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Princess Tythra, like any good Greek, believed in the gods and worshiped them to the best of her ability. Each and every god was worthy of tribute. Ares in times of war, Demeter for a good harvest, and Aphrodite for love. Love was something that Tythra did not necessarily… need. She had married once. It was loveless, but it was fine. The man was great at sex, at least, and in that sex two lovely daughters were produced. That was all the Princess needed.
However, that was not necessarily what she had in mind for Essa and Imeeya. She wanted them, no expected them, to have good, proper marriages. Essa would continue the family name, Imeeya would marry higher and be as powerful as any Drakos woman with Kotas blood should. Those two would grow to be fine ladies, and Tythra fully expected them to exceed even her when she finally allowed herself to go to Hades, confident in her children’s success.
However, a little god intervention wouldn’t hurt. All Princess Tythra had to do was ask. What was the harm? Aphrodite could bless her daughters with two lovely men. A smart baron who is willing to listen to Essa and whatever she desires, and a lovely Prince who would make Imeeya the Queen she deserves to be. That was all Tythra wanted from the goddess. She was not so selfish to ask for herself. She had her moment, and the moment was long passed.
Tythra made her way to the temple. Each step was confident and filled with power, as she typically had. Her eyes swept the area, making note of all the lonely saps thinking a little love would save their crumbling life. It wouldn’t. Love was a tool, just as any emotion was. They would not have happiness without the proper training to use it. Tythra’s daughters had the proper training, and so love will open the way to fulfill their many desires. Not these idiots, groveling at the feet of Aphrodite, as if she would will away each of their little problems away.
Tythra passed by one of the men asking patronage of the Goddess. Her nose wrinkled. Perhaps a bath should be what you begin with, before bothing the Goddess with your begging. Tythra thought to herself, walking away from the stench.
Her eyes laid upon a woman. She looked to be wearing the garb of a Priestess, and did not look like she had a stench like the… other people may have. Tythra, with her chin ever up, walked over to the Priestess. “How do I do this… praying for love that all these people seem to do, Priestess?” She asked out right, without so much of an introduction. “Not for myself, clearly, but for my daughters. Am I to… get on my knees?” That was something that Tythra would not want to do, but never was she one to upset the gods. “Or a sacrifice of some sort? A patronage? What would you suggest, priestess, that would please Lady Aphrodite?”
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Princess Tythra, like any good Greek, believed in the gods and worshiped them to the best of her ability. Each and every god was worthy of tribute. Ares in times of war, Demeter for a good harvest, and Aphrodite for love. Love was something that Tythra did not necessarily… need. She had married once. It was loveless, but it was fine. The man was great at sex, at least, and in that sex two lovely daughters were produced. That was all the Princess needed.
However, that was not necessarily what she had in mind for Essa and Imeeya. She wanted them, no expected them, to have good, proper marriages. Essa would continue the family name, Imeeya would marry higher and be as powerful as any Drakos woman with Kotas blood should. Those two would grow to be fine ladies, and Tythra fully expected them to exceed even her when she finally allowed herself to go to Hades, confident in her children’s success.
However, a little god intervention wouldn’t hurt. All Princess Tythra had to do was ask. What was the harm? Aphrodite could bless her daughters with two lovely men. A smart baron who is willing to listen to Essa and whatever she desires, and a lovely Prince who would make Imeeya the Queen she deserves to be. That was all Tythra wanted from the goddess. She was not so selfish to ask for herself. She had her moment, and the moment was long passed.
Tythra made her way to the temple. Each step was confident and filled with power, as she typically had. Her eyes swept the area, making note of all the lonely saps thinking a little love would save their crumbling life. It wouldn’t. Love was a tool, just as any emotion was. They would not have happiness without the proper training to use it. Tythra’s daughters had the proper training, and so love will open the way to fulfill their many desires. Not these idiots, groveling at the feet of Aphrodite, as if she would will away each of their little problems away.
Tythra passed by one of the men asking patronage of the Goddess. Her nose wrinkled. Perhaps a bath should be what you begin with, before bothing the Goddess with your begging. Tythra thought to herself, walking away from the stench.
Her eyes laid upon a woman. She looked to be wearing the garb of a Priestess, and did not look like she had a stench like the… other people may have. Tythra, with her chin ever up, walked over to the Priestess. “How do I do this… praying for love that all these people seem to do, Priestess?” She asked out right, without so much of an introduction. “Not for myself, clearly, but for my daughters. Am I to… get on my knees?” That was something that Tythra would not want to do, but never was she one to upset the gods. “Or a sacrifice of some sort? A patronage? What would you suggest, priestess, that would please Lady Aphrodite?”
Princess Tythra, like any good Greek, believed in the gods and worshiped them to the best of her ability. Each and every god was worthy of tribute. Ares in times of war, Demeter for a good harvest, and Aphrodite for love. Love was something that Tythra did not necessarily… need. She had married once. It was loveless, but it was fine. The man was great at sex, at least, and in that sex two lovely daughters were produced. That was all the Princess needed.
However, that was not necessarily what she had in mind for Essa and Imeeya. She wanted them, no expected them, to have good, proper marriages. Essa would continue the family name, Imeeya would marry higher and be as powerful as any Drakos woman with Kotas blood should. Those two would grow to be fine ladies, and Tythra fully expected them to exceed even her when she finally allowed herself to go to Hades, confident in her children’s success.
However, a little god intervention wouldn’t hurt. All Princess Tythra had to do was ask. What was the harm? Aphrodite could bless her daughters with two lovely men. A smart baron who is willing to listen to Essa and whatever she desires, and a lovely Prince who would make Imeeya the Queen she deserves to be. That was all Tythra wanted from the goddess. She was not so selfish to ask for herself. She had her moment, and the moment was long passed.
Tythra made her way to the temple. Each step was confident and filled with power, as she typically had. Her eyes swept the area, making note of all the lonely saps thinking a little love would save their crumbling life. It wouldn’t. Love was a tool, just as any emotion was. They would not have happiness without the proper training to use it. Tythra’s daughters had the proper training, and so love will open the way to fulfill their many desires. Not these idiots, groveling at the feet of Aphrodite, as if she would will away each of their little problems away.
Tythra passed by one of the men asking patronage of the Goddess. Her nose wrinkled. Perhaps a bath should be what you begin with, before bothing the Goddess with your begging. Tythra thought to herself, walking away from the stench.
Her eyes laid upon a woman. She looked to be wearing the garb of a Priestess, and did not look like she had a stench like the… other people may have. Tythra, with her chin ever up, walked over to the Priestess. “How do I do this… praying for love that all these people seem to do, Priestess?” She asked out right, without so much of an introduction. “Not for myself, clearly, but for my daughters. Am I to… get on my knees?” That was something that Tythra would not want to do, but never was she one to upset the gods. “Or a sacrifice of some sort? A patronage? What would you suggest, priestess, that would please Lady Aphrodite?”
As opposed to what the Princess Tythra was thinking, Euterpe knew love could save a life. In fact, it had saved many lives throughout the course of human history and surely would for the eternity to come. It could also destroy lives, decimate them into ashes of what they once were. Perhaps the princess did not value the power of love, but the young priestess knew better. Love was the single most powerful force on this earth.
Citing womanly troubles, the flame-haired Harimtu had been relieved of her duties for the day, leaving her free to attend to other chores or diversions as she saw fit. The times when she wasn’t between the sheets, she often drifted among Aphrodite’s supplicants, hearing their prayers and raising them together. After all, Euterpe answered to a higher calling; that calling frequently took on more than one form.
Was it fate or coincidence that saw the priestess out in the temple proper when Princess Tythra arrived? While Euterpe spent most of her time behind the walls of the Aphrodisias, of course she knew what the princess looked like. The way she carried herself, the determined and self-assured stride, only confirmed her identity, and the young woman blinked in surprise when Tythra began to approach her. Swallowing hard, she straightened her posture and pushed her hair back from her face, hoping she didn’t have any smudges on her teeth or dirt under her fingernails. Doing a quick check of her hands, she was relieved to find they were clean—it wouldn’t do for a priestess of the temple to appear unkempt in front of royalty.
Gathering her composure, Euterpe spread the skirt of her ivory chiton in a curtsy, straightening back up to fold her hands in front of her. Listening with polite interest to the woman’s inquiry, she smiled. “Well, Your Highness, I would say those are all acceptable methods of prayer,” she replied with a soft chuckle. It was not a sound of disrespect, just simple mirth, her smile deepening as she went on, “I suppose it depends on whatever you’re most comfortable with. I will say, however, our lady Aphrodite is a proud and somewhat vain sort of goddess. She tends to be fond of offerings—things like flowers, perfumes, sweets, the like. My recommendation would be to start there.”
Regarding the princess curiously, Euterpe asked, “You come seeking love for your daughters, Your Highness?” She found it curious the woman specifically excluded herself from the sentiment, as if it were a given, but she did not press the matter. Love could find one in the most unexpected ways at the most unexpected times. It did not matter whether one was willing or not; if it were meant to find you, it would.
The priestess pulled her mind away from such musing; after all, that wasn’t what the woman was here for. If she wanted her help, she would give it, though she wasn’t entirely sure of what the princess was asking. “It is a kind thing, I think, for a mother to wish for a daughter’s love and happiness. Too many parents look only at the advantages of a marriage, rather than the sentiment within. We all deserve joy in our mates, don’t you think?”
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As opposed to what the Princess Tythra was thinking, Euterpe knew love could save a life. In fact, it had saved many lives throughout the course of human history and surely would for the eternity to come. It could also destroy lives, decimate them into ashes of what they once were. Perhaps the princess did not value the power of love, but the young priestess knew better. Love was the single most powerful force on this earth.
Citing womanly troubles, the flame-haired Harimtu had been relieved of her duties for the day, leaving her free to attend to other chores or diversions as she saw fit. The times when she wasn’t between the sheets, she often drifted among Aphrodite’s supplicants, hearing their prayers and raising them together. After all, Euterpe answered to a higher calling; that calling frequently took on more than one form.
Was it fate or coincidence that saw the priestess out in the temple proper when Princess Tythra arrived? While Euterpe spent most of her time behind the walls of the Aphrodisias, of course she knew what the princess looked like. The way she carried herself, the determined and self-assured stride, only confirmed her identity, and the young woman blinked in surprise when Tythra began to approach her. Swallowing hard, she straightened her posture and pushed her hair back from her face, hoping she didn’t have any smudges on her teeth or dirt under her fingernails. Doing a quick check of her hands, she was relieved to find they were clean—it wouldn’t do for a priestess of the temple to appear unkempt in front of royalty.
Gathering her composure, Euterpe spread the skirt of her ivory chiton in a curtsy, straightening back up to fold her hands in front of her. Listening with polite interest to the woman’s inquiry, she smiled. “Well, Your Highness, I would say those are all acceptable methods of prayer,” she replied with a soft chuckle. It was not a sound of disrespect, just simple mirth, her smile deepening as she went on, “I suppose it depends on whatever you’re most comfortable with. I will say, however, our lady Aphrodite is a proud and somewhat vain sort of goddess. She tends to be fond of offerings—things like flowers, perfumes, sweets, the like. My recommendation would be to start there.”
Regarding the princess curiously, Euterpe asked, “You come seeking love for your daughters, Your Highness?” She found it curious the woman specifically excluded herself from the sentiment, as if it were a given, but she did not press the matter. Love could find one in the most unexpected ways at the most unexpected times. It did not matter whether one was willing or not; if it were meant to find you, it would.
The priestess pulled her mind away from such musing; after all, that wasn’t what the woman was here for. If she wanted her help, she would give it, though she wasn’t entirely sure of what the princess was asking. “It is a kind thing, I think, for a mother to wish for a daughter’s love and happiness. Too many parents look only at the advantages of a marriage, rather than the sentiment within. We all deserve joy in our mates, don’t you think?”
As opposed to what the Princess Tythra was thinking, Euterpe knew love could save a life. In fact, it had saved many lives throughout the course of human history and surely would for the eternity to come. It could also destroy lives, decimate them into ashes of what they once were. Perhaps the princess did not value the power of love, but the young priestess knew better. Love was the single most powerful force on this earth.
Citing womanly troubles, the flame-haired Harimtu had been relieved of her duties for the day, leaving her free to attend to other chores or diversions as she saw fit. The times when she wasn’t between the sheets, she often drifted among Aphrodite’s supplicants, hearing their prayers and raising them together. After all, Euterpe answered to a higher calling; that calling frequently took on more than one form.
Was it fate or coincidence that saw the priestess out in the temple proper when Princess Tythra arrived? While Euterpe spent most of her time behind the walls of the Aphrodisias, of course she knew what the princess looked like. The way she carried herself, the determined and self-assured stride, only confirmed her identity, and the young woman blinked in surprise when Tythra began to approach her. Swallowing hard, she straightened her posture and pushed her hair back from her face, hoping she didn’t have any smudges on her teeth or dirt under her fingernails. Doing a quick check of her hands, she was relieved to find they were clean—it wouldn’t do for a priestess of the temple to appear unkempt in front of royalty.
Gathering her composure, Euterpe spread the skirt of her ivory chiton in a curtsy, straightening back up to fold her hands in front of her. Listening with polite interest to the woman’s inquiry, she smiled. “Well, Your Highness, I would say those are all acceptable methods of prayer,” she replied with a soft chuckle. It was not a sound of disrespect, just simple mirth, her smile deepening as she went on, “I suppose it depends on whatever you’re most comfortable with. I will say, however, our lady Aphrodite is a proud and somewhat vain sort of goddess. She tends to be fond of offerings—things like flowers, perfumes, sweets, the like. My recommendation would be to start there.”
Regarding the princess curiously, Euterpe asked, “You come seeking love for your daughters, Your Highness?” She found it curious the woman specifically excluded herself from the sentiment, as if it were a given, but she did not press the matter. Love could find one in the most unexpected ways at the most unexpected times. It did not matter whether one was willing or not; if it were meant to find you, it would.
The priestess pulled her mind away from such musing; after all, that wasn’t what the woman was here for. If she wanted her help, she would give it, though she wasn’t entirely sure of what the princess was asking. “It is a kind thing, I think, for a mother to wish for a daughter’s love and happiness. Too many parents look only at the advantages of a marriage, rather than the sentiment within. We all deserve joy in our mates, don’t you think?”
Tythra felt attacked. The woman spoke to her with kindness and a smile, but her words felt pointed as if she could read the mind of the princess. Too many parents look only at the advantages of a marriage, rather than the sentiment within. Tythra did not know, nor care, what peasants sought. Whether it was love or advantage, how they married was entirely their own business. But within royalty simply marrying for love was… unnatural. With marriage came a duty to one’s family. Should royalty be allowed to marry for love, then blood would dilute the pure lines, and a commoner could find themself seated as king.
Love and marriage were two completely different things. However, it did not mean the two had to be mutually exclusive. She wished that her daughters experienced love and marriage to a man who is proper, that would serve the Drakos family, and would elevate Imeeya and Essa to new heights. It seemed this priestess that Tythra had chosen to talk to was rather naive, simply believing in love blindly and not the merit that may come with it. Was this what Lady Aphrodite taught of her priestesses? Of no disrespect of the Goddess, but if she was a ‘somewhat vain’ sort of goddess, then would she not want her daughters to marry for their own prestige?
“Right…” Tythra said slowly, “Perfume, flowers, sweets? That itself does not sound hard.” Tythra had money to spare and no expense was too much for her darling daughters. Should Aphrodite desire perfume, Tythra would construct a fountain of it. Should she want flowers, Tythra would dedicate a whole field to the goddess. And sweets? The people of Colchis would desire something they cannot have, for Tythra would buy it all to make Aphrodite happy. If it assured a proper and happy marriage to bother her girls.
But now Tythra hesitated. She did not want love if it came from someone who was not worthy of it. She did not want Imeeya to run away with a farmer’s boy, or Essa to find herself in the arms of some sand rat from Egypt. Things had to be proper, correct, and right. And if Lady Aphrodite were to grant them love without care for whether the man would be best suited for the Drakos family, was that something that she wished to pray for?
Perhaps it was a mistake for Tythra to come here prematurely. She should find a political match for her daughter and then pray for that marriage to be filled with love. To come here with no specific goal in mind was foolish and entirely out of character for the typical thoughtful, logical, and tactful princess. “Are love and advantages mutually exclusive?” The Princess pondered, looking at the young priestess. “Could one not pray for love in a man that would benefit the family and name? Is it wrong of those parents to look at the advantages of marriage? Love alone is not a guarantee of power or money which contributes to a person’s happiness.”
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Tythra felt attacked. The woman spoke to her with kindness and a smile, but her words felt pointed as if she could read the mind of the princess. Too many parents look only at the advantages of a marriage, rather than the sentiment within. Tythra did not know, nor care, what peasants sought. Whether it was love or advantage, how they married was entirely their own business. But within royalty simply marrying for love was… unnatural. With marriage came a duty to one’s family. Should royalty be allowed to marry for love, then blood would dilute the pure lines, and a commoner could find themself seated as king.
Love and marriage were two completely different things. However, it did not mean the two had to be mutually exclusive. She wished that her daughters experienced love and marriage to a man who is proper, that would serve the Drakos family, and would elevate Imeeya and Essa to new heights. It seemed this priestess that Tythra had chosen to talk to was rather naive, simply believing in love blindly and not the merit that may come with it. Was this what Lady Aphrodite taught of her priestesses? Of no disrespect of the Goddess, but if she was a ‘somewhat vain’ sort of goddess, then would she not want her daughters to marry for their own prestige?
“Right…” Tythra said slowly, “Perfume, flowers, sweets? That itself does not sound hard.” Tythra had money to spare and no expense was too much for her darling daughters. Should Aphrodite desire perfume, Tythra would construct a fountain of it. Should she want flowers, Tythra would dedicate a whole field to the goddess. And sweets? The people of Colchis would desire something they cannot have, for Tythra would buy it all to make Aphrodite happy. If it assured a proper and happy marriage to bother her girls.
But now Tythra hesitated. She did not want love if it came from someone who was not worthy of it. She did not want Imeeya to run away with a farmer’s boy, or Essa to find herself in the arms of some sand rat from Egypt. Things had to be proper, correct, and right. And if Lady Aphrodite were to grant them love without care for whether the man would be best suited for the Drakos family, was that something that she wished to pray for?
Perhaps it was a mistake for Tythra to come here prematurely. She should find a political match for her daughter and then pray for that marriage to be filled with love. To come here with no specific goal in mind was foolish and entirely out of character for the typical thoughtful, logical, and tactful princess. “Are love and advantages mutually exclusive?” The Princess pondered, looking at the young priestess. “Could one not pray for love in a man that would benefit the family and name? Is it wrong of those parents to look at the advantages of marriage? Love alone is not a guarantee of power or money which contributes to a person’s happiness.”
Tythra felt attacked. The woman spoke to her with kindness and a smile, but her words felt pointed as if she could read the mind of the princess. Too many parents look only at the advantages of a marriage, rather than the sentiment within. Tythra did not know, nor care, what peasants sought. Whether it was love or advantage, how they married was entirely their own business. But within royalty simply marrying for love was… unnatural. With marriage came a duty to one’s family. Should royalty be allowed to marry for love, then blood would dilute the pure lines, and a commoner could find themself seated as king.
Love and marriage were two completely different things. However, it did not mean the two had to be mutually exclusive. She wished that her daughters experienced love and marriage to a man who is proper, that would serve the Drakos family, and would elevate Imeeya and Essa to new heights. It seemed this priestess that Tythra had chosen to talk to was rather naive, simply believing in love blindly and not the merit that may come with it. Was this what Lady Aphrodite taught of her priestesses? Of no disrespect of the Goddess, but if she was a ‘somewhat vain’ sort of goddess, then would she not want her daughters to marry for their own prestige?
“Right…” Tythra said slowly, “Perfume, flowers, sweets? That itself does not sound hard.” Tythra had money to spare and no expense was too much for her darling daughters. Should Aphrodite desire perfume, Tythra would construct a fountain of it. Should she want flowers, Tythra would dedicate a whole field to the goddess. And sweets? The people of Colchis would desire something they cannot have, for Tythra would buy it all to make Aphrodite happy. If it assured a proper and happy marriage to bother her girls.
But now Tythra hesitated. She did not want love if it came from someone who was not worthy of it. She did not want Imeeya to run away with a farmer’s boy, or Essa to find herself in the arms of some sand rat from Egypt. Things had to be proper, correct, and right. And if Lady Aphrodite were to grant them love without care for whether the man would be best suited for the Drakos family, was that something that she wished to pray for?
Perhaps it was a mistake for Tythra to come here prematurely. She should find a political match for her daughter and then pray for that marriage to be filled with love. To come here with no specific goal in mind was foolish and entirely out of character for the typical thoughtful, logical, and tactful princess. “Are love and advantages mutually exclusive?” The Princess pondered, looking at the young priestess. “Could one not pray for love in a man that would benefit the family and name? Is it wrong of those parents to look at the advantages of marriage? Love alone is not a guarantee of power or money which contributes to a person’s happiness.”
Euterpe cared little for the pure bloodlines of royalty; her time on this earth was served to promoting love and beauty, not politics and scheming. She listened with care as Princess Tythra posed her questions, declining to answer for a moment as she pondered her answer. She knew that love did not strike without cause, but that it was often inconvenient to who it struck. These things could not be controlled, no matter how much it might be wished otherwise. However, it was entirely possible to have both affection and prestige, even if it was rarer to be quite so lucky. She simply did not want to give the princess the wrong idea of what prayer could do, nor mislead her with promises she couldn’t hope to keep.
“I suppose it’s possible,” she answered slowly, carefully weighing her words. She knew people had a tendency to latch onto what suited their narrative and ignore what went against it. “The two can walk hand-in-hand, but it doesn’t mean they always will. Aphrodite often stirs us on a whim, and she can be a rather… capricious goddess.” Shrugging, the priestess offered a sheepish smile. “These things typically can’t be controlled, but you are welcome to pray however you like. Ultimately, she will be the one to decide how she answers.”
Folding her hands in front of her, Euterpe went on, “I cannot truly speak on things like power and money, Your Highness. I can speak on love for as long as you like—how mysterious it is, how mischievous, how hard and damning and inconvenient it can be. I can also tell you how pure and restorative it is when you find the right person. How it can heal and soothe you better than any tincture or balm.” Her smile turned sweet and gentle, her expression taking away any unintentional disrespect her words might show.
“Were love and prestige to overlap, that would solve a lot of problems, I think,” she added with a laugh. “It’s not often the case, though. Sometimes one can grow to love who they’re bound to, but it’s not a feeling that can be forced. Some people should just never end up together.” The courtesan’s expression was kind as she faced the princess. “But it is admirable that you should hope for both. You clearly care deeply for your daughters to want so much for their wellbeing.”
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Euterpe cared little for the pure bloodlines of royalty; her time on this earth was served to promoting love and beauty, not politics and scheming. She listened with care as Princess Tythra posed her questions, declining to answer for a moment as she pondered her answer. She knew that love did not strike without cause, but that it was often inconvenient to who it struck. These things could not be controlled, no matter how much it might be wished otherwise. However, it was entirely possible to have both affection and prestige, even if it was rarer to be quite so lucky. She simply did not want to give the princess the wrong idea of what prayer could do, nor mislead her with promises she couldn’t hope to keep.
“I suppose it’s possible,” she answered slowly, carefully weighing her words. She knew people had a tendency to latch onto what suited their narrative and ignore what went against it. “The two can walk hand-in-hand, but it doesn’t mean they always will. Aphrodite often stirs us on a whim, and she can be a rather… capricious goddess.” Shrugging, the priestess offered a sheepish smile. “These things typically can’t be controlled, but you are welcome to pray however you like. Ultimately, she will be the one to decide how she answers.”
Folding her hands in front of her, Euterpe went on, “I cannot truly speak on things like power and money, Your Highness. I can speak on love for as long as you like—how mysterious it is, how mischievous, how hard and damning and inconvenient it can be. I can also tell you how pure and restorative it is when you find the right person. How it can heal and soothe you better than any tincture or balm.” Her smile turned sweet and gentle, her expression taking away any unintentional disrespect her words might show.
“Were love and prestige to overlap, that would solve a lot of problems, I think,” she added with a laugh. “It’s not often the case, though. Sometimes one can grow to love who they’re bound to, but it’s not a feeling that can be forced. Some people should just never end up together.” The courtesan’s expression was kind as she faced the princess. “But it is admirable that you should hope for both. You clearly care deeply for your daughters to want so much for their wellbeing.”
Euterpe cared little for the pure bloodlines of royalty; her time on this earth was served to promoting love and beauty, not politics and scheming. She listened with care as Princess Tythra posed her questions, declining to answer for a moment as she pondered her answer. She knew that love did not strike without cause, but that it was often inconvenient to who it struck. These things could not be controlled, no matter how much it might be wished otherwise. However, it was entirely possible to have both affection and prestige, even if it was rarer to be quite so lucky. She simply did not want to give the princess the wrong idea of what prayer could do, nor mislead her with promises she couldn’t hope to keep.
“I suppose it’s possible,” she answered slowly, carefully weighing her words. She knew people had a tendency to latch onto what suited their narrative and ignore what went against it. “The two can walk hand-in-hand, but it doesn’t mean they always will. Aphrodite often stirs us on a whim, and she can be a rather… capricious goddess.” Shrugging, the priestess offered a sheepish smile. “These things typically can’t be controlled, but you are welcome to pray however you like. Ultimately, she will be the one to decide how she answers.”
Folding her hands in front of her, Euterpe went on, “I cannot truly speak on things like power and money, Your Highness. I can speak on love for as long as you like—how mysterious it is, how mischievous, how hard and damning and inconvenient it can be. I can also tell you how pure and restorative it is when you find the right person. How it can heal and soothe you better than any tincture or balm.” Her smile turned sweet and gentle, her expression taking away any unintentional disrespect her words might show.
“Were love and prestige to overlap, that would solve a lot of problems, I think,” she added with a laugh. “It’s not often the case, though. Sometimes one can grow to love who they’re bound to, but it’s not a feeling that can be forced. Some people should just never end up together.” The courtesan’s expression was kind as she faced the princess. “But it is admirable that you should hope for both. You clearly care deeply for your daughters to want so much for their wellbeing.”
Tythra didn’t much like the words coming from the priestess’s lips. She felt less and less sure with each passing second. She did not wish to insult Aphrodite, bringing the ire of any god would do no good, but she also didn’t want to complicate matters by… Aphrodite blessing the family with something that Tythra did not necessarily desire. Love was important to some, Tythra supposed. Love never did her any good, but to some, it’s all they… strive for. But Tythra wanted her girls wanting more than that. Love was fleeting, love caused mistakes, love… caused pain. All this Tythra knew all too well.
Perhaps coming to the Temple of Aphrodite was a mistake. She may not be the goddess who can truly assist her. Maybe Hera? The Goddess of Marriage and Women, she may be the best to guide her children to a man more suitable for their needs. But then begs a second question: Where exactly do Aphrodite’s duties end and Hera’s begin? For Tythra, marriage and love were practically identical. In fact, marriage often always came before love. Love was unnecessary, but marriage was vital.
Although Tythra knew not why she was continuing with her conversation with the priestess. She seemed to have a rosy look on the world, particularly of love. Perhaps it was Aphrodite’s teachings, but in Tythra’s experience, she had never seen a love that could heal and soothe. She had never seen it as pure or restorative. Love was a dream that young women and men fall victim to, and when they return to reality they truly see that love is nothing but a carefully disguised dagger meant to cause the heart to bleed.
As the priestess said herself, the goddess was capricious, and so too was love. It was capable of blinding a woman to enemies unknown and lose any semblance of power that she may have desired. Love caused a woman to be weak.
And Tythra would not allow her mistakes to be repeated by her daughters.
The polite smile returned to Tythra’s face and she bowed her head in respect to the Priestess. “I see that in my desire to see my daughters marry I have foolishly made my way here without properly understanding our great Lady Aphrodite’s thoughts and whims. With no disrespect to the goddess, but perhaps it best I take my leave.” Perhaps a priestess of Hera would be better suited for Tythra’s wishes. This priestess of Aphrodite was not… quite the person that she was looking for.
Tythra was here to learn how to find love for her daughters, but all this did was make her realize: Love was exactly what she wanted them to avoid.
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Tythra didn’t much like the words coming from the priestess’s lips. She felt less and less sure with each passing second. She did not wish to insult Aphrodite, bringing the ire of any god would do no good, but she also didn’t want to complicate matters by… Aphrodite blessing the family with something that Tythra did not necessarily desire. Love was important to some, Tythra supposed. Love never did her any good, but to some, it’s all they… strive for. But Tythra wanted her girls wanting more than that. Love was fleeting, love caused mistakes, love… caused pain. All this Tythra knew all too well.
Perhaps coming to the Temple of Aphrodite was a mistake. She may not be the goddess who can truly assist her. Maybe Hera? The Goddess of Marriage and Women, she may be the best to guide her children to a man more suitable for their needs. But then begs a second question: Where exactly do Aphrodite’s duties end and Hera’s begin? For Tythra, marriage and love were practically identical. In fact, marriage often always came before love. Love was unnecessary, but marriage was vital.
Although Tythra knew not why she was continuing with her conversation with the priestess. She seemed to have a rosy look on the world, particularly of love. Perhaps it was Aphrodite’s teachings, but in Tythra’s experience, she had never seen a love that could heal and soothe. She had never seen it as pure or restorative. Love was a dream that young women and men fall victim to, and when they return to reality they truly see that love is nothing but a carefully disguised dagger meant to cause the heart to bleed.
As the priestess said herself, the goddess was capricious, and so too was love. It was capable of blinding a woman to enemies unknown and lose any semblance of power that she may have desired. Love caused a woman to be weak.
And Tythra would not allow her mistakes to be repeated by her daughters.
The polite smile returned to Tythra’s face and she bowed her head in respect to the Priestess. “I see that in my desire to see my daughters marry I have foolishly made my way here without properly understanding our great Lady Aphrodite’s thoughts and whims. With no disrespect to the goddess, but perhaps it best I take my leave.” Perhaps a priestess of Hera would be better suited for Tythra’s wishes. This priestess of Aphrodite was not… quite the person that she was looking for.
Tythra was here to learn how to find love for her daughters, but all this did was make her realize: Love was exactly what she wanted them to avoid.
Tythra didn’t much like the words coming from the priestess’s lips. She felt less and less sure with each passing second. She did not wish to insult Aphrodite, bringing the ire of any god would do no good, but she also didn’t want to complicate matters by… Aphrodite blessing the family with something that Tythra did not necessarily desire. Love was important to some, Tythra supposed. Love never did her any good, but to some, it’s all they… strive for. But Tythra wanted her girls wanting more than that. Love was fleeting, love caused mistakes, love… caused pain. All this Tythra knew all too well.
Perhaps coming to the Temple of Aphrodite was a mistake. She may not be the goddess who can truly assist her. Maybe Hera? The Goddess of Marriage and Women, she may be the best to guide her children to a man more suitable for their needs. But then begs a second question: Where exactly do Aphrodite’s duties end and Hera’s begin? For Tythra, marriage and love were practically identical. In fact, marriage often always came before love. Love was unnecessary, but marriage was vital.
Although Tythra knew not why she was continuing with her conversation with the priestess. She seemed to have a rosy look on the world, particularly of love. Perhaps it was Aphrodite’s teachings, but in Tythra’s experience, she had never seen a love that could heal and soothe. She had never seen it as pure or restorative. Love was a dream that young women and men fall victim to, and when they return to reality they truly see that love is nothing but a carefully disguised dagger meant to cause the heart to bleed.
As the priestess said herself, the goddess was capricious, and so too was love. It was capable of blinding a woman to enemies unknown and lose any semblance of power that she may have desired. Love caused a woman to be weak.
And Tythra would not allow her mistakes to be repeated by her daughters.
The polite smile returned to Tythra’s face and she bowed her head in respect to the Priestess. “I see that in my desire to see my daughters marry I have foolishly made my way here without properly understanding our great Lady Aphrodite’s thoughts and whims. With no disrespect to the goddess, but perhaps it best I take my leave.” Perhaps a priestess of Hera would be better suited for Tythra’s wishes. This priestess of Aphrodite was not… quite the person that she was looking for.
Tythra was here to learn how to find love for her daughters, but all this did was make her realize: Love was exactly what she wanted them to avoid.
Euterpe watched Princess Tythra’s face as she contemplated what she said, and it soon became clear that the priestess wasn’t saying what the royal wanted to hear. That wasn’t entirely unexpected; Euterpe knew that those of Tythra’s class were quite used to getting their way, and she had purposely phrased her words very carefully. If only emotions could be so easily swayed by the whims of mortals. There would certainly be fewer problems in the world.
Her assumptions were confirmed to be correct when her companion voiced them aloud, asserting that perhaps she had been overhasty in her decision to come. It was better than outright rudeness or denial, but Euterpe inwardly shook her head. She couldn’t help it that what she had to say wasn’t always to others’ taste; love was a touchy subject for many, and always so subjective. No two people felt it in the same way, nor measured its value on the same scale. She knew what it could do, and she would never stop trying to convince others of her knowledge. But it seemed Tythra did not particularly want to be convinced.
The priestess stood when the royal did, her hands folded in front of her as she bowed. “Of course, Your Highness. I am sorry I could not provide the assurances you wanted. Truly, Princess, I hope you and your daughters find what you’re looking for.” She smiled, inclining her head. “And if you ever do change your mind, I will be here. I am always happy to listen, if nothing else. Matters of the heart plague us all, and you never know what the future may hold.”
Bowing again when the princess made to depart, Euterpe’s eyes trailed after her as she walked away. She couldn’t help but wonder who broke Princess Tythra’s heart to have her reeling back so quickly. Perhaps it was simply the foibles of royalty that she would never understand, but she suspected it went deeper than that. As she’d said, she would always be here to speak with her, should the princess ever wish to return. Perhaps one day, she would come to see things in a more similar light.
One could always dream.
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Euterpe watched Princess Tythra’s face as she contemplated what she said, and it soon became clear that the priestess wasn’t saying what the royal wanted to hear. That wasn’t entirely unexpected; Euterpe knew that those of Tythra’s class were quite used to getting their way, and she had purposely phrased her words very carefully. If only emotions could be so easily swayed by the whims of mortals. There would certainly be fewer problems in the world.
Her assumptions were confirmed to be correct when her companion voiced them aloud, asserting that perhaps she had been overhasty in her decision to come. It was better than outright rudeness or denial, but Euterpe inwardly shook her head. She couldn’t help it that what she had to say wasn’t always to others’ taste; love was a touchy subject for many, and always so subjective. No two people felt it in the same way, nor measured its value on the same scale. She knew what it could do, and she would never stop trying to convince others of her knowledge. But it seemed Tythra did not particularly want to be convinced.
The priestess stood when the royal did, her hands folded in front of her as she bowed. “Of course, Your Highness. I am sorry I could not provide the assurances you wanted. Truly, Princess, I hope you and your daughters find what you’re looking for.” She smiled, inclining her head. “And if you ever do change your mind, I will be here. I am always happy to listen, if nothing else. Matters of the heart plague us all, and you never know what the future may hold.”
Bowing again when the princess made to depart, Euterpe’s eyes trailed after her as she walked away. She couldn’t help but wonder who broke Princess Tythra’s heart to have her reeling back so quickly. Perhaps it was simply the foibles of royalty that she would never understand, but she suspected it went deeper than that. As she’d said, she would always be here to speak with her, should the princess ever wish to return. Perhaps one day, she would come to see things in a more similar light.
One could always dream.
Euterpe watched Princess Tythra’s face as she contemplated what she said, and it soon became clear that the priestess wasn’t saying what the royal wanted to hear. That wasn’t entirely unexpected; Euterpe knew that those of Tythra’s class were quite used to getting their way, and she had purposely phrased her words very carefully. If only emotions could be so easily swayed by the whims of mortals. There would certainly be fewer problems in the world.
Her assumptions were confirmed to be correct when her companion voiced them aloud, asserting that perhaps she had been overhasty in her decision to come. It was better than outright rudeness or denial, but Euterpe inwardly shook her head. She couldn’t help it that what she had to say wasn’t always to others’ taste; love was a touchy subject for many, and always so subjective. No two people felt it in the same way, nor measured its value on the same scale. She knew what it could do, and she would never stop trying to convince others of her knowledge. But it seemed Tythra did not particularly want to be convinced.
The priestess stood when the royal did, her hands folded in front of her as she bowed. “Of course, Your Highness. I am sorry I could not provide the assurances you wanted. Truly, Princess, I hope you and your daughters find what you’re looking for.” She smiled, inclining her head. “And if you ever do change your mind, I will be here. I am always happy to listen, if nothing else. Matters of the heart plague us all, and you never know what the future may hold.”
Bowing again when the princess made to depart, Euterpe’s eyes trailed after her as she walked away. She couldn’t help but wonder who broke Princess Tythra’s heart to have her reeling back so quickly. Perhaps it was simply the foibles of royalty that she would never understand, but she suspected it went deeper than that. As she’d said, she would always be here to speak with her, should the princess ever wish to return. Perhaps one day, she would come to see things in a more similar light.