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Hena didn’t know what it was about this random Greek woman he had found in a tavern, but there was something about her that had him coming back over and over. He knew that realistically, they would never truly be together, if either of them even wanted something like that. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to keep her close, to keep her as his. Some day, probably soon, he would be married off to some noble woman that his father determined was a good match, and he would be expected to be a husband and eventually father. But his family was crazy if they ever expected him to be a faithful husband by any means.
He fully planned on having Ana around, even if he were to marry.
And for that, he knew that he would need to tell her his intentions, and prove to her that he intended on providing for her as long as she chose to stick around.
He had purchased a small villa, nothing he would ever live in, but something more extravagant than Ana would have ever experienced for herself. Fully furnished, stocked with food and wine, and with a small serving staff, the villa was finally ready. Hena had even painted a large painting to hang on the walls, though he wasn’t sure he would reveal his artistic abilities to her, or let her believe he had just spent money on the painting rather than putting in effort.
Today was the day he would bring her here, reveal to her his intent to keep her around for himself in exchange for this villa and anything she could possibly need. To Hena, it was a fair exchange.
He had sent some of his servants to fetch her, with the order that she be blindfolded so that she would not see where she was going or ruin the surprise before she arrived.
The servants were now excused, and Hena and Ana stood outside together, Ana still blinded by the fabric over her eyes. He stood behind her and leaned in to press a kiss to her neck before whispering.
“For you.” He said simply, then reached up to untie the blindfold, letting it fall to the ground, revealing the extravagant villa in front of her, complete with a beautiful courtyard and a fountain. He stood there, waiting for her reaction, wondering if she would like it. He knew that she liked money, and the finer things. She seemed to have an amazing sense of taste, and so he thought that he would be able to design and decorate the place to her liking.
“Fully stocked and ready for you to move into it today.” He added, not admitting to himself that he actually felt a bit nervous that she would not like it, or she would think him crazy for what he was suggesting with the offer of the villa and the staff that came with it. He didn’t know if he needed to voice the proposed arrangement, or if she would understand.
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Hena didn’t know what it was about this random Greek woman he had found in a tavern, but there was something about her that had him coming back over and over. He knew that realistically, they would never truly be together, if either of them even wanted something like that. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to keep her close, to keep her as his. Some day, probably soon, he would be married off to some noble woman that his father determined was a good match, and he would be expected to be a husband and eventually father. But his family was crazy if they ever expected him to be a faithful husband by any means.
He fully planned on having Ana around, even if he were to marry.
And for that, he knew that he would need to tell her his intentions, and prove to her that he intended on providing for her as long as she chose to stick around.
He had purchased a small villa, nothing he would ever live in, but something more extravagant than Ana would have ever experienced for herself. Fully furnished, stocked with food and wine, and with a small serving staff, the villa was finally ready. Hena had even painted a large painting to hang on the walls, though he wasn’t sure he would reveal his artistic abilities to her, or let her believe he had just spent money on the painting rather than putting in effort.
Today was the day he would bring her here, reveal to her his intent to keep her around for himself in exchange for this villa and anything she could possibly need. To Hena, it was a fair exchange.
He had sent some of his servants to fetch her, with the order that she be blindfolded so that she would not see where she was going or ruin the surprise before she arrived.
The servants were now excused, and Hena and Ana stood outside together, Ana still blinded by the fabric over her eyes. He stood behind her and leaned in to press a kiss to her neck before whispering.
“For you.” He said simply, then reached up to untie the blindfold, letting it fall to the ground, revealing the extravagant villa in front of her, complete with a beautiful courtyard and a fountain. He stood there, waiting for her reaction, wondering if she would like it. He knew that she liked money, and the finer things. She seemed to have an amazing sense of taste, and so he thought that he would be able to design and decorate the place to her liking.
“Fully stocked and ready for you to move into it today.” He added, not admitting to himself that he actually felt a bit nervous that she would not like it, or she would think him crazy for what he was suggesting with the offer of the villa and the staff that came with it. He didn’t know if he needed to voice the proposed arrangement, or if she would understand.
Hena didn’t know what it was about this random Greek woman he had found in a tavern, but there was something about her that had him coming back over and over. He knew that realistically, they would never truly be together, if either of them even wanted something like that. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to keep her close, to keep her as his. Some day, probably soon, he would be married off to some noble woman that his father determined was a good match, and he would be expected to be a husband and eventually father. But his family was crazy if they ever expected him to be a faithful husband by any means.
He fully planned on having Ana around, even if he were to marry.
And for that, he knew that he would need to tell her his intentions, and prove to her that he intended on providing for her as long as she chose to stick around.
He had purchased a small villa, nothing he would ever live in, but something more extravagant than Ana would have ever experienced for herself. Fully furnished, stocked with food and wine, and with a small serving staff, the villa was finally ready. Hena had even painted a large painting to hang on the walls, though he wasn’t sure he would reveal his artistic abilities to her, or let her believe he had just spent money on the painting rather than putting in effort.
Today was the day he would bring her here, reveal to her his intent to keep her around for himself in exchange for this villa and anything she could possibly need. To Hena, it was a fair exchange.
He had sent some of his servants to fetch her, with the order that she be blindfolded so that she would not see where she was going or ruin the surprise before she arrived.
The servants were now excused, and Hena and Ana stood outside together, Ana still blinded by the fabric over her eyes. He stood behind her and leaned in to press a kiss to her neck before whispering.
“For you.” He said simply, then reached up to untie the blindfold, letting it fall to the ground, revealing the extravagant villa in front of her, complete with a beautiful courtyard and a fountain. He stood there, waiting for her reaction, wondering if she would like it. He knew that she liked money, and the finer things. She seemed to have an amazing sense of taste, and so he thought that he would be able to design and decorate the place to her liking.
“Fully stocked and ready for you to move into it today.” He added, not admitting to himself that he actually felt a bit nervous that she would not like it, or she would think him crazy for what he was suggesting with the offer of the villa and the staff that came with it. He didn’t know if he needed to voice the proposed arrangement, or if she would understand.
Anastasia was no silly girl that fawned over the fantasy of marriage. Once, the young Athenian had dreamed of the day she'd find such a thing. Love was a nebulous thing, an emotion that tickled at the senses as a mockery, making one believe in the fantasy of it even as any reality of it avoided the person. It was an intoxicating dream, to be savoured and treasured, to give and receive oneself in a manner that consumed the senses and embroiled one's purpose with something altogether selfless. Anastasia, a student of fables and a weaver of legends, understood what love could be, but also the incredible rarity of it all. Jaded to the notion of finding love and scarred by the marriage of past days... Anastasia was in some ways, broken.
Perhaps the young woman didn't know what it felt like to be in love. Or, perhaps she had and she allowed herself to forget. The heart was a fickle thing and Anastasia guarded hers with a plated shield. However, she wasn't sure what it was, but Akhenaten had found his way through the kinks in that bit of armour. He made himself known in her thoughts and when he asked her to follow him, she wouldn't dare to refuse. There was something exquisite about being blindfolded by such a beautiful man. She suspected she'd be taken somewhere to play with the dashing noble, to forget the troubles of the day. However, there was also the sort of seriousness in his request for her to follow.
Trepidation, excitement. Anastasia quite enjoyed surprises and went along with the young noble up until they stopped moving and she felt the press of his lips upon her neck. Then, the simple whisper, a delicious coupling of words. Had he bought her a gift? The moments leading up to the removal of the blindfold brought a vicious excitement to the forefront of her mind. As the fabric untied and fell by the wayside, she let her closed eyes open. When hazel met the blinding light of the Egyptian sun... Surely she was mistaken. The blurry image was far too large to be any kind of gift he'd give her. But, her vision adjusted to the shift in light and she listened to the words he whispered in her ears to follow it.
A villa?! This is...
Amazing. Marvelous. Frightening. Strange. Luxurious. Too much. What does this mean?
Anastasia couldn't quite grasp what was going on. She was pleased, of course. It was a handsome villa and she needed to see what was inside. She didn't think she deserved it, but she felt the ticking in her chest, a delicious fondness accompanied by a yearning that curled at the senses. She raised an arm to brush her fingertips along the flesh of Hena's jawline, as it to figure out if he were real, or if this was some trick of the imagination. Did he want her to stay? Ana had had thoughts of leaving Egypt recently, thoughts not quite expressed to the lord. She wanted to see the world, to explore the reaches of the unknown, but... was it possible that she could be bound to one place?
She had no illusions that Hena would live in this place with her, and while pleased, she wondered more. She had to question everything, the inquisitive nature of a born Athenian still strong in the girl who rejected her kingdom, her name, her family and her husband. She turned to Ahkenaten, and for the first time, she was quite at a loss for words. She pressed her lips to his own in a brief, chaste kiss before she pushed the doors open to see what was inside. Just as the outside, the interior was handsome and she could hear the distant footsteps of servants. Once, Anastasia had abhorred the notion of servitude, but she imagined... in this land of sweltering heat and... different notions... perhaps she could become accustomed to being waited on.
"I... I love it," she said simply, doing nothing to disguise the perplexed expression set upon her features.
"I've never had a home to call mine before..." she mustered, rose dusting upon her cheeks as she realized just how alone, in all of her years in wandering, she truly was. This was... something else. Something new. Something... wanted? Anastasia needed to know what Hena thought of her, and so she motioned for him to join him on the widest of the klines within her sight.
"I really love it, Hena. But, what does it mean?"
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Anastasia was no silly girl that fawned over the fantasy of marriage. Once, the young Athenian had dreamed of the day she'd find such a thing. Love was a nebulous thing, an emotion that tickled at the senses as a mockery, making one believe in the fantasy of it even as any reality of it avoided the person. It was an intoxicating dream, to be savoured and treasured, to give and receive oneself in a manner that consumed the senses and embroiled one's purpose with something altogether selfless. Anastasia, a student of fables and a weaver of legends, understood what love could be, but also the incredible rarity of it all. Jaded to the notion of finding love and scarred by the marriage of past days... Anastasia was in some ways, broken.
Perhaps the young woman didn't know what it felt like to be in love. Or, perhaps she had and she allowed herself to forget. The heart was a fickle thing and Anastasia guarded hers with a plated shield. However, she wasn't sure what it was, but Akhenaten had found his way through the kinks in that bit of armour. He made himself known in her thoughts and when he asked her to follow him, she wouldn't dare to refuse. There was something exquisite about being blindfolded by such a beautiful man. She suspected she'd be taken somewhere to play with the dashing noble, to forget the troubles of the day. However, there was also the sort of seriousness in his request for her to follow.
Trepidation, excitement. Anastasia quite enjoyed surprises and went along with the young noble up until they stopped moving and she felt the press of his lips upon her neck. Then, the simple whisper, a delicious coupling of words. Had he bought her a gift? The moments leading up to the removal of the blindfold brought a vicious excitement to the forefront of her mind. As the fabric untied and fell by the wayside, she let her closed eyes open. When hazel met the blinding light of the Egyptian sun... Surely she was mistaken. The blurry image was far too large to be any kind of gift he'd give her. But, her vision adjusted to the shift in light and she listened to the words he whispered in her ears to follow it.
A villa?! This is...
Amazing. Marvelous. Frightening. Strange. Luxurious. Too much. What does this mean?
Anastasia couldn't quite grasp what was going on. She was pleased, of course. It was a handsome villa and she needed to see what was inside. She didn't think she deserved it, but she felt the ticking in her chest, a delicious fondness accompanied by a yearning that curled at the senses. She raised an arm to brush her fingertips along the flesh of Hena's jawline, as it to figure out if he were real, or if this was some trick of the imagination. Did he want her to stay? Ana had had thoughts of leaving Egypt recently, thoughts not quite expressed to the lord. She wanted to see the world, to explore the reaches of the unknown, but... was it possible that she could be bound to one place?
She had no illusions that Hena would live in this place with her, and while pleased, she wondered more. She had to question everything, the inquisitive nature of a born Athenian still strong in the girl who rejected her kingdom, her name, her family and her husband. She turned to Ahkenaten, and for the first time, she was quite at a loss for words. She pressed her lips to his own in a brief, chaste kiss before she pushed the doors open to see what was inside. Just as the outside, the interior was handsome and she could hear the distant footsteps of servants. Once, Anastasia had abhorred the notion of servitude, but she imagined... in this land of sweltering heat and... different notions... perhaps she could become accustomed to being waited on.
"I... I love it," she said simply, doing nothing to disguise the perplexed expression set upon her features.
"I've never had a home to call mine before..." she mustered, rose dusting upon her cheeks as she realized just how alone, in all of her years in wandering, she truly was. This was... something else. Something new. Something... wanted? Anastasia needed to know what Hena thought of her, and so she motioned for him to join him on the widest of the klines within her sight.
"I really love it, Hena. But, what does it mean?"
Anastasia was no silly girl that fawned over the fantasy of marriage. Once, the young Athenian had dreamed of the day she'd find such a thing. Love was a nebulous thing, an emotion that tickled at the senses as a mockery, making one believe in the fantasy of it even as any reality of it avoided the person. It was an intoxicating dream, to be savoured and treasured, to give and receive oneself in a manner that consumed the senses and embroiled one's purpose with something altogether selfless. Anastasia, a student of fables and a weaver of legends, understood what love could be, but also the incredible rarity of it all. Jaded to the notion of finding love and scarred by the marriage of past days... Anastasia was in some ways, broken.
Perhaps the young woman didn't know what it felt like to be in love. Or, perhaps she had and she allowed herself to forget. The heart was a fickle thing and Anastasia guarded hers with a plated shield. However, she wasn't sure what it was, but Akhenaten had found his way through the kinks in that bit of armour. He made himself known in her thoughts and when he asked her to follow him, she wouldn't dare to refuse. There was something exquisite about being blindfolded by such a beautiful man. She suspected she'd be taken somewhere to play with the dashing noble, to forget the troubles of the day. However, there was also the sort of seriousness in his request for her to follow.
Trepidation, excitement. Anastasia quite enjoyed surprises and went along with the young noble up until they stopped moving and she felt the press of his lips upon her neck. Then, the simple whisper, a delicious coupling of words. Had he bought her a gift? The moments leading up to the removal of the blindfold brought a vicious excitement to the forefront of her mind. As the fabric untied and fell by the wayside, she let her closed eyes open. When hazel met the blinding light of the Egyptian sun... Surely she was mistaken. The blurry image was far too large to be any kind of gift he'd give her. But, her vision adjusted to the shift in light and she listened to the words he whispered in her ears to follow it.
A villa?! This is...
Amazing. Marvelous. Frightening. Strange. Luxurious. Too much. What does this mean?
Anastasia couldn't quite grasp what was going on. She was pleased, of course. It was a handsome villa and she needed to see what was inside. She didn't think she deserved it, but she felt the ticking in her chest, a delicious fondness accompanied by a yearning that curled at the senses. She raised an arm to brush her fingertips along the flesh of Hena's jawline, as it to figure out if he were real, or if this was some trick of the imagination. Did he want her to stay? Ana had had thoughts of leaving Egypt recently, thoughts not quite expressed to the lord. She wanted to see the world, to explore the reaches of the unknown, but... was it possible that she could be bound to one place?
She had no illusions that Hena would live in this place with her, and while pleased, she wondered more. She had to question everything, the inquisitive nature of a born Athenian still strong in the girl who rejected her kingdom, her name, her family and her husband. She turned to Ahkenaten, and for the first time, she was quite at a loss for words. She pressed her lips to his own in a brief, chaste kiss before she pushed the doors open to see what was inside. Just as the outside, the interior was handsome and she could hear the distant footsteps of servants. Once, Anastasia had abhorred the notion of servitude, but she imagined... in this land of sweltering heat and... different notions... perhaps she could become accustomed to being waited on.
"I... I love it," she said simply, doing nothing to disguise the perplexed expression set upon her features.
"I've never had a home to call mine before..." she mustered, rose dusting upon her cheeks as she realized just how alone, in all of her years in wandering, she truly was. This was... something else. Something new. Something... wanted? Anastasia needed to know what Hena thought of her, and so she motioned for him to join him on the widest of the klines within her sight.
"I really love it, Hena. But, what does it mean?"
Hena simply stood there with her as she stood in silence, her fingers touch his jaw as he remained pressed up against her, waiting for her reaction. Her silence had him wondering if it was good or bad, though he wasn’t sure how anyone could be upset that someone gave them a villa. He supposed that perhaps it was too small, not grand enough, at least for his liking, but he thought for her, compared to where she was currently staying and the lifestyle she could currently afford, the place would be amazing.
Hena hadn’t thought she would have any sort of aversion to slaves, to him they were a part of every day life, he had had slaves tending to his every command since he was old enough to give them. They were just objects, fixtures in the household.
He followed her inside after the kiss, his own serving staff following behind him at a distance as he let her take a look at the place, to see what she thought of what he had been setting up for her. His eyes temporarily fell on the large painting decorating the entrance, wondering if she would make a comment or even notice. The image depicted a beautiful woman falling from the heavens, and below was a young and handsome man, revelling in mass amounts of wealth, unaware of the falling star of a woman who was about to come crashing into his life.
If one looked closely, the two people depicted looked an awful lot like the two of them. A painting that Hena had been working on, a way to express the confusing feelings he felt for the woman he had just presented a villa to.
He turned his attentions from his painting and back to her as she spoke, feeling a small amount of pity for her when she said that she had never really had a home. Sometimes it was so easy to forget how common she was, she held herself with the grace and confidence of a woman well beyond her station.
He moved and sat beside her on the kline, wrapping an arm around her, he first pulled her into a deep kiss, asserting his command over her for just a moment before he let the kiss break so that he could answer her inquiry.
“Well, I very well can’t marry you, can I? Not with our... differences.” He said, putting it as nicely as he could think to.
“Not that marriage is a thing either of us want. What I want is for you to remain by my side. Remain in this house where I may freely visit you, and ensure you are taken care of.” He said simply, making his proposal more clear. She would stay here and he would provide for her, and in exchange she would continue to keep his company, whether he was to be married off soon or not. His future wife would just need to deal with his mistress.
“All of this is yours, all you need to do is remain at my side. Remain mine.” He stated simply and bluntly. No point in beating around the bush about it.
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Hena simply stood there with her as she stood in silence, her fingers touch his jaw as he remained pressed up against her, waiting for her reaction. Her silence had him wondering if it was good or bad, though he wasn’t sure how anyone could be upset that someone gave them a villa. He supposed that perhaps it was too small, not grand enough, at least for his liking, but he thought for her, compared to where she was currently staying and the lifestyle she could currently afford, the place would be amazing.
Hena hadn’t thought she would have any sort of aversion to slaves, to him they were a part of every day life, he had had slaves tending to his every command since he was old enough to give them. They were just objects, fixtures in the household.
He followed her inside after the kiss, his own serving staff following behind him at a distance as he let her take a look at the place, to see what she thought of what he had been setting up for her. His eyes temporarily fell on the large painting decorating the entrance, wondering if she would make a comment or even notice. The image depicted a beautiful woman falling from the heavens, and below was a young and handsome man, revelling in mass amounts of wealth, unaware of the falling star of a woman who was about to come crashing into his life.
If one looked closely, the two people depicted looked an awful lot like the two of them. A painting that Hena had been working on, a way to express the confusing feelings he felt for the woman he had just presented a villa to.
He turned his attentions from his painting and back to her as she spoke, feeling a small amount of pity for her when she said that she had never really had a home. Sometimes it was so easy to forget how common she was, she held herself with the grace and confidence of a woman well beyond her station.
He moved and sat beside her on the kline, wrapping an arm around her, he first pulled her into a deep kiss, asserting his command over her for just a moment before he let the kiss break so that he could answer her inquiry.
“Well, I very well can’t marry you, can I? Not with our... differences.” He said, putting it as nicely as he could think to.
“Not that marriage is a thing either of us want. What I want is for you to remain by my side. Remain in this house where I may freely visit you, and ensure you are taken care of.” He said simply, making his proposal more clear. She would stay here and he would provide for her, and in exchange she would continue to keep his company, whether he was to be married off soon or not. His future wife would just need to deal with his mistress.
“All of this is yours, all you need to do is remain at my side. Remain mine.” He stated simply and bluntly. No point in beating around the bush about it.
Hena simply stood there with her as she stood in silence, her fingers touch his jaw as he remained pressed up against her, waiting for her reaction. Her silence had him wondering if it was good or bad, though he wasn’t sure how anyone could be upset that someone gave them a villa. He supposed that perhaps it was too small, not grand enough, at least for his liking, but he thought for her, compared to where she was currently staying and the lifestyle she could currently afford, the place would be amazing.
Hena hadn’t thought she would have any sort of aversion to slaves, to him they were a part of every day life, he had had slaves tending to his every command since he was old enough to give them. They were just objects, fixtures in the household.
He followed her inside after the kiss, his own serving staff following behind him at a distance as he let her take a look at the place, to see what she thought of what he had been setting up for her. His eyes temporarily fell on the large painting decorating the entrance, wondering if she would make a comment or even notice. The image depicted a beautiful woman falling from the heavens, and below was a young and handsome man, revelling in mass amounts of wealth, unaware of the falling star of a woman who was about to come crashing into his life.
If one looked closely, the two people depicted looked an awful lot like the two of them. A painting that Hena had been working on, a way to express the confusing feelings he felt for the woman he had just presented a villa to.
He turned his attentions from his painting and back to her as she spoke, feeling a small amount of pity for her when she said that she had never really had a home. Sometimes it was so easy to forget how common she was, she held herself with the grace and confidence of a woman well beyond her station.
He moved and sat beside her on the kline, wrapping an arm around her, he first pulled her into a deep kiss, asserting his command over her for just a moment before he let the kiss break so that he could answer her inquiry.
“Well, I very well can’t marry you, can I? Not with our... differences.” He said, putting it as nicely as he could think to.
“Not that marriage is a thing either of us want. What I want is for you to remain by my side. Remain in this house where I may freely visit you, and ensure you are taken care of.” He said simply, making his proposal more clear. She would stay here and he would provide for her, and in exchange she would continue to keep his company, whether he was to be married off soon or not. His future wife would just need to deal with his mistress.
“All of this is yours, all you need to do is remain at my side. Remain mine.” He stated simply and bluntly. No point in beating around the bush about it.
Anastasia had left most of her ill-gotten wealth in Greece, and it seemed unlikely that she'd return to those kingdoms any time soon. While not as wealthy as the nobility of those lands were, she'd never suffered, and without property to care for, the vast majority of what she spent was on luxury and decadence. Having grown accustomed to the tastes of wealth, it was unlikely that the woman could ever bother with anything less. She'd grown spoiled by her good fortunes, even as they sent her packing from suite to suite, from kingdom to kingdom.
It was a delicious thing, to bask in that wealth, and it was that among many other things that drew her to Akhenaten of Hei Sheifa. She basked in his company, relished in his adulations, indulged in his body, and felt nurtured in the growing warmth between them. They'd begun in a game of cat and mouse, and once Anastasia had at last let herself get caught by him, it seemed that he'd fallen into a trap with her after all. The young woman considered this as she made her gaze along the entrance, her eyes growing wide as she looked upon the painting at its entrance. Had the lord commissioned this? Was it by his own hand?
"What lovely work..."
Ana never knew Lord H'Sheifa to be a painter, and certainly she'd ask once she let herself get carried by the story behind the painting. A connosieur of stories told by word of mouth, painting was something altogether elusive to her... but she could not miss the intent there. It depicted her as she wished her own legend told, a beautiful sliver of the heavens falling from the sky... but there was more. She was the depiction of Hena himself, the wealth beneath his feet and the magnificence of his dress, the meteoric fall from the heavens in order to land into the man's presence. Anastasia felt her lips curve into a smile as she mentioned her lacking a home to have ever called hers.
"Did you paint it, Hena? Is this story told by your hands?" she wondered as she considered what stories Ana herself left obscured.
Of course, Akhenaten did not know of her other self, the woman who craved jewels as if they were drugs, who swindled and lied in order to make herself anonymous and grow her fortunes. Anastasia did not need what she stole. She wanted it and relished in bathing her body in jewels when she fell to sleep. It was a delicious ritual she never wanted to end, a relic of her hateful relationship with a master jewel craftsman who'd made his fortune on the shining prisms. She'd rather keep such facts to herself, lest Akhenaten resent her habits or rebuke her for her nature. No, he seemed so infatuated, so fascinated by her and she him, so she was of the mind to obscure such truths for as long as possible.
A chuckle escaped Ana's lips as Hena mentioned differences, going on about what this gift didn't mean before he turned the topic to actually answer her question. He gave his conditions to secure the comforts he offered to her. He wanted her as a mistress as he went on to marry and live another life separate from her? Anastasia had thoughts of Alector of Athenia and the crucible that was her life with him. Alector had imprisoned the young Calliope in an engagement, in a marriage she did not want but had no choice to obey. Hena, however, wanted her, to visit her, to keep for her. Did he want a plaything? A kept woman? Anastasia needed to know more, and certainly, she wasn't shy about this.
She still felt the ghost of his kiss on her lips, the flush that grew just slightly darker as she turned her body to face his on the kline. She let her fingertips brush along the back of his hand, rising gently along his wrist and up his forearm before coaxing against his shoulder to meet the side of his neck. The motion was remarkably gentle for how quickly her fingertips traversed his body.
"What does 'being yours' mean? I cannot surrender all of myself to you. Egypt is not familiar to me, and there is much of it I still wish to see. With you, without you, the sands of Africa call to me. But, if you want me to have this place, to share the bed you give me with you... To share a secret life with you, I will do that."
She pressed her cheek into the man's chest, letting her fingertips guide along his other arm. She listened to the beating of his heart, she pressed her lips to the bared flesh there before she let her gaze drift up to him.
"You intend for me to become your mistress. You want to provide for me. Is this love to you? Or am I a possession, to be sheltered along with the rest of your things? Am I to deprive myself for your sake? What is it you ask of me aside from 'be mine'?"
Anastasia had to know how he felt about her. She needed to know his conditions in full. She wanted him. She craved him. And the stability of having a home to return to, a reason to stay in Egypt... If Hena could be honest about his feelings... then she could reciprocate that honesty and share more.
"What do you see in this yearning between us?"
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Anastasia had left most of her ill-gotten wealth in Greece, and it seemed unlikely that she'd return to those kingdoms any time soon. While not as wealthy as the nobility of those lands were, she'd never suffered, and without property to care for, the vast majority of what she spent was on luxury and decadence. Having grown accustomed to the tastes of wealth, it was unlikely that the woman could ever bother with anything less. She'd grown spoiled by her good fortunes, even as they sent her packing from suite to suite, from kingdom to kingdom.
It was a delicious thing, to bask in that wealth, and it was that among many other things that drew her to Akhenaten of Hei Sheifa. She basked in his company, relished in his adulations, indulged in his body, and felt nurtured in the growing warmth between them. They'd begun in a game of cat and mouse, and once Anastasia had at last let herself get caught by him, it seemed that he'd fallen into a trap with her after all. The young woman considered this as she made her gaze along the entrance, her eyes growing wide as she looked upon the painting at its entrance. Had the lord commissioned this? Was it by his own hand?
"What lovely work..."
Ana never knew Lord H'Sheifa to be a painter, and certainly she'd ask once she let herself get carried by the story behind the painting. A connosieur of stories told by word of mouth, painting was something altogether elusive to her... but she could not miss the intent there. It depicted her as she wished her own legend told, a beautiful sliver of the heavens falling from the sky... but there was more. She was the depiction of Hena himself, the wealth beneath his feet and the magnificence of his dress, the meteoric fall from the heavens in order to land into the man's presence. Anastasia felt her lips curve into a smile as she mentioned her lacking a home to have ever called hers.
"Did you paint it, Hena? Is this story told by your hands?" she wondered as she considered what stories Ana herself left obscured.
Of course, Akhenaten did not know of her other self, the woman who craved jewels as if they were drugs, who swindled and lied in order to make herself anonymous and grow her fortunes. Anastasia did not need what she stole. She wanted it and relished in bathing her body in jewels when she fell to sleep. It was a delicious ritual she never wanted to end, a relic of her hateful relationship with a master jewel craftsman who'd made his fortune on the shining prisms. She'd rather keep such facts to herself, lest Akhenaten resent her habits or rebuke her for her nature. No, he seemed so infatuated, so fascinated by her and she him, so she was of the mind to obscure such truths for as long as possible.
A chuckle escaped Ana's lips as Hena mentioned differences, going on about what this gift didn't mean before he turned the topic to actually answer her question. He gave his conditions to secure the comforts he offered to her. He wanted her as a mistress as he went on to marry and live another life separate from her? Anastasia had thoughts of Alector of Athenia and the crucible that was her life with him. Alector had imprisoned the young Calliope in an engagement, in a marriage she did not want but had no choice to obey. Hena, however, wanted her, to visit her, to keep for her. Did he want a plaything? A kept woman? Anastasia needed to know more, and certainly, she wasn't shy about this.
She still felt the ghost of his kiss on her lips, the flush that grew just slightly darker as she turned her body to face his on the kline. She let her fingertips brush along the back of his hand, rising gently along his wrist and up his forearm before coaxing against his shoulder to meet the side of his neck. The motion was remarkably gentle for how quickly her fingertips traversed his body.
"What does 'being yours' mean? I cannot surrender all of myself to you. Egypt is not familiar to me, and there is much of it I still wish to see. With you, without you, the sands of Africa call to me. But, if you want me to have this place, to share the bed you give me with you... To share a secret life with you, I will do that."
She pressed her cheek into the man's chest, letting her fingertips guide along his other arm. She listened to the beating of his heart, she pressed her lips to the bared flesh there before she let her gaze drift up to him.
"You intend for me to become your mistress. You want to provide for me. Is this love to you? Or am I a possession, to be sheltered along with the rest of your things? Am I to deprive myself for your sake? What is it you ask of me aside from 'be mine'?"
Anastasia had to know how he felt about her. She needed to know his conditions in full. She wanted him. She craved him. And the stability of having a home to return to, a reason to stay in Egypt... If Hena could be honest about his feelings... then she could reciprocate that honesty and share more.
"What do you see in this yearning between us?"
Anastasia had left most of her ill-gotten wealth in Greece, and it seemed unlikely that she'd return to those kingdoms any time soon. While not as wealthy as the nobility of those lands were, she'd never suffered, and without property to care for, the vast majority of what she spent was on luxury and decadence. Having grown accustomed to the tastes of wealth, it was unlikely that the woman could ever bother with anything less. She'd grown spoiled by her good fortunes, even as they sent her packing from suite to suite, from kingdom to kingdom.
It was a delicious thing, to bask in that wealth, and it was that among many other things that drew her to Akhenaten of Hei Sheifa. She basked in his company, relished in his adulations, indulged in his body, and felt nurtured in the growing warmth between them. They'd begun in a game of cat and mouse, and once Anastasia had at last let herself get caught by him, it seemed that he'd fallen into a trap with her after all. The young woman considered this as she made her gaze along the entrance, her eyes growing wide as she looked upon the painting at its entrance. Had the lord commissioned this? Was it by his own hand?
"What lovely work..."
Ana never knew Lord H'Sheifa to be a painter, and certainly she'd ask once she let herself get carried by the story behind the painting. A connosieur of stories told by word of mouth, painting was something altogether elusive to her... but she could not miss the intent there. It depicted her as she wished her own legend told, a beautiful sliver of the heavens falling from the sky... but there was more. She was the depiction of Hena himself, the wealth beneath his feet and the magnificence of his dress, the meteoric fall from the heavens in order to land into the man's presence. Anastasia felt her lips curve into a smile as she mentioned her lacking a home to have ever called hers.
"Did you paint it, Hena? Is this story told by your hands?" she wondered as she considered what stories Ana herself left obscured.
Of course, Akhenaten did not know of her other self, the woman who craved jewels as if they were drugs, who swindled and lied in order to make herself anonymous and grow her fortunes. Anastasia did not need what she stole. She wanted it and relished in bathing her body in jewels when she fell to sleep. It was a delicious ritual she never wanted to end, a relic of her hateful relationship with a master jewel craftsman who'd made his fortune on the shining prisms. She'd rather keep such facts to herself, lest Akhenaten resent her habits or rebuke her for her nature. No, he seemed so infatuated, so fascinated by her and she him, so she was of the mind to obscure such truths for as long as possible.
A chuckle escaped Ana's lips as Hena mentioned differences, going on about what this gift didn't mean before he turned the topic to actually answer her question. He gave his conditions to secure the comforts he offered to her. He wanted her as a mistress as he went on to marry and live another life separate from her? Anastasia had thoughts of Alector of Athenia and the crucible that was her life with him. Alector had imprisoned the young Calliope in an engagement, in a marriage she did not want but had no choice to obey. Hena, however, wanted her, to visit her, to keep for her. Did he want a plaything? A kept woman? Anastasia needed to know more, and certainly, she wasn't shy about this.
She still felt the ghost of his kiss on her lips, the flush that grew just slightly darker as she turned her body to face his on the kline. She let her fingertips brush along the back of his hand, rising gently along his wrist and up his forearm before coaxing against his shoulder to meet the side of his neck. The motion was remarkably gentle for how quickly her fingertips traversed his body.
"What does 'being yours' mean? I cannot surrender all of myself to you. Egypt is not familiar to me, and there is much of it I still wish to see. With you, without you, the sands of Africa call to me. But, if you want me to have this place, to share the bed you give me with you... To share a secret life with you, I will do that."
She pressed her cheek into the man's chest, letting her fingertips guide along his other arm. She listened to the beating of his heart, she pressed her lips to the bared flesh there before she let her gaze drift up to him.
"You intend for me to become your mistress. You want to provide for me. Is this love to you? Or am I a possession, to be sheltered along with the rest of your things? Am I to deprive myself for your sake? What is it you ask of me aside from 'be mine'?"
Anastasia had to know how he felt about her. She needed to know his conditions in full. She wanted him. She craved him. And the stability of having a home to return to, a reason to stay in Egypt... If Hena could be honest about his feelings... then she could reciprocate that honesty and share more.
"What do you see in this yearning between us?"
Hena hesitated for the first time in a very long time as she asked about the painting. He had never really shown his work before, it was simply something he did for fun in privacy. Taking credit for the work here and now would be revealing a side to Ana that no one got to see outside of Nia, the artistic side of him, the side he used to express emotions that would never be uttered as words from his lips.
“I did.” He said simply and truthfully, deciding that he would let Ana in on that part of him, at least this specific painting, perhaps not his others. She must already be aware of how he felt for her, after all he was giving her a villa. He didn’t do this for other women, in fact he had never done this sort of thing for anyone else. Normally he didn’t care about keeping his lovers around, but there was something about her that had hooked him, and he wanted her there with him.
He growled just a bit as she questioned him further, he hadn’t thought that he would need to answer so many questions. Could she not assume his feelings from the context of everything? He hated discussing feelings, or admitting them really. He had thought the gift of the painting and the villa would say the words that he did not want to speak, but clearly not.
“I do not care if you wish to travel Egypt, I will not stop you. I offer a house to come back to upon your return, and loving arms to greet you upon such as well.” He started, trying to gather the words to explain what he meant entirely with the gesture.
“I ask that you stand at my side, that you take no other lover. You are not a possession, you are a woman of your own free will. I simply offer a gesture of my affection, and along with such things, I... don’t like the idea of you with another man.” He said, feeling stupid as the words came out of his mouth, his frustration clear at having to try and voice such things.
His teeth clenched as his frustration and embarrassment grew and he felt the anger levels start to rise. It was not her fault, she could not predict his feelings upon asking such questions, and he tried to calm himself down and remind himself of that.
“I have not felt for any woman the way that I feel for you now, and I can’t stand the idea of not having you any longer. I am asking you to remain in Egypt. To remain with me. To allow your heart to be tethered as mine is to you.” He said, having no idea if she would even understand what he was trying to get across, but sincerely hoping she would. He felt the more he talked, the worse he made himself sound and he just wanted this whole talking about feelings thing to be over.
“Come, you haven’t even seen the rest of the villa.” He said, hoping that she would allow the subject change and they could get back to discussing anything but feelings.
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Hena hesitated for the first time in a very long time as she asked about the painting. He had never really shown his work before, it was simply something he did for fun in privacy. Taking credit for the work here and now would be revealing a side to Ana that no one got to see outside of Nia, the artistic side of him, the side he used to express emotions that would never be uttered as words from his lips.
“I did.” He said simply and truthfully, deciding that he would let Ana in on that part of him, at least this specific painting, perhaps not his others. She must already be aware of how he felt for her, after all he was giving her a villa. He didn’t do this for other women, in fact he had never done this sort of thing for anyone else. Normally he didn’t care about keeping his lovers around, but there was something about her that had hooked him, and he wanted her there with him.
He growled just a bit as she questioned him further, he hadn’t thought that he would need to answer so many questions. Could she not assume his feelings from the context of everything? He hated discussing feelings, or admitting them really. He had thought the gift of the painting and the villa would say the words that he did not want to speak, but clearly not.
“I do not care if you wish to travel Egypt, I will not stop you. I offer a house to come back to upon your return, and loving arms to greet you upon such as well.” He started, trying to gather the words to explain what he meant entirely with the gesture.
“I ask that you stand at my side, that you take no other lover. You are not a possession, you are a woman of your own free will. I simply offer a gesture of my affection, and along with such things, I... don’t like the idea of you with another man.” He said, feeling stupid as the words came out of his mouth, his frustration clear at having to try and voice such things.
His teeth clenched as his frustration and embarrassment grew and he felt the anger levels start to rise. It was not her fault, she could not predict his feelings upon asking such questions, and he tried to calm himself down and remind himself of that.
“I have not felt for any woman the way that I feel for you now, and I can’t stand the idea of not having you any longer. I am asking you to remain in Egypt. To remain with me. To allow your heart to be tethered as mine is to you.” He said, having no idea if she would even understand what he was trying to get across, but sincerely hoping she would. He felt the more he talked, the worse he made himself sound and he just wanted this whole talking about feelings thing to be over.
“Come, you haven’t even seen the rest of the villa.” He said, hoping that she would allow the subject change and they could get back to discussing anything but feelings.
Hena hesitated for the first time in a very long time as she asked about the painting. He had never really shown his work before, it was simply something he did for fun in privacy. Taking credit for the work here and now would be revealing a side to Ana that no one got to see outside of Nia, the artistic side of him, the side he used to express emotions that would never be uttered as words from his lips.
“I did.” He said simply and truthfully, deciding that he would let Ana in on that part of him, at least this specific painting, perhaps not his others. She must already be aware of how he felt for her, after all he was giving her a villa. He didn’t do this for other women, in fact he had never done this sort of thing for anyone else. Normally he didn’t care about keeping his lovers around, but there was something about her that had hooked him, and he wanted her there with him.
He growled just a bit as she questioned him further, he hadn’t thought that he would need to answer so many questions. Could she not assume his feelings from the context of everything? He hated discussing feelings, or admitting them really. He had thought the gift of the painting and the villa would say the words that he did not want to speak, but clearly not.
“I do not care if you wish to travel Egypt, I will not stop you. I offer a house to come back to upon your return, and loving arms to greet you upon such as well.” He started, trying to gather the words to explain what he meant entirely with the gesture.
“I ask that you stand at my side, that you take no other lover. You are not a possession, you are a woman of your own free will. I simply offer a gesture of my affection, and along with such things, I... don’t like the idea of you with another man.” He said, feeling stupid as the words came out of his mouth, his frustration clear at having to try and voice such things.
His teeth clenched as his frustration and embarrassment grew and he felt the anger levels start to rise. It was not her fault, she could not predict his feelings upon asking such questions, and he tried to calm himself down and remind himself of that.
“I have not felt for any woman the way that I feel for you now, and I can’t stand the idea of not having you any longer. I am asking you to remain in Egypt. To remain with me. To allow your heart to be tethered as mine is to you.” He said, having no idea if she would even understand what he was trying to get across, but sincerely hoping she would. He felt the more he talked, the worse he made himself sound and he just wanted this whole talking about feelings thing to be over.
“Come, you haven’t even seen the rest of the villa.” He said, hoping that she would allow the subject change and they could get back to discussing anything but feelings.
Art is the soul spilling into a medium.
The belief was held within Ana for years upon years, as she was lifted from the miserable existence to the exalted life she knew as the bard. It wasn't that Ana's life was perfect, either. There were the trials she went through, the rigors of travel, being hunted down by those who'd caught her in the act of thievery. There was the fact that she needed to leave her beloved Greece and wander into an entirely new world with foreign Gods that she scarcely understood. But, in all of the years Anastasia was called by that name, she'd never been unhappy.
Alone, but satisfied. Separated, but willful.
The world did not destroy Anastasia despite its finest attempts, and she preened at the idea of being represented in artistry in such a way. She reveled in it, glorying in her immortalization within what was now her own home, by the hands of her lover. Art is soul. Hena created this for her, spilling the passions he felt for her, and the simple admission of it was staggering to her. In the life of a bard, Anastasia had no shortage of men attempting to woo her. Their efforts were half-hearted at best, and encouraged for Anastasia saw them as interesting diversions at best, or victims for her machinations if anything else. Her past, perhaps, would become less of a mystery to the exquisite creature in front of her as it became more and more apparent that he was... serious.
Hena obviously seemed uncomfortable, the growl that escaped his lips almost a caution to stop. But, she wouldn't. She couldn't, not when he asked for so much and promised her all of this. She had to inquire despite the fact that he offered her so much. It meant more to her than possibly he would ever know. Then, the very first sentence of his answer brought the smile back to her lips. As he spoke, she felt the nod moving her head, almost as if it was all that she needed to hear. But, he continued.
... and loving arms to greet you upon such as well.
Anastasia reveled in it. She felt herself preen at his words, and she felt the pressure grow within her chest. She listened intently, giving him leave to answer all of her trepidations in earnest. Then, he admitted the truth to her, as well.
I... don't like the idea of you with another man.
In truth, Anastasia didn't feel the need. Men were among her least precious conquests, and though she suspected Hena knew of the attraction she had to the fairer sex, he did not address it. Anastasia did not answer again, for once the flood gates to the truth opened, Hena kept speaking, he kept admitting more to her. She felt the smile blooming to a grin, an amorous expression that seemed almost lopsided upon her features. She'd known the expression of plummeting to the sea from the soaring heights of a cliff. She knew what it was to pass through the sky and feel the wind bite at her face. Right now, it felt the opposite, as if she soared higher and higher and the elation could never stop.
Before she listened to his intent to change the subject, Anastasia had something to say to him, as well. She waited for him to stand and a nimble gesture had her follow him. Then, as he turned away, she pressed herself into his back. Arms looped around his chest, holding him in place as a gentle kiss placed upon the young lord's neck. Slowly, she sought to turn his head, to face him towards her. A hand rested gingerly on his jawline as she claimed his lips in fervor. All that he'd said meant to find reciprocation, all of her words meant nothing in the midst of sensation.
But, they would come, too. Slowly, she guided him to turn around, to face her properly as her hands cupped his face and lowered his gaze to meet hers. Those hazel were awash with moisture, her features dusted with a fever of red.
"I've never felt this way with a man before. If you want me, Akhenaten, then I am yours. Always, I will return to this home for you. As I travel, you will be in my thoughts always. My heart..." she continued, taking his hand and pressing it to her chest. He'd find the tick as feverish as her expression, a ravenous pulse that ticked beyond her ribs and throughout her body.
"Is yours."
Then, she nodded, leaving it at that as he told her,
"Show me everything."
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Art is the soul spilling into a medium.
The belief was held within Ana for years upon years, as she was lifted from the miserable existence to the exalted life she knew as the bard. It wasn't that Ana's life was perfect, either. There were the trials she went through, the rigors of travel, being hunted down by those who'd caught her in the act of thievery. There was the fact that she needed to leave her beloved Greece and wander into an entirely new world with foreign Gods that she scarcely understood. But, in all of the years Anastasia was called by that name, she'd never been unhappy.
Alone, but satisfied. Separated, but willful.
The world did not destroy Anastasia despite its finest attempts, and she preened at the idea of being represented in artistry in such a way. She reveled in it, glorying in her immortalization within what was now her own home, by the hands of her lover. Art is soul. Hena created this for her, spilling the passions he felt for her, and the simple admission of it was staggering to her. In the life of a bard, Anastasia had no shortage of men attempting to woo her. Their efforts were half-hearted at best, and encouraged for Anastasia saw them as interesting diversions at best, or victims for her machinations if anything else. Her past, perhaps, would become less of a mystery to the exquisite creature in front of her as it became more and more apparent that he was... serious.
Hena obviously seemed uncomfortable, the growl that escaped his lips almost a caution to stop. But, she wouldn't. She couldn't, not when he asked for so much and promised her all of this. She had to inquire despite the fact that he offered her so much. It meant more to her than possibly he would ever know. Then, the very first sentence of his answer brought the smile back to her lips. As he spoke, she felt the nod moving her head, almost as if it was all that she needed to hear. But, he continued.
... and loving arms to greet you upon such as well.
Anastasia reveled in it. She felt herself preen at his words, and she felt the pressure grow within her chest. She listened intently, giving him leave to answer all of her trepidations in earnest. Then, he admitted the truth to her, as well.
I... don't like the idea of you with another man.
In truth, Anastasia didn't feel the need. Men were among her least precious conquests, and though she suspected Hena knew of the attraction she had to the fairer sex, he did not address it. Anastasia did not answer again, for once the flood gates to the truth opened, Hena kept speaking, he kept admitting more to her. She felt the smile blooming to a grin, an amorous expression that seemed almost lopsided upon her features. She'd known the expression of plummeting to the sea from the soaring heights of a cliff. She knew what it was to pass through the sky and feel the wind bite at her face. Right now, it felt the opposite, as if she soared higher and higher and the elation could never stop.
Before she listened to his intent to change the subject, Anastasia had something to say to him, as well. She waited for him to stand and a nimble gesture had her follow him. Then, as he turned away, she pressed herself into his back. Arms looped around his chest, holding him in place as a gentle kiss placed upon the young lord's neck. Slowly, she sought to turn his head, to face him towards her. A hand rested gingerly on his jawline as she claimed his lips in fervor. All that he'd said meant to find reciprocation, all of her words meant nothing in the midst of sensation.
But, they would come, too. Slowly, she guided him to turn around, to face her properly as her hands cupped his face and lowered his gaze to meet hers. Those hazel were awash with moisture, her features dusted with a fever of red.
"I've never felt this way with a man before. If you want me, Akhenaten, then I am yours. Always, I will return to this home for you. As I travel, you will be in my thoughts always. My heart..." she continued, taking his hand and pressing it to her chest. He'd find the tick as feverish as her expression, a ravenous pulse that ticked beyond her ribs and throughout her body.
"Is yours."
Then, she nodded, leaving it at that as he told her,
"Show me everything."
Art is the soul spilling into a medium.
The belief was held within Ana for years upon years, as she was lifted from the miserable existence to the exalted life she knew as the bard. It wasn't that Ana's life was perfect, either. There were the trials she went through, the rigors of travel, being hunted down by those who'd caught her in the act of thievery. There was the fact that she needed to leave her beloved Greece and wander into an entirely new world with foreign Gods that she scarcely understood. But, in all of the years Anastasia was called by that name, she'd never been unhappy.
Alone, but satisfied. Separated, but willful.
The world did not destroy Anastasia despite its finest attempts, and she preened at the idea of being represented in artistry in such a way. She reveled in it, glorying in her immortalization within what was now her own home, by the hands of her lover. Art is soul. Hena created this for her, spilling the passions he felt for her, and the simple admission of it was staggering to her. In the life of a bard, Anastasia had no shortage of men attempting to woo her. Their efforts were half-hearted at best, and encouraged for Anastasia saw them as interesting diversions at best, or victims for her machinations if anything else. Her past, perhaps, would become less of a mystery to the exquisite creature in front of her as it became more and more apparent that he was... serious.
Hena obviously seemed uncomfortable, the growl that escaped his lips almost a caution to stop. But, she wouldn't. She couldn't, not when he asked for so much and promised her all of this. She had to inquire despite the fact that he offered her so much. It meant more to her than possibly he would ever know. Then, the very first sentence of his answer brought the smile back to her lips. As he spoke, she felt the nod moving her head, almost as if it was all that she needed to hear. But, he continued.
... and loving arms to greet you upon such as well.
Anastasia reveled in it. She felt herself preen at his words, and she felt the pressure grow within her chest. She listened intently, giving him leave to answer all of her trepidations in earnest. Then, he admitted the truth to her, as well.
I... don't like the idea of you with another man.
In truth, Anastasia didn't feel the need. Men were among her least precious conquests, and though she suspected Hena knew of the attraction she had to the fairer sex, he did not address it. Anastasia did not answer again, for once the flood gates to the truth opened, Hena kept speaking, he kept admitting more to her. She felt the smile blooming to a grin, an amorous expression that seemed almost lopsided upon her features. She'd known the expression of plummeting to the sea from the soaring heights of a cliff. She knew what it was to pass through the sky and feel the wind bite at her face. Right now, it felt the opposite, as if she soared higher and higher and the elation could never stop.
Before she listened to his intent to change the subject, Anastasia had something to say to him, as well. She waited for him to stand and a nimble gesture had her follow him. Then, as he turned away, she pressed herself into his back. Arms looped around his chest, holding him in place as a gentle kiss placed upon the young lord's neck. Slowly, she sought to turn his head, to face him towards her. A hand rested gingerly on his jawline as she claimed his lips in fervor. All that he'd said meant to find reciprocation, all of her words meant nothing in the midst of sensation.
But, they would come, too. Slowly, she guided him to turn around, to face her properly as her hands cupped his face and lowered his gaze to meet hers. Those hazel were awash with moisture, her features dusted with a fever of red.
"I've never felt this way with a man before. If you want me, Akhenaten, then I am yours. Always, I will return to this home for you. As I travel, you will be in my thoughts always. My heart..." she continued, taking his hand and pressing it to her chest. He'd find the tick as feverish as her expression, a ravenous pulse that ticked beyond her ribs and throughout her body.
"Is yours."
Then, she nodded, leaving it at that as he told her,
"Show me everything."
Hena had a vague idea that his lover preferred women over men, but it was unspoken between the two of them, and he would prefer that it stayed that way. There was no reason for either of them to discuss that. If she wanted to take women as lovers, he had no issues with that. It was not the same as if she took a man as her lover when she was with him. He wasn’t sure what entirely was different, but there was something about the idea of a male lover that made him unhappy.
He was relieved as she agreed to his proposition finally, her delay had him thinking that perhaps she was going to say no. It had been a small worry, but a worry none the less. He knew it was ridiculous of him, that he shouldn’t be worrying about something like this, but here he was. He had never worried over a woman before, or rather if she was interested in only being with him.
He was glad for the distraction as she agreed to drop the subject and instead go and see the rest of the villa with him. He no longer wished to discuss feelings. Or well, he hadn’t wished to discuss it in the first place. The things he did for this woman, he never thought he would ever be someone to discuss feelings or anything like that.
Yet here he was.
He put his arm around her and began to give her a tour, showing her every bit of the place. He was showing off a bit, admittedly. The place was expensive, as was the furniture that he had filled it with. He hadn’t spared any expenses, wishing to impress her. In case she was unsure about wanting to be with him, he had hoped that the place would help her make her mind up.
“Tell me then, what do you think?” He asked once they finished the tour. He wanted her genuine opinion. He didn’t know much about her tastes, but he knew that she liked nice things, and so he figured that his own tastes would have to suit her.
He wasn’t sure how long she would actually choose to stay anyways. She seemed sort of like the flighty type, as if she was ready to run away at any moment.
“I will have it stocked properly with food and wine soon. There is some supplies, but the rest of what I ordered is being shipped in. It will be brought here soon.” He explained. There was enough for her to get by comfortably for quite some time. He would see to it that she would have what ever she needed.
He paused then, back at the entrance to the villa, and pulled her in close to him, pressing a kiss to her lips as he did. He had never felt his way about a woman, but some how this random woman from a tavern had stolen his heart, and he hated it as much as he loved it.
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Hena had a vague idea that his lover preferred women over men, but it was unspoken between the two of them, and he would prefer that it stayed that way. There was no reason for either of them to discuss that. If she wanted to take women as lovers, he had no issues with that. It was not the same as if she took a man as her lover when she was with him. He wasn’t sure what entirely was different, but there was something about the idea of a male lover that made him unhappy.
He was relieved as she agreed to his proposition finally, her delay had him thinking that perhaps she was going to say no. It had been a small worry, but a worry none the less. He knew it was ridiculous of him, that he shouldn’t be worrying about something like this, but here he was. He had never worried over a woman before, or rather if she was interested in only being with him.
He was glad for the distraction as she agreed to drop the subject and instead go and see the rest of the villa with him. He no longer wished to discuss feelings. Or well, he hadn’t wished to discuss it in the first place. The things he did for this woman, he never thought he would ever be someone to discuss feelings or anything like that.
Yet here he was.
He put his arm around her and began to give her a tour, showing her every bit of the place. He was showing off a bit, admittedly. The place was expensive, as was the furniture that he had filled it with. He hadn’t spared any expenses, wishing to impress her. In case she was unsure about wanting to be with him, he had hoped that the place would help her make her mind up.
“Tell me then, what do you think?” He asked once they finished the tour. He wanted her genuine opinion. He didn’t know much about her tastes, but he knew that she liked nice things, and so he figured that his own tastes would have to suit her.
He wasn’t sure how long she would actually choose to stay anyways. She seemed sort of like the flighty type, as if she was ready to run away at any moment.
“I will have it stocked properly with food and wine soon. There is some supplies, but the rest of what I ordered is being shipped in. It will be brought here soon.” He explained. There was enough for her to get by comfortably for quite some time. He would see to it that she would have what ever she needed.
He paused then, back at the entrance to the villa, and pulled her in close to him, pressing a kiss to her lips as he did. He had never felt his way about a woman, but some how this random woman from a tavern had stolen his heart, and he hated it as much as he loved it.
Hena had a vague idea that his lover preferred women over men, but it was unspoken between the two of them, and he would prefer that it stayed that way. There was no reason for either of them to discuss that. If she wanted to take women as lovers, he had no issues with that. It was not the same as if she took a man as her lover when she was with him. He wasn’t sure what entirely was different, but there was something about the idea of a male lover that made him unhappy.
He was relieved as she agreed to his proposition finally, her delay had him thinking that perhaps she was going to say no. It had been a small worry, but a worry none the less. He knew it was ridiculous of him, that he shouldn’t be worrying about something like this, but here he was. He had never worried over a woman before, or rather if she was interested in only being with him.
He was glad for the distraction as she agreed to drop the subject and instead go and see the rest of the villa with him. He no longer wished to discuss feelings. Or well, he hadn’t wished to discuss it in the first place. The things he did for this woman, he never thought he would ever be someone to discuss feelings or anything like that.
Yet here he was.
He put his arm around her and began to give her a tour, showing her every bit of the place. He was showing off a bit, admittedly. The place was expensive, as was the furniture that he had filled it with. He hadn’t spared any expenses, wishing to impress her. In case she was unsure about wanting to be with him, he had hoped that the place would help her make her mind up.
“Tell me then, what do you think?” He asked once they finished the tour. He wanted her genuine opinion. He didn’t know much about her tastes, but he knew that she liked nice things, and so he figured that his own tastes would have to suit her.
He wasn’t sure how long she would actually choose to stay anyways. She seemed sort of like the flighty type, as if she was ready to run away at any moment.
“I will have it stocked properly with food and wine soon. There is some supplies, but the rest of what I ordered is being shipped in. It will be brought here soon.” He explained. There was enough for her to get by comfortably for quite some time. He would see to it that she would have what ever she needed.
He paused then, back at the entrance to the villa, and pulled her in close to him, pressing a kiss to her lips as he did. He had never felt his way about a woman, but some how this random woman from a tavern had stolen his heart, and he hated it as much as he loved it.
With Hena's arm wrapped about her, she felt a sort of comfort she'd never thought she'd know. Anastasia of the Fallen Star was a traveler, a wanderer and a woman with an identity hidden away and given to naught. She drowned her former self in wine and labours to the Gods, then drowned that self away as she set course for Africa and left Greece behind. The regret of having to do that lessened by the day as she accepted her place in Egypt, as she spent more and more time with Akhenaten and now... he offered her a place to stay in perpetuity. No longer did Anastasia need to wander, live in fear of one merchant or another that she'd wronged.
Was that how she lived? In fear? She loved to travel, but as she reflected on it, the need weighed against the desire to... She affirmed it in her mind that she traveled as a means of hiding. No longer did she need to. So, what was the purpose in traveling? Satisfaction of one's wanderlust was, perhaps, sufficient. Anastasia, as she battled against the nature of remaining in one place after so long of a time traveling constantly, would need to reinvent herself again. And yet... this time, that reinvention wasn't alone. She took her mind away from that looming necessity as Hena asked her of her thoughts, as her brain processed what her eyes had seen and she brought words to the thoughts she made eclipse what was just moment before.
"It's wonderful, Hena," she began, tightening her embrace about the Egyptian noble before she tipped towards him to place a gentle kiss upon his throat. But, that wasn't enough of an answer to satisfy him, surely. She was a poet, an artisan of words and such a simple answer would alert the man to the thoughts that drifted beneath the surface.
"It's as if you reached into my thoughts and produced the property I'd have dreamed of having. Not so large as to be lonely, but exquisite nonetheless. The painting was such a wonderful touch," she mused, reaching up to brush along the lord's jawline before she added,
"And the linens.... the curtains, the bed sheets. The bed! I've only had such splendid accommodations in Greece," she mused, the bullion she'd amassed presumably still hidden away. Anastasia lamented that fact, for she'd brought only what she had with her when chased out of Taengea by that wretched man, Kreios. She let a soft sigh escape her lips before she took Hena's hands and guided him to her bedroom. She threw herself on the bed and patted the spot next to her for him to join her.
"Lay with me, so that my first time in this bed isn't alone. Come closer, that I might miss your embrace when you leave."
If he listened to her, she'd draw nearer still, claiming his lips with her own, fingers drawing along the man's chest before she added,
"Thank you, for being my reason to stay here."
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With Hena's arm wrapped about her, she felt a sort of comfort she'd never thought she'd know. Anastasia of the Fallen Star was a traveler, a wanderer and a woman with an identity hidden away and given to naught. She drowned her former self in wine and labours to the Gods, then drowned that self away as she set course for Africa and left Greece behind. The regret of having to do that lessened by the day as she accepted her place in Egypt, as she spent more and more time with Akhenaten and now... he offered her a place to stay in perpetuity. No longer did Anastasia need to wander, live in fear of one merchant or another that she'd wronged.
Was that how she lived? In fear? She loved to travel, but as she reflected on it, the need weighed against the desire to... She affirmed it in her mind that she traveled as a means of hiding. No longer did she need to. So, what was the purpose in traveling? Satisfaction of one's wanderlust was, perhaps, sufficient. Anastasia, as she battled against the nature of remaining in one place after so long of a time traveling constantly, would need to reinvent herself again. And yet... this time, that reinvention wasn't alone. She took her mind away from that looming necessity as Hena asked her of her thoughts, as her brain processed what her eyes had seen and she brought words to the thoughts she made eclipse what was just moment before.
"It's wonderful, Hena," she began, tightening her embrace about the Egyptian noble before she tipped towards him to place a gentle kiss upon his throat. But, that wasn't enough of an answer to satisfy him, surely. She was a poet, an artisan of words and such a simple answer would alert the man to the thoughts that drifted beneath the surface.
"It's as if you reached into my thoughts and produced the property I'd have dreamed of having. Not so large as to be lonely, but exquisite nonetheless. The painting was such a wonderful touch," she mused, reaching up to brush along the lord's jawline before she added,
"And the linens.... the curtains, the bed sheets. The bed! I've only had such splendid accommodations in Greece," she mused, the bullion she'd amassed presumably still hidden away. Anastasia lamented that fact, for she'd brought only what she had with her when chased out of Taengea by that wretched man, Kreios. She let a soft sigh escape her lips before she took Hena's hands and guided him to her bedroom. She threw herself on the bed and patted the spot next to her for him to join her.
"Lay with me, so that my first time in this bed isn't alone. Come closer, that I might miss your embrace when you leave."
If he listened to her, she'd draw nearer still, claiming his lips with her own, fingers drawing along the man's chest before she added,
"Thank you, for being my reason to stay here."
With Hena's arm wrapped about her, she felt a sort of comfort she'd never thought she'd know. Anastasia of the Fallen Star was a traveler, a wanderer and a woman with an identity hidden away and given to naught. She drowned her former self in wine and labours to the Gods, then drowned that self away as she set course for Africa and left Greece behind. The regret of having to do that lessened by the day as she accepted her place in Egypt, as she spent more and more time with Akhenaten and now... he offered her a place to stay in perpetuity. No longer did Anastasia need to wander, live in fear of one merchant or another that she'd wronged.
Was that how she lived? In fear? She loved to travel, but as she reflected on it, the need weighed against the desire to... She affirmed it in her mind that she traveled as a means of hiding. No longer did she need to. So, what was the purpose in traveling? Satisfaction of one's wanderlust was, perhaps, sufficient. Anastasia, as she battled against the nature of remaining in one place after so long of a time traveling constantly, would need to reinvent herself again. And yet... this time, that reinvention wasn't alone. She took her mind away from that looming necessity as Hena asked her of her thoughts, as her brain processed what her eyes had seen and she brought words to the thoughts she made eclipse what was just moment before.
"It's wonderful, Hena," she began, tightening her embrace about the Egyptian noble before she tipped towards him to place a gentle kiss upon his throat. But, that wasn't enough of an answer to satisfy him, surely. She was a poet, an artisan of words and such a simple answer would alert the man to the thoughts that drifted beneath the surface.
"It's as if you reached into my thoughts and produced the property I'd have dreamed of having. Not so large as to be lonely, but exquisite nonetheless. The painting was such a wonderful touch," she mused, reaching up to brush along the lord's jawline before she added,
"And the linens.... the curtains, the bed sheets. The bed! I've only had such splendid accommodations in Greece," she mused, the bullion she'd amassed presumably still hidden away. Anastasia lamented that fact, for she'd brought only what she had with her when chased out of Taengea by that wretched man, Kreios. She let a soft sigh escape her lips before she took Hena's hands and guided him to her bedroom. She threw herself on the bed and patted the spot next to her for him to join her.
"Lay with me, so that my first time in this bed isn't alone. Come closer, that I might miss your embrace when you leave."
If he listened to her, she'd draw nearer still, claiming his lips with her own, fingers drawing along the man's chest before she added,
"Thank you, for being my reason to stay here."
Ana was right in the thought that her initial words would not be enough to satisfy the Lord. He had spent a lot of coin and put in a lot of effort to make the place as elegant as it was and make it to what he thought her tastes would be, he wanted more of a reaction than she had given him. He was going to comment, but before he could, it was like she sensed what he was going to say as more words came from her about the house.
He followed her as she lead him towards the bed that was to be hers, gladly moving to lay with her. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close in against him, his arms wrapping around her in a loving and protective way. A way that he had never held another woman, one that was not born of lust, but instead born of a lot more feeling.
“You would have found reason if not for me.” He said simply, and he was sure it was true. She had no lack of suitors, and while he considered himself the best of all of them, he was sure that someone would have come along and she would have settled with them instead of him. It was just fate that they had come upon each other and crashed into each other with such feeling.
“I can not stay long, I do have business to attend to. I just wanted to see your reaction for myself upon seeing these walls and what lay in them.” He said, one hand reached up to push some of her hair behind her ear before running his fingers down her cheek. His tender motions and the look in his eyes showed his feelings behind his normally pompous attitude.
“I will leave you the rest of the day to fetch your belongings and make yourself comfortable within the house. The servants are at your beck and call, do not be afraid to use them for assistance.” He said, pulling her in then for a kiss, letting their lips linger together for a moment before pulling away.
“I must go. But I will return tonight and will be all yours.” He assured her, pressing one more kiss to her lips before he forced himself to get up off the bed. He would much rather stay there in the bed with her, to shrug off his responsibility and instead remove her clothing and spend his day doing things that were a lot more fun.
Except today his responsibilities were not ones that he was being forced to tend to, these ones were of his own choice and he needed to do them to set his plans in motion. He had big plans, and he knew that he would need to actually put in some work to see them to the end.
Though he did not say any of this to Ana, she did not need to know what he was doing.
“Enjoy.” He said, giving Ana one more smirk before he turned and left, heading out of the villa and off to do his own stuff for the day, leaving her to do what ever she wished.
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Ana was right in the thought that her initial words would not be enough to satisfy the Lord. He had spent a lot of coin and put in a lot of effort to make the place as elegant as it was and make it to what he thought her tastes would be, he wanted more of a reaction than she had given him. He was going to comment, but before he could, it was like she sensed what he was going to say as more words came from her about the house.
He followed her as she lead him towards the bed that was to be hers, gladly moving to lay with her. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close in against him, his arms wrapping around her in a loving and protective way. A way that he had never held another woman, one that was not born of lust, but instead born of a lot more feeling.
“You would have found reason if not for me.” He said simply, and he was sure it was true. She had no lack of suitors, and while he considered himself the best of all of them, he was sure that someone would have come along and she would have settled with them instead of him. It was just fate that they had come upon each other and crashed into each other with such feeling.
“I can not stay long, I do have business to attend to. I just wanted to see your reaction for myself upon seeing these walls and what lay in them.” He said, one hand reached up to push some of her hair behind her ear before running his fingers down her cheek. His tender motions and the look in his eyes showed his feelings behind his normally pompous attitude.
“I will leave you the rest of the day to fetch your belongings and make yourself comfortable within the house. The servants are at your beck and call, do not be afraid to use them for assistance.” He said, pulling her in then for a kiss, letting their lips linger together for a moment before pulling away.
“I must go. But I will return tonight and will be all yours.” He assured her, pressing one more kiss to her lips before he forced himself to get up off the bed. He would much rather stay there in the bed with her, to shrug off his responsibility and instead remove her clothing and spend his day doing things that were a lot more fun.
Except today his responsibilities were not ones that he was being forced to tend to, these ones were of his own choice and he needed to do them to set his plans in motion. He had big plans, and he knew that he would need to actually put in some work to see them to the end.
Though he did not say any of this to Ana, she did not need to know what he was doing.
“Enjoy.” He said, giving Ana one more smirk before he turned and left, heading out of the villa and off to do his own stuff for the day, leaving her to do what ever she wished.
Ana was right in the thought that her initial words would not be enough to satisfy the Lord. He had spent a lot of coin and put in a lot of effort to make the place as elegant as it was and make it to what he thought her tastes would be, he wanted more of a reaction than she had given him. He was going to comment, but before he could, it was like she sensed what he was going to say as more words came from her about the house.
He followed her as she lead him towards the bed that was to be hers, gladly moving to lay with her. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close in against him, his arms wrapping around her in a loving and protective way. A way that he had never held another woman, one that was not born of lust, but instead born of a lot more feeling.
“You would have found reason if not for me.” He said simply, and he was sure it was true. She had no lack of suitors, and while he considered himself the best of all of them, he was sure that someone would have come along and she would have settled with them instead of him. It was just fate that they had come upon each other and crashed into each other with such feeling.
“I can not stay long, I do have business to attend to. I just wanted to see your reaction for myself upon seeing these walls and what lay in them.” He said, one hand reached up to push some of her hair behind her ear before running his fingers down her cheek. His tender motions and the look in his eyes showed his feelings behind his normally pompous attitude.
“I will leave you the rest of the day to fetch your belongings and make yourself comfortable within the house. The servants are at your beck and call, do not be afraid to use them for assistance.” He said, pulling her in then for a kiss, letting their lips linger together for a moment before pulling away.
“I must go. But I will return tonight and will be all yours.” He assured her, pressing one more kiss to her lips before he forced himself to get up off the bed. He would much rather stay there in the bed with her, to shrug off his responsibility and instead remove her clothing and spend his day doing things that were a lot more fun.
Except today his responsibilities were not ones that he was being forced to tend to, these ones were of his own choice and he needed to do them to set his plans in motion. He had big plans, and he knew that he would need to actually put in some work to see them to the end.
Though he did not say any of this to Ana, she did not need to know what he was doing.
“Enjoy.” He said, giving Ana one more smirk before he turned and left, heading out of the villa and off to do his own stuff for the day, leaving her to do what ever she wished.