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The goblet was still in her hands, and Sofia of Marikas knew she ought to put it down. The wine was excellent—superb, really—but she was already floating. If she went too high, she was bound to crash and fall. No, better to let herself down slowly. That would be the responsible thing, and the best thing for future Sofia. Lost in drunken thought, a slight frown passed across her features. She didn’t want to stop floating. One final sip, one final burst of warmth, and she managed to place the goblet back on the table, just in time to be whisked away by a particularly giggly Marietta. Good. The further she got from the wine, the less likely she was to indulge further. Walking was the tiniest bit difficult, after all.
“Which sister?” she queried, slightly blurred eyes scanning the hall. Sanasa would be best, but it didn’t really matter one way or the other. Sofia hardly knew the other two beyond what Marietta had said and passing conversations during her visits to the Antonis home.
It was not Sanasa, but Evi, who had just begun her court appearances. “Hullo, Evi,” she managed, smiling pleasantly. Being pleasant was quite easy after the amount of wine Sofia had consumed. She hovered a few feet away as Marietta used her sister as a crutch, wishing for a bit of support, too. Still, she focused her green eyes on Evi. The girl, while quite young, was already beautiful and seemed graceful and proper enough. “Welcome to the world of lavish parties and beautiful people!” A wink and the strong scent of lavender unbalanced Sofia slightly, and she frowned. Being drunk was fun, but she was starting to feel sloppy and out of control. That was no good. Fun was only fun if she remembered it in the morning. Embarassing herself at the Xanthos house could only end in disaster.
“Definitely try the wine,” she added, the smile sliding back onto her face. Sofia was the counter to herself: both an excellent example of the wonders of good wine and an obvious warning in favor of limits.
Pull yourself together, Sofia. She fiddled with a silver bangle, hoping the cold metal against her warm fingers would steady the world at least a little. “Have you been here long, Evi?” She hoped not. It was possible that she and Marietta had scared off Evi’s friends, but Sofia thought the younger girl must have been alone, and being alone for more than a few minutes at a party was sad indeed. Sofia remembered one of her first parties. She’d been awkward and quiet and didn’t have much fun at all. She wanted to help Evi have a wonderful time.
“Ooh, do you have your eye on anyone?” Sofia didn’t know much of the younger nobles and royals. Were there even any young men available? They were beneath her notice. “Parties are the greatest places to get to know someone, if you do.” Another little wink, less clumsy this time. Her senses were still both dulled and heightened, but Sofia was falling into the right rhythm at last. Perhaps her night could still be salvaged without too much scandal.
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The goblet was still in her hands, and Sofia of Marikas knew she ought to put it down. The wine was excellent—superb, really—but she was already floating. If she went too high, she was bound to crash and fall. No, better to let herself down slowly. That would be the responsible thing, and the best thing for future Sofia. Lost in drunken thought, a slight frown passed across her features. She didn’t want to stop floating. One final sip, one final burst of warmth, and she managed to place the goblet back on the table, just in time to be whisked away by a particularly giggly Marietta. Good. The further she got from the wine, the less likely she was to indulge further. Walking was the tiniest bit difficult, after all.
“Which sister?” she queried, slightly blurred eyes scanning the hall. Sanasa would be best, but it didn’t really matter one way or the other. Sofia hardly knew the other two beyond what Marietta had said and passing conversations during her visits to the Antonis home.
It was not Sanasa, but Evi, who had just begun her court appearances. “Hullo, Evi,” she managed, smiling pleasantly. Being pleasant was quite easy after the amount of wine Sofia had consumed. She hovered a few feet away as Marietta used her sister as a crutch, wishing for a bit of support, too. Still, she focused her green eyes on Evi. The girl, while quite young, was already beautiful and seemed graceful and proper enough. “Welcome to the world of lavish parties and beautiful people!” A wink and the strong scent of lavender unbalanced Sofia slightly, and she frowned. Being drunk was fun, but she was starting to feel sloppy and out of control. That was no good. Fun was only fun if she remembered it in the morning. Embarassing herself at the Xanthos house could only end in disaster.
“Definitely try the wine,” she added, the smile sliding back onto her face. Sofia was the counter to herself: both an excellent example of the wonders of good wine and an obvious warning in favor of limits.
Pull yourself together, Sofia. She fiddled with a silver bangle, hoping the cold metal against her warm fingers would steady the world at least a little. “Have you been here long, Evi?” She hoped not. It was possible that she and Marietta had scared off Evi’s friends, but Sofia thought the younger girl must have been alone, and being alone for more than a few minutes at a party was sad indeed. Sofia remembered one of her first parties. She’d been awkward and quiet and didn’t have much fun at all. She wanted to help Evi have a wonderful time.
“Ooh, do you have your eye on anyone?” Sofia didn’t know much of the younger nobles and royals. Were there even any young men available? They were beneath her notice. “Parties are the greatest places to get to know someone, if you do.” Another little wink, less clumsy this time. Her senses were still both dulled and heightened, but Sofia was falling into the right rhythm at last. Perhaps her night could still be salvaged without too much scandal.
The goblet was still in her hands, and Sofia of Marikas knew she ought to put it down. The wine was excellent—superb, really—but she was already floating. If she went too high, she was bound to crash and fall. No, better to let herself down slowly. That would be the responsible thing, and the best thing for future Sofia. Lost in drunken thought, a slight frown passed across her features. She didn’t want to stop floating. One final sip, one final burst of warmth, and she managed to place the goblet back on the table, just in time to be whisked away by a particularly giggly Marietta. Good. The further she got from the wine, the less likely she was to indulge further. Walking was the tiniest bit difficult, after all.
“Which sister?” she queried, slightly blurred eyes scanning the hall. Sanasa would be best, but it didn’t really matter one way or the other. Sofia hardly knew the other two beyond what Marietta had said and passing conversations during her visits to the Antonis home.
It was not Sanasa, but Evi, who had just begun her court appearances. “Hullo, Evi,” she managed, smiling pleasantly. Being pleasant was quite easy after the amount of wine Sofia had consumed. She hovered a few feet away as Marietta used her sister as a crutch, wishing for a bit of support, too. Still, she focused her green eyes on Evi. The girl, while quite young, was already beautiful and seemed graceful and proper enough. “Welcome to the world of lavish parties and beautiful people!” A wink and the strong scent of lavender unbalanced Sofia slightly, and she frowned. Being drunk was fun, but she was starting to feel sloppy and out of control. That was no good. Fun was only fun if she remembered it in the morning. Embarassing herself at the Xanthos house could only end in disaster.
“Definitely try the wine,” she added, the smile sliding back onto her face. Sofia was the counter to herself: both an excellent example of the wonders of good wine and an obvious warning in favor of limits.
Pull yourself together, Sofia. She fiddled with a silver bangle, hoping the cold metal against her warm fingers would steady the world at least a little. “Have you been here long, Evi?” She hoped not. It was possible that she and Marietta had scared off Evi’s friends, but Sofia thought the younger girl must have been alone, and being alone for more than a few minutes at a party was sad indeed. Sofia remembered one of her first parties. She’d been awkward and quiet and didn’t have much fun at all. She wanted to help Evi have a wonderful time.
“Ooh, do you have your eye on anyone?” Sofia didn’t know much of the younger nobles and royals. Were there even any young men available? They were beneath her notice. “Parties are the greatest places to get to know someone, if you do.” Another little wink, less clumsy this time. Her senses were still both dulled and heightened, but Sofia was falling into the right rhythm at last. Perhaps her night could still be salvaged without too much scandal.
Rafail did not like either Xanthos sister, though he publically hid his disdain behind the false smiles he had been taught to hold and the kind words upon which Papa insisted whenever he was set to interact with them or their supporters. He had his reasons, and he thought them perfectly fine: not only had Xanthos cruelly stolen away the crown that rightfully belonged on a Marikas head, but Princess Persephone herself had denied his romantic advances in the past for the silliest of reasons. How did she expect him, doubtlessly the most eligible lord in the entirety of Athenia, to remain chaste to her when they had never even consummated the relationship? He was an ideal husband in every meaning of the word, and the older princess would pity that she would never find another man as prestigious as he.
Nonetheless, he would be attending Princess Emilia's birthday party as though he had no distaste for the family, and pulling out every stop to appear as pleased to be there as if it were his own father's coronation. Sofia had entrusted him with the ever-complex task of purchasing a gift which, when it came to princesses and other members of the royal families of Athenia, was never a simple one. Luckily, the youngest son of Dynasteia Marikas had always been thoroughly skilled in such matters, for it had been many years now since he had first started choosing gifts for the noble ladies which shared his bed, and he had now applied that talent in his search for something to satisfy Emilia. His verdict had settled on a pendant which was costly and beautiful, but not so extravagant that any could dislike it for fanciness. The chain was thin and golden, and the pretty sapphire which hung from its end a deep and bright blue encased in a striking aurulent shell.
The colours he had chosen for the event matched the gift, the chiton a cool cerulean to match the summer heat, and the fibulae the same vibrant metal. He looked stunningly handsome, which would undoubtedly be a benefit at an event where a dozen beautiful noblewomen were bound to be in attendance, and as sickeningly arrogant as he always did, though that was hardly a problem. No woman had ever been turned off by his hubris in the past, and he did not think they would be in the future - they could not all be as foolish as Princess Persephone, after all.
Rafail was somewhat late, but not garishly so, hardly blaming himself as the carriage had made its way to the elegant estate housing the celebration. His gaze had already drifted absentmindedly in the direction of both his sister and closest friend, but he ignored them for the time being, instead making his way directly to the lovely lady of the hour. She was far younger than he - ten years - but that did not stop him from putting on that brightest and most flirtatious smile of his, the expression designed to pull some interest from the girl in case he needed to fall back upon it in the future. The Marikas knew the necessities of laying the foundations for a beneficial relationship early on. It was a shame Chara wasn't here, really. He was willing to lay those foundations anytime.
He bent his body first into a polite bow to greet the King, his smile still bright. "Your Majesty. It is a pleasure to have been invited to your daughter's celebration. I am hoping this only serves as an indicator of continued positive relations between our families in the future." Once the appropriate pleasantries had been exchanged, he turned instead to Emilia, tilting his head before her as well. "And you, my dear Princess. I would like to offer you the happiest of days and the greatest fortune for the upcoming year. A gift." He extended the small box containing the chosen necklace, his tone only mildly coy. "I selected it as the best to amplify your natural, incredible beauty."
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Rafail did not like either Xanthos sister, though he publically hid his disdain behind the false smiles he had been taught to hold and the kind words upon which Papa insisted whenever he was set to interact with them or their supporters. He had his reasons, and he thought them perfectly fine: not only had Xanthos cruelly stolen away the crown that rightfully belonged on a Marikas head, but Princess Persephone herself had denied his romantic advances in the past for the silliest of reasons. How did she expect him, doubtlessly the most eligible lord in the entirety of Athenia, to remain chaste to her when they had never even consummated the relationship? He was an ideal husband in every meaning of the word, and the older princess would pity that she would never find another man as prestigious as he.
Nonetheless, he would be attending Princess Emilia's birthday party as though he had no distaste for the family, and pulling out every stop to appear as pleased to be there as if it were his own father's coronation. Sofia had entrusted him with the ever-complex task of purchasing a gift which, when it came to princesses and other members of the royal families of Athenia, was never a simple one. Luckily, the youngest son of Dynasteia Marikas had always been thoroughly skilled in such matters, for it had been many years now since he had first started choosing gifts for the noble ladies which shared his bed, and he had now applied that talent in his search for something to satisfy Emilia. His verdict had settled on a pendant which was costly and beautiful, but not so extravagant that any could dislike it for fanciness. The chain was thin and golden, and the pretty sapphire which hung from its end a deep and bright blue encased in a striking aurulent shell.
The colours he had chosen for the event matched the gift, the chiton a cool cerulean to match the summer heat, and the fibulae the same vibrant metal. He looked stunningly handsome, which would undoubtedly be a benefit at an event where a dozen beautiful noblewomen were bound to be in attendance, and as sickeningly arrogant as he always did, though that was hardly a problem. No woman had ever been turned off by his hubris in the past, and he did not think they would be in the future - they could not all be as foolish as Princess Persephone, after all.
Rafail was somewhat late, but not garishly so, hardly blaming himself as the carriage had made its way to the elegant estate housing the celebration. His gaze had already drifted absentmindedly in the direction of both his sister and closest friend, but he ignored them for the time being, instead making his way directly to the lovely lady of the hour. She was far younger than he - ten years - but that did not stop him from putting on that brightest and most flirtatious smile of his, the expression designed to pull some interest from the girl in case he needed to fall back upon it in the future. The Marikas knew the necessities of laying the foundations for a beneficial relationship early on. It was a shame Chara wasn't here, really. He was willing to lay those foundations anytime.
He bent his body first into a polite bow to greet the King, his smile still bright. "Your Majesty. It is a pleasure to have been invited to your daughter's celebration. I am hoping this only serves as an indicator of continued positive relations between our families in the future." Once the appropriate pleasantries had been exchanged, he turned instead to Emilia, tilting his head before her as well. "And you, my dear Princess. I would like to offer you the happiest of days and the greatest fortune for the upcoming year. A gift." He extended the small box containing the chosen necklace, his tone only mildly coy. "I selected it as the best to amplify your natural, incredible beauty."
Rafail did not like either Xanthos sister, though he publically hid his disdain behind the false smiles he had been taught to hold and the kind words upon which Papa insisted whenever he was set to interact with them or their supporters. He had his reasons, and he thought them perfectly fine: not only had Xanthos cruelly stolen away the crown that rightfully belonged on a Marikas head, but Princess Persephone herself had denied his romantic advances in the past for the silliest of reasons. How did she expect him, doubtlessly the most eligible lord in the entirety of Athenia, to remain chaste to her when they had never even consummated the relationship? He was an ideal husband in every meaning of the word, and the older princess would pity that she would never find another man as prestigious as he.
Nonetheless, he would be attending Princess Emilia's birthday party as though he had no distaste for the family, and pulling out every stop to appear as pleased to be there as if it were his own father's coronation. Sofia had entrusted him with the ever-complex task of purchasing a gift which, when it came to princesses and other members of the royal families of Athenia, was never a simple one. Luckily, the youngest son of Dynasteia Marikas had always been thoroughly skilled in such matters, for it had been many years now since he had first started choosing gifts for the noble ladies which shared his bed, and he had now applied that talent in his search for something to satisfy Emilia. His verdict had settled on a pendant which was costly and beautiful, but not so extravagant that any could dislike it for fanciness. The chain was thin and golden, and the pretty sapphire which hung from its end a deep and bright blue encased in a striking aurulent shell.
The colours he had chosen for the event matched the gift, the chiton a cool cerulean to match the summer heat, and the fibulae the same vibrant metal. He looked stunningly handsome, which would undoubtedly be a benefit at an event where a dozen beautiful noblewomen were bound to be in attendance, and as sickeningly arrogant as he always did, though that was hardly a problem. No woman had ever been turned off by his hubris in the past, and he did not think they would be in the future - they could not all be as foolish as Princess Persephone, after all.
Rafail was somewhat late, but not garishly so, hardly blaming himself as the carriage had made its way to the elegant estate housing the celebration. His gaze had already drifted absentmindedly in the direction of both his sister and closest friend, but he ignored them for the time being, instead making his way directly to the lovely lady of the hour. She was far younger than he - ten years - but that did not stop him from putting on that brightest and most flirtatious smile of his, the expression designed to pull some interest from the girl in case he needed to fall back upon it in the future. The Marikas knew the necessities of laying the foundations for a beneficial relationship early on. It was a shame Chara wasn't here, really. He was willing to lay those foundations anytime.
He bent his body first into a polite bow to greet the King, his smile still bright. "Your Majesty. It is a pleasure to have been invited to your daughter's celebration. I am hoping this only serves as an indicator of continued positive relations between our families in the future." Once the appropriate pleasantries had been exchanged, he turned instead to Emilia, tilting his head before her as well. "And you, my dear Princess. I would like to offer you the happiest of days and the greatest fortune for the upcoming year. A gift." He extended the small box containing the chosen necklace, his tone only mildly coy. "I selected it as the best to amplify your natural, incredible beauty."
She had barely entered and selected a drink before she was accosted by her sister. Marietta, so quiet and shy normally, was like a different person right now. For a moment, Evi barely recognised who was speaking to her. Evi squinted, trying to work out what it was that was causing this change in her. She glanced down to the goblet of wine in her sister’s hand. She could smell it strongly on Marietta’s breath too. That must be what it was. Evi had never seen her sister intoxicated before. This was new to her, and she wasn’t quite sure if she liked what she saw. Not that she didn’t want her sister to enjoy herself, but this wasn’t like Marietta at all.
“Hello, Marietta,” she replied with a small smile of her own as the girl reached down to hug her. “Yes it is rather wonderful in here. I’ve never been her before. So this is how the best of us live. I like it. No, Hebe and Sanasa aren’t with me. I came alone. I don’t know if they’re coming, to be honest.” She glanced around the room, wondering if she knew anyone else who was here. There were a couple of familiar faces, but she was glad of having Marietta here, even if she was a little drunk. Despite the years between them, they were both very close to each other, and she knew Marietta would have no problems with Evi hanging around with her and her friends.
The compliments though, they were a bit much. The girl flushed scarlet and made an attempt to shush her sister with a half irritated, half pleased expression. She tried the wine, just for something to do to distract her from the stream of dialogue coming out of Marietta’s mouth. Was she always this talkative when she was around her friends? “Yes, the wine is lovely…” Evi replied, but she didn’t really get it, all wine tasted much the same to her, if she was completely honest. She hadn’t been drinking for long enough to really understand the nuanced differences in the smells and tastes of alcohol.
“Hi Sofia, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said with a returning smile, weirdly feeling quite shy herself for some strange reason. Evi was still finding her feet in the world of court events and parties, learning to navigate her way around them all. She took another sip of her wine and enjoyed it more the second time around. “No,” she replied to Sofia, “I just arrived, the carriage just dropped me off.” Evi knew Sofia was just talking to her to be polite, and because Marietta had dragged her over, but the other girl’s smile seemed genuine, like she was interested in what Evi had to say.
Meeting one of Marietta’s friends was better than being thrust into the centre of the group, especially with Elias of Stravos standing over there a little ways off. She glanced over at him, her blush deepening somewhat as she stared at him, the man she had had a crush on as long a she could remember. Of course he didn’t look over, he barely knew she existed, but she still enjoyed looking at him from a distance. When Sofia asked if she had her eyes on anyone, Evi almost dropped her drink. “What? No! No of course not.” she replied far too quickly for it to be completely natural or believable.
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She had barely entered and selected a drink before she was accosted by her sister. Marietta, so quiet and shy normally, was like a different person right now. For a moment, Evi barely recognised who was speaking to her. Evi squinted, trying to work out what it was that was causing this change in her. She glanced down to the goblet of wine in her sister’s hand. She could smell it strongly on Marietta’s breath too. That must be what it was. Evi had never seen her sister intoxicated before. This was new to her, and she wasn’t quite sure if she liked what she saw. Not that she didn’t want her sister to enjoy herself, but this wasn’t like Marietta at all.
“Hello, Marietta,” she replied with a small smile of her own as the girl reached down to hug her. “Yes it is rather wonderful in here. I’ve never been her before. So this is how the best of us live. I like it. No, Hebe and Sanasa aren’t with me. I came alone. I don’t know if they’re coming, to be honest.” She glanced around the room, wondering if she knew anyone else who was here. There were a couple of familiar faces, but she was glad of having Marietta here, even if she was a little drunk. Despite the years between them, they were both very close to each other, and she knew Marietta would have no problems with Evi hanging around with her and her friends.
The compliments though, they were a bit much. The girl flushed scarlet and made an attempt to shush her sister with a half irritated, half pleased expression. She tried the wine, just for something to do to distract her from the stream of dialogue coming out of Marietta’s mouth. Was she always this talkative when she was around her friends? “Yes, the wine is lovely…” Evi replied, but she didn’t really get it, all wine tasted much the same to her, if she was completely honest. She hadn’t been drinking for long enough to really understand the nuanced differences in the smells and tastes of alcohol.
“Hi Sofia, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said with a returning smile, weirdly feeling quite shy herself for some strange reason. Evi was still finding her feet in the world of court events and parties, learning to navigate her way around them all. She took another sip of her wine and enjoyed it more the second time around. “No,” she replied to Sofia, “I just arrived, the carriage just dropped me off.” Evi knew Sofia was just talking to her to be polite, and because Marietta had dragged her over, but the other girl’s smile seemed genuine, like she was interested in what Evi had to say.
Meeting one of Marietta’s friends was better than being thrust into the centre of the group, especially with Elias of Stravos standing over there a little ways off. She glanced over at him, her blush deepening somewhat as she stared at him, the man she had had a crush on as long a she could remember. Of course he didn’t look over, he barely knew she existed, but she still enjoyed looking at him from a distance. When Sofia asked if she had her eyes on anyone, Evi almost dropped her drink. “What? No! No of course not.” she replied far too quickly for it to be completely natural or believable.
She had barely entered and selected a drink before she was accosted by her sister. Marietta, so quiet and shy normally, was like a different person right now. For a moment, Evi barely recognised who was speaking to her. Evi squinted, trying to work out what it was that was causing this change in her. She glanced down to the goblet of wine in her sister’s hand. She could smell it strongly on Marietta’s breath too. That must be what it was. Evi had never seen her sister intoxicated before. This was new to her, and she wasn’t quite sure if she liked what she saw. Not that she didn’t want her sister to enjoy herself, but this wasn’t like Marietta at all.
“Hello, Marietta,” she replied with a small smile of her own as the girl reached down to hug her. “Yes it is rather wonderful in here. I’ve never been her before. So this is how the best of us live. I like it. No, Hebe and Sanasa aren’t with me. I came alone. I don’t know if they’re coming, to be honest.” She glanced around the room, wondering if she knew anyone else who was here. There were a couple of familiar faces, but she was glad of having Marietta here, even if she was a little drunk. Despite the years between them, they were both very close to each other, and she knew Marietta would have no problems with Evi hanging around with her and her friends.
The compliments though, they were a bit much. The girl flushed scarlet and made an attempt to shush her sister with a half irritated, half pleased expression. She tried the wine, just for something to do to distract her from the stream of dialogue coming out of Marietta’s mouth. Was she always this talkative when she was around her friends? “Yes, the wine is lovely…” Evi replied, but she didn’t really get it, all wine tasted much the same to her, if she was completely honest. She hadn’t been drinking for long enough to really understand the nuanced differences in the smells and tastes of alcohol.
“Hi Sofia, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said with a returning smile, weirdly feeling quite shy herself for some strange reason. Evi was still finding her feet in the world of court events and parties, learning to navigate her way around them all. She took another sip of her wine and enjoyed it more the second time around. “No,” she replied to Sofia, “I just arrived, the carriage just dropped me off.” Evi knew Sofia was just talking to her to be polite, and because Marietta had dragged her over, but the other girl’s smile seemed genuine, like she was interested in what Evi had to say.
Meeting one of Marietta’s friends was better than being thrust into the centre of the group, especially with Elias of Stravos standing over there a little ways off. She glanced over at him, her blush deepening somewhat as she stared at him, the man she had had a crush on as long a she could remember. Of course he didn’t look over, he barely knew she existed, but she still enjoyed looking at him from a distance. When Sofia asked if she had her eyes on anyone, Evi almost dropped her drink. “What? No! No of course not.” she replied far too quickly for it to be completely natural or believable.
As the entrance of she and her sister was gazed upon by the guests, Persephone was unfazed. Raised to be a princess - the first born, in fact, and a prime opportunity for profitable unions and marriages, Persephone was used to being stared at. But she hoped that her sister would adjust to such a gaze in her own way. For now, at the age of fifteen, she would be given that same assessing look by some; the measuring gaze that judged upon a future that she would have little enough control of herself. Not wishing to have Emilia's birthday spoiled by such thoughts, Persephone did not linger at her elbow or parrot on about how she must keep herself dignified at all times. She allowed her sister one final day of fun and enjoyment. It was her birthday. At least during this particular event and festivities she could hardly be penalised for enjoying herself.
Allowing her sister to join their father and moving a step backwards to remove herself a little from the limelight, Persephone descended the steps out back of the manor and moved down into the open grass and flower beds of the Arcana estate's grounds. Here, there and everywhere, guests mingled and music played. The smell of lavender was high in the air, lanterns were hung from garlands zig-zagged across the hedges and plants. When night eventually fell, they would be lit and the party would continue. Musicians were hidden in hedgerows and archways entertainment and spectacle when one came upon them and wished to become their audience, but background delights when they went unnoticed.
Her eyes skated the crowds as she moved, her social training ensuring that she fell into the old habit of making mental notes upon what she saw. Who was speaking with whom? Which of the families were staying clear of one another? Did the Lady Keela keep to herself by the refreshments table because she had had that falling out with the House of Arras or was she only fighting the urges that had led to comments regarding her expanding weight. Food was a great comfort to some, after all.
It was Persephone's duty and job to look after the people of Athenia - of high birth and low. And she couldn't complete said responsibilities to the best of her abilities if she wasn't informed. If she didn't know exactly what was happening around her and who sought what from others... she could not arrange for legalities, trades and changes that benefitted all in quite the same way as she did. It was her attention to detail and her ability to read people that made her an effective governess of the Court and stand in for her father when it came to negotiations of economy or politics.
Even if she was one of the rare women in the Senate.
At the approach of Iris - fortuitously timed given the direction of her thoughts - Persephone smiled and offered a friendly nod to the young girl's curtsy. She welcomed Iris with a warm and genuinely open expression.
"But of course, Lady Iris." She greeted her. "I should not have seen it as a celebration of all friends had you and your father been absent."
She looked towards where Takis of Argyris was speaking with her father. The two of them had been close friends for many years and the daughters of either had managed to fall into a similar relationship. Curiously, however, this had been done in their own manner, rather than through their paternal connection. With the both of them managing baronesses of their provinces - or the daughter of a baron that was unable to perform his duties at all times - the female pair had found themselves to hold much in common. And for that, Persephone was glad.
Noting the way that the young woman glanced back upon the reminders of her reason drama - drama that Persephone was not entirely certain she had all the facts regarding, as yet - she followed the woman's lead for a moment when she avoided speaking on the topic. Instead, conversation turned to the hunting dogs of Argyris, as Persephone took the chalice that Iris offered her.
"I think you flatter me, Lady Iris." She challenged. "I fear I was a terrible huntress and your hounds knew the truth of it." They had barely caught anything upon the hunt they had shared, for Persephone was a skilled rider and of equines but had not the practice to guide them through a forest silently. The dogs had to have known that. "Yet they were most affectionate in their remonstration." She agreed with a smile.
Her stare then drifted back towards the little group of the younger generation of Marikas, Stravos and Antonis. Despite her own age being in the same number of years as theirs, Persephone had never felt her own youth. She had grown mature beyond her years, learning faster than her number of summers might suggest and often thought of herself as belonging to a generation some ten years older than herself.
"I see that things have not grown more cordial between yourself and the Houses." She offered, a simple and elegant means of sparking a conversation about it.
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As the entrance of she and her sister was gazed upon by the guests, Persephone was unfazed. Raised to be a princess - the first born, in fact, and a prime opportunity for profitable unions and marriages, Persephone was used to being stared at. But she hoped that her sister would adjust to such a gaze in her own way. For now, at the age of fifteen, she would be given that same assessing look by some; the measuring gaze that judged upon a future that she would have little enough control of herself. Not wishing to have Emilia's birthday spoiled by such thoughts, Persephone did not linger at her elbow or parrot on about how she must keep herself dignified at all times. She allowed her sister one final day of fun and enjoyment. It was her birthday. At least during this particular event and festivities she could hardly be penalised for enjoying herself.
Allowing her sister to join their father and moving a step backwards to remove herself a little from the limelight, Persephone descended the steps out back of the manor and moved down into the open grass and flower beds of the Arcana estate's grounds. Here, there and everywhere, guests mingled and music played. The smell of lavender was high in the air, lanterns were hung from garlands zig-zagged across the hedges and plants. When night eventually fell, they would be lit and the party would continue. Musicians were hidden in hedgerows and archways entertainment and spectacle when one came upon them and wished to become their audience, but background delights when they went unnoticed.
Her eyes skated the crowds as she moved, her social training ensuring that she fell into the old habit of making mental notes upon what she saw. Who was speaking with whom? Which of the families were staying clear of one another? Did the Lady Keela keep to herself by the refreshments table because she had had that falling out with the House of Arras or was she only fighting the urges that had led to comments regarding her expanding weight. Food was a great comfort to some, after all.
It was Persephone's duty and job to look after the people of Athenia - of high birth and low. And she couldn't complete said responsibilities to the best of her abilities if she wasn't informed. If she didn't know exactly what was happening around her and who sought what from others... she could not arrange for legalities, trades and changes that benefitted all in quite the same way as she did. It was her attention to detail and her ability to read people that made her an effective governess of the Court and stand in for her father when it came to negotiations of economy or politics.
Even if she was one of the rare women in the Senate.
At the approach of Iris - fortuitously timed given the direction of her thoughts - Persephone smiled and offered a friendly nod to the young girl's curtsy. She welcomed Iris with a warm and genuinely open expression.
"But of course, Lady Iris." She greeted her. "I should not have seen it as a celebration of all friends had you and your father been absent."
She looked towards where Takis of Argyris was speaking with her father. The two of them had been close friends for many years and the daughters of either had managed to fall into a similar relationship. Curiously, however, this had been done in their own manner, rather than through their paternal connection. With the both of them managing baronesses of their provinces - or the daughter of a baron that was unable to perform his duties at all times - the female pair had found themselves to hold much in common. And for that, Persephone was glad.
Noting the way that the young woman glanced back upon the reminders of her reason drama - drama that Persephone was not entirely certain she had all the facts regarding, as yet - she followed the woman's lead for a moment when she avoided speaking on the topic. Instead, conversation turned to the hunting dogs of Argyris, as Persephone took the chalice that Iris offered her.
"I think you flatter me, Lady Iris." She challenged. "I fear I was a terrible huntress and your hounds knew the truth of it." They had barely caught anything upon the hunt they had shared, for Persephone was a skilled rider and of equines but had not the practice to guide them through a forest silently. The dogs had to have known that. "Yet they were most affectionate in their remonstration." She agreed with a smile.
Her stare then drifted back towards the little group of the younger generation of Marikas, Stravos and Antonis. Despite her own age being in the same number of years as theirs, Persephone had never felt her own youth. She had grown mature beyond her years, learning faster than her number of summers might suggest and often thought of herself as belonging to a generation some ten years older than herself.
"I see that things have not grown more cordial between yourself and the Houses." She offered, a simple and elegant means of sparking a conversation about it.
As the entrance of she and her sister was gazed upon by the guests, Persephone was unfazed. Raised to be a princess - the first born, in fact, and a prime opportunity for profitable unions and marriages, Persephone was used to being stared at. But she hoped that her sister would adjust to such a gaze in her own way. For now, at the age of fifteen, she would be given that same assessing look by some; the measuring gaze that judged upon a future that she would have little enough control of herself. Not wishing to have Emilia's birthday spoiled by such thoughts, Persephone did not linger at her elbow or parrot on about how she must keep herself dignified at all times. She allowed her sister one final day of fun and enjoyment. It was her birthday. At least during this particular event and festivities she could hardly be penalised for enjoying herself.
Allowing her sister to join their father and moving a step backwards to remove herself a little from the limelight, Persephone descended the steps out back of the manor and moved down into the open grass and flower beds of the Arcana estate's grounds. Here, there and everywhere, guests mingled and music played. The smell of lavender was high in the air, lanterns were hung from garlands zig-zagged across the hedges and plants. When night eventually fell, they would be lit and the party would continue. Musicians were hidden in hedgerows and archways entertainment and spectacle when one came upon them and wished to become their audience, but background delights when they went unnoticed.
Her eyes skated the crowds as she moved, her social training ensuring that she fell into the old habit of making mental notes upon what she saw. Who was speaking with whom? Which of the families were staying clear of one another? Did the Lady Keela keep to herself by the refreshments table because she had had that falling out with the House of Arras or was she only fighting the urges that had led to comments regarding her expanding weight. Food was a great comfort to some, after all.
It was Persephone's duty and job to look after the people of Athenia - of high birth and low. And she couldn't complete said responsibilities to the best of her abilities if she wasn't informed. If she didn't know exactly what was happening around her and who sought what from others... she could not arrange for legalities, trades and changes that benefitted all in quite the same way as she did. It was her attention to detail and her ability to read people that made her an effective governess of the Court and stand in for her father when it came to negotiations of economy or politics.
Even if she was one of the rare women in the Senate.
At the approach of Iris - fortuitously timed given the direction of her thoughts - Persephone smiled and offered a friendly nod to the young girl's curtsy. She welcomed Iris with a warm and genuinely open expression.
"But of course, Lady Iris." She greeted her. "I should not have seen it as a celebration of all friends had you and your father been absent."
She looked towards where Takis of Argyris was speaking with her father. The two of them had been close friends for many years and the daughters of either had managed to fall into a similar relationship. Curiously, however, this had been done in their own manner, rather than through their paternal connection. With the both of them managing baronesses of their provinces - or the daughter of a baron that was unable to perform his duties at all times - the female pair had found themselves to hold much in common. And for that, Persephone was glad.
Noting the way that the young woman glanced back upon the reminders of her reason drama - drama that Persephone was not entirely certain she had all the facts regarding, as yet - she followed the woman's lead for a moment when she avoided speaking on the topic. Instead, conversation turned to the hunting dogs of Argyris, as Persephone took the chalice that Iris offered her.
"I think you flatter me, Lady Iris." She challenged. "I fear I was a terrible huntress and your hounds knew the truth of it." They had barely caught anything upon the hunt they had shared, for Persephone was a skilled rider and of equines but had not the practice to guide them through a forest silently. The dogs had to have known that. "Yet they were most affectionate in their remonstration." She agreed with a smile.
Her stare then drifted back towards the little group of the younger generation of Marikas, Stravos and Antonis. Despite her own age being in the same number of years as theirs, Persephone had never felt her own youth. She had grown mature beyond her years, learning faster than her number of summers might suggest and often thought of herself as belonging to a generation some ten years older than herself.
"I see that things have not grown more cordial between yourself and the Houses." She offered, a simple and elegant means of sparking a conversation about it.
Emilia itched to go and socialize, but despite her eagerness, young Emilia also knew that she could not just hie away when her father was obviously speaking to a member of the nobility as she stood there. She's watched her sister enough to remember Persephone always stood the perfect example of a marble hewn statue until her father saw fit to introduce the two daughters, and to make small talk for a little while before she left.
See, she knew all of this practically, but theoretically she just wanted to go, especially as more people seemed to be arriving. Fidgety and twitchy even as she stood by the side whilst conversation carried on, her eyes were everywhere but on her father and sister and the lord of Aetaea they seemed to be having a conversation with. Instead, Emilia's hazel gaze was riveted on the lady of Antonis, the one she had identified to be Marietta. Seemingly extremely exuberant, although for what reason Emilia had yet to identify, the brunette widened her eyes when the Antonis daughter gestured wildly around at the gardens and moved every which way as if looking for something.
Using her hands to hide a small laugh when more antics of others around the gardens amused her, Emilia jumped with a little start when she noticed a different voice entering the conversation. Her sister would have words with her if she didn't pay attention!
Realizing it was Rafail of Marikas who had now approached to greet her father, Emilia in turn waited for her turn, and returned the smile as was appropriate when the young lord greeted her. A flush dusted her cheeks, delighted light sparkling in her gaze when the young lord extended a small box. Already eager and with an eye for men at her young age, Emilia was obviously quickly smitten as she opened the box and gave a pretty gasp at the necklace that was nestled, further colored by his decorative words.
"My greatest thanks, Lord Rafail. It is very finely chosen." Emilia's response was appropriate amounts of shy but delighted as she delicately brushed her fingers upon it, and then flashed a smile at the lord, before turning to her father with pleading eyes. Luckily for her, her father was more indulgent with it being her birthday, and with a warning to remain with the thick of the guests, Emilia was allowed to mingle, and grinned as she made her way down the steps away from dry conversation. "Perhaps you'd care to join me, my lord? It would seem I have missed much of the fun while accompanying my father." she offered to Rafail, a friendly smile upon her lips.
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Emilia itched to go and socialize, but despite her eagerness, young Emilia also knew that she could not just hie away when her father was obviously speaking to a member of the nobility as she stood there. She's watched her sister enough to remember Persephone always stood the perfect example of a marble hewn statue until her father saw fit to introduce the two daughters, and to make small talk for a little while before she left.
See, she knew all of this practically, but theoretically she just wanted to go, especially as more people seemed to be arriving. Fidgety and twitchy even as she stood by the side whilst conversation carried on, her eyes were everywhere but on her father and sister and the lord of Aetaea they seemed to be having a conversation with. Instead, Emilia's hazel gaze was riveted on the lady of Antonis, the one she had identified to be Marietta. Seemingly extremely exuberant, although for what reason Emilia had yet to identify, the brunette widened her eyes when the Antonis daughter gestured wildly around at the gardens and moved every which way as if looking for something.
Using her hands to hide a small laugh when more antics of others around the gardens amused her, Emilia jumped with a little start when she noticed a different voice entering the conversation. Her sister would have words with her if she didn't pay attention!
Realizing it was Rafail of Marikas who had now approached to greet her father, Emilia in turn waited for her turn, and returned the smile as was appropriate when the young lord greeted her. A flush dusted her cheeks, delighted light sparkling in her gaze when the young lord extended a small box. Already eager and with an eye for men at her young age, Emilia was obviously quickly smitten as she opened the box and gave a pretty gasp at the necklace that was nestled, further colored by his decorative words.
"My greatest thanks, Lord Rafail. It is very finely chosen." Emilia's response was appropriate amounts of shy but delighted as she delicately brushed her fingers upon it, and then flashed a smile at the lord, before turning to her father with pleading eyes. Luckily for her, her father was more indulgent with it being her birthday, and with a warning to remain with the thick of the guests, Emilia was allowed to mingle, and grinned as she made her way down the steps away from dry conversation. "Perhaps you'd care to join me, my lord? It would seem I have missed much of the fun while accompanying my father." she offered to Rafail, a friendly smile upon her lips.
Emilia itched to go and socialize, but despite her eagerness, young Emilia also knew that she could not just hie away when her father was obviously speaking to a member of the nobility as she stood there. She's watched her sister enough to remember Persephone always stood the perfect example of a marble hewn statue until her father saw fit to introduce the two daughters, and to make small talk for a little while before she left.
See, she knew all of this practically, but theoretically she just wanted to go, especially as more people seemed to be arriving. Fidgety and twitchy even as she stood by the side whilst conversation carried on, her eyes were everywhere but on her father and sister and the lord of Aetaea they seemed to be having a conversation with. Instead, Emilia's hazel gaze was riveted on the lady of Antonis, the one she had identified to be Marietta. Seemingly extremely exuberant, although for what reason Emilia had yet to identify, the brunette widened her eyes when the Antonis daughter gestured wildly around at the gardens and moved every which way as if looking for something.
Using her hands to hide a small laugh when more antics of others around the gardens amused her, Emilia jumped with a little start when she noticed a different voice entering the conversation. Her sister would have words with her if she didn't pay attention!
Realizing it was Rafail of Marikas who had now approached to greet her father, Emilia in turn waited for her turn, and returned the smile as was appropriate when the young lord greeted her. A flush dusted her cheeks, delighted light sparkling in her gaze when the young lord extended a small box. Already eager and with an eye for men at her young age, Emilia was obviously quickly smitten as she opened the box and gave a pretty gasp at the necklace that was nestled, further colored by his decorative words.
"My greatest thanks, Lord Rafail. It is very finely chosen." Emilia's response was appropriate amounts of shy but delighted as she delicately brushed her fingers upon it, and then flashed a smile at the lord, before turning to her father with pleading eyes. Luckily for her, her father was more indulgent with it being her birthday, and with a warning to remain with the thick of the guests, Emilia was allowed to mingle, and grinned as she made her way down the steps away from dry conversation. "Perhaps you'd care to join me, my lord? It would seem I have missed much of the fun while accompanying my father." she offered to Rafail, a friendly smile upon her lips.
The White Shields of Arcana knew their duty - serve and protect the Xanthos while in residence. The moment word came to him of the planned celebrations at the Kalospiti, Hector and his unit set to work in preparation for the event. Men were placed on one of three duties, interior, exterior, and out within the province for the evening. Every piece of armor and every uniform was shined and pressed to perfection, each element of metal catching the rays of moonlight as it rose into the night sky.
Security was of the utmost importance at these events, and as such, many of his men were on the quiet patrols of the grounds, ensuring that any who drifted outdoors for the event would feel the comfort in their presence. Hector, and his lieutenants, among others of higher rank, were charged with the interior security. The more detailed ornamentation of their higher ranks seemed to fit in better amongst the nobles.
Not a single item was out of place on his person, from his Xanthos' colored himation draped across his Captain's cuirass, to the particular cut and shave he had secured earlier in the day. He was not actively standing guard for this event, as he once did as a recruit, but with his position, he was granted the freedom to mill about the room.
Over the years in his position, he was at least known by rank, if not by name among the nobility of Athenia. He served his purpose of representing the military standard of the Xanthos barony in Arcana, with a charming smile and just enough charisma to keep conversation pleasant, cordial, and short, often excusing himself to attend to his duty of paying keen attention to any issue that could arise in the room.
For example, while it was not an issue per se, Hector had immediately noticed the, well, volume that accompanied a rather jovial gaggle of young nobles. They spilled into the room with flush faces and bright smiles, laughing and talking with a heightened sense of excitement that was usually far more demure under normal circumstances.
However, it was not hard to tell that they were quite drunk. Athenians were never really the kind to cause a full-fledge scene in social events, but nevertheless, Hector had once been an overdrinking adolescent as well, and knew how the moments that got out of hand were never really meant to get out of hand.
Hector did not make a direct line towards the grouping, but did manage to circle his way around towards them, noting a few had drifted onward, leaving Lady Marietta, Lady Evi, and Lady Sofia standing together. With a cordial smile and an appropriate bow, Hector greeted them.
"My Ladies, I hope your night in Arcana is going well, thusfar." He smiled first to Lady Evi, then to Lady Sofia, before turning to Lady Marietta, his brows raising slightly with interest as he spoke, "Lady Marietta, how does your ankle fare? Are you healing well?"
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The White Shields of Arcana knew their duty - serve and protect the Xanthos while in residence. The moment word came to him of the planned celebrations at the Kalospiti, Hector and his unit set to work in preparation for the event. Men were placed on one of three duties, interior, exterior, and out within the province for the evening. Every piece of armor and every uniform was shined and pressed to perfection, each element of metal catching the rays of moonlight as it rose into the night sky.
Security was of the utmost importance at these events, and as such, many of his men were on the quiet patrols of the grounds, ensuring that any who drifted outdoors for the event would feel the comfort in their presence. Hector, and his lieutenants, among others of higher rank, were charged with the interior security. The more detailed ornamentation of their higher ranks seemed to fit in better amongst the nobles.
Not a single item was out of place on his person, from his Xanthos' colored himation draped across his Captain's cuirass, to the particular cut and shave he had secured earlier in the day. He was not actively standing guard for this event, as he once did as a recruit, but with his position, he was granted the freedom to mill about the room.
Over the years in his position, he was at least known by rank, if not by name among the nobility of Athenia. He served his purpose of representing the military standard of the Xanthos barony in Arcana, with a charming smile and just enough charisma to keep conversation pleasant, cordial, and short, often excusing himself to attend to his duty of paying keen attention to any issue that could arise in the room.
For example, while it was not an issue per se, Hector had immediately noticed the, well, volume that accompanied a rather jovial gaggle of young nobles. They spilled into the room with flush faces and bright smiles, laughing and talking with a heightened sense of excitement that was usually far more demure under normal circumstances.
However, it was not hard to tell that they were quite drunk. Athenians were never really the kind to cause a full-fledge scene in social events, but nevertheless, Hector had once been an overdrinking adolescent as well, and knew how the moments that got out of hand were never really meant to get out of hand.
Hector did not make a direct line towards the grouping, but did manage to circle his way around towards them, noting a few had drifted onward, leaving Lady Marietta, Lady Evi, and Lady Sofia standing together. With a cordial smile and an appropriate bow, Hector greeted them.
"My Ladies, I hope your night in Arcana is going well, thusfar." He smiled first to Lady Evi, then to Lady Sofia, before turning to Lady Marietta, his brows raising slightly with interest as he spoke, "Lady Marietta, how does your ankle fare? Are you healing well?"
The White Shields of Arcana knew their duty - serve and protect the Xanthos while in residence. The moment word came to him of the planned celebrations at the Kalospiti, Hector and his unit set to work in preparation for the event. Men were placed on one of three duties, interior, exterior, and out within the province for the evening. Every piece of armor and every uniform was shined and pressed to perfection, each element of metal catching the rays of moonlight as it rose into the night sky.
Security was of the utmost importance at these events, and as such, many of his men were on the quiet patrols of the grounds, ensuring that any who drifted outdoors for the event would feel the comfort in their presence. Hector, and his lieutenants, among others of higher rank, were charged with the interior security. The more detailed ornamentation of their higher ranks seemed to fit in better amongst the nobles.
Not a single item was out of place on his person, from his Xanthos' colored himation draped across his Captain's cuirass, to the particular cut and shave he had secured earlier in the day. He was not actively standing guard for this event, as he once did as a recruit, but with his position, he was granted the freedom to mill about the room.
Over the years in his position, he was at least known by rank, if not by name among the nobility of Athenia. He served his purpose of representing the military standard of the Xanthos barony in Arcana, with a charming smile and just enough charisma to keep conversation pleasant, cordial, and short, often excusing himself to attend to his duty of paying keen attention to any issue that could arise in the room.
For example, while it was not an issue per se, Hector had immediately noticed the, well, volume that accompanied a rather jovial gaggle of young nobles. They spilled into the room with flush faces and bright smiles, laughing and talking with a heightened sense of excitement that was usually far more demure under normal circumstances.
However, it was not hard to tell that they were quite drunk. Athenians were never really the kind to cause a full-fledge scene in social events, but nevertheless, Hector had once been an overdrinking adolescent as well, and knew how the moments that got out of hand were never really meant to get out of hand.
Hector did not make a direct line towards the grouping, but did manage to circle his way around towards them, noting a few had drifted onward, leaving Lady Marietta, Lady Evi, and Lady Sofia standing together. With a cordial smile and an appropriate bow, Hector greeted them.
"My Ladies, I hope your night in Arcana is going well, thusfar." He smiled first to Lady Evi, then to Lady Sofia, before turning to Lady Marietta, his brows raising slightly with interest as he spoke, "Lady Marietta, how does your ankle fare? Are you healing well?"
Everything her sister said went in one ear and out the other. Because Marietta was in danger. She was in mortal danger and if something wasn’t done quickly this might be the last day Marietta had to live. Her sister was about to witness her demise. And the worst part about it- people wouldn’t mourn her. Instead, they would laugh. Because Marietta was going to die in the most humiliating way possible.
By having a crush on a commoner.
There he was. Hector of Arcana. Marietta knew having a crush on him was improper. And being proper was something she prided herself in. (Never mind that she was completely drunk at this current point in time. That had more to do with the fact that Sofia and Elias were clearly the spawn of Hades sent to torment her.) But there was just something about him that caused Marietta’s throat to tighten and her heart to go wild. He had a rugged handsomeness you would not typically find in nobles. He had experience. He wasn’t like the boys that surrounded the Lady. He has seen a world beyond Athenia and had tales most others did not have. And he was so chivalrous. Even when saving Marietta from the storm, he was kind and cared. He did his best to be proper even in the direst of circumstances.
Marietta was not like her friends. She did not have joy in flirting. It wasn’t like she didn’t admire men. Marietta had eyes. But she had one major issue. That issue would be her downfall.
Hector got closer and closer. She felt her face get redder and redder. And then he spoke. He greeted everyone, but then he asked Marietta a direct question.
Hiccup.
And this would be the last day Marietta would live, for she will dig her own grave and gladly lay in it. Her hand gently moved to her lips. Hiccup. “It’s been quite swore- I mean sore. But I’ve been putting the balm your brother gave on it daily.” Her tongue felt so heavy, and Marietta did not know if it was because of her nerves or because of the alcohol.
Why did he have to approach her when she was standing with her little sister and best friend? Why could he not have gone to her when she was alone at the drink table? Why oh why did they finally have to see each other now?
And why was Marietta not going quiet? For she opened her mouth, and before her brain could catch with her tongue, she spoke, “Have you ever considered not being poor? This would be much easier, you know.” This crush- oh gods, what did she just say? She.. what… oh…
Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup! Her chest felt like it was going to explode. Marietta moved behind Sofia and buried her face into her back so that Captain Hector could not see how deeply red it was. She could not control her hiccups no matter how hard she tried. Marietta was a wreck.
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Everything her sister said went in one ear and out the other. Because Marietta was in danger. She was in mortal danger and if something wasn’t done quickly this might be the last day Marietta had to live. Her sister was about to witness her demise. And the worst part about it- people wouldn’t mourn her. Instead, they would laugh. Because Marietta was going to die in the most humiliating way possible.
By having a crush on a commoner.
There he was. Hector of Arcana. Marietta knew having a crush on him was improper. And being proper was something she prided herself in. (Never mind that she was completely drunk at this current point in time. That had more to do with the fact that Sofia and Elias were clearly the spawn of Hades sent to torment her.) But there was just something about him that caused Marietta’s throat to tighten and her heart to go wild. He had a rugged handsomeness you would not typically find in nobles. He had experience. He wasn’t like the boys that surrounded the Lady. He has seen a world beyond Athenia and had tales most others did not have. And he was so chivalrous. Even when saving Marietta from the storm, he was kind and cared. He did his best to be proper even in the direst of circumstances.
Marietta was not like her friends. She did not have joy in flirting. It wasn’t like she didn’t admire men. Marietta had eyes. But she had one major issue. That issue would be her downfall.
Hector got closer and closer. She felt her face get redder and redder. And then he spoke. He greeted everyone, but then he asked Marietta a direct question.
Hiccup.
And this would be the last day Marietta would live, for she will dig her own grave and gladly lay in it. Her hand gently moved to her lips. Hiccup. “It’s been quite swore- I mean sore. But I’ve been putting the balm your brother gave on it daily.” Her tongue felt so heavy, and Marietta did not know if it was because of her nerves or because of the alcohol.
Why did he have to approach her when she was standing with her little sister and best friend? Why could he not have gone to her when she was alone at the drink table? Why oh why did they finally have to see each other now?
And why was Marietta not going quiet? For she opened her mouth, and before her brain could catch with her tongue, she spoke, “Have you ever considered not being poor? This would be much easier, you know.” This crush- oh gods, what did she just say? She.. what… oh…
Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup! Her chest felt like it was going to explode. Marietta moved behind Sofia and buried her face into her back so that Captain Hector could not see how deeply red it was. She could not control her hiccups no matter how hard she tried. Marietta was a wreck.
Everything her sister said went in one ear and out the other. Because Marietta was in danger. She was in mortal danger and if something wasn’t done quickly this might be the last day Marietta had to live. Her sister was about to witness her demise. And the worst part about it- people wouldn’t mourn her. Instead, they would laugh. Because Marietta was going to die in the most humiliating way possible.
By having a crush on a commoner.
There he was. Hector of Arcana. Marietta knew having a crush on him was improper. And being proper was something she prided herself in. (Never mind that she was completely drunk at this current point in time. That had more to do with the fact that Sofia and Elias were clearly the spawn of Hades sent to torment her.) But there was just something about him that caused Marietta’s throat to tighten and her heart to go wild. He had a rugged handsomeness you would not typically find in nobles. He had experience. He wasn’t like the boys that surrounded the Lady. He has seen a world beyond Athenia and had tales most others did not have. And he was so chivalrous. Even when saving Marietta from the storm, he was kind and cared. He did his best to be proper even in the direst of circumstances.
Marietta was not like her friends. She did not have joy in flirting. It wasn’t like she didn’t admire men. Marietta had eyes. But she had one major issue. That issue would be her downfall.
Hector got closer and closer. She felt her face get redder and redder. And then he spoke. He greeted everyone, but then he asked Marietta a direct question.
Hiccup.
And this would be the last day Marietta would live, for she will dig her own grave and gladly lay in it. Her hand gently moved to her lips. Hiccup. “It’s been quite swore- I mean sore. But I’ve been putting the balm your brother gave on it daily.” Her tongue felt so heavy, and Marietta did not know if it was because of her nerves or because of the alcohol.
Why did he have to approach her when she was standing with her little sister and best friend? Why could he not have gone to her when she was alone at the drink table? Why oh why did they finally have to see each other now?
And why was Marietta not going quiet? For she opened her mouth, and before her brain could catch with her tongue, she spoke, “Have you ever considered not being poor? This would be much easier, you know.” This crush- oh gods, what did she just say? She.. what… oh…
Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup! Her chest felt like it was going to explode. Marietta moved behind Sofia and buried her face into her back so that Captain Hector could not see how deeply red it was. She could not control her hiccups no matter how hard she tried. Marietta was a wreck.
Her sister was a weird one. The alcohol was definitely seeming to affect her judgement. She wasn’t even paying attention to her. Instead, her eyes were looking off into the room, appearing to look at one man in particular, a man who was approaching them. Evi frowned, wondering who this man was. He didn’t look familiar, not to Evi, but Marietta clearly knew him. She seemed to wobble on the spot and Evi wondered if she might take the drink away from her. Surely she had had enough.
The man spoke to Marietta and Evi blinked. She had not even been aware that Marietta had injured herself. “What happened?” She asked her sister quietly, wondering why she did not know. Was there something untoward about the injury? Marietta spoke with a think tongue, the words coming out wrong and, when they were right, they were slurred. Evi wasn’t sure what ti make of it.
And then Marietta spoke again and Evi’s eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets in surprise at what her older sister had just said. “Marietta!” Evi exclaimed before she could stop herself. She was shocked that her sister could be so blunt, so callous as to a man’s station. It had to be the alcohol, or so she hoped.
Her sister moved, a childish gesture of trying to hid behind another person. Evi watched, still horrified at the unfolding events. Marietta had never been good at large social interactions and events: she much preferred her own company, or the company of one of her sisters as she tinkered with different things around the house. But this was extreme even for her.
Evi glanced around, wondering if there was anyone else she knew and she could go and talk to. She saw a few faces, but then thought better of it - she should try to salvage the situation. “Thank you, Sir, I gather you helped my sister when she was injured? That was a great kindness. I am grateful to you.” She extended a hand, “I’m Evi, Marietta’s sister.” The request was implicit, she wanted to know the name of this man who had Marietta so flustered.
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Her sister was a weird one. The alcohol was definitely seeming to affect her judgement. She wasn’t even paying attention to her. Instead, her eyes were looking off into the room, appearing to look at one man in particular, a man who was approaching them. Evi frowned, wondering who this man was. He didn’t look familiar, not to Evi, but Marietta clearly knew him. She seemed to wobble on the spot and Evi wondered if she might take the drink away from her. Surely she had had enough.
The man spoke to Marietta and Evi blinked. She had not even been aware that Marietta had injured herself. “What happened?” She asked her sister quietly, wondering why she did not know. Was there something untoward about the injury? Marietta spoke with a think tongue, the words coming out wrong and, when they were right, they were slurred. Evi wasn’t sure what ti make of it.
And then Marietta spoke again and Evi’s eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets in surprise at what her older sister had just said. “Marietta!” Evi exclaimed before she could stop herself. She was shocked that her sister could be so blunt, so callous as to a man’s station. It had to be the alcohol, or so she hoped.
Her sister moved, a childish gesture of trying to hid behind another person. Evi watched, still horrified at the unfolding events. Marietta had never been good at large social interactions and events: she much preferred her own company, or the company of one of her sisters as she tinkered with different things around the house. But this was extreme even for her.
Evi glanced around, wondering if there was anyone else she knew and she could go and talk to. She saw a few faces, but then thought better of it - she should try to salvage the situation. “Thank you, Sir, I gather you helped my sister when she was injured? That was a great kindness. I am grateful to you.” She extended a hand, “I’m Evi, Marietta’s sister.” The request was implicit, she wanted to know the name of this man who had Marietta so flustered.
Her sister was a weird one. The alcohol was definitely seeming to affect her judgement. She wasn’t even paying attention to her. Instead, her eyes were looking off into the room, appearing to look at one man in particular, a man who was approaching them. Evi frowned, wondering who this man was. He didn’t look familiar, not to Evi, but Marietta clearly knew him. She seemed to wobble on the spot and Evi wondered if she might take the drink away from her. Surely she had had enough.
The man spoke to Marietta and Evi blinked. She had not even been aware that Marietta had injured herself. “What happened?” She asked her sister quietly, wondering why she did not know. Was there something untoward about the injury? Marietta spoke with a think tongue, the words coming out wrong and, when they were right, they were slurred. Evi wasn’t sure what ti make of it.
And then Marietta spoke again and Evi’s eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets in surprise at what her older sister had just said. “Marietta!” Evi exclaimed before she could stop herself. She was shocked that her sister could be so blunt, so callous as to a man’s station. It had to be the alcohol, or so she hoped.
Her sister moved, a childish gesture of trying to hid behind another person. Evi watched, still horrified at the unfolding events. Marietta had never been good at large social interactions and events: she much preferred her own company, or the company of one of her sisters as she tinkered with different things around the house. But this was extreme even for her.
Evi glanced around, wondering if there was anyone else she knew and she could go and talk to. She saw a few faces, but then thought better of it - she should try to salvage the situation. “Thank you, Sir, I gather you helped my sister when she was injured? That was a great kindness. I am grateful to you.” She extended a hand, “I’m Evi, Marietta’s sister.” The request was implicit, she wanted to know the name of this man who had Marietta so flustered.
Evi was adorable. Sofia felt the drunken urge to squish the younger girl’s cheeks or pat her head or something equally patronizing and rude. Not that she meant it in a weird way. Ugh, wine. It was just that Sofia could nearly feel the nervous energy coming off of the girl. It made sense for her to be Marietta’s sister. Sofia loved Etta and found her shyness endearing, so it only made sense for at least one of her sisters to be shy, too. Right?
“Good, good,” she smiled, relieved that Evi had not been standing here lonely for too long. Was this the girl’s first party? It was possible. Sofia hoped she found a way to spice it up, though she herself was far too invested in her own evening to offer much further assistance. A sweet girl. Not much else to say. She took a slow sip from her nearly empty glass and giggled, trying to follow Evi’s gaze. So she did have her eye on someone! How adorable. “Of course not,” she repeated, still smiling broadly. There were too many men in that direction to tell who the girl was looking at. Not that there could ever truly be too many men. Particularly military men, though there didn’t seem to be many of those around.
My Ladies. She spoke…thought too soon. Sofia saw her best friend go pink and even in her inebriated state, she knew this could not be good. Marietta and a crush would be bad enough on its own, but drunken Marietta next to a crush she far outranked in every way? Sofia braced herself for the inevitable crash. Might as well enjoy it. “Captain,” she acknowledged, though her eyes stayed firmly on Marietta. The thought crossed her mind that she ought to drag her friend away now, before the damage was done. But then she would have to pull Marietta along with her for ages to make sure she stayed away from the captain and Sofia had grandiose plans for her evening.
And then Marietta of Antonis started talking, and all of Sofia’s plans disappeared like an extinguished candle. The telltale hiccups started. Sofia giggled nervously and met the captain’s eye, trying to force him to leave in an intense stare that probably just looked goofy. Have you ever considered not being poor? It happened. Sofia of Marikas snorted. Gods, being polite was so much more difficult drunk. She turned the snort into a short series of coughs that would hopefully cover some of the ensuing hiccups, too, but Marietta seemed determined to make everything worse. She had moved behind her and was actually hiding from a commoner! Sofia was embarrassed on everyone’s behalf, not least of all Evi’s. The poor girl’s first party was turning into a disgrace!
She had to do something. Now. Evi was trying, mostly in vain, to diffuse the situation. This kind of thing required a practiced hand. “Apologies, Captain, Lady Marietta meant no offense.” Sofia straightened herself to her full height, trying to keep her friend hidden. “Wine is a tricky companion, especially when used to dull the pain of an injury.” She smiled at the man, though her eyes remained steely. He must know better than to challenge her.
“In fact, I think Lady Marietta has been standing on her ankle for a bit too long tonight. I will see her to her carriage to rest, if you will excuse us.” Giving Evi a knowing look—poor girl, Sofia hoped she would be alright on her own—Sofia took a few careful steps back and turned, pushing Marietta in front of her towards the exit. There was no chance of salvaging the night, after all. Not when her friend was sure to be a hiccupping mess for at least another hour. As she guided Marietta back into the waiting carriage, Sofia threw a longing glance back at the festivities. Lavender and gorgeous clothes and stolen kisses that would never come to pass now. But mostly… what a waste of good wine.
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Evi was adorable. Sofia felt the drunken urge to squish the younger girl’s cheeks or pat her head or something equally patronizing and rude. Not that she meant it in a weird way. Ugh, wine. It was just that Sofia could nearly feel the nervous energy coming off of the girl. It made sense for her to be Marietta’s sister. Sofia loved Etta and found her shyness endearing, so it only made sense for at least one of her sisters to be shy, too. Right?
“Good, good,” she smiled, relieved that Evi had not been standing here lonely for too long. Was this the girl’s first party? It was possible. Sofia hoped she found a way to spice it up, though she herself was far too invested in her own evening to offer much further assistance. A sweet girl. Not much else to say. She took a slow sip from her nearly empty glass and giggled, trying to follow Evi’s gaze. So she did have her eye on someone! How adorable. “Of course not,” she repeated, still smiling broadly. There were too many men in that direction to tell who the girl was looking at. Not that there could ever truly be too many men. Particularly military men, though there didn’t seem to be many of those around.
My Ladies. She spoke…thought too soon. Sofia saw her best friend go pink and even in her inebriated state, she knew this could not be good. Marietta and a crush would be bad enough on its own, but drunken Marietta next to a crush she far outranked in every way? Sofia braced herself for the inevitable crash. Might as well enjoy it. “Captain,” she acknowledged, though her eyes stayed firmly on Marietta. The thought crossed her mind that she ought to drag her friend away now, before the damage was done. But then she would have to pull Marietta along with her for ages to make sure she stayed away from the captain and Sofia had grandiose plans for her evening.
And then Marietta of Antonis started talking, and all of Sofia’s plans disappeared like an extinguished candle. The telltale hiccups started. Sofia giggled nervously and met the captain’s eye, trying to force him to leave in an intense stare that probably just looked goofy. Have you ever considered not being poor? It happened. Sofia of Marikas snorted. Gods, being polite was so much more difficult drunk. She turned the snort into a short series of coughs that would hopefully cover some of the ensuing hiccups, too, but Marietta seemed determined to make everything worse. She had moved behind her and was actually hiding from a commoner! Sofia was embarrassed on everyone’s behalf, not least of all Evi’s. The poor girl’s first party was turning into a disgrace!
She had to do something. Now. Evi was trying, mostly in vain, to diffuse the situation. This kind of thing required a practiced hand. “Apologies, Captain, Lady Marietta meant no offense.” Sofia straightened herself to her full height, trying to keep her friend hidden. “Wine is a tricky companion, especially when used to dull the pain of an injury.” She smiled at the man, though her eyes remained steely. He must know better than to challenge her.
“In fact, I think Lady Marietta has been standing on her ankle for a bit too long tonight. I will see her to her carriage to rest, if you will excuse us.” Giving Evi a knowing look—poor girl, Sofia hoped she would be alright on her own—Sofia took a few careful steps back and turned, pushing Marietta in front of her towards the exit. There was no chance of salvaging the night, after all. Not when her friend was sure to be a hiccupping mess for at least another hour. As she guided Marietta back into the waiting carriage, Sofia threw a longing glance back at the festivities. Lavender and gorgeous clothes and stolen kisses that would never come to pass now. But mostly… what a waste of good wine.
Evi was adorable. Sofia felt the drunken urge to squish the younger girl’s cheeks or pat her head or something equally patronizing and rude. Not that she meant it in a weird way. Ugh, wine. It was just that Sofia could nearly feel the nervous energy coming off of the girl. It made sense for her to be Marietta’s sister. Sofia loved Etta and found her shyness endearing, so it only made sense for at least one of her sisters to be shy, too. Right?
“Good, good,” she smiled, relieved that Evi had not been standing here lonely for too long. Was this the girl’s first party? It was possible. Sofia hoped she found a way to spice it up, though she herself was far too invested in her own evening to offer much further assistance. A sweet girl. Not much else to say. She took a slow sip from her nearly empty glass and giggled, trying to follow Evi’s gaze. So she did have her eye on someone! How adorable. “Of course not,” she repeated, still smiling broadly. There were too many men in that direction to tell who the girl was looking at. Not that there could ever truly be too many men. Particularly military men, though there didn’t seem to be many of those around.
My Ladies. She spoke…thought too soon. Sofia saw her best friend go pink and even in her inebriated state, she knew this could not be good. Marietta and a crush would be bad enough on its own, but drunken Marietta next to a crush she far outranked in every way? Sofia braced herself for the inevitable crash. Might as well enjoy it. “Captain,” she acknowledged, though her eyes stayed firmly on Marietta. The thought crossed her mind that she ought to drag her friend away now, before the damage was done. But then she would have to pull Marietta along with her for ages to make sure she stayed away from the captain and Sofia had grandiose plans for her evening.
And then Marietta of Antonis started talking, and all of Sofia’s plans disappeared like an extinguished candle. The telltale hiccups started. Sofia giggled nervously and met the captain’s eye, trying to force him to leave in an intense stare that probably just looked goofy. Have you ever considered not being poor? It happened. Sofia of Marikas snorted. Gods, being polite was so much more difficult drunk. She turned the snort into a short series of coughs that would hopefully cover some of the ensuing hiccups, too, but Marietta seemed determined to make everything worse. She had moved behind her and was actually hiding from a commoner! Sofia was embarrassed on everyone’s behalf, not least of all Evi’s. The poor girl’s first party was turning into a disgrace!
She had to do something. Now. Evi was trying, mostly in vain, to diffuse the situation. This kind of thing required a practiced hand. “Apologies, Captain, Lady Marietta meant no offense.” Sofia straightened herself to her full height, trying to keep her friend hidden. “Wine is a tricky companion, especially when used to dull the pain of an injury.” She smiled at the man, though her eyes remained steely. He must know better than to challenge her.
“In fact, I think Lady Marietta has been standing on her ankle for a bit too long tonight. I will see her to her carriage to rest, if you will excuse us.” Giving Evi a knowing look—poor girl, Sofia hoped she would be alright on her own—Sofia took a few careful steps back and turned, pushing Marietta in front of her towards the exit. There was no chance of salvaging the night, after all. Not when her friend was sure to be a hiccupping mess for at least another hour. As she guided Marietta back into the waiting carriage, Sofia threw a longing glance back at the festivities. Lavender and gorgeous clothes and stolen kisses that would never come to pass now. But mostly… what a waste of good wine.
Princess Persephone was a great comfort to Iris. In a situation where she didn't know where to stand or who to speak to, it was comforting to be able to mingle with the one person who made her feel somewhat safe in court. Only 25, but with an immense weight upon her shoulders, Iris couldn't seem to reconnect herself with the people that she had mistakenly scorned. It hurt to see Lord Elias so affectionate with those women around him, but he was no longer hers. She had no claim to him here, and she was sure that she never would again. If only because that was the life she had chosen for herself.
Smiling a little weakly, Iris brought her own cup to her lips as her friend spoke. "I am thankful that you thought of us, at the very least. Even considering how on the outs I've been with some of the younger members of the court," she admitted, feeling a little awkward. But what reason was there to hide it? Everyone could clearly see that Iris was not comfortable and people did not outwardly gravitate in her direction as they ahd been before. Her glance back toward the group was a fleeting one. A longing one. She felt that she had friends there, but Persephone was the only one she need focus on now.
"The hounds are always content to give their love and affection. I doubt they had any opinion on your hunting skills at all. It just meant they got to run more, which, I promise you, they delighted in, my princess," Iris mused, a smile actually lighting her lips that wasn't awkward and wasn't strained. This was far more comfortable conversation for her, and she was glad to continue it until Persephone moved it back to the situation at hand. Iris' avoidance of the circle that she normally would have frequented at this point.
Her smile melting into something not near a frown but no longer happy or relaxed, Iris took yet another sip of her wine and tried to let her gaze trail back in the direction of her father and the King. Breathing in slowly, deeply, Iris let her shoulders lift just once in a signal that she had no true opinion, even though she very much did. "I do not wish to say here what has me on the outs, princess. For such is a personal matter that would be better spoken in private. Without roving eyes and listening ears," Iris admitted, hoping that would trail the princess back to more cordial conversation than Iris' silent failures with making friends at court.
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Princess Persephone was a great comfort to Iris. In a situation where she didn't know where to stand or who to speak to, it was comforting to be able to mingle with the one person who made her feel somewhat safe in court. Only 25, but with an immense weight upon her shoulders, Iris couldn't seem to reconnect herself with the people that she had mistakenly scorned. It hurt to see Lord Elias so affectionate with those women around him, but he was no longer hers. She had no claim to him here, and she was sure that she never would again. If only because that was the life she had chosen for herself.
Smiling a little weakly, Iris brought her own cup to her lips as her friend spoke. "I am thankful that you thought of us, at the very least. Even considering how on the outs I've been with some of the younger members of the court," she admitted, feeling a little awkward. But what reason was there to hide it? Everyone could clearly see that Iris was not comfortable and people did not outwardly gravitate in her direction as they ahd been before. Her glance back toward the group was a fleeting one. A longing one. She felt that she had friends there, but Persephone was the only one she need focus on now.
"The hounds are always content to give their love and affection. I doubt they had any opinion on your hunting skills at all. It just meant they got to run more, which, I promise you, they delighted in, my princess," Iris mused, a smile actually lighting her lips that wasn't awkward and wasn't strained. This was far more comfortable conversation for her, and she was glad to continue it until Persephone moved it back to the situation at hand. Iris' avoidance of the circle that she normally would have frequented at this point.
Her smile melting into something not near a frown but no longer happy or relaxed, Iris took yet another sip of her wine and tried to let her gaze trail back in the direction of her father and the King. Breathing in slowly, deeply, Iris let her shoulders lift just once in a signal that she had no true opinion, even though she very much did. "I do not wish to say here what has me on the outs, princess. For such is a personal matter that would be better spoken in private. Without roving eyes and listening ears," Iris admitted, hoping that would trail the princess back to more cordial conversation than Iris' silent failures with making friends at court.
Princess Persephone was a great comfort to Iris. In a situation where she didn't know where to stand or who to speak to, it was comforting to be able to mingle with the one person who made her feel somewhat safe in court. Only 25, but with an immense weight upon her shoulders, Iris couldn't seem to reconnect herself with the people that she had mistakenly scorned. It hurt to see Lord Elias so affectionate with those women around him, but he was no longer hers. She had no claim to him here, and she was sure that she never would again. If only because that was the life she had chosen for herself.
Smiling a little weakly, Iris brought her own cup to her lips as her friend spoke. "I am thankful that you thought of us, at the very least. Even considering how on the outs I've been with some of the younger members of the court," she admitted, feeling a little awkward. But what reason was there to hide it? Everyone could clearly see that Iris was not comfortable and people did not outwardly gravitate in her direction as they ahd been before. Her glance back toward the group was a fleeting one. A longing one. She felt that she had friends there, but Persephone was the only one she need focus on now.
"The hounds are always content to give their love and affection. I doubt they had any opinion on your hunting skills at all. It just meant they got to run more, which, I promise you, they delighted in, my princess," Iris mused, a smile actually lighting her lips that wasn't awkward and wasn't strained. This was far more comfortable conversation for her, and she was glad to continue it until Persephone moved it back to the situation at hand. Iris' avoidance of the circle that she normally would have frequented at this point.
Her smile melting into something not near a frown but no longer happy or relaxed, Iris took yet another sip of her wine and tried to let her gaze trail back in the direction of her father and the King. Breathing in slowly, deeply, Iris let her shoulders lift just once in a signal that she had no true opinion, even though she very much did. "I do not wish to say here what has me on the outs, princess. For such is a personal matter that would be better spoken in private. Without roving eyes and listening ears," Iris admitted, hoping that would trail the princess back to more cordial conversation than Iris' silent failures with making friends at court.
Well, Rafail was unlikely to bring a birthday gift that had not been chosen with the utmost care. Besides, Papa was rather insistent that he make a good impression on the younger princess, given his failure to form a good relationship with the other, and the gasp and smile that accompanied her receiving of the gift only assured him that she was, to a certain degree, interested in his affections. At least, she had not shunned him away with dislike on approach, and she was not speaking with the prim distaste that accompanied most of her sister's words towards the youngest Marikas lord.
"I am glad you are keen on it. I thought the gems might bring out the pretty brown of your eyes. They have rather a sparkle to them that I believe must be underappreciated by those vulgar herds of men that I am certain feign interest in you for nothing more than a title." That, he thought, was enough in the way of compliments, for the time being, else she would be overwhelmed and uncomfortable, and he would not be able to report the proud success he desired when later recounting the brief interaction to his friends. Instead, Rafail replaced his words with a bright smile to return her own, waiting a moment while she turned towards her father.
Her request for him to join her was not entirely unexpected, so carefully had he been attempting to slip into her good graces through his actions, and he held out an arm for the princess to take, still wearing that easy smile. "I would be more than glad to join your Highness. It would be an honour to have you on my arm on a day as special to you as this." And, more importantly, it would bring Rafail great joy to have everybody see him with the princess on his arm, as if he were her official companion for the evening. "Only tell me where you wish to go, and I shall gladly lead you."
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Well, Rafail was unlikely to bring a birthday gift that had not been chosen with the utmost care. Besides, Papa was rather insistent that he make a good impression on the younger princess, given his failure to form a good relationship with the other, and the gasp and smile that accompanied her receiving of the gift only assured him that she was, to a certain degree, interested in his affections. At least, she had not shunned him away with dislike on approach, and she was not speaking with the prim distaste that accompanied most of her sister's words towards the youngest Marikas lord.
"I am glad you are keen on it. I thought the gems might bring out the pretty brown of your eyes. They have rather a sparkle to them that I believe must be underappreciated by those vulgar herds of men that I am certain feign interest in you for nothing more than a title." That, he thought, was enough in the way of compliments, for the time being, else she would be overwhelmed and uncomfortable, and he would not be able to report the proud success he desired when later recounting the brief interaction to his friends. Instead, Rafail replaced his words with a bright smile to return her own, waiting a moment while she turned towards her father.
Her request for him to join her was not entirely unexpected, so carefully had he been attempting to slip into her good graces through his actions, and he held out an arm for the princess to take, still wearing that easy smile. "I would be more than glad to join your Highness. It would be an honour to have you on my arm on a day as special to you as this." And, more importantly, it would bring Rafail great joy to have everybody see him with the princess on his arm, as if he were her official companion for the evening. "Only tell me where you wish to go, and I shall gladly lead you."
Well, Rafail was unlikely to bring a birthday gift that had not been chosen with the utmost care. Besides, Papa was rather insistent that he make a good impression on the younger princess, given his failure to form a good relationship with the other, and the gasp and smile that accompanied her receiving of the gift only assured him that she was, to a certain degree, interested in his affections. At least, she had not shunned him away with dislike on approach, and she was not speaking with the prim distaste that accompanied most of her sister's words towards the youngest Marikas lord.
"I am glad you are keen on it. I thought the gems might bring out the pretty brown of your eyes. They have rather a sparkle to them that I believe must be underappreciated by those vulgar herds of men that I am certain feign interest in you for nothing more than a title." That, he thought, was enough in the way of compliments, for the time being, else she would be overwhelmed and uncomfortable, and he would not be able to report the proud success he desired when later recounting the brief interaction to his friends. Instead, Rafail replaced his words with a bright smile to return her own, waiting a moment while she turned towards her father.
Her request for him to join her was not entirely unexpected, so carefully had he been attempting to slip into her good graces through his actions, and he held out an arm for the princess to take, still wearing that easy smile. "I would be more than glad to join your Highness. It would be an honour to have you on my arm on a day as special to you as this." And, more importantly, it would bring Rafail great joy to have everybody see him with the princess on his arm, as if he were her official companion for the evening. "Only tell me where you wish to go, and I shall gladly lead you."
Emilia was not the hardest of young ladies to flatter, and with Rafail's glib tongue, it was only a matter of time before her cheeks flush as they were now when he spoke of how his gift only stood to flatter her already existing features. Would her father approve of Lord Rafail? King Minas had always been unlike other parents, allowing his daughter's to choose their own husband's instead of arranging them one since birth. Yet Emilia was proving his decision and job to filter her choices difficult since she literally had a new beau every week.
"I am eager to wear it, my lord. Perhaps this weekend at court, you will see me with it?" she replied, batting her pretty lashes at it. Would her sister approve, she thought? But then again, despite being sister's, Persephone was unlike Emilia when it came to those of the opposing gender. Emilia would never understand why her sister would far rather bury herself in books and numbers then come and entertain her ideas of which guy would be deserving of her attention for the next week.
Smiling when the young Marikas lord accepted her invitation to be her companion for the day (for any young man would be blessed to be chosen as the princess's escort for the day, or so Emilia believed), she slipped her own arm through his offered one, her hazel gaze roaming the area to see who was in attendance before they brightened as her eyes landed on the figure of Evi and Marietta.. and was that the elder sister of the Marikas? They seemed to be leaving in a hurry.
Motioning to Rafail, Emilia headed towards where the three sister's had just left in a hurry, turning to the captain she recognized faintly as one who often came to see her sister. "My thanks to you for your services today, Captain Hector." she greeted, turning to the captain. "Thank you for being at our aid the other day, of course." she murmured, turning to Rafail. "Captain Hector came to our aid the other day when the ladies and I were caught in a storm." It had been quite the experience, and her father and sister had fussed all over her when she had returned. Having knocked her head, Emilia had just went to bed earlier with a rocking headache, but everything had returned to normal by morning.
Turning her gaze at the fading form of the Marikas sister's, Emilia's gaze knitted as she frowned in confusion and then turned to Hector. "Was there something amiss, Captain? Lady Marietta and her sister's seemed to be leaving in a hurry."
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Emilia was not the hardest of young ladies to flatter, and with Rafail's glib tongue, it was only a matter of time before her cheeks flush as they were now when he spoke of how his gift only stood to flatter her already existing features. Would her father approve of Lord Rafail? King Minas had always been unlike other parents, allowing his daughter's to choose their own husband's instead of arranging them one since birth. Yet Emilia was proving his decision and job to filter her choices difficult since she literally had a new beau every week.
"I am eager to wear it, my lord. Perhaps this weekend at court, you will see me with it?" she replied, batting her pretty lashes at it. Would her sister approve, she thought? But then again, despite being sister's, Persephone was unlike Emilia when it came to those of the opposing gender. Emilia would never understand why her sister would far rather bury herself in books and numbers then come and entertain her ideas of which guy would be deserving of her attention for the next week.
Smiling when the young Marikas lord accepted her invitation to be her companion for the day (for any young man would be blessed to be chosen as the princess's escort for the day, or so Emilia believed), she slipped her own arm through his offered one, her hazel gaze roaming the area to see who was in attendance before they brightened as her eyes landed on the figure of Evi and Marietta.. and was that the elder sister of the Marikas? They seemed to be leaving in a hurry.
Motioning to Rafail, Emilia headed towards where the three sister's had just left in a hurry, turning to the captain she recognized faintly as one who often came to see her sister. "My thanks to you for your services today, Captain Hector." she greeted, turning to the captain. "Thank you for being at our aid the other day, of course." she murmured, turning to Rafail. "Captain Hector came to our aid the other day when the ladies and I were caught in a storm." It had been quite the experience, and her father and sister had fussed all over her when she had returned. Having knocked her head, Emilia had just went to bed earlier with a rocking headache, but everything had returned to normal by morning.
Turning her gaze at the fading form of the Marikas sister's, Emilia's gaze knitted as she frowned in confusion and then turned to Hector. "Was there something amiss, Captain? Lady Marietta and her sister's seemed to be leaving in a hurry."
Emilia was not the hardest of young ladies to flatter, and with Rafail's glib tongue, it was only a matter of time before her cheeks flush as they were now when he spoke of how his gift only stood to flatter her already existing features. Would her father approve of Lord Rafail? King Minas had always been unlike other parents, allowing his daughter's to choose their own husband's instead of arranging them one since birth. Yet Emilia was proving his decision and job to filter her choices difficult since she literally had a new beau every week.
"I am eager to wear it, my lord. Perhaps this weekend at court, you will see me with it?" she replied, batting her pretty lashes at it. Would her sister approve, she thought? But then again, despite being sister's, Persephone was unlike Emilia when it came to those of the opposing gender. Emilia would never understand why her sister would far rather bury herself in books and numbers then come and entertain her ideas of which guy would be deserving of her attention for the next week.
Smiling when the young Marikas lord accepted her invitation to be her companion for the day (for any young man would be blessed to be chosen as the princess's escort for the day, or so Emilia believed), she slipped her own arm through his offered one, her hazel gaze roaming the area to see who was in attendance before they brightened as her eyes landed on the figure of Evi and Marietta.. and was that the elder sister of the Marikas? They seemed to be leaving in a hurry.
Motioning to Rafail, Emilia headed towards where the three sister's had just left in a hurry, turning to the captain she recognized faintly as one who often came to see her sister. "My thanks to you for your services today, Captain Hector." she greeted, turning to the captain. "Thank you for being at our aid the other day, of course." she murmured, turning to Rafail. "Captain Hector came to our aid the other day when the ladies and I were caught in a storm." It had been quite the experience, and her father and sister had fussed all over her when she had returned. Having knocked her head, Emilia had just went to bed earlier with a rocking headache, but everything had returned to normal by morning.
Turning her gaze at the fading form of the Marikas sister's, Emilia's gaze knitted as she frowned in confusion and then turned to Hector. "Was there something amiss, Captain? Lady Marietta and her sister's seemed to be leaving in a hurry."