imbibements? The floating continued.
It was hard to focus—there was so much to look at. White marble and dancing colors and familiar faces all swirled together into one magical scene. “I’m not tricking you,” she assured Marietta, smiling at the seriousness of her friend’s expression. This was all so lovely—why ruin it by drunkenly accosting the princess? But Marietta was so insistent, nearly rivaling Sofia’s own stubbornness. It was hard to refuse her when her points were making more and more sense. “I am polite!” she spluttered, releasing Marietta to press her hand to her heart indignantly. Wasn’t she? She wasn’t ignoring Emilia, simply waiting to sober up a bit. Though, she thought, her head swirling, that was a bit of a gamble in and of itself. What if she didn’t sober up? What if she really was being rude? Thinking was no fun at a time like this. She was meant to be having fun.
And the venue really did look perfect, like the gods themselves had blessed it. The princess must be so pleased. Sofia took a few steps back as Marietta and Elias squabbled yet again, breathing in the lavish smells and taking stock of the company. Nobles and royals galore, smiling faces, swirling colors… Sofia smiled, too. She normally dreaded large functions, but the alcohol smoothed her restlessness into excitement. She could not find the Xanthos women in the crowd, but she was sure they were there, accepting gifts and floating around like fairies. She had let Rafail take care of the gift selection; though they both had an eye for luxury, her brother was more likely to care about appearances and find something truly worthy of a princess. To her mind, the Xanthoses already had everything they could possibly want. Left to Sofia, Princess Emilia would likely have received the first beautiful trinket she could find.
She spun back to face her friends at the sound of Elias’s voice, not noticing that Marietta had already wandered off in a different direction in search of more to drink. There were multiple tables of wine set up around the hall, and Elias was guiding her to one of them. She did not mind so much; Sofia did not want the floating feeling to go away. If it did, she would be left to boring, tedious small talk. The magical night would become just another evening of fulfilling her royal duties, and that simply would not do. “The wine here will be much better,” she agreed, smiling sideways at the lord. Silver bangles tinkled gently on her arms as she reached for a glass. “What do you hope for from tonight?” A man like Elias always must always some goal in mind, she assumed. From what she knew of his escapades with her brother, the plan would likely be the seduction of women or to charm as many people as possible. Sofia herself preferred to improvise. Flirting would be optimal, of course, but she had no target planned, no urgency in finding someone. The night would flow as it would, with or without her interference. She sipped the wine, little smile still present on her face. It was, in fact, excellent wine. Not that she needed more. She was more under the influence than she had initially thought. It would be the wine she had consumed in the carriage hitting her now. But who could turn down such a wonderful selection of imbibements? The floating continued.
‘Lady Marietta.’
There was no mistaking that voice. Even while drunk Marietta knew it very well. Her eyes shot up and lo and behold the beautiful Iris of Argyris stood before her. Marietta felt her heart stop and her blood run cold. She nearly sputtered and coughed the wine from her mouth. Instead, something much worse happened.
Hiccup. Hic-hic-hiccup.
The hiccups began. Marietta’s face flushed red as one hand moved to her lips, the other spilling the newly collected wine onto the floor. This always happened when she was incredibly nervous. And this small girl, Lady Iris, had the power to do just that by her green eyes meeting Marietta’s grey ones. Her existing was enough to put the young Antonis woman on edge. For one slip up, one mistake in the past led to the scar on her lip and nearly forever had her lose one of her closest friendships.
But just as quick as she was there, she was gone. And who else replaced her but Elias who had grabbed Marietta’s wrist and led the two girls away towards the wine. Marietta was still flummoxed. She had made a fool of herself previously, and since then she had avoided those feelings of guilt and embarrassment adeptly, instead of working on her relationship with Elias and never once reaching out to mend any misunderstandings with Iris. It was, after all, Marietta’s fault the two had broken up. And while Elias could forgive her for her transgressions, for her inability to stay quiet of salacious gossip, Marietta did not know Iris enough in order to determine whether or not the young noble could also forgive her.
The young woman fanned the heat from her face. That brush of discomfort was enough to make Marietta feel ill. She had no filter already when drunk, and Iris of Argyris managed to make it even worse.
And yet, despite her cautions, Marietta still blurted out, “I should g-go apologize -hic- to her.” That was right, right? She shouldn’t be nervous or anxious. She should be brave. She should own up and have responsibility for her actions. There was no time like the present. She could leave these two, apologize to Iris, and everything would be good. Crises averted and the party can continue to be fun, just like it was supposed to be.
“O-Oh, I’m sorry, Sofia. I -hic- interrupted you.” If only she could get control over this incessant hiccups. Right, wine. Marietta reached over to the table, replacing the wine that she had just spilled with a cringe. She was looking like an idiot. She knew she should have stayed home. She regretted coming here with every fiber of her being, and now no amount of alcohol could save that. “Should I just go home? T-That would be better right? You know, I’m not one for parties. And… and my pain on my ankle has returned and… and you know the Princesses and King wouldn’t even notice if I was here or not anyway.”
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‘Lady Marietta.’
There was no mistaking that voice. Even while drunk Marietta knew it very well. Her eyes shot up and lo and behold the beautiful Iris of Argyris stood before her. Marietta felt her heart stop and her blood run cold. She nearly sputtered and coughed the wine from her mouth. Instead, something much worse happened.
Hiccup. Hic-hic-hiccup.
The hiccups began. Marietta’s face flushed red as one hand moved to her lips, the other spilling the newly collected wine onto the floor. This always happened when she was incredibly nervous. And this small girl, Lady Iris, had the power to do just that by her green eyes meeting Marietta’s grey ones. Her existing was enough to put the young Antonis woman on edge. For one slip up, one mistake in the past led to the scar on her lip and nearly forever had her lose one of her closest friendships.
But just as quick as she was there, she was gone. And who else replaced her but Elias who had grabbed Marietta’s wrist and led the two girls away towards the wine. Marietta was still flummoxed. She had made a fool of herself previously, and since then she had avoided those feelings of guilt and embarrassment adeptly, instead of working on her relationship with Elias and never once reaching out to mend any misunderstandings with Iris. It was, after all, Marietta’s fault the two had broken up. And while Elias could forgive her for her transgressions, for her inability to stay quiet of salacious gossip, Marietta did not know Iris enough in order to determine whether or not the young noble could also forgive her.
The young woman fanned the heat from her face. That brush of discomfort was enough to make Marietta feel ill. She had no filter already when drunk, and Iris of Argyris managed to make it even worse.
And yet, despite her cautions, Marietta still blurted out, “I should g-go apologize -hic- to her.” That was right, right? She shouldn’t be nervous or anxious. She should be brave. She should own up and have responsibility for her actions. There was no time like the present. She could leave these two, apologize to Iris, and everything would be good. Crises averted and the party can continue to be fun, just like it was supposed to be.
“O-Oh, I’m sorry, Sofia. I -hic- interrupted you.” If only she could get control over this incessant hiccups. Right, wine. Marietta reached over to the table, replacing the wine that she had just spilled with a cringe. She was looking like an idiot. She knew she should have stayed home. She regretted coming here with every fiber of her being, and now no amount of alcohol could save that. “Should I just go home? T-That would be better right? You know, I’m not one for parties. And… and my pain on my ankle has returned and… and you know the Princesses and King wouldn’t even notice if I was here or not anyway.”
‘Lady Marietta.’
There was no mistaking that voice. Even while drunk Marietta knew it very well. Her eyes shot up and lo and behold the beautiful Iris of Argyris stood before her. Marietta felt her heart stop and her blood run cold. She nearly sputtered and coughed the wine from her mouth. Instead, something much worse happened.
Hiccup. Hic-hic-hiccup.
The hiccups began. Marietta’s face flushed red as one hand moved to her lips, the other spilling the newly collected wine onto the floor. This always happened when she was incredibly nervous. And this small girl, Lady Iris, had the power to do just that by her green eyes meeting Marietta’s grey ones. Her existing was enough to put the young Antonis woman on edge. For one slip up, one mistake in the past led to the scar on her lip and nearly forever had her lose one of her closest friendships.
But just as quick as she was there, she was gone. And who else replaced her but Elias who had grabbed Marietta’s wrist and led the two girls away towards the wine. Marietta was still flummoxed. She had made a fool of herself previously, and since then she had avoided those feelings of guilt and embarrassment adeptly, instead of working on her relationship with Elias and never once reaching out to mend any misunderstandings with Iris. It was, after all, Marietta’s fault the two had broken up. And while Elias could forgive her for her transgressions, for her inability to stay quiet of salacious gossip, Marietta did not know Iris enough in order to determine whether or not the young noble could also forgive her.
The young woman fanned the heat from her face. That brush of discomfort was enough to make Marietta feel ill. She had no filter already when drunk, and Iris of Argyris managed to make it even worse.
And yet, despite her cautions, Marietta still blurted out, “I should g-go apologize -hic- to her.” That was right, right? She shouldn’t be nervous or anxious. She should be brave. She should own up and have responsibility for her actions. There was no time like the present. She could leave these two, apologize to Iris, and everything would be good. Crises averted and the party can continue to be fun, just like it was supposed to be.
“O-Oh, I’m sorry, Sofia. I -hic- interrupted you.” If only she could get control over this incessant hiccups. Right, wine. Marietta reached over to the table, replacing the wine that she had just spilled with a cringe. She was looking like an idiot. She knew she should have stayed home. She regretted coming here with every fiber of her being, and now no amount of alcohol could save that. “Should I just go home? T-That would be better right? You know, I’m not one for parties. And… and my pain on my ankle has returned and… and you know the Princesses and King wouldn’t even notice if I was here or not anyway.”
Unlike her sister, Emilia was quite often blissfully unaware of the animosity that brewed in between the royal and noble houses of Athenia. With an innocent outlook in life that had been carefully preserved by both her elder sister and her father, Emilia's joy and laughter was genuine as it was infectious, and while some may mistake it as vapid, Emilia genuinely simply wished and believed the best of everyone. It even extended to the (obviously false and very wishful) belief that the various noble and royal families treated each other well. Obviously, that would be a belief dashed in the years to come, but freshly turned fifteen, while she may now be considered a woman in the eyes of many, Emilia had yet to grow out of her fanciful childish notions.
So while she heeded her sister's instructions to walk with the decorum that Persephone had, there was a bounce in her step that was unmistakable as they entered, her hazel eyes immediately seeking out her father. The young girl with no mother figure, was impossible coddled by her sister and father, and while both the elder princess and the king did not spoil Emilia by any means, she was still very much sheltered by them, and in return, Emilia was very attached to the two remaining family she had.
Smiling the moment she saw the figure of her father greeting guests with the usual smile on his face, Emilia turned to her sister to motion she was going to look for their father, before quickly closing the short distance to her patriarch. The King greeted her with a bright smile, but no sooner had Emilia managed to give a quick hug to the King, did two other noblemen approach him - something of a common occurence Emilia was used to of course, considering his status.
So instead, the girl just waited as King Minas exchanged greetings with the Argyris lord who had just arrived after she had greeted the lord of the noble house herself. Tuning out their words, Emilia allowed her gaze to wander, and then widened her eyes when she saw the flushed look one lady she knew to be a young lady Marietta, but a few years older then her looking redder then she remembered her to be. Surely she wasn't ill, was she?
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Unlike her sister, Emilia was quite often blissfully unaware of the animosity that brewed in between the royal and noble houses of Athenia. With an innocent outlook in life that had been carefully preserved by both her elder sister and her father, Emilia's joy and laughter was genuine as it was infectious, and while some may mistake it as vapid, Emilia genuinely simply wished and believed the best of everyone. It even extended to the (obviously false and very wishful) belief that the various noble and royal families treated each other well. Obviously, that would be a belief dashed in the years to come, but freshly turned fifteen, while she may now be considered a woman in the eyes of many, Emilia had yet to grow out of her fanciful childish notions.
So while she heeded her sister's instructions to walk with the decorum that Persephone had, there was a bounce in her step that was unmistakable as they entered, her hazel eyes immediately seeking out her father. The young girl with no mother figure, was impossible coddled by her sister and father, and while both the elder princess and the king did not spoil Emilia by any means, she was still very much sheltered by them, and in return, Emilia was very attached to the two remaining family she had.
Smiling the moment she saw the figure of her father greeting guests with the usual smile on his face, Emilia turned to her sister to motion she was going to look for their father, before quickly closing the short distance to her patriarch. The King greeted her with a bright smile, but no sooner had Emilia managed to give a quick hug to the King, did two other noblemen approach him - something of a common occurence Emilia was used to of course, considering his status.
So instead, the girl just waited as King Minas exchanged greetings with the Argyris lord who had just arrived after she had greeted the lord of the noble house herself. Tuning out their words, Emilia allowed her gaze to wander, and then widened her eyes when she saw the flushed look one lady she knew to be a young lady Marietta, but a few years older then her looking redder then she remembered her to be. Surely she wasn't ill, was she?
Unlike her sister, Emilia was quite often blissfully unaware of the animosity that brewed in between the royal and noble houses of Athenia. With an innocent outlook in life that had been carefully preserved by both her elder sister and her father, Emilia's joy and laughter was genuine as it was infectious, and while some may mistake it as vapid, Emilia genuinely simply wished and believed the best of everyone. It even extended to the (obviously false and very wishful) belief that the various noble and royal families treated each other well. Obviously, that would be a belief dashed in the years to come, but freshly turned fifteen, while she may now be considered a woman in the eyes of many, Emilia had yet to grow out of her fanciful childish notions.
So while she heeded her sister's instructions to walk with the decorum that Persephone had, there was a bounce in her step that was unmistakable as they entered, her hazel eyes immediately seeking out her father. The young girl with no mother figure, was impossible coddled by her sister and father, and while both the elder princess and the king did not spoil Emilia by any means, she was still very much sheltered by them, and in return, Emilia was very attached to the two remaining family she had.
Smiling the moment she saw the figure of her father greeting guests with the usual smile on his face, Emilia turned to her sister to motion she was going to look for their father, before quickly closing the short distance to her patriarch. The King greeted her with a bright smile, but no sooner had Emilia managed to give a quick hug to the King, did two other noblemen approach him - something of a common occurence Emilia was used to of course, considering his status.
So instead, the girl just waited as King Minas exchanged greetings with the Argyris lord who had just arrived after she had greeted the lord of the noble house herself. Tuning out their words, Emilia allowed her gaze to wander, and then widened her eyes when she saw the flushed look one lady she knew to be a young lady Marietta, but a few years older then her looking redder then she remembered her to be. Surely she wasn't ill, was she?
Iris could feel nothing but relief when Lady Marietta was pulled away from her own path. Admittedly, the last thing that she wanted was to talk to the girl, seeing as their last conversation had lead to... a less than... admirable conclusion of her relationship with Elias of Stravos. Some days, she still kicked herself for doing such a thing, but instead of letting the regret show plainly on her features as she was tempted to do, Iris brought her cup of wine to her lips. She took a deep sip, equally relieved to have the distraction of wine to keep her mind off the fact that Elias was here. In this garden.
Part of her had hoped that he would skip such a function.
But then her green gaze trailed to the two princesses and the King who entered together. Her father was off socializing and perked up the moment he spotted Minas, approaching the King with the same jovially warm smile he always did when meeting his closest friend. Iris, naturally, found her own gaze drifting particularly to Persephone, her expression softening considerably from one of discomfort to complete enjoyment at the fact that, yes, the princess was attending her own sister's birthday.
For just a moment, Iris turned back toward the table of refreshments, carefully taking a second cup of wine that she could bring to Princess Persephone now that she had arrived.
"My princess," Iris said in a warm tone, shifting into a graceful curtsy. Not a drop of wine spilled from the cups even as she brought herself back to her full height. The gift for Princess Emilia was still tucked protectively under her arm, though she had a fleeting thought to set it with the rest of them. "I hope that it is no surprise or issue at all that I refused to miss Princess Emilia's birthday," Iris said in quiet greeting, offering Persephone the second and untouched cup of wine so that the princess might enjoy the party with her.
Turning her head just slightly to glance in the direction of Lord Elias, Lady Marietta, and Lady Sofia. "I had not realized," she started and then cut herself off in order to explore happier topics. "The hounds miss you, your highness. I think they enjoyed our hunting excursion more than we both realized."
And with that, the lady brought her cup to her lips for a second time, hoping to silence before she started rambling anxiously about... absolutely nothing. It would have all been much simpler if she had remained in Aetaea. Iris wouldn't be standing there, awkwardly holding two cups of wine and avoiding the eyes of a man she didn't actually want to see.
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Iris could feel nothing but relief when Lady Marietta was pulled away from her own path. Admittedly, the last thing that she wanted was to talk to the girl, seeing as their last conversation had lead to... a less than... admirable conclusion of her relationship with Elias of Stravos. Some days, she still kicked herself for doing such a thing, but instead of letting the regret show plainly on her features as she was tempted to do, Iris brought her cup of wine to her lips. She took a deep sip, equally relieved to have the distraction of wine to keep her mind off the fact that Elias was here. In this garden.
Part of her had hoped that he would skip such a function.
But then her green gaze trailed to the two princesses and the King who entered together. Her father was off socializing and perked up the moment he spotted Minas, approaching the King with the same jovially warm smile he always did when meeting his closest friend. Iris, naturally, found her own gaze drifting particularly to Persephone, her expression softening considerably from one of discomfort to complete enjoyment at the fact that, yes, the princess was attending her own sister's birthday.
For just a moment, Iris turned back toward the table of refreshments, carefully taking a second cup of wine that she could bring to Princess Persephone now that she had arrived.
"My princess," Iris said in a warm tone, shifting into a graceful curtsy. Not a drop of wine spilled from the cups even as she brought herself back to her full height. The gift for Princess Emilia was still tucked protectively under her arm, though she had a fleeting thought to set it with the rest of them. "I hope that it is no surprise or issue at all that I refused to miss Princess Emilia's birthday," Iris said in quiet greeting, offering Persephone the second and untouched cup of wine so that the princess might enjoy the party with her.
Turning her head just slightly to glance in the direction of Lord Elias, Lady Marietta, and Lady Sofia. "I had not realized," she started and then cut herself off in order to explore happier topics. "The hounds miss you, your highness. I think they enjoyed our hunting excursion more than we both realized."
And with that, the lady brought her cup to her lips for a second time, hoping to silence before she started rambling anxiously about... absolutely nothing. It would have all been much simpler if she had remained in Aetaea. Iris wouldn't be standing there, awkwardly holding two cups of wine and avoiding the eyes of a man she didn't actually want to see.
Iris could feel nothing but relief when Lady Marietta was pulled away from her own path. Admittedly, the last thing that she wanted was to talk to the girl, seeing as their last conversation had lead to... a less than... admirable conclusion of her relationship with Elias of Stravos. Some days, she still kicked herself for doing such a thing, but instead of letting the regret show plainly on her features as she was tempted to do, Iris brought her cup of wine to her lips. She took a deep sip, equally relieved to have the distraction of wine to keep her mind off the fact that Elias was here. In this garden.
Part of her had hoped that he would skip such a function.
But then her green gaze trailed to the two princesses and the King who entered together. Her father was off socializing and perked up the moment he spotted Minas, approaching the King with the same jovially warm smile he always did when meeting his closest friend. Iris, naturally, found her own gaze drifting particularly to Persephone, her expression softening considerably from one of discomfort to complete enjoyment at the fact that, yes, the princess was attending her own sister's birthday.
For just a moment, Iris turned back toward the table of refreshments, carefully taking a second cup of wine that she could bring to Princess Persephone now that she had arrived.
"My princess," Iris said in a warm tone, shifting into a graceful curtsy. Not a drop of wine spilled from the cups even as she brought herself back to her full height. The gift for Princess Emilia was still tucked protectively under her arm, though she had a fleeting thought to set it with the rest of them. "I hope that it is no surprise or issue at all that I refused to miss Princess Emilia's birthday," Iris said in quiet greeting, offering Persephone the second and untouched cup of wine so that the princess might enjoy the party with her.
Turning her head just slightly to glance in the direction of Lord Elias, Lady Marietta, and Lady Sofia. "I had not realized," she started and then cut herself off in order to explore happier topics. "The hounds miss you, your highness. I think they enjoyed our hunting excursion more than we both realized."
And with that, the lady brought her cup to her lips for a second time, hoping to silence before she started rambling anxiously about... absolutely nothing. It would have all been much simpler if she had remained in Aetaea. Iris wouldn't be standing there, awkwardly holding two cups of wine and avoiding the eyes of a man she didn't actually want to see.
Travelling alone to the festivities, Evi had found herself wrapped up on a good book no longer than a few hours ago. She had been so entranced by the book she was reading that she had almost forgotten about the party celebrating the young princess Emilia’s birthday. But that seemed to be a common occurrence in her life, if she was honest with herself. So often she showed up late to these things because a good tome had kept her away. If she wasn’t such an extrovert, loving being around people as much as she enjoyed the quiet of the library, she could have easily have enjoyed spending the rest of the day curled up in her chaise devouring word after word on each page of her book.
But no, she did enjoy socialising. And she especially enjoyed socialising with the princess. Not that they spent much time together, and Evi doubted Emilia would have much time for her today of all days, such was the job of the host to circulate. But any time the pair were together, they did end up having no small amount of fun. They were the same age, and while Emilia often acted younger than her years, the excitable, exuberant young spirit was akin to Evi’s ownbright take on life. The two just seemed to get along well.
Marietta had made her way to the event with her friends, and Evi preferred not to be the tag-along little sister to the older of the Antonis girls. She was of an age where it was slightly awkward: her sister enjoyed imbibing in alcohol with her friends, and though Evi had experienced alcohol, she was not of an age where she readily drank it to the same extent. She was likely to make a fool of herself if she tried to keep up with Marietta and her friends. And she definitely didn’t want to do that, not in front of Elias of Stravos, towards whom a small crush was developing.
The family carriage dropped the young woman off in the extensive, beautifully maintained gardens of the kalospíti lefkó, the home of the Xanthos family. Evi peered around, awed at the vibrant colours which complemented the white marble design of the building itself. A servant greeted her at the main entrance, and escorted her in, announcing her arrival to the room at large. Entering, Evi remembered her etiquette lessons, though she was unsure if she should curtsey when entering a room or only when directly talking to a royal. Just in cause, she bowed her head and lowered her body as one foot fell behind the other, directing the gesture towards the ruling family in general before entering further into the room.
Spotting the younger of the two princesses, Evi grinned in her direction, though she did not approach, preferring not to make a beeline directly towards Emilia as she looked busy. Glancing around the room, she spotted her elder sister, Marietta. The older girl looked flushed in the cheeks. Either something was very funny, very embarrassing, or the girl had drunk more than was rightly acceptable already. She was surrounded by her friends, who all also looked like they were enjoying the drinks on offer. The girl frowned, then approached a servant and taking a goblet of wine from the tray he was carrying. It was the adult thing to drink it, and Evi wanted to be seen as just that by her peers.
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Travelling alone to the festivities, Evi had found herself wrapped up on a good book no longer than a few hours ago. She had been so entranced by the book she was reading that she had almost forgotten about the party celebrating the young princess Emilia’s birthday. But that seemed to be a common occurrence in her life, if she was honest with herself. So often she showed up late to these things because a good tome had kept her away. If she wasn’t such an extrovert, loving being around people as much as she enjoyed the quiet of the library, she could have easily have enjoyed spending the rest of the day curled up in her chaise devouring word after word on each page of her book.
But no, she did enjoy socialising. And she especially enjoyed socialising with the princess. Not that they spent much time together, and Evi doubted Emilia would have much time for her today of all days, such was the job of the host to circulate. But any time the pair were together, they did end up having no small amount of fun. They were the same age, and while Emilia often acted younger than her years, the excitable, exuberant young spirit was akin to Evi’s ownbright take on life. The two just seemed to get along well.
Marietta had made her way to the event with her friends, and Evi preferred not to be the tag-along little sister to the older of the Antonis girls. She was of an age where it was slightly awkward: her sister enjoyed imbibing in alcohol with her friends, and though Evi had experienced alcohol, she was not of an age where she readily drank it to the same extent. She was likely to make a fool of herself if she tried to keep up with Marietta and her friends. And she definitely didn’t want to do that, not in front of Elias of Stravos, towards whom a small crush was developing.
The family carriage dropped the young woman off in the extensive, beautifully maintained gardens of the kalospíti lefkó, the home of the Xanthos family. Evi peered around, awed at the vibrant colours which complemented the white marble design of the building itself. A servant greeted her at the main entrance, and escorted her in, announcing her arrival to the room at large. Entering, Evi remembered her etiquette lessons, though she was unsure if she should curtsey when entering a room or only when directly talking to a royal. Just in cause, she bowed her head and lowered her body as one foot fell behind the other, directing the gesture towards the ruling family in general before entering further into the room.
Spotting the younger of the two princesses, Evi grinned in her direction, though she did not approach, preferring not to make a beeline directly towards Emilia as she looked busy. Glancing around the room, she spotted her elder sister, Marietta. The older girl looked flushed in the cheeks. Either something was very funny, very embarrassing, or the girl had drunk more than was rightly acceptable already. She was surrounded by her friends, who all also looked like they were enjoying the drinks on offer. The girl frowned, then approached a servant and taking a goblet of wine from the tray he was carrying. It was the adult thing to drink it, and Evi wanted to be seen as just that by her peers.
Travelling alone to the festivities, Evi had found herself wrapped up on a good book no longer than a few hours ago. She had been so entranced by the book she was reading that she had almost forgotten about the party celebrating the young princess Emilia’s birthday. But that seemed to be a common occurrence in her life, if she was honest with herself. So often she showed up late to these things because a good tome had kept her away. If she wasn’t such an extrovert, loving being around people as much as she enjoyed the quiet of the library, she could have easily have enjoyed spending the rest of the day curled up in her chaise devouring word after word on each page of her book.
But no, she did enjoy socialising. And she especially enjoyed socialising with the princess. Not that they spent much time together, and Evi doubted Emilia would have much time for her today of all days, such was the job of the host to circulate. But any time the pair were together, they did end up having no small amount of fun. They were the same age, and while Emilia often acted younger than her years, the excitable, exuberant young spirit was akin to Evi’s ownbright take on life. The two just seemed to get along well.
Marietta had made her way to the event with her friends, and Evi preferred not to be the tag-along little sister to the older of the Antonis girls. She was of an age where it was slightly awkward: her sister enjoyed imbibing in alcohol with her friends, and though Evi had experienced alcohol, she was not of an age where she readily drank it to the same extent. She was likely to make a fool of herself if she tried to keep up with Marietta and her friends. And she definitely didn’t want to do that, not in front of Elias of Stravos, towards whom a small crush was developing.
The family carriage dropped the young woman off in the extensive, beautifully maintained gardens of the kalospíti lefkó, the home of the Xanthos family. Evi peered around, awed at the vibrant colours which complemented the white marble design of the building itself. A servant greeted her at the main entrance, and escorted her in, announcing her arrival to the room at large. Entering, Evi remembered her etiquette lessons, though she was unsure if she should curtsey when entering a room or only when directly talking to a royal. Just in cause, she bowed her head and lowered her body as one foot fell behind the other, directing the gesture towards the ruling family in general before entering further into the room.
Spotting the younger of the two princesses, Evi grinned in her direction, though she did not approach, preferring not to make a beeline directly towards Emilia as she looked busy. Glancing around the room, she spotted her elder sister, Marietta. The older girl looked flushed in the cheeks. Either something was very funny, very embarrassing, or the girl had drunk more than was rightly acceptable already. She was surrounded by her friends, who all also looked like they were enjoying the drinks on offer. The girl frowned, then approached a servant and taking a goblet of wine from the tray he was carrying. It was the adult thing to drink it, and Evi wanted to be seen as just that by her peers.
The hiccups would not stop. The bubbling nervousness was threatening to overflow. Marietta felt ill. She should run, she should absolutely run. But then, Iris moved again and she found herself holding her breath. She prayed to the gods that it was not to confront Marietta, especially in front of Elias. Her eyes traveled as Lady Iris walked, but never did she approach the group.
Oh thank the gods, Marietta thought to herself, releasing her held breath when Lady Iris instead went to the Princesses. The hiccups seemed to slow and Marietta was able to recollect herself. Things are just fine, Marietta. Just have fun and relax. Marietta’s panic began to subside. She just had to avoid Lady Iris at the party, it should be easy. She was with her friends, there was no need to panic.
Once again Marietta looked around. Her eyes landed on Evi who looked like she had just arrived. Deep down Marietta know she should probably avoid her sister in this state, but logic and reason had long since left the girl. Her fingers wrapped around Sofia’s wrist, “Let’s say hi to my sister guys!” She said cheerily, dragging Sofia across the party.
This was so unlike the girl who typically hid behind everyone. Marietta didn’t decide what they should be doing. She was a follower, content with the people who she surrounded herself with. In fact, more often than not she was telling her friends what they shouldn’t be doing. But with her mind as gone as it already was and the ability to not have to directly interact with strangers, Marietta was far more relaxed than she ever was previously. As long as she stayed clear of anyone or anything that would trigger her anxieties, then this party should go off without a hitch.
“Oh, Evi!” Marietta greeted her sister with the widest smile. She immediately pulled her sister into the largest hug, arms wrapping tightly around her. (And admittedly using her to stabilize her standing.) “Evi, Eli and Sofia made me come here. It’s so great! And pretty!” The lavender was beautiful, and absolutely Marietta wanted to make sure their own gardens at him would have them so she could paint the plant. “Did Hebe and Sanasa come with you? Oh, I should give them a hug too! Where is Hebe, we could play something together?” Her head looked this way and that.
“Oh, oh Sofia, do you talk to Evi? Isn’t my sister wonderful? Look at how beautiful she is! I’m so proud.” Compliments were just bubbling out of Marietta’s mouth. “And she even drinks now! She’s grown so old I can’t believe it! You should try the wine here, it’s so good, Evi. It was imported so I hear. Even better than what we have at home.” Marietta’s voice then dropped to a whisper. She cupped her hand around her sister’s ear. “And way better than anything I’ve had at the Stravos. Shh, don’t tell Eli I said that.” Not that she ever would. After all, what reason would Evi ever have to talk to her best friend?
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The hiccups would not stop. The bubbling nervousness was threatening to overflow. Marietta felt ill. She should run, she should absolutely run. But then, Iris moved again and she found herself holding her breath. She prayed to the gods that it was not to confront Marietta, especially in front of Elias. Her eyes traveled as Lady Iris walked, but never did she approach the group.
Oh thank the gods, Marietta thought to herself, releasing her held breath when Lady Iris instead went to the Princesses. The hiccups seemed to slow and Marietta was able to recollect herself. Things are just fine, Marietta. Just have fun and relax. Marietta’s panic began to subside. She just had to avoid Lady Iris at the party, it should be easy. She was with her friends, there was no need to panic.
Once again Marietta looked around. Her eyes landed on Evi who looked like she had just arrived. Deep down Marietta know she should probably avoid her sister in this state, but logic and reason had long since left the girl. Her fingers wrapped around Sofia’s wrist, “Let’s say hi to my sister guys!” She said cheerily, dragging Sofia across the party.
This was so unlike the girl who typically hid behind everyone. Marietta didn’t decide what they should be doing. She was a follower, content with the people who she surrounded herself with. In fact, more often than not she was telling her friends what they shouldn’t be doing. But with her mind as gone as it already was and the ability to not have to directly interact with strangers, Marietta was far more relaxed than she ever was previously. As long as she stayed clear of anyone or anything that would trigger her anxieties, then this party should go off without a hitch.
“Oh, Evi!” Marietta greeted her sister with the widest smile. She immediately pulled her sister into the largest hug, arms wrapping tightly around her. (And admittedly using her to stabilize her standing.) “Evi, Eli and Sofia made me come here. It’s so great! And pretty!” The lavender was beautiful, and absolutely Marietta wanted to make sure their own gardens at him would have them so she could paint the plant. “Did Hebe and Sanasa come with you? Oh, I should give them a hug too! Where is Hebe, we could play something together?” Her head looked this way and that.
“Oh, oh Sofia, do you talk to Evi? Isn’t my sister wonderful? Look at how beautiful she is! I’m so proud.” Compliments were just bubbling out of Marietta’s mouth. “And she even drinks now! She’s grown so old I can’t believe it! You should try the wine here, it’s so good, Evi. It was imported so I hear. Even better than what we have at home.” Marietta’s voice then dropped to a whisper. She cupped her hand around her sister’s ear. “And way better than anything I’ve had at the Stravos. Shh, don’t tell Eli I said that.” Not that she ever would. After all, what reason would Evi ever have to talk to her best friend?
The hiccups would not stop. The bubbling nervousness was threatening to overflow. Marietta felt ill. She should run, she should absolutely run. But then, Iris moved again and she found herself holding her breath. She prayed to the gods that it was not to confront Marietta, especially in front of Elias. Her eyes traveled as Lady Iris walked, but never did she approach the group.
Oh thank the gods, Marietta thought to herself, releasing her held breath when Lady Iris instead went to the Princesses. The hiccups seemed to slow and Marietta was able to recollect herself. Things are just fine, Marietta. Just have fun and relax. Marietta’s panic began to subside. She just had to avoid Lady Iris at the party, it should be easy. She was with her friends, there was no need to panic.
Once again Marietta looked around. Her eyes landed on Evi who looked like she had just arrived. Deep down Marietta know she should probably avoid her sister in this state, but logic and reason had long since left the girl. Her fingers wrapped around Sofia’s wrist, “Let’s say hi to my sister guys!” She said cheerily, dragging Sofia across the party.
This was so unlike the girl who typically hid behind everyone. Marietta didn’t decide what they should be doing. She was a follower, content with the people who she surrounded herself with. In fact, more often than not she was telling her friends what they shouldn’t be doing. But with her mind as gone as it already was and the ability to not have to directly interact with strangers, Marietta was far more relaxed than she ever was previously. As long as she stayed clear of anyone or anything that would trigger her anxieties, then this party should go off without a hitch.
“Oh, Evi!” Marietta greeted her sister with the widest smile. She immediately pulled her sister into the largest hug, arms wrapping tightly around her. (And admittedly using her to stabilize her standing.) “Evi, Eli and Sofia made me come here. It’s so great! And pretty!” The lavender was beautiful, and absolutely Marietta wanted to make sure their own gardens at him would have them so she could paint the plant. “Did Hebe and Sanasa come with you? Oh, I should give them a hug too! Where is Hebe, we could play something together?” Her head looked this way and that.
“Oh, oh Sofia, do you talk to Evi? Isn’t my sister wonderful? Look at how beautiful she is! I’m so proud.” Compliments were just bubbling out of Marietta’s mouth. “And she even drinks now! She’s grown so old I can’t believe it! You should try the wine here, it’s so good, Evi. It was imported so I hear. Even better than what we have at home.” Marietta’s voice then dropped to a whisper. She cupped her hand around her sister’s ear. “And way better than anything I’ve had at the Stravos. Shh, don’t tell Eli I said that.” Not that she ever would. After all, what reason would Evi ever have to talk to her best friend?