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A murmured “thank you” was the only sound Circenia of Stravos made as the slip of parchment between her fingers changed hands, nodding to the courier who accepted it. In response, the man gave a gruff sound of affirmation, tucking the letter away and excusing himself from her company. The princess adjusted the deep cowl on her head and watched the man’s path for only a moment before heading off in the opposite direction. Now that her business was done, she had no desire to linger in this putrid filth hole any longer than necessary.
A plainly-dressed guard trailing her at a discreet distance, the Stravos matriarch glanced around nervously for any sign that someone else had seen their exchange. The princess picked this exact spot for the very small likelihood of coming across anyone she knew, but she, of all people, was well aware of the risk she took. She and Keikelius had chosen their emissaries with the utmost care, along with the routes they took, but Circenia couldn’t help her paranoia. What if someone saw her down here? What feasible excuse could she form for her presence in the outer circle of the city? A woman of extravagant wealth, she was hardly apt to spend her time in such a poverty-stricken area. Gods, if she was stopped…
No. She wouldn’t think that way. She would remain aware, keep her senses tuned for trouble, and if the worst happened, well, she’d deal with it then. Sly as a fox and silver-tongued to boot, Circenia was confident she could talk her way out of just about anything. Why should this be any different?
Nonetheless, she kept throwing nervous glances over her shoulder when she emerged from the inconspicuous alley, slender fingers self-consciously straightening the unassuming grey chiton she’d garbed herself in. Devoid of cosmetics, jewelry, or expensive clothing, it was unlikely anyone would even recognize her, much less question her presence. But, given the nature of her correspondence, it didn’t hurt to be a little paranoid.
The past couple weeks spent parted from her husband had been like a waking nightmare. Never in their entire thirty years of message had they been separated for so long, and it was weighing heavier on Circenia than she was ever likely to admit. And as if the separation wasn’t bad enough on its own, she had to act like their estrangement was genuine, shun him in public as if he no longer mattered, when nothing could be further from the truth.
As much disdain as she held for others, the love between her and Keikelius was genuine. The only thing that made the distance bearable was the letters they sent in secret, rife with professions of love and longing. If those missives were ever intercepted, their estrangement would be exposed for the sham it was, and they would lose a valuable advantage in this game they played.
It was with this heavy in her mind that she started along the pathway back to the archontiko, sure she felt eyes on her back…
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A murmured “thank you” was the only sound Circenia of Stravos made as the slip of parchment between her fingers changed hands, nodding to the courier who accepted it. In response, the man gave a gruff sound of affirmation, tucking the letter away and excusing himself from her company. The princess adjusted the deep cowl on her head and watched the man’s path for only a moment before heading off in the opposite direction. Now that her business was done, she had no desire to linger in this putrid filth hole any longer than necessary.
A plainly-dressed guard trailing her at a discreet distance, the Stravos matriarch glanced around nervously for any sign that someone else had seen their exchange. The princess picked this exact spot for the very small likelihood of coming across anyone she knew, but she, of all people, was well aware of the risk she took. She and Keikelius had chosen their emissaries with the utmost care, along with the routes they took, but Circenia couldn’t help her paranoia. What if someone saw her down here? What feasible excuse could she form for her presence in the outer circle of the city? A woman of extravagant wealth, she was hardly apt to spend her time in such a poverty-stricken area. Gods, if she was stopped…
No. She wouldn’t think that way. She would remain aware, keep her senses tuned for trouble, and if the worst happened, well, she’d deal with it then. Sly as a fox and silver-tongued to boot, Circenia was confident she could talk her way out of just about anything. Why should this be any different?
Nonetheless, she kept throwing nervous glances over her shoulder when she emerged from the inconspicuous alley, slender fingers self-consciously straightening the unassuming grey chiton she’d garbed herself in. Devoid of cosmetics, jewelry, or expensive clothing, it was unlikely anyone would even recognize her, much less question her presence. But, given the nature of her correspondence, it didn’t hurt to be a little paranoid.
The past couple weeks spent parted from her husband had been like a waking nightmare. Never in their entire thirty years of message had they been separated for so long, and it was weighing heavier on Circenia than she was ever likely to admit. And as if the separation wasn’t bad enough on its own, she had to act like their estrangement was genuine, shun him in public as if he no longer mattered, when nothing could be further from the truth.
As much disdain as she held for others, the love between her and Keikelius was genuine. The only thing that made the distance bearable was the letters they sent in secret, rife with professions of love and longing. If those missives were ever intercepted, their estrangement would be exposed for the sham it was, and they would lose a valuable advantage in this game they played.
It was with this heavy in her mind that she started along the pathway back to the archontiko, sure she felt eyes on her back…
A murmured “thank you” was the only sound Circenia of Stravos made as the slip of parchment between her fingers changed hands, nodding to the courier who accepted it. In response, the man gave a gruff sound of affirmation, tucking the letter away and excusing himself from her company. The princess adjusted the deep cowl on her head and watched the man’s path for only a moment before heading off in the opposite direction. Now that her business was done, she had no desire to linger in this putrid filth hole any longer than necessary.
A plainly-dressed guard trailing her at a discreet distance, the Stravos matriarch glanced around nervously for any sign that someone else had seen their exchange. The princess picked this exact spot for the very small likelihood of coming across anyone she knew, but she, of all people, was well aware of the risk she took. She and Keikelius had chosen their emissaries with the utmost care, along with the routes they took, but Circenia couldn’t help her paranoia. What if someone saw her down here? What feasible excuse could she form for her presence in the outer circle of the city? A woman of extravagant wealth, she was hardly apt to spend her time in such a poverty-stricken area. Gods, if she was stopped…
No. She wouldn’t think that way. She would remain aware, keep her senses tuned for trouble, and if the worst happened, well, she’d deal with it then. Sly as a fox and silver-tongued to boot, Circenia was confident she could talk her way out of just about anything. Why should this be any different?
Nonetheless, she kept throwing nervous glances over her shoulder when she emerged from the inconspicuous alley, slender fingers self-consciously straightening the unassuming grey chiton she’d garbed herself in. Devoid of cosmetics, jewelry, or expensive clothing, it was unlikely anyone would even recognize her, much less question her presence. But, given the nature of her correspondence, it didn’t hurt to be a little paranoid.
The past couple weeks spent parted from her husband had been like a waking nightmare. Never in their entire thirty years of message had they been separated for so long, and it was weighing heavier on Circenia than she was ever likely to admit. And as if the separation wasn’t bad enough on its own, she had to act like their estrangement was genuine, shun him in public as if he no longer mattered, when nothing could be further from the truth.
As much disdain as she held for others, the love between her and Keikelius was genuine. The only thing that made the distance bearable was the letters they sent in secret, rife with professions of love and longing. If those missives were ever intercepted, their estrangement would be exposed for the sham it was, and they would lose a valuable advantage in this game they played.
It was with this heavy in her mind that she started along the pathway back to the archontiko, sure she felt eyes on her back…
A man born to a simple cook, the lower levels were not nearly so unfamiliar to Cicero. He had levied himself above and beyond his mother’s station, helped along the way by the connections his father offered to the boy he could not offer legitimacy to. Those connections had been all the open doorways the young, inquisitive Cicero had needed to change his path to lead him to where he was today. Now, he resided in the upper levels with a beautiful wife and children and laid claim to a respected position within the senate and within Athenia as a whole.
It was that very position though, that called for him to reserve some connections within the less-polished areas of society. Cicero had an extensive network of informants: his eyes and ears in the city and further beyond. It was part of his regular mode of operation to check in with these contacts at infrequent intervals, and it was much easier for him to blend in if he needed to than to have the dregs of society suddenly appearing in the upper levels to accost him. This day, Cicero had garbed himself simply in a dull, sludgy coloured chiton with a dark himation over the top. Elysia despised it, which convinced him it was entirely appropriate, and he had been having a quiet conversation with one of his young street rats when a figure not too far off caught his attention.
He couldn’t say why exactly, it was just a matter of perception, of instincts trained to identify anything different or anything that didn’t quite fit. And if there was ever a person that didn’t belong in the lower levels it was Circenia of Stravos. And the longer he looked over the shoulder of his diminutive spy at the female figure, fidgeting and broadcasting her unease, the more certain he was that his day had just gotten all that more interesting.
“If you need to reach me, speak to Corban and I’ll return” the master informer said, handing off a few coin to the young boy, his focus now occupied with the woman who was rapidly distancing herself. Cicero’s gaze shifted to the hefty figure who followed some way after “ And Griffin, if you see that man” he indicated toward he was certain was the guard “...or that woman here again, you tail them and then let me know straight away you understand? It’ll get you double that” Cicero nodded toward the coin the boys grubby fingers clutched at, and once he had dismissed his young protege, the spymaster himself fell into step a little way behind the bulky form of the guard.
He followed for some time as if to ascertain where exactly the Princess was heading to, before slipping off to the side, knowing the winding alleys of the city like nobody else. As he walked, Cicero turned over what he knew of the Stravos family’s endeavours and considered what would see their matriarch slipping out of the shadows in the poorest streets of Athenia. Flicking through options like one might leaf through papers, he dismissed some as quickly as elevated others to ruminate over later, and as he had planned, rounded the corner of the alleyway he had taken to come out a little way in front of Circenia.
Affecting some surprise at having found himself in the path of the princess, Cicero gave an almost imperceptible bow as he came nearer, making an obvious job of taking in the woman’s unusual state of dress. “Good day to you, your highness.” He said, voice low so as not to reach any further than the woman herself as he took a step closer. “Is all well? You are attempting anonymity? Something I should be aware of?” He kept moving so he might just pass by if the princess’ answer suggested he should.
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A man born to a simple cook, the lower levels were not nearly so unfamiliar to Cicero. He had levied himself above and beyond his mother’s station, helped along the way by the connections his father offered to the boy he could not offer legitimacy to. Those connections had been all the open doorways the young, inquisitive Cicero had needed to change his path to lead him to where he was today. Now, he resided in the upper levels with a beautiful wife and children and laid claim to a respected position within the senate and within Athenia as a whole.
It was that very position though, that called for him to reserve some connections within the less-polished areas of society. Cicero had an extensive network of informants: his eyes and ears in the city and further beyond. It was part of his regular mode of operation to check in with these contacts at infrequent intervals, and it was much easier for him to blend in if he needed to than to have the dregs of society suddenly appearing in the upper levels to accost him. This day, Cicero had garbed himself simply in a dull, sludgy coloured chiton with a dark himation over the top. Elysia despised it, which convinced him it was entirely appropriate, and he had been having a quiet conversation with one of his young street rats when a figure not too far off caught his attention.
He couldn’t say why exactly, it was just a matter of perception, of instincts trained to identify anything different or anything that didn’t quite fit. And if there was ever a person that didn’t belong in the lower levels it was Circenia of Stravos. And the longer he looked over the shoulder of his diminutive spy at the female figure, fidgeting and broadcasting her unease, the more certain he was that his day had just gotten all that more interesting.
“If you need to reach me, speak to Corban and I’ll return” the master informer said, handing off a few coin to the young boy, his focus now occupied with the woman who was rapidly distancing herself. Cicero’s gaze shifted to the hefty figure who followed some way after “ And Griffin, if you see that man” he indicated toward he was certain was the guard “...or that woman here again, you tail them and then let me know straight away you understand? It’ll get you double that” Cicero nodded toward the coin the boys grubby fingers clutched at, and once he had dismissed his young protege, the spymaster himself fell into step a little way behind the bulky form of the guard.
He followed for some time as if to ascertain where exactly the Princess was heading to, before slipping off to the side, knowing the winding alleys of the city like nobody else. As he walked, Cicero turned over what he knew of the Stravos family’s endeavours and considered what would see their matriarch slipping out of the shadows in the poorest streets of Athenia. Flicking through options like one might leaf through papers, he dismissed some as quickly as elevated others to ruminate over later, and as he had planned, rounded the corner of the alleyway he had taken to come out a little way in front of Circenia.
Affecting some surprise at having found himself in the path of the princess, Cicero gave an almost imperceptible bow as he came nearer, making an obvious job of taking in the woman’s unusual state of dress. “Good day to you, your highness.” He said, voice low so as not to reach any further than the woman herself as he took a step closer. “Is all well? You are attempting anonymity? Something I should be aware of?” He kept moving so he might just pass by if the princess’ answer suggested he should.
A man born to a simple cook, the lower levels were not nearly so unfamiliar to Cicero. He had levied himself above and beyond his mother’s station, helped along the way by the connections his father offered to the boy he could not offer legitimacy to. Those connections had been all the open doorways the young, inquisitive Cicero had needed to change his path to lead him to where he was today. Now, he resided in the upper levels with a beautiful wife and children and laid claim to a respected position within the senate and within Athenia as a whole.
It was that very position though, that called for him to reserve some connections within the less-polished areas of society. Cicero had an extensive network of informants: his eyes and ears in the city and further beyond. It was part of his regular mode of operation to check in with these contacts at infrequent intervals, and it was much easier for him to blend in if he needed to than to have the dregs of society suddenly appearing in the upper levels to accost him. This day, Cicero had garbed himself simply in a dull, sludgy coloured chiton with a dark himation over the top. Elysia despised it, which convinced him it was entirely appropriate, and he had been having a quiet conversation with one of his young street rats when a figure not too far off caught his attention.
He couldn’t say why exactly, it was just a matter of perception, of instincts trained to identify anything different or anything that didn’t quite fit. And if there was ever a person that didn’t belong in the lower levels it was Circenia of Stravos. And the longer he looked over the shoulder of his diminutive spy at the female figure, fidgeting and broadcasting her unease, the more certain he was that his day had just gotten all that more interesting.
“If you need to reach me, speak to Corban and I’ll return” the master informer said, handing off a few coin to the young boy, his focus now occupied with the woman who was rapidly distancing herself. Cicero’s gaze shifted to the hefty figure who followed some way after “ And Griffin, if you see that man” he indicated toward he was certain was the guard “...or that woman here again, you tail them and then let me know straight away you understand? It’ll get you double that” Cicero nodded toward the coin the boys grubby fingers clutched at, and once he had dismissed his young protege, the spymaster himself fell into step a little way behind the bulky form of the guard.
He followed for some time as if to ascertain where exactly the Princess was heading to, before slipping off to the side, knowing the winding alleys of the city like nobody else. As he walked, Cicero turned over what he knew of the Stravos family’s endeavours and considered what would see their matriarch slipping out of the shadows in the poorest streets of Athenia. Flicking through options like one might leaf through papers, he dismissed some as quickly as elevated others to ruminate over later, and as he had planned, rounded the corner of the alleyway he had taken to come out a little way in front of Circenia.
Affecting some surprise at having found himself in the path of the princess, Cicero gave an almost imperceptible bow as he came nearer, making an obvious job of taking in the woman’s unusual state of dress. “Good day to you, your highness.” He said, voice low so as not to reach any further than the woman herself as he took a step closer. “Is all well? You are attempting anonymity? Something I should be aware of?” He kept moving so he might just pass by if the princess’ answer suggested he should.
Circenia stiffened almost imperceptibly at the sound of his voice, stopping in her tracks and pausing a moment before turning around. As soon as she saw the face, she was able to place the voice—Cicero, Athenia’s spymaster. By all the gods, if there was anyone she didn’t want to recognize her, it was that man! The princess was still not quite sure where his loyalties lay, and that uncertainty didn’t sit well with her. What if he knew what she was about? What if he was just toying with her?
Luckily, she was just as adept in these games as he.
“Cicero,” she greeted him simply, her tone not exactly friendly, but neither was it outright hostile. “I see you’re not exactly dressed for the Court today either, hm?” Lifting her brow, cold blue eyes sought to assess his face, wondering if he’d been following her, and if so, for how long. If she lied, would he catch her on it immediately? Or could she still talk her way out of this?
“Anonymity, yes,” she said after a short pause to collect her thoughts, narrowing them into a semblance of a plan. “Coming down into this part of the city isn’t always safe for one of my status, even in the best of times,” she explained with a casual shrug and an airy wave of her hand, affecting a lack of concern at the situation. “But given the recent riots, I thought it best if I didn’t appear particularly conspicuous. I’m sure you understand.”
Of course, that didn’t explain why she was even in this part of the city in the first place, but surely that was at least a reasonable enough explanation for the lack of her normal regalia. It was even partially true; Circenia rarely went anywhere in Athenia these days without an armed escort after the close call at the harvest festival—ironically, the last place she’d seen Cicero. Perhaps he really was following her…
“I must say, I hardly expected to see you down here,” she said with a hint of suspicion, her guard coming up behind her now that she had stopped. Holding up a hand to indicate there was no current threat, he stepped back with a nod, though his gaze was even more vigilant than Circenia’s had been minutes before. If he returned the princess to the archontiko with so much as a scratch, he knew he’d have quite a few people to answer to.
“Whatever could draw our auspicious Master of Secrets into the bowels of the city, hm? Perhaps I ought to be asking you if there’s something I should be aware of.”
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Circenia stiffened almost imperceptibly at the sound of his voice, stopping in her tracks and pausing a moment before turning around. As soon as she saw the face, she was able to place the voice—Cicero, Athenia’s spymaster. By all the gods, if there was anyone she didn’t want to recognize her, it was that man! The princess was still not quite sure where his loyalties lay, and that uncertainty didn’t sit well with her. What if he knew what she was about? What if he was just toying with her?
Luckily, she was just as adept in these games as he.
“Cicero,” she greeted him simply, her tone not exactly friendly, but neither was it outright hostile. “I see you’re not exactly dressed for the Court today either, hm?” Lifting her brow, cold blue eyes sought to assess his face, wondering if he’d been following her, and if so, for how long. If she lied, would he catch her on it immediately? Or could she still talk her way out of this?
“Anonymity, yes,” she said after a short pause to collect her thoughts, narrowing them into a semblance of a plan. “Coming down into this part of the city isn’t always safe for one of my status, even in the best of times,” she explained with a casual shrug and an airy wave of her hand, affecting a lack of concern at the situation. “But given the recent riots, I thought it best if I didn’t appear particularly conspicuous. I’m sure you understand.”
Of course, that didn’t explain why she was even in this part of the city in the first place, but surely that was at least a reasonable enough explanation for the lack of her normal regalia. It was even partially true; Circenia rarely went anywhere in Athenia these days without an armed escort after the close call at the harvest festival—ironically, the last place she’d seen Cicero. Perhaps he really was following her…
“I must say, I hardly expected to see you down here,” she said with a hint of suspicion, her guard coming up behind her now that she had stopped. Holding up a hand to indicate there was no current threat, he stepped back with a nod, though his gaze was even more vigilant than Circenia’s had been minutes before. If he returned the princess to the archontiko with so much as a scratch, he knew he’d have quite a few people to answer to.
“Whatever could draw our auspicious Master of Secrets into the bowels of the city, hm? Perhaps I ought to be asking you if there’s something I should be aware of.”
Circenia stiffened almost imperceptibly at the sound of his voice, stopping in her tracks and pausing a moment before turning around. As soon as she saw the face, she was able to place the voice—Cicero, Athenia’s spymaster. By all the gods, if there was anyone she didn’t want to recognize her, it was that man! The princess was still not quite sure where his loyalties lay, and that uncertainty didn’t sit well with her. What if he knew what she was about? What if he was just toying with her?
Luckily, she was just as adept in these games as he.
“Cicero,” she greeted him simply, her tone not exactly friendly, but neither was it outright hostile. “I see you’re not exactly dressed for the Court today either, hm?” Lifting her brow, cold blue eyes sought to assess his face, wondering if he’d been following her, and if so, for how long. If she lied, would he catch her on it immediately? Or could she still talk her way out of this?
“Anonymity, yes,” she said after a short pause to collect her thoughts, narrowing them into a semblance of a plan. “Coming down into this part of the city isn’t always safe for one of my status, even in the best of times,” she explained with a casual shrug and an airy wave of her hand, affecting a lack of concern at the situation. “But given the recent riots, I thought it best if I didn’t appear particularly conspicuous. I’m sure you understand.”
Of course, that didn’t explain why she was even in this part of the city in the first place, but surely that was at least a reasonable enough explanation for the lack of her normal regalia. It was even partially true; Circenia rarely went anywhere in Athenia these days without an armed escort after the close call at the harvest festival—ironically, the last place she’d seen Cicero. Perhaps he really was following her…
“I must say, I hardly expected to see you down here,” she said with a hint of suspicion, her guard coming up behind her now that she had stopped. Holding up a hand to indicate there was no current threat, he stepped back with a nod, though his gaze was even more vigilant than Circenia’s had been minutes before. If he returned the princess to the archontiko with so much as a scratch, he knew he’d have quite a few people to answer to.
“Whatever could draw our auspicious Master of Secrets into the bowels of the city, hm? Perhaps I ought to be asking you if there’s something I should be aware of.”
Cicero was not one to be perturbed by a lack of warmth, he was far too used to the discomfort his very presence seemed to stir in people to set much stock in that. With the Stravos matriarch, he had a civil relationship, one that befitted his professional status but hardly spoke of any great liking from either side. It did not matter though, he was not paid to make nice with people, he was paid to know things.
With a slight shrug to acknowledge his own understated appearance, Cicero’s face did not betray any reaction to Circenia’s attempts to explain her attire. He did, however, note that she made no effort to talk about why she would choose to visit the parts of the city that might beckon for a more modest dress.
“Oh naturally” he replied, having come to a halt a couple of paces away from the woman. “Very wise of you, your highness.” His gaze lifted briefly to the man who appeared behind her, the guard he had identified earlier, but his attention soon returned the Stravos woman. Her questions to him were a less than subtle redirect to his own enquiry, but the spymaster bore them anyway, looking mildly amused at her words. As if he should need to explain why he might be found in the poorer parts of town. As if the nobility were the only ones with information worth knowing. Cicero’s network of spies extended to cover the entire city and the provinces beyond, contacts that he had nurtured over the years, some that he had inherited from the former master, others that were new and relatively untested. It was a neverending task to ensure he had eyes and ears where he needed them when he needed them.
“I would hardly be doing my job if I were to ignore the more colourful locations within Athenia, my lady,” he replied lightly. “There isn’t a street that I would disregard. You’d be surprised who -or what - turns up where.” Innocuous enough, and yet also not, given that Circenia herself obviously did not want to be seen doing whatever she had done. Cicero didn’t let the implication hover for long. “Of course, should you so wish I’m sure Princess Emilia will share with you the monthly report so you might be certain not to miss anything you should be aware of.”
Quite confident that if she so wished it the Stravos matriarch would already be in possession of all of the information he relaid to the Princess, Cicero had taken to being a little less thorough in his reports since Queen Persephone had vanished. Information was a dangerous commodity and also one that he would not be afraid to leverage should he need to. Some of it he chose to keep for himself, for insurance purposes.
“But you have not told me what would lead you to risk venturing into these parts, my lady. Whatever it is, is there not someone who could do it on your behalf? What could possibly be worth the risk?!"
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Cicero was not one to be perturbed by a lack of warmth, he was far too used to the discomfort his very presence seemed to stir in people to set much stock in that. With the Stravos matriarch, he had a civil relationship, one that befitted his professional status but hardly spoke of any great liking from either side. It did not matter though, he was not paid to make nice with people, he was paid to know things.
With a slight shrug to acknowledge his own understated appearance, Cicero’s face did not betray any reaction to Circenia’s attempts to explain her attire. He did, however, note that she made no effort to talk about why she would choose to visit the parts of the city that might beckon for a more modest dress.
“Oh naturally” he replied, having come to a halt a couple of paces away from the woman. “Very wise of you, your highness.” His gaze lifted briefly to the man who appeared behind her, the guard he had identified earlier, but his attention soon returned the Stravos woman. Her questions to him were a less than subtle redirect to his own enquiry, but the spymaster bore them anyway, looking mildly amused at her words. As if he should need to explain why he might be found in the poorer parts of town. As if the nobility were the only ones with information worth knowing. Cicero’s network of spies extended to cover the entire city and the provinces beyond, contacts that he had nurtured over the years, some that he had inherited from the former master, others that were new and relatively untested. It was a neverending task to ensure he had eyes and ears where he needed them when he needed them.
“I would hardly be doing my job if I were to ignore the more colourful locations within Athenia, my lady,” he replied lightly. “There isn’t a street that I would disregard. You’d be surprised who -or what - turns up where.” Innocuous enough, and yet also not, given that Circenia herself obviously did not want to be seen doing whatever she had done. Cicero didn’t let the implication hover for long. “Of course, should you so wish I’m sure Princess Emilia will share with you the monthly report so you might be certain not to miss anything you should be aware of.”
Quite confident that if she so wished it the Stravos matriarch would already be in possession of all of the information he relaid to the Princess, Cicero had taken to being a little less thorough in his reports since Queen Persephone had vanished. Information was a dangerous commodity and also one that he would not be afraid to leverage should he need to. Some of it he chose to keep for himself, for insurance purposes.
“But you have not told me what would lead you to risk venturing into these parts, my lady. Whatever it is, is there not someone who could do it on your behalf? What could possibly be worth the risk?!"
Cicero was not one to be perturbed by a lack of warmth, he was far too used to the discomfort his very presence seemed to stir in people to set much stock in that. With the Stravos matriarch, he had a civil relationship, one that befitted his professional status but hardly spoke of any great liking from either side. It did not matter though, he was not paid to make nice with people, he was paid to know things.
With a slight shrug to acknowledge his own understated appearance, Cicero’s face did not betray any reaction to Circenia’s attempts to explain her attire. He did, however, note that she made no effort to talk about why she would choose to visit the parts of the city that might beckon for a more modest dress.
“Oh naturally” he replied, having come to a halt a couple of paces away from the woman. “Very wise of you, your highness.” His gaze lifted briefly to the man who appeared behind her, the guard he had identified earlier, but his attention soon returned the Stravos woman. Her questions to him were a less than subtle redirect to his own enquiry, but the spymaster bore them anyway, looking mildly amused at her words. As if he should need to explain why he might be found in the poorer parts of town. As if the nobility were the only ones with information worth knowing. Cicero’s network of spies extended to cover the entire city and the provinces beyond, contacts that he had nurtured over the years, some that he had inherited from the former master, others that were new and relatively untested. It was a neverending task to ensure he had eyes and ears where he needed them when he needed them.
“I would hardly be doing my job if I were to ignore the more colourful locations within Athenia, my lady,” he replied lightly. “There isn’t a street that I would disregard. You’d be surprised who -or what - turns up where.” Innocuous enough, and yet also not, given that Circenia herself obviously did not want to be seen doing whatever she had done. Cicero didn’t let the implication hover for long. “Of course, should you so wish I’m sure Princess Emilia will share with you the monthly report so you might be certain not to miss anything you should be aware of.”
Quite confident that if she so wished it the Stravos matriarch would already be in possession of all of the information he relaid to the Princess, Cicero had taken to being a little less thorough in his reports since Queen Persephone had vanished. Information was a dangerous commodity and also one that he would not be afraid to leverage should he need to. Some of it he chose to keep for himself, for insurance purposes.
“But you have not told me what would lead you to risk venturing into these parts, my lady. Whatever it is, is there not someone who could do it on your behalf? What could possibly be worth the risk?!"
The implication of his words was not lost on her, however, she chose to ignore it. Of course, it was strange to see a princess down in the poverty-stricken areas of the city, but it was not entirely outside of the realm of possibility. She did not rule Athenia, but her son essentially did. Why should she not spend time among its citizens?
Then again, she had just mentioned the danger of her coming down here and the need for disguise. Unfortunately, there was no simple way out of this, and Circenia was cursing herself for making the trip at all. Why hadn’t she simply entrusted the message to another courier? Next time… Well. If there was a next time after this.
It soon became clear Cicero wasn’t going to just let it drop, either. Which she hadn’t really expected he would, at the same time, why couldn’t he? She supposed she could just order him to stop speaking, but that would only serve to raise more suspicion. The more she shied away from the subject, the more he would suspect her of having something to hide, and that simply would not do. She did have something to hide, but she didn’t need him to catch onto that.
“If you must know, it is just a bit of community outreach,” she lied smoothly, though she immediately regretted her words. Was she now going to have to start up some silly charity program to cover her tracks? The princess was hardly known for her philanthropic nature, and yet here she was, claiming to be helping the poor. “After the riots, it has become clear the Stravos name is not as… well-loved… as it should be. With Elias assisting Emilia so closely, my family and I both thought it wise that we should try to… sway the public’s opinion a little more favorably. This is rather new venture for me, you understand. I am simply determining which parts of the city could use a little more attention.”
Would he believe her? Perhaps, perhaps not. She thought it was a reasonable enough excuse for being here, even if it was a bit uncharacteristic. “In the future, I mean to send emissaries and representatives, but I wanted a look for myself.” She gestured to the plainness of her garb. “But again, without appearing too conspicuous. While I have good intentions, I am sure there are those who would believe the opposite.”
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The implication of his words was not lost on her, however, she chose to ignore it. Of course, it was strange to see a princess down in the poverty-stricken areas of the city, but it was not entirely outside of the realm of possibility. She did not rule Athenia, but her son essentially did. Why should she not spend time among its citizens?
Then again, she had just mentioned the danger of her coming down here and the need for disguise. Unfortunately, there was no simple way out of this, and Circenia was cursing herself for making the trip at all. Why hadn’t she simply entrusted the message to another courier? Next time… Well. If there was a next time after this.
It soon became clear Cicero wasn’t going to just let it drop, either. Which she hadn’t really expected he would, at the same time, why couldn’t he? She supposed she could just order him to stop speaking, but that would only serve to raise more suspicion. The more she shied away from the subject, the more he would suspect her of having something to hide, and that simply would not do. She did have something to hide, but she didn’t need him to catch onto that.
“If you must know, it is just a bit of community outreach,” she lied smoothly, though she immediately regretted her words. Was she now going to have to start up some silly charity program to cover her tracks? The princess was hardly known for her philanthropic nature, and yet here she was, claiming to be helping the poor. “After the riots, it has become clear the Stravos name is not as… well-loved… as it should be. With Elias assisting Emilia so closely, my family and I both thought it wise that we should try to… sway the public’s opinion a little more favorably. This is rather new venture for me, you understand. I am simply determining which parts of the city could use a little more attention.”
Would he believe her? Perhaps, perhaps not. She thought it was a reasonable enough excuse for being here, even if it was a bit uncharacteristic. “In the future, I mean to send emissaries and representatives, but I wanted a look for myself.” She gestured to the plainness of her garb. “But again, without appearing too conspicuous. While I have good intentions, I am sure there are those who would believe the opposite.”
The implication of his words was not lost on her, however, she chose to ignore it. Of course, it was strange to see a princess down in the poverty-stricken areas of the city, but it was not entirely outside of the realm of possibility. She did not rule Athenia, but her son essentially did. Why should she not spend time among its citizens?
Then again, she had just mentioned the danger of her coming down here and the need for disguise. Unfortunately, there was no simple way out of this, and Circenia was cursing herself for making the trip at all. Why hadn’t she simply entrusted the message to another courier? Next time… Well. If there was a next time after this.
It soon became clear Cicero wasn’t going to just let it drop, either. Which she hadn’t really expected he would, at the same time, why couldn’t he? She supposed she could just order him to stop speaking, but that would only serve to raise more suspicion. The more she shied away from the subject, the more he would suspect her of having something to hide, and that simply would not do. She did have something to hide, but she didn’t need him to catch onto that.
“If you must know, it is just a bit of community outreach,” she lied smoothly, though she immediately regretted her words. Was she now going to have to start up some silly charity program to cover her tracks? The princess was hardly known for her philanthropic nature, and yet here she was, claiming to be helping the poor. “After the riots, it has become clear the Stravos name is not as… well-loved… as it should be. With Elias assisting Emilia so closely, my family and I both thought it wise that we should try to… sway the public’s opinion a little more favorably. This is rather new venture for me, you understand. I am simply determining which parts of the city could use a little more attention.”
Would he believe her? Perhaps, perhaps not. She thought it was a reasonable enough excuse for being here, even if it was a bit uncharacteristic. “In the future, I mean to send emissaries and representatives, but I wanted a look for myself.” She gestured to the plainness of her garb. “But again, without appearing too conspicuous. While I have good intentions, I am sure there are those who would believe the opposite.”
It was a testament to Cicero’s poker face that he did not even blink at Cicenia’s claim towards a philanthropic interest in the poorer parts of the city. Indeed the faint smile remained on his lips but did not betray the incredulity at such a statement, and he even managed a nod as if in agreement.
Of course, he would not agree that the Stravos family were unloved, though that hardly took much investigation to be confirmed true. He also knew that the woman before him was smart enough to realise that when it came to the poorest of Athenia’s citizens, money talked. Circenia did not need to waste her time doing reconnaissance when the Stravos has gold enough to buy whatever favour they desired.
“How very...astute of you” he observed. “If there is anything I can offer my assistance in, please don't hesitate to ask. It may be that I am better acquainted with those...shall we say, less affluent areas you speak of”
And then without affording it a moment’s pause he went on “Of course, pacifying those who rioted could be achieved quite simply by ensuring they have enough food and water. Is that what has been keeping Lord Elias so busy?”
Because of course, the Lord had not bothered to reopen the senate, so there was very little visibility of what the man who would be king was actually doing. Other than preying upon a sweet and naive young girl whose own closest family had been torn from her. Cicero had not been one of those pressuring for the senate to reopen: his work could be completed quite easily without the senate meets, but he did think it telling that Lord Elias seemed to think himself without the need of the input of Athenia’s council. Indeed, the boy even seemed to be under the impression that his intelligence sources might come close to rivalling those of the master informer himself. The thought amused and enraged Cicero equally.
“How is the family though, your highness? I am...aware that Lord Keikulius has been staying away from the family home. I do hope these trying times are not taking to much of a toll on you all. Not when you have been so dedicated to attending the young Princess.”
It was a terribly personal question, but then Cicero was the master informer, and he rather made personal questions his speciality. He was also very adept as studying people as they attempted to answer, whilst giving little suggestion as to the level of scrutiny they were being subjected to. Now he paid careful and yet undetectable attention to the Stravos matriarch, wondering if she would attempt to lie or to furnish him with some polite truths.
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It was a testament to Cicero’s poker face that he did not even blink at Cicenia’s claim towards a philanthropic interest in the poorer parts of the city. Indeed the faint smile remained on his lips but did not betray the incredulity at such a statement, and he even managed a nod as if in agreement.
Of course, he would not agree that the Stravos family were unloved, though that hardly took much investigation to be confirmed true. He also knew that the woman before him was smart enough to realise that when it came to the poorest of Athenia’s citizens, money talked. Circenia did not need to waste her time doing reconnaissance when the Stravos has gold enough to buy whatever favour they desired.
“How very...astute of you” he observed. “If there is anything I can offer my assistance in, please don't hesitate to ask. It may be that I am better acquainted with those...shall we say, less affluent areas you speak of”
And then without affording it a moment’s pause he went on “Of course, pacifying those who rioted could be achieved quite simply by ensuring they have enough food and water. Is that what has been keeping Lord Elias so busy?”
Because of course, the Lord had not bothered to reopen the senate, so there was very little visibility of what the man who would be king was actually doing. Other than preying upon a sweet and naive young girl whose own closest family had been torn from her. Cicero had not been one of those pressuring for the senate to reopen: his work could be completed quite easily without the senate meets, but he did think it telling that Lord Elias seemed to think himself without the need of the input of Athenia’s council. Indeed, the boy even seemed to be under the impression that his intelligence sources might come close to rivalling those of the master informer himself. The thought amused and enraged Cicero equally.
“How is the family though, your highness? I am...aware that Lord Keikulius has been staying away from the family home. I do hope these trying times are not taking to much of a toll on you all. Not when you have been so dedicated to attending the young Princess.”
It was a terribly personal question, but then Cicero was the master informer, and he rather made personal questions his speciality. He was also very adept as studying people as they attempted to answer, whilst giving little suggestion as to the level of scrutiny they were being subjected to. Now he paid careful and yet undetectable attention to the Stravos matriarch, wondering if she would attempt to lie or to furnish him with some polite truths.
It was a testament to Cicero’s poker face that he did not even blink at Cicenia’s claim towards a philanthropic interest in the poorer parts of the city. Indeed the faint smile remained on his lips but did not betray the incredulity at such a statement, and he even managed a nod as if in agreement.
Of course, he would not agree that the Stravos family were unloved, though that hardly took much investigation to be confirmed true. He also knew that the woman before him was smart enough to realise that when it came to the poorest of Athenia’s citizens, money talked. Circenia did not need to waste her time doing reconnaissance when the Stravos has gold enough to buy whatever favour they desired.
“How very...astute of you” he observed. “If there is anything I can offer my assistance in, please don't hesitate to ask. It may be that I am better acquainted with those...shall we say, less affluent areas you speak of”
And then without affording it a moment’s pause he went on “Of course, pacifying those who rioted could be achieved quite simply by ensuring they have enough food and water. Is that what has been keeping Lord Elias so busy?”
Because of course, the Lord had not bothered to reopen the senate, so there was very little visibility of what the man who would be king was actually doing. Other than preying upon a sweet and naive young girl whose own closest family had been torn from her. Cicero had not been one of those pressuring for the senate to reopen: his work could be completed quite easily without the senate meets, but he did think it telling that Lord Elias seemed to think himself without the need of the input of Athenia’s council. Indeed, the boy even seemed to be under the impression that his intelligence sources might come close to rivalling those of the master informer himself. The thought amused and enraged Cicero equally.
“How is the family though, your highness? I am...aware that Lord Keikulius has been staying away from the family home. I do hope these trying times are not taking to much of a toll on you all. Not when you have been so dedicated to attending the young Princess.”
It was a terribly personal question, but then Cicero was the master informer, and he rather made personal questions his speciality. He was also very adept as studying people as they attempted to answer, whilst giving little suggestion as to the level of scrutiny they were being subjected to. Now he paid careful and yet undetectable attention to the Stravos matriarch, wondering if she would attempt to lie or to furnish him with some polite truths.
If there is anything I can offer my assistance in, please don't hesitate to ask. It may be that I am better acquainted with those...shall we say, less affluent areas you speak of.
A smile rested on Circenia’s lips at that, though the expression could hardly be called warm. There was a serpent-like quality about the Stravos matriarch, and when he spoke, she was like a cobra waiting to strike. However, before she could thank him for his ever so kind offer, he continued to speak, the question he asked almost enough to drop the smile entirely.
Is that what has been keeping Lord Elias so busy?
If there was anyone in the kingdom who could match Cicero’s poker face, it was Circenia of Stravos, and it was a testament to her years of practice that her expression did not even twitch. Inside, she was raging at his audacity and the not-so-subtle implication his words carried. The Master Informer of Athenia was a bold man, and the princess would have given anything in that moment to scratch his eyes from his face. Who did he think he was? Did he not realize who was he was speaking to? If he wanted to spar, she could guarantee she came out the victor.
“Unfortunately, my son does not keep me so well-informed as I would like,” Circenia lied again, a masterful actress as her expression turned a bit sheepish. There was nothing that could be further from the truth; after the previous debacle in the Senate, the princess dripped her poison in her son’s ears as often as she could. Having made their amends, the woman was nearly as involved in the running of the kingdom as Elias, and she knew perfectly well what ends he meant to achieve. After all, she had encouraged the withholding of resources. “I have simply bowed to his judgment on this, in spite of advisement to the contrary.” Another lie. “It is my hope that when the Senate reopens, his hand might be swayed in the proper direction. A young man with Elias’s temperament will only heed the word of his mother but so much.” Yet another lie. If there was anyone in the country who could turn the tide of her son’s mind, it was Circenia herself. But the princess had her part to play, and play it, she would.
Even if she was halfway convinced that she ought to just seize the crown herself, and damned be the rest of her family’s ‘carefully’ laid plans.
Cicero’s next line of questioning, however, almost did cause her composure to slip. If Circenia had a weak spot, it was Keikelius, and he had just practically intercepted her sending off a love letter to the man in question. Of course, he didn’t know that, but her husband’s entire plan hinged on their supposed estrangement. Rather than screaming at him to mind his own business or slapping him right across his smug face as she so desperately wished to, Circenia let her own face fall slightly, a tightening around her mouth betraying her displeasure.
“Ever the pragmatist, my lord husband conducts his business elsewhere, and leaves his family none the wiser.” It took everything in her not to snap the words, though a cold glint in her already frosty gaze showcased her anger in a way that would surely be noticeable to a man trained in reading the body language of others. Of course, that served her purpose well enough; after all, in the eyes of the public, she was supposed to be angry with Keikelius. Unfortunately, it was also the truth; she did not like this plan of his, so it was easy enough to feign displeasure with his separation. “We are fine. Thank you for your concern.”
The tone of her voice did not encourage further conversation, and she found herself suddenly very tired of this exchange. “Is there anything else you need, Master Informer?” She let the impatience creep into her voice; whether he found her actions suspicious or not, she wanted him to be aware his presence was no longer welcome. “I’m a very busy woman, and this little tete-a-tete, as diverting as it is, is only keeping me from work that needs to be done.”
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If there is anything I can offer my assistance in, please don't hesitate to ask. It may be that I am better acquainted with those...shall we say, less affluent areas you speak of.
A smile rested on Circenia’s lips at that, though the expression could hardly be called warm. There was a serpent-like quality about the Stravos matriarch, and when he spoke, she was like a cobra waiting to strike. However, before she could thank him for his ever so kind offer, he continued to speak, the question he asked almost enough to drop the smile entirely.
Is that what has been keeping Lord Elias so busy?
If there was anyone in the kingdom who could match Cicero’s poker face, it was Circenia of Stravos, and it was a testament to her years of practice that her expression did not even twitch. Inside, she was raging at his audacity and the not-so-subtle implication his words carried. The Master Informer of Athenia was a bold man, and the princess would have given anything in that moment to scratch his eyes from his face. Who did he think he was? Did he not realize who was he was speaking to? If he wanted to spar, she could guarantee she came out the victor.
“Unfortunately, my son does not keep me so well-informed as I would like,” Circenia lied again, a masterful actress as her expression turned a bit sheepish. There was nothing that could be further from the truth; after the previous debacle in the Senate, the princess dripped her poison in her son’s ears as often as she could. Having made their amends, the woman was nearly as involved in the running of the kingdom as Elias, and she knew perfectly well what ends he meant to achieve. After all, she had encouraged the withholding of resources. “I have simply bowed to his judgment on this, in spite of advisement to the contrary.” Another lie. “It is my hope that when the Senate reopens, his hand might be swayed in the proper direction. A young man with Elias’s temperament will only heed the word of his mother but so much.” Yet another lie. If there was anyone in the country who could turn the tide of her son’s mind, it was Circenia herself. But the princess had her part to play, and play it, she would.
Even if she was halfway convinced that she ought to just seize the crown herself, and damned be the rest of her family’s ‘carefully’ laid plans.
Cicero’s next line of questioning, however, almost did cause her composure to slip. If Circenia had a weak spot, it was Keikelius, and he had just practically intercepted her sending off a love letter to the man in question. Of course, he didn’t know that, but her husband’s entire plan hinged on their supposed estrangement. Rather than screaming at him to mind his own business or slapping him right across his smug face as she so desperately wished to, Circenia let her own face fall slightly, a tightening around her mouth betraying her displeasure.
“Ever the pragmatist, my lord husband conducts his business elsewhere, and leaves his family none the wiser.” It took everything in her not to snap the words, though a cold glint in her already frosty gaze showcased her anger in a way that would surely be noticeable to a man trained in reading the body language of others. Of course, that served her purpose well enough; after all, in the eyes of the public, she was supposed to be angry with Keikelius. Unfortunately, it was also the truth; she did not like this plan of his, so it was easy enough to feign displeasure with his separation. “We are fine. Thank you for your concern.”
The tone of her voice did not encourage further conversation, and she found herself suddenly very tired of this exchange. “Is there anything else you need, Master Informer?” She let the impatience creep into her voice; whether he found her actions suspicious or not, she wanted him to be aware his presence was no longer welcome. “I’m a very busy woman, and this little tete-a-tete, as diverting as it is, is only keeping me from work that needs to be done.”
If there is anything I can offer my assistance in, please don't hesitate to ask. It may be that I am better acquainted with those...shall we say, less affluent areas you speak of.
A smile rested on Circenia’s lips at that, though the expression could hardly be called warm. There was a serpent-like quality about the Stravos matriarch, and when he spoke, she was like a cobra waiting to strike. However, before she could thank him for his ever so kind offer, he continued to speak, the question he asked almost enough to drop the smile entirely.
Is that what has been keeping Lord Elias so busy?
If there was anyone in the kingdom who could match Cicero’s poker face, it was Circenia of Stravos, and it was a testament to her years of practice that her expression did not even twitch. Inside, she was raging at his audacity and the not-so-subtle implication his words carried. The Master Informer of Athenia was a bold man, and the princess would have given anything in that moment to scratch his eyes from his face. Who did he think he was? Did he not realize who was he was speaking to? If he wanted to spar, she could guarantee she came out the victor.
“Unfortunately, my son does not keep me so well-informed as I would like,” Circenia lied again, a masterful actress as her expression turned a bit sheepish. There was nothing that could be further from the truth; after the previous debacle in the Senate, the princess dripped her poison in her son’s ears as often as she could. Having made their amends, the woman was nearly as involved in the running of the kingdom as Elias, and she knew perfectly well what ends he meant to achieve. After all, she had encouraged the withholding of resources. “I have simply bowed to his judgment on this, in spite of advisement to the contrary.” Another lie. “It is my hope that when the Senate reopens, his hand might be swayed in the proper direction. A young man with Elias’s temperament will only heed the word of his mother but so much.” Yet another lie. If there was anyone in the country who could turn the tide of her son’s mind, it was Circenia herself. But the princess had her part to play, and play it, she would.
Even if she was halfway convinced that she ought to just seize the crown herself, and damned be the rest of her family’s ‘carefully’ laid plans.
Cicero’s next line of questioning, however, almost did cause her composure to slip. If Circenia had a weak spot, it was Keikelius, and he had just practically intercepted her sending off a love letter to the man in question. Of course, he didn’t know that, but her husband’s entire plan hinged on their supposed estrangement. Rather than screaming at him to mind his own business or slapping him right across his smug face as she so desperately wished to, Circenia let her own face fall slightly, a tightening around her mouth betraying her displeasure.
“Ever the pragmatist, my lord husband conducts his business elsewhere, and leaves his family none the wiser.” It took everything in her not to snap the words, though a cold glint in her already frosty gaze showcased her anger in a way that would surely be noticeable to a man trained in reading the body language of others. Of course, that served her purpose well enough; after all, in the eyes of the public, she was supposed to be angry with Keikelius. Unfortunately, it was also the truth; she did not like this plan of his, so it was easy enough to feign displeasure with his separation. “We are fine. Thank you for your concern.”
The tone of her voice did not encourage further conversation, and she found herself suddenly very tired of this exchange. “Is there anything else you need, Master Informer?” She let the impatience creep into her voice; whether he found her actions suspicious or not, she wanted him to be aware his presence was no longer welcome. “I’m a very busy woman, and this little tete-a-tete, as diverting as it is, is only keeping me from work that needs to be done.”
Cicero found himself enjoying this riposte. There was no doubt that the Lady Circenia had a mind in the upper echelons of those in Athenia, she was a fascinating woman and one who was worth a little of his time and attention. She gave little away, and what she did, he was almost certain was deliberate. ‘Unfortunately, my son does not keep me so well-informed as I would like’ the woman commented and Cicero rocked back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back. “Quite” he agreed succinctly, remembering the expression on Circenia’s face when the engagement had been announced. And he decided not to add a further comment regarding the temperament of the Lord Elias, for it would certainly not foster any friendliness between them if he did.
Instead, the master informer had turned his attention to another of the interesting dynamics in the Stravos family, and one that he’d been keeping half an eye on. The Lord Keikelius’ seeming estrangement from his wife and children had become rather a talking point amongst some circles, and it had registered with Cicero that the family themselves seemed to be doing little to dissuade such talk. Interestingp. Even now, the Princess let annoyance show on her face. Had it been any other, Cicero wouldn’t have been surprised at such show of emotion: a woman scorned and all. But Lady Circenia, as he had already noted, was far more careful than to let anything be so easily revealed.
“Ah well. I am glad to hear it, Princess” She wasn’t going to tell him anything, that much was clear, but really Cicero had gleaned as much as he needed from the fact that he had come upon here at all, and by the fact that she seemed rather displeased by the fact. When the woman let her impatience show, the master informer dipped his head and stepped back and aside, one had sweeping out in a gesture for the woman to pass.
“Of course, your highness. Forgive me for delaying you, though I am, as always, glad to have been able to have a little chat.” Cicero said crisply with a sharp-edged smile. “I look forward to hearing more of your philanthropic efforts in the outer circle. The people are blessed to be favoured with such goodwill”
He stood upright and waited for the Stravos woman to be on her way, a mildly amused expression on his face as he watched her go.
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Cicero found himself enjoying this riposte. There was no doubt that the Lady Circenia had a mind in the upper echelons of those in Athenia, she was a fascinating woman and one who was worth a little of his time and attention. She gave little away, and what she did, he was almost certain was deliberate. ‘Unfortunately, my son does not keep me so well-informed as I would like’ the woman commented and Cicero rocked back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back. “Quite” he agreed succinctly, remembering the expression on Circenia’s face when the engagement had been announced. And he decided not to add a further comment regarding the temperament of the Lord Elias, for it would certainly not foster any friendliness between them if he did.
Instead, the master informer had turned his attention to another of the interesting dynamics in the Stravos family, and one that he’d been keeping half an eye on. The Lord Keikelius’ seeming estrangement from his wife and children had become rather a talking point amongst some circles, and it had registered with Cicero that the family themselves seemed to be doing little to dissuade such talk. Interestingp. Even now, the Princess let annoyance show on her face. Had it been any other, Cicero wouldn’t have been surprised at such show of emotion: a woman scorned and all. But Lady Circenia, as he had already noted, was far more careful than to let anything be so easily revealed.
“Ah well. I am glad to hear it, Princess” She wasn’t going to tell him anything, that much was clear, but really Cicero had gleaned as much as he needed from the fact that he had come upon here at all, and by the fact that she seemed rather displeased by the fact. When the woman let her impatience show, the master informer dipped his head and stepped back and aside, one had sweeping out in a gesture for the woman to pass.
“Of course, your highness. Forgive me for delaying you, though I am, as always, glad to have been able to have a little chat.” Cicero said crisply with a sharp-edged smile. “I look forward to hearing more of your philanthropic efforts in the outer circle. The people are blessed to be favoured with such goodwill”
He stood upright and waited for the Stravos woman to be on her way, a mildly amused expression on his face as he watched her go.
Cicero found himself enjoying this riposte. There was no doubt that the Lady Circenia had a mind in the upper echelons of those in Athenia, she was a fascinating woman and one who was worth a little of his time and attention. She gave little away, and what she did, he was almost certain was deliberate. ‘Unfortunately, my son does not keep me so well-informed as I would like’ the woman commented and Cicero rocked back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back. “Quite” he agreed succinctly, remembering the expression on Circenia’s face when the engagement had been announced. And he decided not to add a further comment regarding the temperament of the Lord Elias, for it would certainly not foster any friendliness between them if he did.
Instead, the master informer had turned his attention to another of the interesting dynamics in the Stravos family, and one that he’d been keeping half an eye on. The Lord Keikelius’ seeming estrangement from his wife and children had become rather a talking point amongst some circles, and it had registered with Cicero that the family themselves seemed to be doing little to dissuade such talk. Interestingp. Even now, the Princess let annoyance show on her face. Had it been any other, Cicero wouldn’t have been surprised at such show of emotion: a woman scorned and all. But Lady Circenia, as he had already noted, was far more careful than to let anything be so easily revealed.
“Ah well. I am glad to hear it, Princess” She wasn’t going to tell him anything, that much was clear, but really Cicero had gleaned as much as he needed from the fact that he had come upon here at all, and by the fact that she seemed rather displeased by the fact. When the woman let her impatience show, the master informer dipped his head and stepped back and aside, one had sweeping out in a gesture for the woman to pass.
“Of course, your highness. Forgive me for delaying you, though I am, as always, glad to have been able to have a little chat.” Cicero said crisply with a sharp-edged smile. “I look forward to hearing more of your philanthropic efforts in the outer circle. The people are blessed to be favoured with such goodwill”
He stood upright and waited for the Stravos woman to be on her way, a mildly amused expression on his face as he watched her go.