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With war looming and the men preparing to set sail, Tythra felt it pertinent to visit her brother and extended family to offer her prayers for a safe, victorious return and to discuss business that could not wait for after the war. Despite the heavier, more serious atmosphere Tythra still found time to share laughs with her brother, and remain positive that everything in the coming days would be just fine.
It was on her way out did the Princess notice something. In the gardens stood a man. What was his name? He was a Lord, Tythra knew that much. Silvaine? Sil… Sil… Ah, yes. Lord Silanos. She knew his brother a bit better, having had discussions at the senate and in her home when Lord Timeaus had saved her daughter from the fires that had spread. Tythra could not think of a specific time she spoke to his younger brother, nor did she necessarily ever feel the desire to. His reputation as a hedonist preceded him, and rumors about the young man ran rampant. Why she even heard tell that the Princess Evras had taken Lord Silanos to her bed. A disgrace, really, and not the sort Tythra would ever want her daughters mixing with.
But Tythra was no idiot. She was not one of those blithering girls at court, participating in gossip. She preferred conversations of substance. As such, she would not take rumors at face value but prefer to listen and learn for herself. And, well, the Princess was not pressed for time. The meeting she had gone faster than expected.
Tythra made her way over to the young Lord. He looked as if he was avoiding something or someone. What was he doing here in the first place? Princess Tythra may expect to see Lord Timaeus here, what with being baron to a Kotas province, but his younger brother? Perhaps he was sent in Timeaus’s stead? But that did not give reason as to why Lord Silanos was lurking in the gardens instead of being, well, elsewhere.
Maybe there is substance to that awful rumor after all, Tythra thought to herself as she finally approached him. “Lord Silanos, yes?” Tythra took pride in trying to remember the various royals and nobles throughout Colchis. There were, however, so many. Still, she felt confident that she was correct. “What are you doing out here?”
Tythra had her polite smile on her face, as she did when in conversation with anyone of noble or royal blood. But the smile never reached her eyes. They were scanning the young man, already trying to determine if he was any worth to have a real conversation with, or if he would simply sate her curiosity and she would let him on his way. Never the one to intentionally burn bridges, the boy may prove to be of some use and worthy of speaking to the head of Drakos. Or, he may be just what the rumors say he is, and be nothing but a bother for the Princess, and a large waste of her time.
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With war looming and the men preparing to set sail, Tythra felt it pertinent to visit her brother and extended family to offer her prayers for a safe, victorious return and to discuss business that could not wait for after the war. Despite the heavier, more serious atmosphere Tythra still found time to share laughs with her brother, and remain positive that everything in the coming days would be just fine.
It was on her way out did the Princess notice something. In the gardens stood a man. What was his name? He was a Lord, Tythra knew that much. Silvaine? Sil… Sil… Ah, yes. Lord Silanos. She knew his brother a bit better, having had discussions at the senate and in her home when Lord Timeaus had saved her daughter from the fires that had spread. Tythra could not think of a specific time she spoke to his younger brother, nor did she necessarily ever feel the desire to. His reputation as a hedonist preceded him, and rumors about the young man ran rampant. Why she even heard tell that the Princess Evras had taken Lord Silanos to her bed. A disgrace, really, and not the sort Tythra would ever want her daughters mixing with.
But Tythra was no idiot. She was not one of those blithering girls at court, participating in gossip. She preferred conversations of substance. As such, she would not take rumors at face value but prefer to listen and learn for herself. And, well, the Princess was not pressed for time. The meeting she had gone faster than expected.
Tythra made her way over to the young Lord. He looked as if he was avoiding something or someone. What was he doing here in the first place? Princess Tythra may expect to see Lord Timaeus here, what with being baron to a Kotas province, but his younger brother? Perhaps he was sent in Timeaus’s stead? But that did not give reason as to why Lord Silanos was lurking in the gardens instead of being, well, elsewhere.
Maybe there is substance to that awful rumor after all, Tythra thought to herself as she finally approached him. “Lord Silanos, yes?” Tythra took pride in trying to remember the various royals and nobles throughout Colchis. There were, however, so many. Still, she felt confident that she was correct. “What are you doing out here?”
Tythra had her polite smile on her face, as she did when in conversation with anyone of noble or royal blood. But the smile never reached her eyes. They were scanning the young man, already trying to determine if he was any worth to have a real conversation with, or if he would simply sate her curiosity and she would let him on his way. Never the one to intentionally burn bridges, the boy may prove to be of some use and worthy of speaking to the head of Drakos. Or, he may be just what the rumors say he is, and be nothing but a bother for the Princess, and a large waste of her time.
With war looming and the men preparing to set sail, Tythra felt it pertinent to visit her brother and extended family to offer her prayers for a safe, victorious return and to discuss business that could not wait for after the war. Despite the heavier, more serious atmosphere Tythra still found time to share laughs with her brother, and remain positive that everything in the coming days would be just fine.
It was on her way out did the Princess notice something. In the gardens stood a man. What was his name? He was a Lord, Tythra knew that much. Silvaine? Sil… Sil… Ah, yes. Lord Silanos. She knew his brother a bit better, having had discussions at the senate and in her home when Lord Timeaus had saved her daughter from the fires that had spread. Tythra could not think of a specific time she spoke to his younger brother, nor did she necessarily ever feel the desire to. His reputation as a hedonist preceded him, and rumors about the young man ran rampant. Why she even heard tell that the Princess Evras had taken Lord Silanos to her bed. A disgrace, really, and not the sort Tythra would ever want her daughters mixing with.
But Tythra was no idiot. She was not one of those blithering girls at court, participating in gossip. She preferred conversations of substance. As such, she would not take rumors at face value but prefer to listen and learn for herself. And, well, the Princess was not pressed for time. The meeting she had gone faster than expected.
Tythra made her way over to the young Lord. He looked as if he was avoiding something or someone. What was he doing here in the first place? Princess Tythra may expect to see Lord Timaeus here, what with being baron to a Kotas province, but his younger brother? Perhaps he was sent in Timeaus’s stead? But that did not give reason as to why Lord Silanos was lurking in the gardens instead of being, well, elsewhere.
Maybe there is substance to that awful rumor after all, Tythra thought to herself as she finally approached him. “Lord Silanos, yes?” Tythra took pride in trying to remember the various royals and nobles throughout Colchis. There were, however, so many. Still, she felt confident that she was correct. “What are you doing out here?”
Tythra had her polite smile on her face, as she did when in conversation with anyone of noble or royal blood. But the smile never reached her eyes. They were scanning the young man, already trying to determine if he was any worth to have a real conversation with, or if he would simply sate her curiosity and she would let him on his way. Never the one to intentionally burn bridges, the boy may prove to be of some use and worthy of speaking to the head of Drakos. Or, he may be just what the rumors say he is, and be nothing but a bother for the Princess, and a large waste of her time.
It was day two. Day two on this indeterminate sentence in service to the Crown Prince and Sil was coming to realise what that meant. After a morning that had begun far too early for his liking, and then proceeded to demand far of more of him that he would have chosen, he was flagging.
He never slept well in a new environment - fuck, he never slept well at all, and so he’d lain awake much of the night, afraid to fall asleep and dream, until he’d finally drifted off what felt like all of five minutes before he was being shaken awake. It had still been dark, which, Silanos felt, indicated pretty well that is a fucking stupid time to be getting up, but the choice wasn’t his, and he’d wearily stumbled after the soldier who’d woken him, apparently for drills. Half asleep, he hadn’t excelled in that, tripping over his own feet and raising the ire of Commander Nike, who he was rapidly taking a dislike towards. He thought the feeling was probably mutual.
And then there had been no sympathy from the Crown Prince, who continued to look at Sil as if he was something to be scraped off the bottom of his sandal. Silanos, who usually found it easy enough to let the ill-regard of others roll off him, was finding it more difficult, the memory of the man’s blade against his flesh hard to forget.
Following the man from meeting to meeting, where it seemed Sil was supposed to just stand was quickly growing tiresome, and so when he’d been dispatched to fetch something from the small library that the Kotas kept, the young lord had ducked out into the courtyard, hopeful that the fresh air might revive him before he dozed off in the next boring chit chat he was summoned to witness.
He’d picked a bit of wall in the shade, slumped back against it to take the weight off his tired legs - because who thought loads of fucking exercise in the morning was a good idea? Oh. soldiers that is, who - and just closed his eyes for a moment. It was just a tiny little reprieve from what had been a miserable day thus far. But even that couldn’t go uninterrupted.
‘Lord Silanos, yes?’
Hearing his own name shouldn’t have startled him as much as it did, but he hadn’t been expecting it, and jumped guiltily as if he shouldn’t be where he was, which was technically true he supposed. Blue eyes, smudged with the shadows of the constant insomniac, came to rest upon a woman Sil knew by sight, if not personally. And if that hadn’t been the case, he knew her daughter well enough and the resemblance was shocking.Fucks sake.
Immediately pushing away from the wall so he was at least standing a little less untidily, Sil gave a small nod come bow towards the Drakos woman as he tried to take a read on her expression. She was smiling, which was good, he thought...but then his last interaction with Lady Imeeya had been that not very successful attempt at an apology letter and now he found himself sweating a little that she’d opened her big mouth and he was about to find himself in more bother.
‘What are you doing out here?’
The question seemed innocuous enough, but Silanos was still wary as he answered, hedging his bets. What did she know? In the conversation with Timaeus, Vangelis had said he would keep the details of the arrangement between them quiet, so as not to drag the name of their House through the mud, but Sil didn’t know if that meant from his own family too. Or maybe Lady Tythra had been sent to fetch him and knew he was meant to be elsewhere? There were too many varying possibilities, and so to avoid tripping himself up, Sil kept it vague.
“Yes, your highness. Silanos of Valaoritis. I’m just..inbetween running some errands for Prince Vangelis. The day is entirely too pleasant to ignore the chance to enjoy a moment’s fresh air”
That was mostly true. The young Lord cast a deliberate glance around their surroundings and ventured a return smile that you wouldn’t have known was entirely forced. It was more than a little unnerving looking at Imeeya, but as she might look in about forty years or so, and Sil blinked, and filled the space with a question of his own rather than leaving the chance for the Lady Tythra to ask any more. “And yourself, my lady?”
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It was day two. Day two on this indeterminate sentence in service to the Crown Prince and Sil was coming to realise what that meant. After a morning that had begun far too early for his liking, and then proceeded to demand far of more of him that he would have chosen, he was flagging.
He never slept well in a new environment - fuck, he never slept well at all, and so he’d lain awake much of the night, afraid to fall asleep and dream, until he’d finally drifted off what felt like all of five minutes before he was being shaken awake. It had still been dark, which, Silanos felt, indicated pretty well that is a fucking stupid time to be getting up, but the choice wasn’t his, and he’d wearily stumbled after the soldier who’d woken him, apparently for drills. Half asleep, he hadn’t excelled in that, tripping over his own feet and raising the ire of Commander Nike, who he was rapidly taking a dislike towards. He thought the feeling was probably mutual.
And then there had been no sympathy from the Crown Prince, who continued to look at Sil as if he was something to be scraped off the bottom of his sandal. Silanos, who usually found it easy enough to let the ill-regard of others roll off him, was finding it more difficult, the memory of the man’s blade against his flesh hard to forget.
Following the man from meeting to meeting, where it seemed Sil was supposed to just stand was quickly growing tiresome, and so when he’d been dispatched to fetch something from the small library that the Kotas kept, the young lord had ducked out into the courtyard, hopeful that the fresh air might revive him before he dozed off in the next boring chit chat he was summoned to witness.
He’d picked a bit of wall in the shade, slumped back against it to take the weight off his tired legs - because who thought loads of fucking exercise in the morning was a good idea? Oh. soldiers that is, who - and just closed his eyes for a moment. It was just a tiny little reprieve from what had been a miserable day thus far. But even that couldn’t go uninterrupted.
‘Lord Silanos, yes?’
Hearing his own name shouldn’t have startled him as much as it did, but he hadn’t been expecting it, and jumped guiltily as if he shouldn’t be where he was, which was technically true he supposed. Blue eyes, smudged with the shadows of the constant insomniac, came to rest upon a woman Sil knew by sight, if not personally. And if that hadn’t been the case, he knew her daughter well enough and the resemblance was shocking.Fucks sake.
Immediately pushing away from the wall so he was at least standing a little less untidily, Sil gave a small nod come bow towards the Drakos woman as he tried to take a read on her expression. She was smiling, which was good, he thought...but then his last interaction with Lady Imeeya had been that not very successful attempt at an apology letter and now he found himself sweating a little that she’d opened her big mouth and he was about to find himself in more bother.
‘What are you doing out here?’
The question seemed innocuous enough, but Silanos was still wary as he answered, hedging his bets. What did she know? In the conversation with Timaeus, Vangelis had said he would keep the details of the arrangement between them quiet, so as not to drag the name of their House through the mud, but Sil didn’t know if that meant from his own family too. Or maybe Lady Tythra had been sent to fetch him and knew he was meant to be elsewhere? There were too many varying possibilities, and so to avoid tripping himself up, Sil kept it vague.
“Yes, your highness. Silanos of Valaoritis. I’m just..inbetween running some errands for Prince Vangelis. The day is entirely too pleasant to ignore the chance to enjoy a moment’s fresh air”
That was mostly true. The young Lord cast a deliberate glance around their surroundings and ventured a return smile that you wouldn’t have known was entirely forced. It was more than a little unnerving looking at Imeeya, but as she might look in about forty years or so, and Sil blinked, and filled the space with a question of his own rather than leaving the chance for the Lady Tythra to ask any more. “And yourself, my lady?”
It was day two. Day two on this indeterminate sentence in service to the Crown Prince and Sil was coming to realise what that meant. After a morning that had begun far too early for his liking, and then proceeded to demand far of more of him that he would have chosen, he was flagging.
He never slept well in a new environment - fuck, he never slept well at all, and so he’d lain awake much of the night, afraid to fall asleep and dream, until he’d finally drifted off what felt like all of five minutes before he was being shaken awake. It had still been dark, which, Silanos felt, indicated pretty well that is a fucking stupid time to be getting up, but the choice wasn’t his, and he’d wearily stumbled after the soldier who’d woken him, apparently for drills. Half asleep, he hadn’t excelled in that, tripping over his own feet and raising the ire of Commander Nike, who he was rapidly taking a dislike towards. He thought the feeling was probably mutual.
And then there had been no sympathy from the Crown Prince, who continued to look at Sil as if he was something to be scraped off the bottom of his sandal. Silanos, who usually found it easy enough to let the ill-regard of others roll off him, was finding it more difficult, the memory of the man’s blade against his flesh hard to forget.
Following the man from meeting to meeting, where it seemed Sil was supposed to just stand was quickly growing tiresome, and so when he’d been dispatched to fetch something from the small library that the Kotas kept, the young lord had ducked out into the courtyard, hopeful that the fresh air might revive him before he dozed off in the next boring chit chat he was summoned to witness.
He’d picked a bit of wall in the shade, slumped back against it to take the weight off his tired legs - because who thought loads of fucking exercise in the morning was a good idea? Oh. soldiers that is, who - and just closed his eyes for a moment. It was just a tiny little reprieve from what had been a miserable day thus far. But even that couldn’t go uninterrupted.
‘Lord Silanos, yes?’
Hearing his own name shouldn’t have startled him as much as it did, but he hadn’t been expecting it, and jumped guiltily as if he shouldn’t be where he was, which was technically true he supposed. Blue eyes, smudged with the shadows of the constant insomniac, came to rest upon a woman Sil knew by sight, if not personally. And if that hadn’t been the case, he knew her daughter well enough and the resemblance was shocking.Fucks sake.
Immediately pushing away from the wall so he was at least standing a little less untidily, Sil gave a small nod come bow towards the Drakos woman as he tried to take a read on her expression. She was smiling, which was good, he thought...but then his last interaction with Lady Imeeya had been that not very successful attempt at an apology letter and now he found himself sweating a little that she’d opened her big mouth and he was about to find himself in more bother.
‘What are you doing out here?’
The question seemed innocuous enough, but Silanos was still wary as he answered, hedging his bets. What did she know? In the conversation with Timaeus, Vangelis had said he would keep the details of the arrangement between them quiet, so as not to drag the name of their House through the mud, but Sil didn’t know if that meant from his own family too. Or maybe Lady Tythra had been sent to fetch him and knew he was meant to be elsewhere? There were too many varying possibilities, and so to avoid tripping himself up, Sil kept it vague.
“Yes, your highness. Silanos of Valaoritis. I’m just..inbetween running some errands for Prince Vangelis. The day is entirely too pleasant to ignore the chance to enjoy a moment’s fresh air”
That was mostly true. The young Lord cast a deliberate glance around their surroundings and ventured a return smile that you wouldn’t have known was entirely forced. It was more than a little unnerving looking at Imeeya, but as she might look in about forty years or so, and Sil blinked, and filled the space with a question of his own rather than leaving the chance for the Lady Tythra to ask any more. “And yourself, my lady?”
The boy’s answer was vague, which cause a brow of suspicion to rise on the Princess’s face. Why would the Prince be having the young Lord running errands? At the very least Lord Timeaus seemed more likely to be the one running about, assuming this was in fact about barony business. But why call it errands as if Lord Silanos was just the help?
“The prince has you running… errands?” Princess Tythra asked, the brow still high. “Is that not the work of servants and slaves? You don’t strike me as either, my Lord.”
Her eyes glanced around the garden. Despite the air that was beginning to chill as the weather turned into fall, the sun was still high up in the sky. It’s rays shined down to every corner, warming its people in an effort to fight the cooling wind that child Colchis. It was, in fact, a beautiful day and as the months turned even more bitter, there soon would not be beautiful days left.
However, appreciating beauty should not cause work to be forsaken. Tythra could not remember a moment when she was off doing something of importance that she would stop and just ‘enjoy the moment.’ There was always time after work was done that Tythra could appreciate the life that she had, and the world the gods blessed them with. She would not be in the position she was now, head of house, senator, and mother to two beautiful daughters if she just… lazed about looking at the sky or what have you.
“While the day is quite lovely, you have work to be done. No, no, this simply will not do. Up, up, Lord Silanos. If the Prince sends you to work then you must respond. There will always be more days for you to appreciate the sky or what have you. But unfinished tasks will simply pile and shroud that sun you seem to so enjoy.” The Princess tsked at the boy. It could be that he was just lazy. It certainly was a possibility.
“I had just finished a meeting with my brother, and now I am ahead of my schedule. So tell me, my Lord, what matter of importance did my nephew ask you to do? I will assist so that it can be done quickly and efficiently and then you can enjoy the day.” Tythra would whip Lord Silanos into shape. Should she ever see her daughters just lazing about when something needed to be done… well, Tythra wouldn’t actually ever see that happen. They knew better.
The ever polite smile was still on Tythra’s lips, but now her eyes glinted with the same stern look she gave her daughters so often. “Is it to do with the barony? I would expect that it would be Lord Timeaus here instead of you. So tell me, how may I be of assistance?” With her tasks being taken care of well in advance, Princess Tythra had all the time in the world.
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The boy’s answer was vague, which cause a brow of suspicion to rise on the Princess’s face. Why would the Prince be having the young Lord running errands? At the very least Lord Timeaus seemed more likely to be the one running about, assuming this was in fact about barony business. But why call it errands as if Lord Silanos was just the help?
“The prince has you running… errands?” Princess Tythra asked, the brow still high. “Is that not the work of servants and slaves? You don’t strike me as either, my Lord.”
Her eyes glanced around the garden. Despite the air that was beginning to chill as the weather turned into fall, the sun was still high up in the sky. It’s rays shined down to every corner, warming its people in an effort to fight the cooling wind that child Colchis. It was, in fact, a beautiful day and as the months turned even more bitter, there soon would not be beautiful days left.
However, appreciating beauty should not cause work to be forsaken. Tythra could not remember a moment when she was off doing something of importance that she would stop and just ‘enjoy the moment.’ There was always time after work was done that Tythra could appreciate the life that she had, and the world the gods blessed them with. She would not be in the position she was now, head of house, senator, and mother to two beautiful daughters if she just… lazed about looking at the sky or what have you.
“While the day is quite lovely, you have work to be done. No, no, this simply will not do. Up, up, Lord Silanos. If the Prince sends you to work then you must respond. There will always be more days for you to appreciate the sky or what have you. But unfinished tasks will simply pile and shroud that sun you seem to so enjoy.” The Princess tsked at the boy. It could be that he was just lazy. It certainly was a possibility.
“I had just finished a meeting with my brother, and now I am ahead of my schedule. So tell me, my Lord, what matter of importance did my nephew ask you to do? I will assist so that it can be done quickly and efficiently and then you can enjoy the day.” Tythra would whip Lord Silanos into shape. Should she ever see her daughters just lazing about when something needed to be done… well, Tythra wouldn’t actually ever see that happen. They knew better.
The ever polite smile was still on Tythra’s lips, but now her eyes glinted with the same stern look she gave her daughters so often. “Is it to do with the barony? I would expect that it would be Lord Timeaus here instead of you. So tell me, how may I be of assistance?” With her tasks being taken care of well in advance, Princess Tythra had all the time in the world.
The boy’s answer was vague, which cause a brow of suspicion to rise on the Princess’s face. Why would the Prince be having the young Lord running errands? At the very least Lord Timeaus seemed more likely to be the one running about, assuming this was in fact about barony business. But why call it errands as if Lord Silanos was just the help?
“The prince has you running… errands?” Princess Tythra asked, the brow still high. “Is that not the work of servants and slaves? You don’t strike me as either, my Lord.”
Her eyes glanced around the garden. Despite the air that was beginning to chill as the weather turned into fall, the sun was still high up in the sky. It’s rays shined down to every corner, warming its people in an effort to fight the cooling wind that child Colchis. It was, in fact, a beautiful day and as the months turned even more bitter, there soon would not be beautiful days left.
However, appreciating beauty should not cause work to be forsaken. Tythra could not remember a moment when she was off doing something of importance that she would stop and just ‘enjoy the moment.’ There was always time after work was done that Tythra could appreciate the life that she had, and the world the gods blessed them with. She would not be in the position she was now, head of house, senator, and mother to two beautiful daughters if she just… lazed about looking at the sky or what have you.
“While the day is quite lovely, you have work to be done. No, no, this simply will not do. Up, up, Lord Silanos. If the Prince sends you to work then you must respond. There will always be more days for you to appreciate the sky or what have you. But unfinished tasks will simply pile and shroud that sun you seem to so enjoy.” The Princess tsked at the boy. It could be that he was just lazy. It certainly was a possibility.
“I had just finished a meeting with my brother, and now I am ahead of my schedule. So tell me, my Lord, what matter of importance did my nephew ask you to do? I will assist so that it can be done quickly and efficiently and then you can enjoy the day.” Tythra would whip Lord Silanos into shape. Should she ever see her daughters just lazing about when something needed to be done… well, Tythra wouldn’t actually ever see that happen. They knew better.
The ever polite smile was still on Tythra’s lips, but now her eyes glinted with the same stern look she gave her daughters so often. “Is it to do with the barony? I would expect that it would be Lord Timeaus here instead of you. So tell me, how may I be of assistance?” With her tasks being taken care of well in advance, Princess Tythra had all the time in the world.
Of course. Why would his day get any better? Sil soon realised it wasn’t about to when the Drakos woman immediately started interrogating him. Her response to his entirely non-suspicious answer was a little too close for comfort, and Sil gave a small chuckle to hide the fact. “ I don’t know. Maybe he just enjoys my company then?” The thought, given the circumstances, was laughable, and the Lord caught the inside of his cheek with his teeth, worried it a little. Slave or servant. His eyes were that little bit sharper where they returned her focus.
When her gaze left him, Silanos was looking for an escape route, for it was pretty clear that his moment of respite was over. He’d worked out that around twenty paces would get him to the nearest door and safety from this nosy woman and her prying questions and supercilious eyebrow and he was about to just quietly excuse himself when she opened her mouth again.
This time, Sil could only blink as she…tsked at him. What the fuck? What was with this lady. He was starting to see where Imeeya got it from, brow creasing and perplexed expression on his face as she proceeded to lecture him on the importance of a good work ethic. Did he have a sign on his fucking head or something? He highly doubted the couple of minutes he’d dawdled in the courtyard were going to have a detrimental effect on anyone’s day. Save perhaps his own, judging on this very conversation.
When she started talking about assisting him, Silanos realised he was going to have to head this off, and quickly. “ Oh, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself, your highness. I’m sure you have plenty of import things of your own to attend to.”
He smiled back but it was a tiny bit more rigid now, his gaze meeting that of the older woman steadily. Back off lady.
‘Is it do with the barony?’
He wasn’t sure what was happening. He’d just been..standing in a garden, and now somehow he was facing fifty fucking questions from the King’s sister and Sil really wasn’t in the mood. Why did he feel like he’d done something wrong? Or like, something worse than the momentary skiving?
“No, its nothing to do with the barony,” he said through not quite gritted teeth, pasting another sugary smile on his face. “You’re right in that such things would be my brother’s business rather than my own. But really, its nothing of consequence, and certainly not a thing I would ask you to take time away from your day for, my lady.”
He offered another bow, the perfect opportunity - and social cue - for Lady Tythra to be on her way. Silanos was willing her to take it.
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Of course. Why would his day get any better? Sil soon realised it wasn’t about to when the Drakos woman immediately started interrogating him. Her response to his entirely non-suspicious answer was a little too close for comfort, and Sil gave a small chuckle to hide the fact. “ I don’t know. Maybe he just enjoys my company then?” The thought, given the circumstances, was laughable, and the Lord caught the inside of his cheek with his teeth, worried it a little. Slave or servant. His eyes were that little bit sharper where they returned her focus.
When her gaze left him, Silanos was looking for an escape route, for it was pretty clear that his moment of respite was over. He’d worked out that around twenty paces would get him to the nearest door and safety from this nosy woman and her prying questions and supercilious eyebrow and he was about to just quietly excuse himself when she opened her mouth again.
This time, Sil could only blink as she…tsked at him. What the fuck? What was with this lady. He was starting to see where Imeeya got it from, brow creasing and perplexed expression on his face as she proceeded to lecture him on the importance of a good work ethic. Did he have a sign on his fucking head or something? He highly doubted the couple of minutes he’d dawdled in the courtyard were going to have a detrimental effect on anyone’s day. Save perhaps his own, judging on this very conversation.
When she started talking about assisting him, Silanos realised he was going to have to head this off, and quickly. “ Oh, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself, your highness. I’m sure you have plenty of import things of your own to attend to.”
He smiled back but it was a tiny bit more rigid now, his gaze meeting that of the older woman steadily. Back off lady.
‘Is it do with the barony?’
He wasn’t sure what was happening. He’d just been..standing in a garden, and now somehow he was facing fifty fucking questions from the King’s sister and Sil really wasn’t in the mood. Why did he feel like he’d done something wrong? Or like, something worse than the momentary skiving?
“No, its nothing to do with the barony,” he said through not quite gritted teeth, pasting another sugary smile on his face. “You’re right in that such things would be my brother’s business rather than my own. But really, its nothing of consequence, and certainly not a thing I would ask you to take time away from your day for, my lady.”
He offered another bow, the perfect opportunity - and social cue - for Lady Tythra to be on her way. Silanos was willing her to take it.
Of course. Why would his day get any better? Sil soon realised it wasn’t about to when the Drakos woman immediately started interrogating him. Her response to his entirely non-suspicious answer was a little too close for comfort, and Sil gave a small chuckle to hide the fact. “ I don’t know. Maybe he just enjoys my company then?” The thought, given the circumstances, was laughable, and the Lord caught the inside of his cheek with his teeth, worried it a little. Slave or servant. His eyes were that little bit sharper where they returned her focus.
When her gaze left him, Silanos was looking for an escape route, for it was pretty clear that his moment of respite was over. He’d worked out that around twenty paces would get him to the nearest door and safety from this nosy woman and her prying questions and supercilious eyebrow and he was about to just quietly excuse himself when she opened her mouth again.
This time, Sil could only blink as she…tsked at him. What the fuck? What was with this lady. He was starting to see where Imeeya got it from, brow creasing and perplexed expression on his face as she proceeded to lecture him on the importance of a good work ethic. Did he have a sign on his fucking head or something? He highly doubted the couple of minutes he’d dawdled in the courtyard were going to have a detrimental effect on anyone’s day. Save perhaps his own, judging on this very conversation.
When she started talking about assisting him, Silanos realised he was going to have to head this off, and quickly. “ Oh, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself, your highness. I’m sure you have plenty of import things of your own to attend to.”
He smiled back but it was a tiny bit more rigid now, his gaze meeting that of the older woman steadily. Back off lady.
‘Is it do with the barony?’
He wasn’t sure what was happening. He’d just been..standing in a garden, and now somehow he was facing fifty fucking questions from the King’s sister and Sil really wasn’t in the mood. Why did he feel like he’d done something wrong? Or like, something worse than the momentary skiving?
“No, its nothing to do with the barony,” he said through not quite gritted teeth, pasting another sugary smile on his face. “You’re right in that such things would be my brother’s business rather than my own. But really, its nothing of consequence, and certainly not a thing I would ask you to take time away from your day for, my lady.”
He offered another bow, the perfect opportunity - and social cue - for Lady Tythra to be on her way. Silanos was willing her to take it.
My lady, oh how Tythra hated being called that. “Princess or your highness if you would, my Lord.” She reminded gently. “My lady is better suited for my daughters.” Well, for now, until one of them married up, should Aphrodite bless it.
Tythra had an eye for opportunity. It was not just within court or senate that opportunity could be found. It could exist in seemingly meaningless moments, such as in leaving after a visit to her brother. Lord Silanos could prove to be utterly useless. He could be a dolt. He could be a blithering fool. He could be someone that Tythra would feel is unworthy of the title of nobility. Or he could prove that he was intelligent, or charming or… something else that could be of use to Tythra in the future. This was an opportunity to learn more about the nobility in Colchis, and knowledge at the end of the day was the greatest power of all.
“Oh but it’s no trouble at all, my Lord.” Tythra’s smile remained, ever polite, seemingly genuine. She noticed the slight twist in his lips. The smile had grown slightly more stiff. Did Tythra strike a chord in the young Lord? “I have finished my work for the day, and I do so enjoy helping where I can. Come, come.”
Tythra put a soft hand on the Lord’s back to urge him forward, away from the wall in which he loitered. “You said it is nothing of consequence? Then it can be done quickly then.” Tythra said, eyes glittering in amusement. This was the type of break that Tythra enjoyed. One in which was productive and simple, and yet still interesting… well at least to her.
“Though,” She continued on, once more raising an eyebrow. “I would hope my nephew gave you something to do of importance. After all, you are a Lord, not a slave as previously discussed. He should not waste a noble man’s time utilizing their skills in benign, menial tasks. I would be more than willing to have a discussion with him if that’s the case, my Lord, and have him task you with objectives more in line with your position and stature. It is only right. The easy work should be left to the slaves for that is all they can handle. It is up to nobility to take up more responsibility.”
Though it was a curious thing, still, Prince Vangelis asking anything of the Lord especially if it had nothing to do with the barony. What did he see in the young man, the Princess wondered. Perhaps there was something to the boy that she knew not, which was very likely as she knew him not at all. He would be interesting to poke and prod at and find what was underneath his exterior. A diamond in the ruff perhaps? Or maybe a simple charity case that the Prince hoped to take on.
All possibilities sparked the curiosity of the Drakos woman. As such, she would not be turned away so easily, even if it was in quite a socially polite matter. “So what is this task of no consequence?”
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My lady, oh how Tythra hated being called that. “Princess or your highness if you would, my Lord.” She reminded gently. “My lady is better suited for my daughters.” Well, for now, until one of them married up, should Aphrodite bless it.
Tythra had an eye for opportunity. It was not just within court or senate that opportunity could be found. It could exist in seemingly meaningless moments, such as in leaving after a visit to her brother. Lord Silanos could prove to be utterly useless. He could be a dolt. He could be a blithering fool. He could be someone that Tythra would feel is unworthy of the title of nobility. Or he could prove that he was intelligent, or charming or… something else that could be of use to Tythra in the future. This was an opportunity to learn more about the nobility in Colchis, and knowledge at the end of the day was the greatest power of all.
“Oh but it’s no trouble at all, my Lord.” Tythra’s smile remained, ever polite, seemingly genuine. She noticed the slight twist in his lips. The smile had grown slightly more stiff. Did Tythra strike a chord in the young Lord? “I have finished my work for the day, and I do so enjoy helping where I can. Come, come.”
Tythra put a soft hand on the Lord’s back to urge him forward, away from the wall in which he loitered. “You said it is nothing of consequence? Then it can be done quickly then.” Tythra said, eyes glittering in amusement. This was the type of break that Tythra enjoyed. One in which was productive and simple, and yet still interesting… well at least to her.
“Though,” She continued on, once more raising an eyebrow. “I would hope my nephew gave you something to do of importance. After all, you are a Lord, not a slave as previously discussed. He should not waste a noble man’s time utilizing their skills in benign, menial tasks. I would be more than willing to have a discussion with him if that’s the case, my Lord, and have him task you with objectives more in line with your position and stature. It is only right. The easy work should be left to the slaves for that is all they can handle. It is up to nobility to take up more responsibility.”
Though it was a curious thing, still, Prince Vangelis asking anything of the Lord especially if it had nothing to do with the barony. What did he see in the young man, the Princess wondered. Perhaps there was something to the boy that she knew not, which was very likely as she knew him not at all. He would be interesting to poke and prod at and find what was underneath his exterior. A diamond in the ruff perhaps? Or maybe a simple charity case that the Prince hoped to take on.
All possibilities sparked the curiosity of the Drakos woman. As such, she would not be turned away so easily, even if it was in quite a socially polite matter. “So what is this task of no consequence?”
My lady, oh how Tythra hated being called that. “Princess or your highness if you would, my Lord.” She reminded gently. “My lady is better suited for my daughters.” Well, for now, until one of them married up, should Aphrodite bless it.
Tythra had an eye for opportunity. It was not just within court or senate that opportunity could be found. It could exist in seemingly meaningless moments, such as in leaving after a visit to her brother. Lord Silanos could prove to be utterly useless. He could be a dolt. He could be a blithering fool. He could be someone that Tythra would feel is unworthy of the title of nobility. Or he could prove that he was intelligent, or charming or… something else that could be of use to Tythra in the future. This was an opportunity to learn more about the nobility in Colchis, and knowledge at the end of the day was the greatest power of all.
“Oh but it’s no trouble at all, my Lord.” Tythra’s smile remained, ever polite, seemingly genuine. She noticed the slight twist in his lips. The smile had grown slightly more stiff. Did Tythra strike a chord in the young Lord? “I have finished my work for the day, and I do so enjoy helping where I can. Come, come.”
Tythra put a soft hand on the Lord’s back to urge him forward, away from the wall in which he loitered. “You said it is nothing of consequence? Then it can be done quickly then.” Tythra said, eyes glittering in amusement. This was the type of break that Tythra enjoyed. One in which was productive and simple, and yet still interesting… well at least to her.
“Though,” She continued on, once more raising an eyebrow. “I would hope my nephew gave you something to do of importance. After all, you are a Lord, not a slave as previously discussed. He should not waste a noble man’s time utilizing their skills in benign, menial tasks. I would be more than willing to have a discussion with him if that’s the case, my Lord, and have him task you with objectives more in line with your position and stature. It is only right. The easy work should be left to the slaves for that is all they can handle. It is up to nobility to take up more responsibility.”
Though it was a curious thing, still, Prince Vangelis asking anything of the Lord especially if it had nothing to do with the barony. What did he see in the young man, the Princess wondered. Perhaps there was something to the boy that she knew not, which was very likely as she knew him not at all. He would be interesting to poke and prod at and find what was underneath his exterior. A diamond in the ruff perhaps? Or maybe a simple charity case that the Prince hoped to take on.
All possibilities sparked the curiosity of the Drakos woman. As such, she would not be turned away so easily, even if it was in quite a socially polite matter. “So what is this task of no consequence?”
Gods. Was this woman for real? Silanos rearranged his features into something suitably contrite as Lady Tythra pointed out his gross misstep in addressing her as ‘my Lady’, dipped his head a little. “Of course, Princess.” He made the decision not to engage with the subject of her daughters, for safety’s sake, but was more than a little dismayed when the Drakos woman did not take his subtle invitation for her to leave him the fuck alone and instead doubled-down on her offer to help.
Fuck
His smile froze when she began to chivy him along, one hand at his back like and clucking at him to come. It would have been rude and suspicious of him to resist, so the young Lord started moving, choosing the longer route to get back into the manor because he needed a moment to come up with a reason why this bloody persistent woman could not help him. He didn’t want to imagine her face when the task he’d been procrastinating on was just finding some particular text in the library. Especially with what she went on to say.
He blinked rapidly as the woman went off into a diatribe about how it just wouldn’t []do[/i] for him to be doing menial work, like the whole fucking point of this thing wasn’t to demonstrate how he didn’t have a choice in what he did, and gods if Silanos didn't have to choke back a nervous laugh at the idea that she might raise such a thing with Vangelis himself. Oh yeah. That would go great.
Responsibility seemed a word that fell too easily from everyone’s lips nowadays, and Sil had been quite happy without any, thank you very much. It was every other person that seemed to have some problem with it and were determined to bend him out of shape into something more befitting their ideas of what he should be. He frowned at his feet, let the woman prattle on next to him as they walked, Silanos putting the best part of his efforts towards coming up with a plausible way to get rid of Lady Tythra before he ended up having to explain a whole load of things he didn't want to.
Lucky then that the young Lord was good at thinking on his feet, having had more than a little experience at talking himself out of situations before now. It was only mildly disconcerting that the one thing he hadn’t been able to talk his way out of was the very reason he was here. But best not to dwell on that. he just had to think. What could he be doing that she couldn’t possibly assist with?
They were drawing close to the stone walls of the manor and Sil was wondering how to launch into his hastily slung together plan when Lady Tythra gave him the perfect in. When she asked him again what task it was he was fulfilling for the Crown Prince, he stopped in his tracks. Silanos pulled a face and gave a slight shrug.
“I’m sorry your highness, I was being evasive, just because...well I’m not sure if the thing I’m doing is...delicate or not. Or if I should be talking about it, let alone accepting help from another. I hope you don’t mind?” He glanced around the courtyard again as if uncertain and then smiled apologetically at the old woman. “ Much as I appreciate your kind offer...I would feel uncomfortable accepting it, in case I inadvertently upset the Prince. You understand I’m sure?” He blinked wide blue eyes at her.
Quite aware of how to use his boyish looks to his advantage, Silanos didn’t mind playing the idiot if it meant this fucking woman would leave him alone. Gods, a couple of minutes freedom was not worth fending off this level of helpfulness, though he was quite sure the Drakos woman had some other agenda.
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Gods. Was this woman for real? Silanos rearranged his features into something suitably contrite as Lady Tythra pointed out his gross misstep in addressing her as ‘my Lady’, dipped his head a little. “Of course, Princess.” He made the decision not to engage with the subject of her daughters, for safety’s sake, but was more than a little dismayed when the Drakos woman did not take his subtle invitation for her to leave him the fuck alone and instead doubled-down on her offer to help.
Fuck
His smile froze when she began to chivy him along, one hand at his back like and clucking at him to come. It would have been rude and suspicious of him to resist, so the young Lord started moving, choosing the longer route to get back into the manor because he needed a moment to come up with a reason why this bloody persistent woman could not help him. He didn’t want to imagine her face when the task he’d been procrastinating on was just finding some particular text in the library. Especially with what she went on to say.
He blinked rapidly as the woman went off into a diatribe about how it just wouldn’t []do[/i] for him to be doing menial work, like the whole fucking point of this thing wasn’t to demonstrate how he didn’t have a choice in what he did, and gods if Silanos didn't have to choke back a nervous laugh at the idea that she might raise such a thing with Vangelis himself. Oh yeah. That would go great.
Responsibility seemed a word that fell too easily from everyone’s lips nowadays, and Sil had been quite happy without any, thank you very much. It was every other person that seemed to have some problem with it and were determined to bend him out of shape into something more befitting their ideas of what he should be. He frowned at his feet, let the woman prattle on next to him as they walked, Silanos putting the best part of his efforts towards coming up with a plausible way to get rid of Lady Tythra before he ended up having to explain a whole load of things he didn't want to.
Lucky then that the young Lord was good at thinking on his feet, having had more than a little experience at talking himself out of situations before now. It was only mildly disconcerting that the one thing he hadn’t been able to talk his way out of was the very reason he was here. But best not to dwell on that. he just had to think. What could he be doing that she couldn’t possibly assist with?
They were drawing close to the stone walls of the manor and Sil was wondering how to launch into his hastily slung together plan when Lady Tythra gave him the perfect in. When she asked him again what task it was he was fulfilling for the Crown Prince, he stopped in his tracks. Silanos pulled a face and gave a slight shrug.
“I’m sorry your highness, I was being evasive, just because...well I’m not sure if the thing I’m doing is...delicate or not. Or if I should be talking about it, let alone accepting help from another. I hope you don’t mind?” He glanced around the courtyard again as if uncertain and then smiled apologetically at the old woman. “ Much as I appreciate your kind offer...I would feel uncomfortable accepting it, in case I inadvertently upset the Prince. You understand I’m sure?” He blinked wide blue eyes at her.
Quite aware of how to use his boyish looks to his advantage, Silanos didn’t mind playing the idiot if it meant this fucking woman would leave him alone. Gods, a couple of minutes freedom was not worth fending off this level of helpfulness, though he was quite sure the Drakos woman had some other agenda.
Gods. Was this woman for real? Silanos rearranged his features into something suitably contrite as Lady Tythra pointed out his gross misstep in addressing her as ‘my Lady’, dipped his head a little. “Of course, Princess.” He made the decision not to engage with the subject of her daughters, for safety’s sake, but was more than a little dismayed when the Drakos woman did not take his subtle invitation for her to leave him the fuck alone and instead doubled-down on her offer to help.
Fuck
His smile froze when she began to chivy him along, one hand at his back like and clucking at him to come. It would have been rude and suspicious of him to resist, so the young Lord started moving, choosing the longer route to get back into the manor because he needed a moment to come up with a reason why this bloody persistent woman could not help him. He didn’t want to imagine her face when the task he’d been procrastinating on was just finding some particular text in the library. Especially with what she went on to say.
He blinked rapidly as the woman went off into a diatribe about how it just wouldn’t []do[/i] for him to be doing menial work, like the whole fucking point of this thing wasn’t to demonstrate how he didn’t have a choice in what he did, and gods if Silanos didn't have to choke back a nervous laugh at the idea that she might raise such a thing with Vangelis himself. Oh yeah. That would go great.
Responsibility seemed a word that fell too easily from everyone’s lips nowadays, and Sil had been quite happy without any, thank you very much. It was every other person that seemed to have some problem with it and were determined to bend him out of shape into something more befitting their ideas of what he should be. He frowned at his feet, let the woman prattle on next to him as they walked, Silanos putting the best part of his efforts towards coming up with a plausible way to get rid of Lady Tythra before he ended up having to explain a whole load of things he didn't want to.
Lucky then that the young Lord was good at thinking on his feet, having had more than a little experience at talking himself out of situations before now. It was only mildly disconcerting that the one thing he hadn’t been able to talk his way out of was the very reason he was here. But best not to dwell on that. he just had to think. What could he be doing that she couldn’t possibly assist with?
They were drawing close to the stone walls of the manor and Sil was wondering how to launch into his hastily slung together plan when Lady Tythra gave him the perfect in. When she asked him again what task it was he was fulfilling for the Crown Prince, he stopped in his tracks. Silanos pulled a face and gave a slight shrug.
“I’m sorry your highness, I was being evasive, just because...well I’m not sure if the thing I’m doing is...delicate or not. Or if I should be talking about it, let alone accepting help from another. I hope you don’t mind?” He glanced around the courtyard again as if uncertain and then smiled apologetically at the old woman. “ Much as I appreciate your kind offer...I would feel uncomfortable accepting it, in case I inadvertently upset the Prince. You understand I’m sure?” He blinked wide blue eyes at her.
Quite aware of how to use his boyish looks to his advantage, Silanos didn’t mind playing the idiot if it meant this fucking woman would leave him alone. Gods, a couple of minutes freedom was not worth fending off this level of helpfulness, though he was quite sure the Drakos woman had some other agenda.
They were taking a long way around, but it mattered not to Tythra. What was good was that the boy was actually moving. How long would he have been standing there had she not been by? Minutes? An hour? All day? Surely not, Tythra should give the boy some credit. He would know it would be bad to leave the Prince waiting.
But it seemed to Tythra that the young man had no real sense of time or urgency. How was it that a woman well more than twice his age was able to be faster and more efficient? Tythra bit her tongue to keep from lecturing the boy any further. She was not his mother, though Tythra would presume Lady Periella would be disappointed in seeing that her son lacked agency. Tythra would blame it on the generation that was growing up but her children knew the merits of working hard and quick.
Silanos was proving to Tythra that he was fairly useless. Tythra was becoming bored with his antics and given the next opportunity, she would have taken her leave. That was, that is, until he mentioned doing something sensitive for Prince Vangelis. Interesting. Tythra was being entirely too harsh on a man she didn’t know. Should he be truthful, and the jury was still out on whether he actually was, it might behoove her to press a little further. Once a Kotas, Tythra trusted her family unconditionally. However, information was worth more than all of the Drakos mines combined, no matter the source. If he was dealing with something sensitive, all more the reason for Tythra to be talking with the man. If he were not, well then he lied and Tythra would feel horribly slighted. Though she would at least admire the gall Lord Silanos had to lie to a Princess, even if she would never say that to his face. And he would regret that action.
But Tythra was quickly getting ahead of herself. Her face never changed at the boy’s nervous admission. Though one question was immediately pertinent. “If you do not mind me asking, Lord Silanos. If this task is indeed sensitive, why is it that you chose to dally in the garden? I would presume a man in your position would know the importance of timeliness, especially when handling material as delicate as what you are eluding too.”
“Well if I cannot handle whatever it is that you are tasked with, I can at least provide company and an escort to whatever location you were headed to.” And see what sort of information Tythra could scrape along the way. “Tell me, Lord Silanos. I am ever so curious. How is it that you fell into handling these tasks for Prince Vangelis? I never knew the two of you were close, especially when it came to matters of business. I must say, my Lord, I am impressed.” Tythra flattered with a tongue dripping with honeyed words. Flattery, she learned, can get people everywhere.
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They were taking a long way around, but it mattered not to Tythra. What was good was that the boy was actually moving. How long would he have been standing there had she not been by? Minutes? An hour? All day? Surely not, Tythra should give the boy some credit. He would know it would be bad to leave the Prince waiting.
But it seemed to Tythra that the young man had no real sense of time or urgency. How was it that a woman well more than twice his age was able to be faster and more efficient? Tythra bit her tongue to keep from lecturing the boy any further. She was not his mother, though Tythra would presume Lady Periella would be disappointed in seeing that her son lacked agency. Tythra would blame it on the generation that was growing up but her children knew the merits of working hard and quick.
Silanos was proving to Tythra that he was fairly useless. Tythra was becoming bored with his antics and given the next opportunity, she would have taken her leave. That was, that is, until he mentioned doing something sensitive for Prince Vangelis. Interesting. Tythra was being entirely too harsh on a man she didn’t know. Should he be truthful, and the jury was still out on whether he actually was, it might behoove her to press a little further. Once a Kotas, Tythra trusted her family unconditionally. However, information was worth more than all of the Drakos mines combined, no matter the source. If he was dealing with something sensitive, all more the reason for Tythra to be talking with the man. If he were not, well then he lied and Tythra would feel horribly slighted. Though she would at least admire the gall Lord Silanos had to lie to a Princess, even if she would never say that to his face. And he would regret that action.
But Tythra was quickly getting ahead of herself. Her face never changed at the boy’s nervous admission. Though one question was immediately pertinent. “If you do not mind me asking, Lord Silanos. If this task is indeed sensitive, why is it that you chose to dally in the garden? I would presume a man in your position would know the importance of timeliness, especially when handling material as delicate as what you are eluding too.”
“Well if I cannot handle whatever it is that you are tasked with, I can at least provide company and an escort to whatever location you were headed to.” And see what sort of information Tythra could scrape along the way. “Tell me, Lord Silanos. I am ever so curious. How is it that you fell into handling these tasks for Prince Vangelis? I never knew the two of you were close, especially when it came to matters of business. I must say, my Lord, I am impressed.” Tythra flattered with a tongue dripping with honeyed words. Flattery, she learned, can get people everywhere.
They were taking a long way around, but it mattered not to Tythra. What was good was that the boy was actually moving. How long would he have been standing there had she not been by? Minutes? An hour? All day? Surely not, Tythra should give the boy some credit. He would know it would be bad to leave the Prince waiting.
But it seemed to Tythra that the young man had no real sense of time or urgency. How was it that a woman well more than twice his age was able to be faster and more efficient? Tythra bit her tongue to keep from lecturing the boy any further. She was not his mother, though Tythra would presume Lady Periella would be disappointed in seeing that her son lacked agency. Tythra would blame it on the generation that was growing up but her children knew the merits of working hard and quick.
Silanos was proving to Tythra that he was fairly useless. Tythra was becoming bored with his antics and given the next opportunity, she would have taken her leave. That was, that is, until he mentioned doing something sensitive for Prince Vangelis. Interesting. Tythra was being entirely too harsh on a man she didn’t know. Should he be truthful, and the jury was still out on whether he actually was, it might behoove her to press a little further. Once a Kotas, Tythra trusted her family unconditionally. However, information was worth more than all of the Drakos mines combined, no matter the source. If he was dealing with something sensitive, all more the reason for Tythra to be talking with the man. If he were not, well then he lied and Tythra would feel horribly slighted. Though she would at least admire the gall Lord Silanos had to lie to a Princess, even if she would never say that to his face. And he would regret that action.
But Tythra was quickly getting ahead of herself. Her face never changed at the boy’s nervous admission. Though one question was immediately pertinent. “If you do not mind me asking, Lord Silanos. If this task is indeed sensitive, why is it that you chose to dally in the garden? I would presume a man in your position would know the importance of timeliness, especially when handling material as delicate as what you are eluding too.”
“Well if I cannot handle whatever it is that you are tasked with, I can at least provide company and an escort to whatever location you were headed to.” And see what sort of information Tythra could scrape along the way. “Tell me, Lord Silanos. I am ever so curious. How is it that you fell into handling these tasks for Prince Vangelis? I never knew the two of you were close, especially when it came to matters of business. I must say, my Lord, I am impressed.” Tythra flattered with a tongue dripping with honeyed words. Flattery, she learned, can get people everywhere.
He’d thought it a reasonably plausible excuse. The delivery had been bang on. So it was Silanos could do not to throw his hands in the air in frustration when instead of the Princess just leaving him to it as any rational person would in such circumstances, she switched immediately to another line of questioning. This one had a muscle twitch in the young Lord’s jaw as he set his teeth to stop from saying anything inflammatory. Like ‘ stop being so fucking nosey’ or ‘Cant you take a hint?’ which both came to mind.
Instead, Sil cleared his throat and shot a sideways glance at the woman walking beside him as he tried to come up with a way to talk himself out of this muddle. He would swear before all the Gods, if he ever saw Lady Tythra coming toward him again he would run and vault the walls of the garden rather than go through anything similar. But now they were almost into the manor proper and so he gave an uncomfortable little shrug. “You are right, probably. But I also find that sometimes a jolt of fresh air clears the mind and helps me work more efficiently” Take that, Princess.
It was a fleeting moment of satisfaction because she had changed direction again and Silanos couldn’t stop the small huff of annoyance at yet more questions, though he quickly smoothed the scowl from his face. Avoiding outright lying was becoming more difficult, and he was only too aware that whatever he said might find its way back to the Crown Prince so he needed to be careful. Equally, he did not want to get into talking about what had landed him in this situation.
Hades’ sake Why did she have to be so persistent?!
Sil was sick of it. He came to an abrupt halt, half-turned to face the woman and this time didn’t bother to wrap his words in anything, matter of fact and unapologetic as he explained himself yet again.
“We’re not close. I needed to repay a debt, so here I am." There. Let her make what she would of that little revelation. Sil didn't care. " But I do have things to do, so if you’ve satisfied your curiosity then I really should be going. Good day to you, your highness”
He gave a rather curt bow and backed off a couple of paces before turning and walking away, a turn of speed the Drakos woman had not seen from the young Lord before that point. Sil took the first left that he came to and then again until he was sure she wasn’t following before he let himself stop. “Fuck” he muttered, pushing a hand through his hair. That probably hadn’t been sensible. Though sensible was not often a thing he was accused of being, so...
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He’d thought it a reasonably plausible excuse. The delivery had been bang on. So it was Silanos could do not to throw his hands in the air in frustration when instead of the Princess just leaving him to it as any rational person would in such circumstances, she switched immediately to another line of questioning. This one had a muscle twitch in the young Lord’s jaw as he set his teeth to stop from saying anything inflammatory. Like ‘ stop being so fucking nosey’ or ‘Cant you take a hint?’ which both came to mind.
Instead, Sil cleared his throat and shot a sideways glance at the woman walking beside him as he tried to come up with a way to talk himself out of this muddle. He would swear before all the Gods, if he ever saw Lady Tythra coming toward him again he would run and vault the walls of the garden rather than go through anything similar. But now they were almost into the manor proper and so he gave an uncomfortable little shrug. “You are right, probably. But I also find that sometimes a jolt of fresh air clears the mind and helps me work more efficiently” Take that, Princess.
It was a fleeting moment of satisfaction because she had changed direction again and Silanos couldn’t stop the small huff of annoyance at yet more questions, though he quickly smoothed the scowl from his face. Avoiding outright lying was becoming more difficult, and he was only too aware that whatever he said might find its way back to the Crown Prince so he needed to be careful. Equally, he did not want to get into talking about what had landed him in this situation.
Hades’ sake Why did she have to be so persistent?!
Sil was sick of it. He came to an abrupt halt, half-turned to face the woman and this time didn’t bother to wrap his words in anything, matter of fact and unapologetic as he explained himself yet again.
“We’re not close. I needed to repay a debt, so here I am." There. Let her make what she would of that little revelation. Sil didn't care. " But I do have things to do, so if you’ve satisfied your curiosity then I really should be going. Good day to you, your highness”
He gave a rather curt bow and backed off a couple of paces before turning and walking away, a turn of speed the Drakos woman had not seen from the young Lord before that point. Sil took the first left that he came to and then again until he was sure she wasn’t following before he let himself stop. “Fuck” he muttered, pushing a hand through his hair. That probably hadn’t been sensible. Though sensible was not often a thing he was accused of being, so...
He’d thought it a reasonably plausible excuse. The delivery had been bang on. So it was Silanos could do not to throw his hands in the air in frustration when instead of the Princess just leaving him to it as any rational person would in such circumstances, she switched immediately to another line of questioning. This one had a muscle twitch in the young Lord’s jaw as he set his teeth to stop from saying anything inflammatory. Like ‘ stop being so fucking nosey’ or ‘Cant you take a hint?’ which both came to mind.
Instead, Sil cleared his throat and shot a sideways glance at the woman walking beside him as he tried to come up with a way to talk himself out of this muddle. He would swear before all the Gods, if he ever saw Lady Tythra coming toward him again he would run and vault the walls of the garden rather than go through anything similar. But now they were almost into the manor proper and so he gave an uncomfortable little shrug. “You are right, probably. But I also find that sometimes a jolt of fresh air clears the mind and helps me work more efficiently” Take that, Princess.
It was a fleeting moment of satisfaction because she had changed direction again and Silanos couldn’t stop the small huff of annoyance at yet more questions, though he quickly smoothed the scowl from his face. Avoiding outright lying was becoming more difficult, and he was only too aware that whatever he said might find its way back to the Crown Prince so he needed to be careful. Equally, he did not want to get into talking about what had landed him in this situation.
Hades’ sake Why did she have to be so persistent?!
Sil was sick of it. He came to an abrupt halt, half-turned to face the woman and this time didn’t bother to wrap his words in anything, matter of fact and unapologetic as he explained himself yet again.
“We’re not close. I needed to repay a debt, so here I am." There. Let her make what she would of that little revelation. Sil didn't care. " But I do have things to do, so if you’ve satisfied your curiosity then I really should be going. Good day to you, your highness”
He gave a rather curt bow and backed off a couple of paces before turning and walking away, a turn of speed the Drakos woman had not seen from the young Lord before that point. Sil took the first left that he came to and then again until he was sure she wasn’t following before he let himself stop. “Fuck” he muttered, pushing a hand through his hair. That probably hadn’t been sensible. Though sensible was not often a thing he was accused of being, so...
What had Tythra learned from this experience? Well, to begin she knew of the reputation of Lord Silanos. He was given the chance to refute that reputation. Tythra was never one to just believe rumors, after all. Instead what he did was manage to make himself look worse to the Princess’s eye.
Should Tythra had been caught wasting time staring at the sky, she would quickly apologize. ‘You are right, your highness. I have forgotten myself, allowing the beautiful sky to distract me from my duties. I best be off.’ Should an offer of assistance be given, one should accept it graciously. For a Princess and Head of House to offer to help a young Lord was an honor and not one to be taken lightly. Should a question be asked, you should answer in a calm, polite manner. And never do you ever simply dismiss yourself.
Lord Silanos did little to fix his already ill reputation. In fact, his first impression on the Princess made it so that she had no interest in every associating with him ever again. Tythra found that politeness was the most important trait that a person could have. Especially if that person were to be nobility, having manners was pivotal to success. Allowing emotions to dictate your behavior was a slippery slope. Tythra found if she were in fact, annoyed, she would remain calm. Her tone would never change, and her words were carefully placed to appease the person while simultaneously allowing herself a gentle out to a situation she cared not for. While at least in the beginning Lord Silanos was polite, he did little to appease Tythra and instead made mistake after mistake. His mother would be so disappointed. His son was… nothing of interest, nor did she expect he would ever be.
Though owing a debt to the prince was something that caught Tythra’s attention. A monetary debt? A service? Or did Lord Silanos make a mistake that left him needing forgiveness from Vangelis? Perhaps Tythra would inquire for specifics should she be curious enough to. After all, information was a priceless currency, one that can be traded for something even better.
At the very least the moment was entertaining. Watching him curtly walk away, clearly annoyed but the Princess’s interest. It had been a while since someone had the gall to treat her so rudely. Tythra would have to remember to inform her daughters to not associate with such rift raff.
But, alas, she was not about to chase after a boy who clearly wanted nothing to do with her. She did not have time to deal with trivial matters such as a noble boy’s rudeness. She had enough wrangling her two children, she wasn’t about to go wrangle a third. And not one to waste time, Tythra would simply go about the rest of her day and continue prepping for the war that was just beyond the horizon. Plenty to do, and with the extra time Tythra had from her early finish at the meeting already spent, there was no more time to waste. Rest would come when work was done. And for Tythra, work would never be completed.
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What had Tythra learned from this experience? Well, to begin she knew of the reputation of Lord Silanos. He was given the chance to refute that reputation. Tythra was never one to just believe rumors, after all. Instead what he did was manage to make himself look worse to the Princess’s eye.
Should Tythra had been caught wasting time staring at the sky, she would quickly apologize. ‘You are right, your highness. I have forgotten myself, allowing the beautiful sky to distract me from my duties. I best be off.’ Should an offer of assistance be given, one should accept it graciously. For a Princess and Head of House to offer to help a young Lord was an honor and not one to be taken lightly. Should a question be asked, you should answer in a calm, polite manner. And never do you ever simply dismiss yourself.
Lord Silanos did little to fix his already ill reputation. In fact, his first impression on the Princess made it so that she had no interest in every associating with him ever again. Tythra found that politeness was the most important trait that a person could have. Especially if that person were to be nobility, having manners was pivotal to success. Allowing emotions to dictate your behavior was a slippery slope. Tythra found if she were in fact, annoyed, she would remain calm. Her tone would never change, and her words were carefully placed to appease the person while simultaneously allowing herself a gentle out to a situation she cared not for. While at least in the beginning Lord Silanos was polite, he did little to appease Tythra and instead made mistake after mistake. His mother would be so disappointed. His son was… nothing of interest, nor did she expect he would ever be.
Though owing a debt to the prince was something that caught Tythra’s attention. A monetary debt? A service? Or did Lord Silanos make a mistake that left him needing forgiveness from Vangelis? Perhaps Tythra would inquire for specifics should she be curious enough to. After all, information was a priceless currency, one that can be traded for something even better.
At the very least the moment was entertaining. Watching him curtly walk away, clearly annoyed but the Princess’s interest. It had been a while since someone had the gall to treat her so rudely. Tythra would have to remember to inform her daughters to not associate with such rift raff.
But, alas, she was not about to chase after a boy who clearly wanted nothing to do with her. She did not have time to deal with trivial matters such as a noble boy’s rudeness. She had enough wrangling her two children, she wasn’t about to go wrangle a third. And not one to waste time, Tythra would simply go about the rest of her day and continue prepping for the war that was just beyond the horizon. Plenty to do, and with the extra time Tythra had from her early finish at the meeting already spent, there was no more time to waste. Rest would come when work was done. And for Tythra, work would never be completed.
What had Tythra learned from this experience? Well, to begin she knew of the reputation of Lord Silanos. He was given the chance to refute that reputation. Tythra was never one to just believe rumors, after all. Instead what he did was manage to make himself look worse to the Princess’s eye.
Should Tythra had been caught wasting time staring at the sky, she would quickly apologize. ‘You are right, your highness. I have forgotten myself, allowing the beautiful sky to distract me from my duties. I best be off.’ Should an offer of assistance be given, one should accept it graciously. For a Princess and Head of House to offer to help a young Lord was an honor and not one to be taken lightly. Should a question be asked, you should answer in a calm, polite manner. And never do you ever simply dismiss yourself.
Lord Silanos did little to fix his already ill reputation. In fact, his first impression on the Princess made it so that she had no interest in every associating with him ever again. Tythra found that politeness was the most important trait that a person could have. Especially if that person were to be nobility, having manners was pivotal to success. Allowing emotions to dictate your behavior was a slippery slope. Tythra found if she were in fact, annoyed, she would remain calm. Her tone would never change, and her words were carefully placed to appease the person while simultaneously allowing herself a gentle out to a situation she cared not for. While at least in the beginning Lord Silanos was polite, he did little to appease Tythra and instead made mistake after mistake. His mother would be so disappointed. His son was… nothing of interest, nor did she expect he would ever be.
Though owing a debt to the prince was something that caught Tythra’s attention. A monetary debt? A service? Or did Lord Silanos make a mistake that left him needing forgiveness from Vangelis? Perhaps Tythra would inquire for specifics should she be curious enough to. After all, information was a priceless currency, one that can be traded for something even better.
At the very least the moment was entertaining. Watching him curtly walk away, clearly annoyed but the Princess’s interest. It had been a while since someone had the gall to treat her so rudely. Tythra would have to remember to inform her daughters to not associate with such rift raff.
But, alas, she was not about to chase after a boy who clearly wanted nothing to do with her. She did not have time to deal with trivial matters such as a noble boy’s rudeness. She had enough wrangling her two children, she wasn’t about to go wrangle a third. And not one to waste time, Tythra would simply go about the rest of her day and continue prepping for the war that was just beyond the horizon. Plenty to do, and with the extra time Tythra had from her early finish at the meeting already spent, there was no more time to waste. Rest would come when work was done. And for Tythra, work would never be completed.