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When the excitement of coming home died down.....when her family stopped staring at her as if she'd grown a third head or like they expected her to disappear at any moment, the reality of being home set in. Slowly the daily monotony of her old life took hold and just like before, she began to grow restless.
With Diomedes away, she was left to divide her time between her parents, and her remaining brothers. Argos was a master politician; following in the footsteps of his father. He was often filling in with the Senate or preparing topics of conversation and concern, as well as budgetary memos to be considered.
Boring.
Linos always seemed to have his head stuck in a book. A lover of philosophy, he spun webs of deep thought like a poet. Having a conversation with him was never a good idea. Needless to say, he would always win an argument simply by contorting reality with conceptual theories. While both of them were good with a sword, neither enjoyed parrying with her so much as Diomedes or Lukos did. ...And Diomedes already had so much on his plate with his family and commanding the Athenian guard, she often felt as if she were in the way.
Practicing was less exciting by oneself..and while she did train in the courtyard of her family barony, she grew bored quickly. When she was finally granted access to the palace to speak to the king, she'd all but lept with glee. Just for the change of scenery, she couldn't wait to get back to the city.. to Athenia.
Her father had been on damage control since she'd arrived home. A marriage had been arranged with a second son from some noble family she'd never heard of with the terms of waiting several months to ensure she was not with child; something she found absurd. She'd already had her monthly as the tea she drank that was offered from Frona had worked it's magic. It was a weak match...but apparently being kidnapped by pirates didn't bode well for one's reputation. The hypocrisy really was quite infuriating. A man could spread his seed from here to the edge of the world without recourse. But she was abducted, held against her will for months and fights her way back only to have her purity and reputation called into question and her prospects diminished.
Not that anyone would ever be good enough... second son or first.
She missed her pirate. She missed fighting with him until they were seconds away from killing each other. She missed sparring with him and the look on his face when she pushed too far. She missed his breath on the top of her head while they slept and the feeling of him between her legs. There would be no one her parents could offer that would ever compare to him because now he'd been idealized in her mind. Barring how horrible he was to her..how impossible it was to be with him..how he sold her to a slaver with horribly violent sexual tendencies and how he'd almost killed her several times, there were all the moments in between that wrestled for control. The adventure of being on a ship; living on an island and sleeping in the temple of a God.. the women and children she left behind who made every day exciting and the brave new world she'd been thrust into all seemed to make Athenia pale in comparison. She felt divided...between this world and that. Like straddling a fence with both feet in the ground.
The venture into the city took some time in a carriage. She would have rather arrived on horseback, but such a meeting was rather formal; protocols must be met. The covered carriage was elaborate and stifling; rich with red and silver silk pillows and a golden interior that spoke to the Nikolaos wealth, she always found it rather ostentatious. While her family was well known, they weren't this gaudy. But Magnestis was a wealthy province. Many landowners there drove chariots laden with gold leafing. It would only serve that the Barony have a carriage that spoke to the provinces wealth.
Either way, the covered windows made the interior stifling in the August heat. By the time she arrived at the palace, she'd braided back her hair and wisps of curls clung to her forehead. Her neck glistened with sweat and she jumped down from the carriage quickly; putting as much distance between herself and it as she could.
She followed the guard inside the main courtyard. Shaded and well maintained, it was already a sight cooler than outside. Flowing water moved the heat away and for a moment she thought about stepping down into the fountain just to cool off. ...She pushed the idea aside....though she did dip her hand in so that she could use it to wipe the sweat off her forehead. It was cool and refreshing. Had she not been at the palace or really anywhere else at court, she'd likely fall into it and roll around for a while.
The guards left her in the courtyard with her own escorts for a long moment before returning to escort her the rest of the way. "King Minas is not up for supplications today so his daughter Persephone will be filling in for him." Thalia's stomach dropped. ...She should have expected as much.. Persephone had been filling in for Minas intermittently for quite a while, really... but Thalia hadn't seen her since her disastrous stint as a Lady's maid. She just hoped the princess didn't hold it against her still.
She followed the guard through the main hall and out onto the back terrace that overlooked the large garden, a row of planted orange trees and the ocean glimmering in the background where Persephone stood waiting for her. Thalia hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to kiss her cheek which was a customary greeting and one she found rather familiar. Stepping back again, she cleared her throat awkwardly as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "You look well, Your Majesty.. I hope my visit doesn't alarm you... I intended to see your father."
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When the excitement of coming home died down.....when her family stopped staring at her as if she'd grown a third head or like they expected her to disappear at any moment, the reality of being home set in. Slowly the daily monotony of her old life took hold and just like before, she began to grow restless.
With Diomedes away, she was left to divide her time between her parents, and her remaining brothers. Argos was a master politician; following in the footsteps of his father. He was often filling in with the Senate or preparing topics of conversation and concern, as well as budgetary memos to be considered.
Boring.
Linos always seemed to have his head stuck in a book. A lover of philosophy, he spun webs of deep thought like a poet. Having a conversation with him was never a good idea. Needless to say, he would always win an argument simply by contorting reality with conceptual theories. While both of them were good with a sword, neither enjoyed parrying with her so much as Diomedes or Lukos did. ...And Diomedes already had so much on his plate with his family and commanding the Athenian guard, she often felt as if she were in the way.
Practicing was less exciting by oneself..and while she did train in the courtyard of her family barony, she grew bored quickly. When she was finally granted access to the palace to speak to the king, she'd all but lept with glee. Just for the change of scenery, she couldn't wait to get back to the city.. to Athenia.
Her father had been on damage control since she'd arrived home. A marriage had been arranged with a second son from some noble family she'd never heard of with the terms of waiting several months to ensure she was not with child; something she found absurd. She'd already had her monthly as the tea she drank that was offered from Frona had worked it's magic. It was a weak match...but apparently being kidnapped by pirates didn't bode well for one's reputation. The hypocrisy really was quite infuriating. A man could spread his seed from here to the edge of the world without recourse. But she was abducted, held against her will for months and fights her way back only to have her purity and reputation called into question and her prospects diminished.
Not that anyone would ever be good enough... second son or first.
She missed her pirate. She missed fighting with him until they were seconds away from killing each other. She missed sparring with him and the look on his face when she pushed too far. She missed his breath on the top of her head while they slept and the feeling of him between her legs. There would be no one her parents could offer that would ever compare to him because now he'd been idealized in her mind. Barring how horrible he was to her..how impossible it was to be with him..how he sold her to a slaver with horribly violent sexual tendencies and how he'd almost killed her several times, there were all the moments in between that wrestled for control. The adventure of being on a ship; living on an island and sleeping in the temple of a God.. the women and children she left behind who made every day exciting and the brave new world she'd been thrust into all seemed to make Athenia pale in comparison. She felt divided...between this world and that. Like straddling a fence with both feet in the ground.
The venture into the city took some time in a carriage. She would have rather arrived on horseback, but such a meeting was rather formal; protocols must be met. The covered carriage was elaborate and stifling; rich with red and silver silk pillows and a golden interior that spoke to the Nikolaos wealth, she always found it rather ostentatious. While her family was well known, they weren't this gaudy. But Magnestis was a wealthy province. Many landowners there drove chariots laden with gold leafing. It would only serve that the Barony have a carriage that spoke to the provinces wealth.
Either way, the covered windows made the interior stifling in the August heat. By the time she arrived at the palace, she'd braided back her hair and wisps of curls clung to her forehead. Her neck glistened with sweat and she jumped down from the carriage quickly; putting as much distance between herself and it as she could.
She followed the guard inside the main courtyard. Shaded and well maintained, it was already a sight cooler than outside. Flowing water moved the heat away and for a moment she thought about stepping down into the fountain just to cool off. ...She pushed the idea aside....though she did dip her hand in so that she could use it to wipe the sweat off her forehead. It was cool and refreshing. Had she not been at the palace or really anywhere else at court, she'd likely fall into it and roll around for a while.
The guards left her in the courtyard with her own escorts for a long moment before returning to escort her the rest of the way. "King Minas is not up for supplications today so his daughter Persephone will be filling in for him." Thalia's stomach dropped. ...She should have expected as much.. Persephone had been filling in for Minas intermittently for quite a while, really... but Thalia hadn't seen her since her disastrous stint as a Lady's maid. She just hoped the princess didn't hold it against her still.
She followed the guard through the main hall and out onto the back terrace that overlooked the large garden, a row of planted orange trees and the ocean glimmering in the background where Persephone stood waiting for her. Thalia hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to kiss her cheek which was a customary greeting and one she found rather familiar. Stepping back again, she cleared her throat awkwardly as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "You look well, Your Majesty.. I hope my visit doesn't alarm you... I intended to see your father."
When the excitement of coming home died down.....when her family stopped staring at her as if she'd grown a third head or like they expected her to disappear at any moment, the reality of being home set in. Slowly the daily monotony of her old life took hold and just like before, she began to grow restless.
With Diomedes away, she was left to divide her time between her parents, and her remaining brothers. Argos was a master politician; following in the footsteps of his father. He was often filling in with the Senate or preparing topics of conversation and concern, as well as budgetary memos to be considered.
Boring.
Linos always seemed to have his head stuck in a book. A lover of philosophy, he spun webs of deep thought like a poet. Having a conversation with him was never a good idea. Needless to say, he would always win an argument simply by contorting reality with conceptual theories. While both of them were good with a sword, neither enjoyed parrying with her so much as Diomedes or Lukos did. ...And Diomedes already had so much on his plate with his family and commanding the Athenian guard, she often felt as if she were in the way.
Practicing was less exciting by oneself..and while she did train in the courtyard of her family barony, she grew bored quickly. When she was finally granted access to the palace to speak to the king, she'd all but lept with glee. Just for the change of scenery, she couldn't wait to get back to the city.. to Athenia.
Her father had been on damage control since she'd arrived home. A marriage had been arranged with a second son from some noble family she'd never heard of with the terms of waiting several months to ensure she was not with child; something she found absurd. She'd already had her monthly as the tea she drank that was offered from Frona had worked it's magic. It was a weak match...but apparently being kidnapped by pirates didn't bode well for one's reputation. The hypocrisy really was quite infuriating. A man could spread his seed from here to the edge of the world without recourse. But she was abducted, held against her will for months and fights her way back only to have her purity and reputation called into question and her prospects diminished.
Not that anyone would ever be good enough... second son or first.
She missed her pirate. She missed fighting with him until they were seconds away from killing each other. She missed sparring with him and the look on his face when she pushed too far. She missed his breath on the top of her head while they slept and the feeling of him between her legs. There would be no one her parents could offer that would ever compare to him because now he'd been idealized in her mind. Barring how horrible he was to her..how impossible it was to be with him..how he sold her to a slaver with horribly violent sexual tendencies and how he'd almost killed her several times, there were all the moments in between that wrestled for control. The adventure of being on a ship; living on an island and sleeping in the temple of a God.. the women and children she left behind who made every day exciting and the brave new world she'd been thrust into all seemed to make Athenia pale in comparison. She felt divided...between this world and that. Like straddling a fence with both feet in the ground.
The venture into the city took some time in a carriage. She would have rather arrived on horseback, but such a meeting was rather formal; protocols must be met. The covered carriage was elaborate and stifling; rich with red and silver silk pillows and a golden interior that spoke to the Nikolaos wealth, she always found it rather ostentatious. While her family was well known, they weren't this gaudy. But Magnestis was a wealthy province. Many landowners there drove chariots laden with gold leafing. It would only serve that the Barony have a carriage that spoke to the provinces wealth.
Either way, the covered windows made the interior stifling in the August heat. By the time she arrived at the palace, she'd braided back her hair and wisps of curls clung to her forehead. Her neck glistened with sweat and she jumped down from the carriage quickly; putting as much distance between herself and it as she could.
She followed the guard inside the main courtyard. Shaded and well maintained, it was already a sight cooler than outside. Flowing water moved the heat away and for a moment she thought about stepping down into the fountain just to cool off. ...She pushed the idea aside....though she did dip her hand in so that she could use it to wipe the sweat off her forehead. It was cool and refreshing. Had she not been at the palace or really anywhere else at court, she'd likely fall into it and roll around for a while.
The guards left her in the courtyard with her own escorts for a long moment before returning to escort her the rest of the way. "King Minas is not up for supplications today so his daughter Persephone will be filling in for him." Thalia's stomach dropped. ...She should have expected as much.. Persephone had been filling in for Minas intermittently for quite a while, really... but Thalia hadn't seen her since her disastrous stint as a Lady's maid. She just hoped the princess didn't hold it against her still.
She followed the guard through the main hall and out onto the back terrace that overlooked the large garden, a row of planted orange trees and the ocean glimmering in the background where Persephone stood waiting for her. Thalia hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to kiss her cheek which was a customary greeting and one she found rather familiar. Stepping back again, she cleared her throat awkwardly as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "You look well, Your Majesty.. I hope my visit doesn't alarm you... I intended to see your father."
Anchored to her study from dawn that morning, Persephone was glad to have a break from her correspondence. While handling all the arrangements and preparations needs for the Feast of Sinners event in a few weeks, and handling the engagement meetings with Lord Iason and maintaining her normal routine of running the day to day facets of the kingdom, her personal correspondence had dropped by the wayside. Something she shouldn't have allowed to happen. It was, after all, relationships that built a kingdom's foundations, not laws.
Bent over her desk, however, stylus in hand, with her thoughts and self-analysis on over drive (how could this sentence be taken, how would this suggestion be considered on the other end?) she was pleased to have had the interruption of a scheduled meeting with Thalia of Nikolaos.
The meeting had actually been arranged by Thalia's brother, a man that Persephone trusted in many ways and, as such, had made a special consideration for in seeing his sister as soon as her calendar allowed. Determined, therefore, to maintain the relationship between their families and keep to the agreed time, Persephone had deliberately finished her letters with half an hour to spare.
Taking the time to then freshen up her appearance, straighten out her muscles and then head down to the palace gardens for some fresh air, she had insisted to the palace steward that the Lady Thalia be brought to her on the back terrace so that she could enjoy the sunshine, the fresh air and some fruit juices that she ordered to be brought up from the kitchen.
Before her guest arrived, Persephone stood calmly, her posture perfect and her chin high as she breathed in the outside world. Stubbornly ignoring the row of orange trees by the windows, she looked outwards, towards the palace gardens. Pathways criss-crossed and swept diagonally over the grounds, separated by waist high beds of local flowers; crocuses, hyacinths and a range of others spread colour as far as the eye could see, bordered by the emerald green of the grassy plains in between.
Allowing the cool breeze to wake her up, Persephone was pleased to see that the fruit juice was brought to the terrace at the same time as the Lady Thalia was brought into her acquaintance again. She smiled in welcome of the woman and allowed the kiss to the cheek as was custom.
She held onto the woman's hand a little longer than she might normally, however, her touch a squeeze of welcome. All Persephone knew of Thalia's time away from home was that she had been taken against her will and that it was an experience "better left undisclosed". Or at least, those were the words her father had chosen in the letter her had sent to the royal house explaining his daughter's return and thanking Xanthos for their supplying of resources and money to aid in a search that was no longer necessary.
"I apologise that my father is unable to receive guests today," Persephone stated, refusing to go into detail regarding his health. "But I can assure you I am glad for your visit nonetheless. Please..." She indicated for the woman to take a seat at one of the tables and chairs that stood about the terrace. A maid was quick on her feet and darted over in order to door some of the passionfruit juice, of which Persephone took a cup.
It was funny to see Thalia again after all this time. While the woman had made an appalling ladies maid so many years ago, Persephone had always liked her as a person. She was spirited, enthusiastic and passionate. She was also stubborn to a fault (which Persephone respected as a personal trait but was also fully aware that this was the major issue in her performance as a lady-in-waiting).
"How are you, Thalia?" She asked, dropping her title as was her right as princess, and from their familiarity all those years ago. "I hope that your... absence from Athenia... was not too distressing?" She asked with a sidelong look at her guest, offering her the second filled glass, should she wish to take it.
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Anchored to her study from dawn that morning, Persephone was glad to have a break from her correspondence. While handling all the arrangements and preparations needs for the Feast of Sinners event in a few weeks, and handling the engagement meetings with Lord Iason and maintaining her normal routine of running the day to day facets of the kingdom, her personal correspondence had dropped by the wayside. Something she shouldn't have allowed to happen. It was, after all, relationships that built a kingdom's foundations, not laws.
Bent over her desk, however, stylus in hand, with her thoughts and self-analysis on over drive (how could this sentence be taken, how would this suggestion be considered on the other end?) she was pleased to have had the interruption of a scheduled meeting with Thalia of Nikolaos.
The meeting had actually been arranged by Thalia's brother, a man that Persephone trusted in many ways and, as such, had made a special consideration for in seeing his sister as soon as her calendar allowed. Determined, therefore, to maintain the relationship between their families and keep to the agreed time, Persephone had deliberately finished her letters with half an hour to spare.
Taking the time to then freshen up her appearance, straighten out her muscles and then head down to the palace gardens for some fresh air, she had insisted to the palace steward that the Lady Thalia be brought to her on the back terrace so that she could enjoy the sunshine, the fresh air and some fruit juices that she ordered to be brought up from the kitchen.
Before her guest arrived, Persephone stood calmly, her posture perfect and her chin high as she breathed in the outside world. Stubbornly ignoring the row of orange trees by the windows, she looked outwards, towards the palace gardens. Pathways criss-crossed and swept diagonally over the grounds, separated by waist high beds of local flowers; crocuses, hyacinths and a range of others spread colour as far as the eye could see, bordered by the emerald green of the grassy plains in between.
Allowing the cool breeze to wake her up, Persephone was pleased to see that the fruit juice was brought to the terrace at the same time as the Lady Thalia was brought into her acquaintance again. She smiled in welcome of the woman and allowed the kiss to the cheek as was custom.
She held onto the woman's hand a little longer than she might normally, however, her touch a squeeze of welcome. All Persephone knew of Thalia's time away from home was that she had been taken against her will and that it was an experience "better left undisclosed". Or at least, those were the words her father had chosen in the letter her had sent to the royal house explaining his daughter's return and thanking Xanthos for their supplying of resources and money to aid in a search that was no longer necessary.
"I apologise that my father is unable to receive guests today," Persephone stated, refusing to go into detail regarding his health. "But I can assure you I am glad for your visit nonetheless. Please..." She indicated for the woman to take a seat at one of the tables and chairs that stood about the terrace. A maid was quick on her feet and darted over in order to door some of the passionfruit juice, of which Persephone took a cup.
It was funny to see Thalia again after all this time. While the woman had made an appalling ladies maid so many years ago, Persephone had always liked her as a person. She was spirited, enthusiastic and passionate. She was also stubborn to a fault (which Persephone respected as a personal trait but was also fully aware that this was the major issue in her performance as a lady-in-waiting).
"How are you, Thalia?" She asked, dropping her title as was her right as princess, and from their familiarity all those years ago. "I hope that your... absence from Athenia... was not too distressing?" She asked with a sidelong look at her guest, offering her the second filled glass, should she wish to take it.
Anchored to her study from dawn that morning, Persephone was glad to have a break from her correspondence. While handling all the arrangements and preparations needs for the Feast of Sinners event in a few weeks, and handling the engagement meetings with Lord Iason and maintaining her normal routine of running the day to day facets of the kingdom, her personal correspondence had dropped by the wayside. Something she shouldn't have allowed to happen. It was, after all, relationships that built a kingdom's foundations, not laws.
Bent over her desk, however, stylus in hand, with her thoughts and self-analysis on over drive (how could this sentence be taken, how would this suggestion be considered on the other end?) she was pleased to have had the interruption of a scheduled meeting with Thalia of Nikolaos.
The meeting had actually been arranged by Thalia's brother, a man that Persephone trusted in many ways and, as such, had made a special consideration for in seeing his sister as soon as her calendar allowed. Determined, therefore, to maintain the relationship between their families and keep to the agreed time, Persephone had deliberately finished her letters with half an hour to spare.
Taking the time to then freshen up her appearance, straighten out her muscles and then head down to the palace gardens for some fresh air, she had insisted to the palace steward that the Lady Thalia be brought to her on the back terrace so that she could enjoy the sunshine, the fresh air and some fruit juices that she ordered to be brought up from the kitchen.
Before her guest arrived, Persephone stood calmly, her posture perfect and her chin high as she breathed in the outside world. Stubbornly ignoring the row of orange trees by the windows, she looked outwards, towards the palace gardens. Pathways criss-crossed and swept diagonally over the grounds, separated by waist high beds of local flowers; crocuses, hyacinths and a range of others spread colour as far as the eye could see, bordered by the emerald green of the grassy plains in between.
Allowing the cool breeze to wake her up, Persephone was pleased to see that the fruit juice was brought to the terrace at the same time as the Lady Thalia was brought into her acquaintance again. She smiled in welcome of the woman and allowed the kiss to the cheek as was custom.
She held onto the woman's hand a little longer than she might normally, however, her touch a squeeze of welcome. All Persephone knew of Thalia's time away from home was that she had been taken against her will and that it was an experience "better left undisclosed". Or at least, those were the words her father had chosen in the letter her had sent to the royal house explaining his daughter's return and thanking Xanthos for their supplying of resources and money to aid in a search that was no longer necessary.
"I apologise that my father is unable to receive guests today," Persephone stated, refusing to go into detail regarding his health. "But I can assure you I am glad for your visit nonetheless. Please..." She indicated for the woman to take a seat at one of the tables and chairs that stood about the terrace. A maid was quick on her feet and darted over in order to door some of the passionfruit juice, of which Persephone took a cup.
It was funny to see Thalia again after all this time. While the woman had made an appalling ladies maid so many years ago, Persephone had always liked her as a person. She was spirited, enthusiastic and passionate. She was also stubborn to a fault (which Persephone respected as a personal trait but was also fully aware that this was the major issue in her performance as a lady-in-waiting).
"How are you, Thalia?" She asked, dropping her title as was her right as princess, and from their familiarity all those years ago. "I hope that your... absence from Athenia... was not too distressing?" She asked with a sidelong look at her guest, offering her the second filled glass, should she wish to take it.
There it was.
That look. The one that said, "you poor dear... how did you survive?"
She'd grown accustomed to it, really. There were a lot of new looks leveled her way. That of pity like from Persephone right now. That of disgust.. surely there was only one reason she'd been brought back to Athenia. No pirate would give her her freedom for free. ...And that of outright desire. She'd been privy to the stares of men before; after all, she was quite attractive. But the lascivious gazes of men in her own country.. none being pirates, or slavers was not only annoying but disconcerting. She was sure stories were told that she needn't be privy too... and what was worse? What she'd done with Lukos while she was with them probably put them all to shame. She deserved the stares. All of them. Like tiny daggers that bit into her flesh. They weren't big enough to cut too deeply, just enough to sting.
She met Persephone's pitying gaze with self-assured determination; her chin raised and her shoulders confident. As she was her future queen, she did not release her hand until Persephone did, but she would not plead for sympathy. She took responsibility for every action that led to this point. Sneaking over the wall and venturing into the market alone was what got her into that mess in the first place. And once she was there she hadn't exactly pushed Lukos off of her.
...Well....she had. Multiple times. But in the end, she took responsibility for not doing so. These daggers were fresh. But in time, they would come less frequently.
Finally, Persephone released her hand as she apologized for her father not being present; not knowing that he was under the weather..though there had been rumors that he was growing weaker. She shouldn't have been surprised that the king wouldn't meet with her. She was a female, after all. It was very rare that a woman could demand so much from a man of his status. It was just the way things were. It wasn't as if she could just march in and demand he hear her (like she did so often with Lukos.) That just wasn't how it was done here. There were protocols and etiquette that ruled everyday life. It was why she was so horrid at her position serving Persephone. She often spoke first without thinking and acted on instinct instead of on training. For someone as poised and graceful as Persephone, Thalia may as well have been a great lumbering mule.
"There's no need to apologize, my Lady.. what I've come to speak to Minas about can be said to you.." Thalia hesitated before walking to the seating area that Persephone motioned to and waited for her to sit before she did as well. The princess was ever the gracious host; asking of her health and inquiring about her troubles. Thalia forced herself to be patient; taking the offered glass of juice and sipping it. It was cool and sticky sweet; the acidic oranges were tangy on her tongue, but not altogether unwelcome. She placed the glass on a small side table so she could return the topic of conversation. "I am well.. I like to think my time away was a sort of adventure, if I must say. One that I don't care to repeat, of course, but it's given me a great deal of insight as to the person I was and the person I am now..." She felt like she was still exploring that person. Daily her emotions confused her; vacillating between longing and annoyance. Every day was one foot in front of the other; the monotony of her position setting in quite succinctly "I must confess I am not here for a social visit, your majesty. I have information that I've found to be disconcerting enough that it strikes me as something your father needs to know."
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That look. The one that said, "you poor dear... how did you survive?"
She'd grown accustomed to it, really. There were a lot of new looks leveled her way. That of pity like from Persephone right now. That of disgust.. surely there was only one reason she'd been brought back to Athenia. No pirate would give her her freedom for free. ...And that of outright desire. She'd been privy to the stares of men before; after all, she was quite attractive. But the lascivious gazes of men in her own country.. none being pirates, or slavers was not only annoying but disconcerting. She was sure stories were told that she needn't be privy too... and what was worse? What she'd done with Lukos while she was with them probably put them all to shame. She deserved the stares. All of them. Like tiny daggers that bit into her flesh. They weren't big enough to cut too deeply, just enough to sting.
She met Persephone's pitying gaze with self-assured determination; her chin raised and her shoulders confident. As she was her future queen, she did not release her hand until Persephone did, but she would not plead for sympathy. She took responsibility for every action that led to this point. Sneaking over the wall and venturing into the market alone was what got her into that mess in the first place. And once she was there she hadn't exactly pushed Lukos off of her.
...Well....she had. Multiple times. But in the end, she took responsibility for not doing so. These daggers were fresh. But in time, they would come less frequently.
Finally, Persephone released her hand as she apologized for her father not being present; not knowing that he was under the weather..though there had been rumors that he was growing weaker. She shouldn't have been surprised that the king wouldn't meet with her. She was a female, after all. It was very rare that a woman could demand so much from a man of his status. It was just the way things were. It wasn't as if she could just march in and demand he hear her (like she did so often with Lukos.) That just wasn't how it was done here. There were protocols and etiquette that ruled everyday life. It was why she was so horrid at her position serving Persephone. She often spoke first without thinking and acted on instinct instead of on training. For someone as poised and graceful as Persephone, Thalia may as well have been a great lumbering mule.
"There's no need to apologize, my Lady.. what I've come to speak to Minas about can be said to you.." Thalia hesitated before walking to the seating area that Persephone motioned to and waited for her to sit before she did as well. The princess was ever the gracious host; asking of her health and inquiring about her troubles. Thalia forced herself to be patient; taking the offered glass of juice and sipping it. It was cool and sticky sweet; the acidic oranges were tangy on her tongue, but not altogether unwelcome. She placed the glass on a small side table so she could return the topic of conversation. "I am well.. I like to think my time away was a sort of adventure, if I must say. One that I don't care to repeat, of course, but it's given me a great deal of insight as to the person I was and the person I am now..." She felt like she was still exploring that person. Daily her emotions confused her; vacillating between longing and annoyance. Every day was one foot in front of the other; the monotony of her position setting in quite succinctly "I must confess I am not here for a social visit, your majesty. I have information that I've found to be disconcerting enough that it strikes me as something your father needs to know."
There it was.
That look. The one that said, "you poor dear... how did you survive?"
She'd grown accustomed to it, really. There were a lot of new looks leveled her way. That of pity like from Persephone right now. That of disgust.. surely there was only one reason she'd been brought back to Athenia. No pirate would give her her freedom for free. ...And that of outright desire. She'd been privy to the stares of men before; after all, she was quite attractive. But the lascivious gazes of men in her own country.. none being pirates, or slavers was not only annoying but disconcerting. She was sure stories were told that she needn't be privy too... and what was worse? What she'd done with Lukos while she was with them probably put them all to shame. She deserved the stares. All of them. Like tiny daggers that bit into her flesh. They weren't big enough to cut too deeply, just enough to sting.
She met Persephone's pitying gaze with self-assured determination; her chin raised and her shoulders confident. As she was her future queen, she did not release her hand until Persephone did, but she would not plead for sympathy. She took responsibility for every action that led to this point. Sneaking over the wall and venturing into the market alone was what got her into that mess in the first place. And once she was there she hadn't exactly pushed Lukos off of her.
...Well....she had. Multiple times. But in the end, she took responsibility for not doing so. These daggers were fresh. But in time, they would come less frequently.
Finally, Persephone released her hand as she apologized for her father not being present; not knowing that he was under the weather..though there had been rumors that he was growing weaker. She shouldn't have been surprised that the king wouldn't meet with her. She was a female, after all. It was very rare that a woman could demand so much from a man of his status. It was just the way things were. It wasn't as if she could just march in and demand he hear her (like she did so often with Lukos.) That just wasn't how it was done here. There were protocols and etiquette that ruled everyday life. It was why she was so horrid at her position serving Persephone. She often spoke first without thinking and acted on instinct instead of on training. For someone as poised and graceful as Persephone, Thalia may as well have been a great lumbering mule.
"There's no need to apologize, my Lady.. what I've come to speak to Minas about can be said to you.." Thalia hesitated before walking to the seating area that Persephone motioned to and waited for her to sit before she did as well. The princess was ever the gracious host; asking of her health and inquiring about her troubles. Thalia forced herself to be patient; taking the offered glass of juice and sipping it. It was cool and sticky sweet; the acidic oranges were tangy on her tongue, but not altogether unwelcome. She placed the glass on a small side table so she could return the topic of conversation. "I am well.. I like to think my time away was a sort of adventure, if I must say. One that I don't care to repeat, of course, but it's given me a great deal of insight as to the person I was and the person I am now..." She felt like she was still exploring that person. Daily her emotions confused her; vacillating between longing and annoyance. Every day was one foot in front of the other; the monotony of her position setting in quite succinctly "I must confess I am not here for a social visit, your majesty. I have information that I've found to be disconcerting enough that it strikes me as something your father needs to know."
Persephone blinked in surprise that the fact that Thalia seemed in no way upset or uncomfortable regarding the subject of her disappearance. Not knowing what had occurred during the time she had been unreachable, Persephone decided not to push for more of the story. Instead, she was simply encouraging of the spark she had always seen in Thalia that did not seem to have been dimmed by her... "adventure". In fact, it appeared to have even made it brighter, she was so self assured in how she was taking the whole thing.
"In which case, Thalia, I shall say no more of it." She told her, her tone becoming lighter. "I shall endeavour to see your... trip... in the same light that you do." She smiled politely and took a sip of her juice.
It was when the subject turned to the information that had brought Thalia to her that afternoon, that Persephone sat back in her chair. Her elbows went to the arms and her settled both hands around her glass of juice, her eyes narrowing her her tone becoming serious.
If this was something that was severe enough for only her father to hear then it was either something of dire importance or something of dire secrecy. With a flick of her hand and a nod of her head towards the terrace doors the three maids who had come out to provide the women with refreshments and serve the juice followed the princess' unspoken instructions and disappeared inside, shutting the doors behind them.
There were guards around the perimeter of the grounds to keep the two of them safe, but they were too far away to hear anything that was discussed between the women.
"Go on, Thalia..." She told the woman, her tone now calm and thoughtful. "Speak candidly..."
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Persephone blinked in surprise that the fact that Thalia seemed in no way upset or uncomfortable regarding the subject of her disappearance. Not knowing what had occurred during the time she had been unreachable, Persephone decided not to push for more of the story. Instead, she was simply encouraging of the spark she had always seen in Thalia that did not seem to have been dimmed by her... "adventure". In fact, it appeared to have even made it brighter, she was so self assured in how she was taking the whole thing.
"In which case, Thalia, I shall say no more of it." She told her, her tone becoming lighter. "I shall endeavour to see your... trip... in the same light that you do." She smiled politely and took a sip of her juice.
It was when the subject turned to the information that had brought Thalia to her that afternoon, that Persephone sat back in her chair. Her elbows went to the arms and her settled both hands around her glass of juice, her eyes narrowing her her tone becoming serious.
If this was something that was severe enough for only her father to hear then it was either something of dire importance or something of dire secrecy. With a flick of her hand and a nod of her head towards the terrace doors the three maids who had come out to provide the women with refreshments and serve the juice followed the princess' unspoken instructions and disappeared inside, shutting the doors behind them.
There were guards around the perimeter of the grounds to keep the two of them safe, but they were too far away to hear anything that was discussed between the women.
"Go on, Thalia..." She told the woman, her tone now calm and thoughtful. "Speak candidly..."
Persephone blinked in surprise that the fact that Thalia seemed in no way upset or uncomfortable regarding the subject of her disappearance. Not knowing what had occurred during the time she had been unreachable, Persephone decided not to push for more of the story. Instead, she was simply encouraging of the spark she had always seen in Thalia that did not seem to have been dimmed by her... "adventure". In fact, it appeared to have even made it brighter, she was so self assured in how she was taking the whole thing.
"In which case, Thalia, I shall say no more of it." She told her, her tone becoming lighter. "I shall endeavour to see your... trip... in the same light that you do." She smiled politely and took a sip of her juice.
It was when the subject turned to the information that had brought Thalia to her that afternoon, that Persephone sat back in her chair. Her elbows went to the arms and her settled both hands around her glass of juice, her eyes narrowing her her tone becoming serious.
If this was something that was severe enough for only her father to hear then it was either something of dire importance or something of dire secrecy. With a flick of her hand and a nod of her head towards the terrace doors the three maids who had come out to provide the women with refreshments and serve the juice followed the princess' unspoken instructions and disappeared inside, shutting the doors behind them.
There were guards around the perimeter of the grounds to keep the two of them safe, but they were too far away to hear anything that was discussed between the women.
"Go on, Thalia..." She told the woman, her tone now calm and thoughtful. "Speak candidly..."
Thalia was less uncomfortable with what had happened when she was kidnapped and more uncomfortable with society upon return. She wasn't sure she'd ever live down the stares and the reputation she had now. The way she saw it, she had two options. To slink away and become reclusive; embarrassed and ashamed for things that were out of her control, or she could hold her chin up and continue being the strong-willed, well-bred confident woman she was. She was a Nikolaos. There were few houses in Athenia with such well-regarded repute. To shrink away would imply some sort of guilt and tarnish her family name. Let them stare. Let them whisper. Let them pity her. Just as she'd sacrificed her own life to keep her family safe from Lukos, so she did now; for the reputation of the Nikolaos sigil.
Persephone's renaming of her kidnapping of a "trip" was probably not the right wording, but it was an uncomfortable topic for people. Thalia was aware of it. Most people either wanted to ignore it as if it never happened, or ask every invasive question they could. Personally, she was happier when people chose to ignore it. If and when people could treat her as they had before she'd been taken, life might finally start returning to normal. But every pitying stare; every scandalized gasp was a reminder, and in so doing a reminder of Lukos.
So Thalia would get to the heart of why she was there. After all, small talk before relaying such important information seemed disingenuous. There was no way to slip it in gracefully with an "Oh, by the way..."
Acknowledging the importance of the information Thalia had, Persephone immediately dismissed her maids for more privacy and Thalia waited; sipping from her glass casually before setting it down once the last set of doors closed. The information she had she'd not verbalized at all; not even when she was with Lukos. She'd kept it from her brother, from her father and from the rest of her family. Because what she was about to tell Persephone may decide the fate of her monarchy.
With Persephone's behest, Thalia took a deep breath and released it before brushing a curly lock of hair away from her forehead. "My lady... How much do you trust your cousin, Lord Elias?" With the princess's attention, she continued on hesitantly. "While in the company of the pirates, I was privy to most of their information. Including a plot in which Lord Elias was using them to attack and sink any ship they come across on the Aegean. They've already taken one." She paused for a moment; her brow furrowing. "Obviously they're pirates.. the fact that they were attacking ships wasn't what confused me..... but the fact that Elias is involved....." She paused before continuing. "I'm aware he's not pleased with your succession.. but would he sabotage you in such a way as to align with pirates? And to what end? Aside from causing chaos and unrest on the water, what other reason besides undermining you would he have to do such a thing?"
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Thalia was less uncomfortable with what had happened when she was kidnapped and more uncomfortable with society upon return. She wasn't sure she'd ever live down the stares and the reputation she had now. The way she saw it, she had two options. To slink away and become reclusive; embarrassed and ashamed for things that were out of her control, or she could hold her chin up and continue being the strong-willed, well-bred confident woman she was. She was a Nikolaos. There were few houses in Athenia with such well-regarded repute. To shrink away would imply some sort of guilt and tarnish her family name. Let them stare. Let them whisper. Let them pity her. Just as she'd sacrificed her own life to keep her family safe from Lukos, so she did now; for the reputation of the Nikolaos sigil.
Persephone's renaming of her kidnapping of a "trip" was probably not the right wording, but it was an uncomfortable topic for people. Thalia was aware of it. Most people either wanted to ignore it as if it never happened, or ask every invasive question they could. Personally, she was happier when people chose to ignore it. If and when people could treat her as they had before she'd been taken, life might finally start returning to normal. But every pitying stare; every scandalized gasp was a reminder, and in so doing a reminder of Lukos.
So Thalia would get to the heart of why she was there. After all, small talk before relaying such important information seemed disingenuous. There was no way to slip it in gracefully with an "Oh, by the way..."
Acknowledging the importance of the information Thalia had, Persephone immediately dismissed her maids for more privacy and Thalia waited; sipping from her glass casually before setting it down once the last set of doors closed. The information she had she'd not verbalized at all; not even when she was with Lukos. She'd kept it from her brother, from her father and from the rest of her family. Because what she was about to tell Persephone may decide the fate of her monarchy.
With Persephone's behest, Thalia took a deep breath and released it before brushing a curly lock of hair away from her forehead. "My lady... How much do you trust your cousin, Lord Elias?" With the princess's attention, she continued on hesitantly. "While in the company of the pirates, I was privy to most of their information. Including a plot in which Lord Elias was using them to attack and sink any ship they come across on the Aegean. They've already taken one." She paused for a moment; her brow furrowing. "Obviously they're pirates.. the fact that they were attacking ships wasn't what confused me..... but the fact that Elias is involved....." She paused before continuing. "I'm aware he's not pleased with your succession.. but would he sabotage you in such a way as to align with pirates? And to what end? Aside from causing chaos and unrest on the water, what other reason besides undermining you would he have to do such a thing?"
Thalia was less uncomfortable with what had happened when she was kidnapped and more uncomfortable with society upon return. She wasn't sure she'd ever live down the stares and the reputation she had now. The way she saw it, she had two options. To slink away and become reclusive; embarrassed and ashamed for things that were out of her control, or she could hold her chin up and continue being the strong-willed, well-bred confident woman she was. She was a Nikolaos. There were few houses in Athenia with such well-regarded repute. To shrink away would imply some sort of guilt and tarnish her family name. Let them stare. Let them whisper. Let them pity her. Just as she'd sacrificed her own life to keep her family safe from Lukos, so she did now; for the reputation of the Nikolaos sigil.
Persephone's renaming of her kidnapping of a "trip" was probably not the right wording, but it was an uncomfortable topic for people. Thalia was aware of it. Most people either wanted to ignore it as if it never happened, or ask every invasive question they could. Personally, she was happier when people chose to ignore it. If and when people could treat her as they had before she'd been taken, life might finally start returning to normal. But every pitying stare; every scandalized gasp was a reminder, and in so doing a reminder of Lukos.
So Thalia would get to the heart of why she was there. After all, small talk before relaying such important information seemed disingenuous. There was no way to slip it in gracefully with an "Oh, by the way..."
Acknowledging the importance of the information Thalia had, Persephone immediately dismissed her maids for more privacy and Thalia waited; sipping from her glass casually before setting it down once the last set of doors closed. The information she had she'd not verbalized at all; not even when she was with Lukos. She'd kept it from her brother, from her father and from the rest of her family. Because what she was about to tell Persephone may decide the fate of her monarchy.
With Persephone's behest, Thalia took a deep breath and released it before brushing a curly lock of hair away from her forehead. "My lady... How much do you trust your cousin, Lord Elias?" With the princess's attention, she continued on hesitantly. "While in the company of the pirates, I was privy to most of their information. Including a plot in which Lord Elias was using them to attack and sink any ship they come across on the Aegean. They've already taken one." She paused for a moment; her brow furrowing. "Obviously they're pirates.. the fact that they were attacking ships wasn't what confused me..... but the fact that Elias is involved....." She paused before continuing. "I'm aware he's not pleased with your succession.. but would he sabotage you in such a way as to align with pirates? And to what end? Aside from causing chaos and unrest on the water, what other reason besides undermining you would he have to do such a thing?"
Persephone's eyes narrowed delicately and with focus as Thalia got to the meat of her story - the reason for her visit - but in all other ways, her expression remained calm. A mask she had perfected over the years for handling both the Court and the Senate. The art of repressing one's reactions was a skill imperative to an heir to a crown or a leader who wore one. While Persephone had proven occasionally that she could be startled if someone approached her physically - being royal meant your personal space was rarely breached - when it came to words her reactions were perfectly calm.
The only comment or interjection she gave in Thalia's story was to raise an eyebrow curiously when the woman had asked if she trusted her cousin. It had been a clear sign to continue without her having to openly admit her distrust in the man, and Thalia had continued.
As the story progressed, Persephone's mind started to meld bits and pieces together - information that she knew from the crown prince of the kingdom of Colchis, that which she knew from her own spy network through the Master Informer.
Generally, she was already aware of what Thalia was confirming, but she had only hearsay up until now - no guaranteed witness or key testimony for her to be certain that what she thought she knew was indeed fact. And now she had it...
Persephone's tongue touched the side of her mouth as she considered, before speaking...
"Honestly I have little trust for the man in question." She told Thalia, choosing her words carefully. "And, on a personal level, I fully believe what you are telling me Thalia. I do not believe the Stravos family have any intentions besides the undermining of Xanthos, regardless of the method used, no matter how brutal it may seem to me or you."
With her eyes narrowed, Persephone tilted her head at the woman.
"Do you know the pirate who liaised with Lord Elias directly?" She asked. "Without his testimony, any information you give is strict hearsay..."
Persephone couldn't hold back the thumping her chest at the possibility of Thalia's next words. If she could get that pirate... if she could have him swear an oath of truth before the Gods and give his testimony to the Senate... that would be it. It would all be over. Stravos would fall and the Xanthos line of succession would be held...
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Persephone's eyes narrowed delicately and with focus as Thalia got to the meat of her story - the reason for her visit - but in all other ways, her expression remained calm. A mask she had perfected over the years for handling both the Court and the Senate. The art of repressing one's reactions was a skill imperative to an heir to a crown or a leader who wore one. While Persephone had proven occasionally that she could be startled if someone approached her physically - being royal meant your personal space was rarely breached - when it came to words her reactions were perfectly calm.
The only comment or interjection she gave in Thalia's story was to raise an eyebrow curiously when the woman had asked if she trusted her cousin. It had been a clear sign to continue without her having to openly admit her distrust in the man, and Thalia had continued.
As the story progressed, Persephone's mind started to meld bits and pieces together - information that she knew from the crown prince of the kingdom of Colchis, that which she knew from her own spy network through the Master Informer.
Generally, she was already aware of what Thalia was confirming, but she had only hearsay up until now - no guaranteed witness or key testimony for her to be certain that what she thought she knew was indeed fact. And now she had it...
Persephone's tongue touched the side of her mouth as she considered, before speaking...
"Honestly I have little trust for the man in question." She told Thalia, choosing her words carefully. "And, on a personal level, I fully believe what you are telling me Thalia. I do not believe the Stravos family have any intentions besides the undermining of Xanthos, regardless of the method used, no matter how brutal it may seem to me or you."
With her eyes narrowed, Persephone tilted her head at the woman.
"Do you know the pirate who liaised with Lord Elias directly?" She asked. "Without his testimony, any information you give is strict hearsay..."
Persephone couldn't hold back the thumping her chest at the possibility of Thalia's next words. If she could get that pirate... if she could have him swear an oath of truth before the Gods and give his testimony to the Senate... that would be it. It would all be over. Stravos would fall and the Xanthos line of succession would be held...
Persephone's eyes narrowed delicately and with focus as Thalia got to the meat of her story - the reason for her visit - but in all other ways, her expression remained calm. A mask she had perfected over the years for handling both the Court and the Senate. The art of repressing one's reactions was a skill imperative to an heir to a crown or a leader who wore one. While Persephone had proven occasionally that she could be startled if someone approached her physically - being royal meant your personal space was rarely breached - when it came to words her reactions were perfectly calm.
The only comment or interjection she gave in Thalia's story was to raise an eyebrow curiously when the woman had asked if she trusted her cousin. It had been a clear sign to continue without her having to openly admit her distrust in the man, and Thalia had continued.
As the story progressed, Persephone's mind started to meld bits and pieces together - information that she knew from the crown prince of the kingdom of Colchis, that which she knew from her own spy network through the Master Informer.
Generally, she was already aware of what Thalia was confirming, but she had only hearsay up until now - no guaranteed witness or key testimony for her to be certain that what she thought she knew was indeed fact. And now she had it...
Persephone's tongue touched the side of her mouth as she considered, before speaking...
"Honestly I have little trust for the man in question." She told Thalia, choosing her words carefully. "And, on a personal level, I fully believe what you are telling me Thalia. I do not believe the Stravos family have any intentions besides the undermining of Xanthos, regardless of the method used, no matter how brutal it may seem to me or you."
With her eyes narrowed, Persephone tilted her head at the woman.
"Do you know the pirate who liaised with Lord Elias directly?" She asked. "Without his testimony, any information you give is strict hearsay..."
Persephone couldn't hold back the thumping her chest at the possibility of Thalia's next words. If she could get that pirate... if she could have him swear an oath of truth before the Gods and give his testimony to the Senate... that would be it. It would all be over. Stravos would fall and the Xanthos line of succession would be held...
Thalia had to make a choice. Her loyalty to the crown, or her loyalty to Lukos. To a pirate she'd known for less than 3 months, or to a monarchy her family had been allied with since the Xanthos name took the crown. The Nikolaos name had long been the advising mediator between opposing sides. They were known for their neutrality and fairness. Her father often said it was more difficult to keep the peace than it was to allow people to fight, but in the end, they needed those peacemakers to ensure the continuity of the kingdom. This was the first time Thalia found taking a side difficult. She'd made a promise to Lukos just as he'd made a promise to her. He would leave her and her family alone and she wouldn't pursue him in retaliation. Were she returned within the first few weeks of her capture she may have betrayed that promise. But Now?
She'd also made a promise to Diomedes; that if the crown found it in their best interest to retaliate and find Lukos and punish him for his offense against a noble family, that she needed to relent and allow it. That promise was far more difficult to keep.
Thalia listened as Persephone mirrored her concerns and that she believed her. Thalia never had any concern as to whether or not she would be believed. She had no reason to lie. She would gain nothing from concocting a story that would divide the kingdom further under Minas's reign. And while Lukos may have purposefully told her of Elias's plans, he did it without the knowledge of Thalia's connections. It was probably the best decision she could have made to not tell him who her family was. But what he was doing would cripple not only the monarchy but also the people who relied on those ships for goods they couldn't attain where they lived, and merchants to be able to provide it. No one won in this save Elias.
Finally, Persephone asked her if she knew the pirate Elias worked with and her promise would be tested. "...I do.." She hesitated for a long moment; taking the time to pick up her glass of juice, but didn't drink it; nor could she look at Persephone. Closing her eyes, she grit her teeth. "...His name... is Lukos of Magnemea."
She felt ill from breaking her promise to him. ...But at the end of the day, Thalia's loyalty was to the crown; to her family. Whatever had happened with Lukos, it was over. She had to carry on and in doing so, she had to protect her family. Even if that came at his detriment. She tried to justify her betrayal by telling herself that he would have done the same. If the lives of his crew and that of those on his island were at stake, he would trade her in a heartbeat. He wouldn't have hesitated as she did. But the sinking weight of betrayal settled heavy in her stomach. "...He isn't easy to reach as he's often at sea or on his island, but there are messengers that will relay information to him when he docks in most ports of origin. It may be the only way you're able to find him." Her words were shaky and she looked up at Persephone; pausing for a long moment before she gave a short derisive laugh as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Never fall in love, Your Majesty. Because you can never truly be loyal to yourself and them at the same time.."
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Thalia had to make a choice. Her loyalty to the crown, or her loyalty to Lukos. To a pirate she'd known for less than 3 months, or to a monarchy her family had been allied with since the Xanthos name took the crown. The Nikolaos name had long been the advising mediator between opposing sides. They were known for their neutrality and fairness. Her father often said it was more difficult to keep the peace than it was to allow people to fight, but in the end, they needed those peacemakers to ensure the continuity of the kingdom. This was the first time Thalia found taking a side difficult. She'd made a promise to Lukos just as he'd made a promise to her. He would leave her and her family alone and she wouldn't pursue him in retaliation. Were she returned within the first few weeks of her capture she may have betrayed that promise. But Now?
She'd also made a promise to Diomedes; that if the crown found it in their best interest to retaliate and find Lukos and punish him for his offense against a noble family, that she needed to relent and allow it. That promise was far more difficult to keep.
Thalia listened as Persephone mirrored her concerns and that she believed her. Thalia never had any concern as to whether or not she would be believed. She had no reason to lie. She would gain nothing from concocting a story that would divide the kingdom further under Minas's reign. And while Lukos may have purposefully told her of Elias's plans, he did it without the knowledge of Thalia's connections. It was probably the best decision she could have made to not tell him who her family was. But what he was doing would cripple not only the monarchy but also the people who relied on those ships for goods they couldn't attain where they lived, and merchants to be able to provide it. No one won in this save Elias.
Finally, Persephone asked her if she knew the pirate Elias worked with and her promise would be tested. "...I do.." She hesitated for a long moment; taking the time to pick up her glass of juice, but didn't drink it; nor could she look at Persephone. Closing her eyes, she grit her teeth. "...His name... is Lukos of Magnemea."
She felt ill from breaking her promise to him. ...But at the end of the day, Thalia's loyalty was to the crown; to her family. Whatever had happened with Lukos, it was over. She had to carry on and in doing so, she had to protect her family. Even if that came at his detriment. She tried to justify her betrayal by telling herself that he would have done the same. If the lives of his crew and that of those on his island were at stake, he would trade her in a heartbeat. He wouldn't have hesitated as she did. But the sinking weight of betrayal settled heavy in her stomach. "...He isn't easy to reach as he's often at sea or on his island, but there are messengers that will relay information to him when he docks in most ports of origin. It may be the only way you're able to find him." Her words were shaky and she looked up at Persephone; pausing for a long moment before she gave a short derisive laugh as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Never fall in love, Your Majesty. Because you can never truly be loyal to yourself and them at the same time.."
Thalia had to make a choice. Her loyalty to the crown, or her loyalty to Lukos. To a pirate she'd known for less than 3 months, or to a monarchy her family had been allied with since the Xanthos name took the crown. The Nikolaos name had long been the advising mediator between opposing sides. They were known for their neutrality and fairness. Her father often said it was more difficult to keep the peace than it was to allow people to fight, but in the end, they needed those peacemakers to ensure the continuity of the kingdom. This was the first time Thalia found taking a side difficult. She'd made a promise to Lukos just as he'd made a promise to her. He would leave her and her family alone and she wouldn't pursue him in retaliation. Were she returned within the first few weeks of her capture she may have betrayed that promise. But Now?
She'd also made a promise to Diomedes; that if the crown found it in their best interest to retaliate and find Lukos and punish him for his offense against a noble family, that she needed to relent and allow it. That promise was far more difficult to keep.
Thalia listened as Persephone mirrored her concerns and that she believed her. Thalia never had any concern as to whether or not she would be believed. She had no reason to lie. She would gain nothing from concocting a story that would divide the kingdom further under Minas's reign. And while Lukos may have purposefully told her of Elias's plans, he did it without the knowledge of Thalia's connections. It was probably the best decision she could have made to not tell him who her family was. But what he was doing would cripple not only the monarchy but also the people who relied on those ships for goods they couldn't attain where they lived, and merchants to be able to provide it. No one won in this save Elias.
Finally, Persephone asked her if she knew the pirate Elias worked with and her promise would be tested. "...I do.." She hesitated for a long moment; taking the time to pick up her glass of juice, but didn't drink it; nor could she look at Persephone. Closing her eyes, she grit her teeth. "...His name... is Lukos of Magnemea."
She felt ill from breaking her promise to him. ...But at the end of the day, Thalia's loyalty was to the crown; to her family. Whatever had happened with Lukos, it was over. She had to carry on and in doing so, she had to protect her family. Even if that came at his detriment. She tried to justify her betrayal by telling herself that he would have done the same. If the lives of his crew and that of those on his island were at stake, he would trade her in a heartbeat. He wouldn't have hesitated as she did. But the sinking weight of betrayal settled heavy in her stomach. "...He isn't easy to reach as he's often at sea or on his island, but there are messengers that will relay information to him when he docks in most ports of origin. It may be the only way you're able to find him." Her words were shaky and she looked up at Persephone; pausing for a long moment before she gave a short derisive laugh as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Never fall in love, Your Majesty. Because you can never truly be loyal to yourself and them at the same time.."
Persephone had never met or become personally close to a weak woman. She had never had the time for those that simpered in court, or flattered their husbands with platitudes and their gowns with attention. She had never liked the concept that women were thought to have thoughts of less substance or purpose within their minds, in comparison to their male counterparts. And she had certainly never held to the idea that they were in some way weaker of spirit, morals or character.
Instead, she had been raised by a woman who was as equal to her husband as one side of a coin was to the other. She had been strong-minded, considering; philosophical and versatile in her thoughts.
Persephone understood that women had a role to play in the world - a role just as important and prized as that of men, even if their domestic duties often heralded less glory than the destruction and aggression of warfare. She understood that the responsibilities of genders were different, but they were not to be considered unequal for it.
So, when Thalia stated that her information - originally due for the king - was of great import, Persephone trusted this to be the case. Thalia had never, in their shared past, ever revealed herself to be whimsical or vapid. Nor had she ever displayed a tendency to be a liar or deceitful. In fact, it was often her blunt honesty and propensity for sharing a few too many of her truthful thoughts that had led to her making a terrible ladies maid. But it had made her a person to respect in Persephone's mind nonetheless.
It was clear that Persephone's question was throwing Thalia into some form of torment. She wasn't sure what was causing the havoc behind the girl's eyes but clearly to voice the answer to her question would be recognised as some form of betrayal to someone or something of the girl's past. It was the only circumstance Persephone could assume given that Thalia had never had a problem offering up her opinions before.
A part of her - the ten year old girl part of her that had been semi-friends with the lady of the House of Nikolaos - wanted to retract her question. To free her of the duty of answering the daughter of her monarch. And yet, if Thalia - as she clearly did - knew the pirate's name... well, that was far too valuable towards all of the efforts the Xanthos family had been working towards for the last six months. Her father's voice in her head held her fast and Persephone said nothing.
As soon as the name left Thalia's lips, Persephone committed it to memory, convinced that it may be a task to pry it from her again. Then again, now that the words had reached the open air, the damage to whatever Thalia had been fighting had already been done. Perhaps it would not be so hard to speak with her a little further on the subject...
Persephone had opened her mouth to speak, only to pause as Thalia bent her head. Her words turned personal, less confident, but no less honest. She closed her eyes and Persephone felt her heart go out to the girl.
It might have been years since they had been in each other's company last... but Persephone still remembered the fledgling of a woman Thalia had been back then - never uncertain, never timid or fearful or over-come. Persephone had thought her one of the boldest people she knew. Whatever had caused her such heartbreak now had to be something of great magnitude... and great sorrow.
Unsure whether the woman would welcome a hand placed over hers or the offering of a cloth to wipe her face (which would have required summoning a servant and therefore reviewed her tears to more than just herself) Persephone simply sat, leaning slightly forward and tried to keep her features sympathetic to Thalia's obviously distress...
"I think it highly unlikely I shall ever fall in love, Lady Thalia..." She told the woman, talking shallowly and giving her the chance to compose herself. "A woman in my position can hardly be allowed to do so when her future marriage is not to be her own."
After a few moments, in which Thalia was able to regroup and rein in her emotions, Persephone moved on to the more political important topic.
She licked her lips for a moment, uncertain as to how her next suggestion would fall...
"Would there, perhaps... but the opportunity for you to send him this message, Thalia?" She asked, dropping her title again in an effort to show that she realised her request was one of a personal nature. "Perhaps... given your feelings - a note from yourself would encourage his arrival in Athenia faster than anything I could put to paper?" Her eyes grew kindly. "I do not believe that such sorrow can come from a love so singularly one-sided. Perhaps he would be pleased to hear from you?"
To knowing the situation in hand, Persephone had no idea if she was being overly optimistic, or even simply rude in her prying. But she felt the need to establish the girl's relationship with this Lukos... Had they ended things on bad terms her message to the man could sink any chance of Persephone meeting him before the Senate hearing, six weeks from now. And yet, if they had been lovers and his feelings still lingered... Thalia's words would indeed call him to the Athenian shores faster than anything Persephone might be able to convince him of in a single letter.
"Would you help me to meet this Lukos, Thalia?" Persephone concluded. "Such a meeting would put all political turmoil in Athenia to rest... It would secure the lineage of the family and - more importantly - put a stop to all discord in the Senate. It would bring internal peace of the kingdom..." Persephone's gaze was firm and considering and - this time - she did reach out to take Thalia's hand, to assure her, "I would not ask if it was not so."
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Persephone had never met or become personally close to a weak woman. She had never had the time for those that simpered in court, or flattered their husbands with platitudes and their gowns with attention. She had never liked the concept that women were thought to have thoughts of less substance or purpose within their minds, in comparison to their male counterparts. And she had certainly never held to the idea that they were in some way weaker of spirit, morals or character.
Instead, she had been raised by a woman who was as equal to her husband as one side of a coin was to the other. She had been strong-minded, considering; philosophical and versatile in her thoughts.
Persephone understood that women had a role to play in the world - a role just as important and prized as that of men, even if their domestic duties often heralded less glory than the destruction and aggression of warfare. She understood that the responsibilities of genders were different, but they were not to be considered unequal for it.
So, when Thalia stated that her information - originally due for the king - was of great import, Persephone trusted this to be the case. Thalia had never, in their shared past, ever revealed herself to be whimsical or vapid. Nor had she ever displayed a tendency to be a liar or deceitful. In fact, it was often her blunt honesty and propensity for sharing a few too many of her truthful thoughts that had led to her making a terrible ladies maid. But it had made her a person to respect in Persephone's mind nonetheless.
It was clear that Persephone's question was throwing Thalia into some form of torment. She wasn't sure what was causing the havoc behind the girl's eyes but clearly to voice the answer to her question would be recognised as some form of betrayal to someone or something of the girl's past. It was the only circumstance Persephone could assume given that Thalia had never had a problem offering up her opinions before.
A part of her - the ten year old girl part of her that had been semi-friends with the lady of the House of Nikolaos - wanted to retract her question. To free her of the duty of answering the daughter of her monarch. And yet, if Thalia - as she clearly did - knew the pirate's name... well, that was far too valuable towards all of the efforts the Xanthos family had been working towards for the last six months. Her father's voice in her head held her fast and Persephone said nothing.
As soon as the name left Thalia's lips, Persephone committed it to memory, convinced that it may be a task to pry it from her again. Then again, now that the words had reached the open air, the damage to whatever Thalia had been fighting had already been done. Perhaps it would not be so hard to speak with her a little further on the subject...
Persephone had opened her mouth to speak, only to pause as Thalia bent her head. Her words turned personal, less confident, but no less honest. She closed her eyes and Persephone felt her heart go out to the girl.
It might have been years since they had been in each other's company last... but Persephone still remembered the fledgling of a woman Thalia had been back then - never uncertain, never timid or fearful or over-come. Persephone had thought her one of the boldest people she knew. Whatever had caused her such heartbreak now had to be something of great magnitude... and great sorrow.
Unsure whether the woman would welcome a hand placed over hers or the offering of a cloth to wipe her face (which would have required summoning a servant and therefore reviewed her tears to more than just herself) Persephone simply sat, leaning slightly forward and tried to keep her features sympathetic to Thalia's obviously distress...
"I think it highly unlikely I shall ever fall in love, Lady Thalia..." She told the woman, talking shallowly and giving her the chance to compose herself. "A woman in my position can hardly be allowed to do so when her future marriage is not to be her own."
After a few moments, in which Thalia was able to regroup and rein in her emotions, Persephone moved on to the more political important topic.
She licked her lips for a moment, uncertain as to how her next suggestion would fall...
"Would there, perhaps... but the opportunity for you to send him this message, Thalia?" She asked, dropping her title again in an effort to show that she realised her request was one of a personal nature. "Perhaps... given your feelings - a note from yourself would encourage his arrival in Athenia faster than anything I could put to paper?" Her eyes grew kindly. "I do not believe that such sorrow can come from a love so singularly one-sided. Perhaps he would be pleased to hear from you?"
To knowing the situation in hand, Persephone had no idea if she was being overly optimistic, or even simply rude in her prying. But she felt the need to establish the girl's relationship with this Lukos... Had they ended things on bad terms her message to the man could sink any chance of Persephone meeting him before the Senate hearing, six weeks from now. And yet, if they had been lovers and his feelings still lingered... Thalia's words would indeed call him to the Athenian shores faster than anything Persephone might be able to convince him of in a single letter.
"Would you help me to meet this Lukos, Thalia?" Persephone concluded. "Such a meeting would put all political turmoil in Athenia to rest... It would secure the lineage of the family and - more importantly - put a stop to all discord in the Senate. It would bring internal peace of the kingdom..." Persephone's gaze was firm and considering and - this time - she did reach out to take Thalia's hand, to assure her, "I would not ask if it was not so."
Persephone had never met or become personally close to a weak woman. She had never had the time for those that simpered in court, or flattered their husbands with platitudes and their gowns with attention. She had never liked the concept that women were thought to have thoughts of less substance or purpose within their minds, in comparison to their male counterparts. And she had certainly never held to the idea that they were in some way weaker of spirit, morals or character.
Instead, she had been raised by a woman who was as equal to her husband as one side of a coin was to the other. She had been strong-minded, considering; philosophical and versatile in her thoughts.
Persephone understood that women had a role to play in the world - a role just as important and prized as that of men, even if their domestic duties often heralded less glory than the destruction and aggression of warfare. She understood that the responsibilities of genders were different, but they were not to be considered unequal for it.
So, when Thalia stated that her information - originally due for the king - was of great import, Persephone trusted this to be the case. Thalia had never, in their shared past, ever revealed herself to be whimsical or vapid. Nor had she ever displayed a tendency to be a liar or deceitful. In fact, it was often her blunt honesty and propensity for sharing a few too many of her truthful thoughts that had led to her making a terrible ladies maid. But it had made her a person to respect in Persephone's mind nonetheless.
It was clear that Persephone's question was throwing Thalia into some form of torment. She wasn't sure what was causing the havoc behind the girl's eyes but clearly to voice the answer to her question would be recognised as some form of betrayal to someone or something of the girl's past. It was the only circumstance Persephone could assume given that Thalia had never had a problem offering up her opinions before.
A part of her - the ten year old girl part of her that had been semi-friends with the lady of the House of Nikolaos - wanted to retract her question. To free her of the duty of answering the daughter of her monarch. And yet, if Thalia - as she clearly did - knew the pirate's name... well, that was far too valuable towards all of the efforts the Xanthos family had been working towards for the last six months. Her father's voice in her head held her fast and Persephone said nothing.
As soon as the name left Thalia's lips, Persephone committed it to memory, convinced that it may be a task to pry it from her again. Then again, now that the words had reached the open air, the damage to whatever Thalia had been fighting had already been done. Perhaps it would not be so hard to speak with her a little further on the subject...
Persephone had opened her mouth to speak, only to pause as Thalia bent her head. Her words turned personal, less confident, but no less honest. She closed her eyes and Persephone felt her heart go out to the girl.
It might have been years since they had been in each other's company last... but Persephone still remembered the fledgling of a woman Thalia had been back then - never uncertain, never timid or fearful or over-come. Persephone had thought her one of the boldest people she knew. Whatever had caused her such heartbreak now had to be something of great magnitude... and great sorrow.
Unsure whether the woman would welcome a hand placed over hers or the offering of a cloth to wipe her face (which would have required summoning a servant and therefore reviewed her tears to more than just herself) Persephone simply sat, leaning slightly forward and tried to keep her features sympathetic to Thalia's obviously distress...
"I think it highly unlikely I shall ever fall in love, Lady Thalia..." She told the woman, talking shallowly and giving her the chance to compose herself. "A woman in my position can hardly be allowed to do so when her future marriage is not to be her own."
After a few moments, in which Thalia was able to regroup and rein in her emotions, Persephone moved on to the more political important topic.
She licked her lips for a moment, uncertain as to how her next suggestion would fall...
"Would there, perhaps... but the opportunity for you to send him this message, Thalia?" She asked, dropping her title again in an effort to show that she realised her request was one of a personal nature. "Perhaps... given your feelings - a note from yourself would encourage his arrival in Athenia faster than anything I could put to paper?" Her eyes grew kindly. "I do not believe that such sorrow can come from a love so singularly one-sided. Perhaps he would be pleased to hear from you?"
To knowing the situation in hand, Persephone had no idea if she was being overly optimistic, or even simply rude in her prying. But she felt the need to establish the girl's relationship with this Lukos... Had they ended things on bad terms her message to the man could sink any chance of Persephone meeting him before the Senate hearing, six weeks from now. And yet, if they had been lovers and his feelings still lingered... Thalia's words would indeed call him to the Athenian shores faster than anything Persephone might be able to convince him of in a single letter.
"Would you help me to meet this Lukos, Thalia?" Persephone concluded. "Such a meeting would put all political turmoil in Athenia to rest... It would secure the lineage of the family and - more importantly - put a stop to all discord in the Senate. It would bring internal peace of the kingdom..." Persephone's gaze was firm and considering and - this time - she did reach out to take Thalia's hand, to assure her, "I would not ask if it was not so."
Thalia brushed her tears away and straightened her spine; resolving herself that she was not weak and no man would ever cry over betraying their lover for their kingdom. As Persephone clarified her own standing as a monarch, Thalia couldn't help but relate. Her place was not to choose who she would or would not marry. Marriage was a political alignment bent on advancing the power of both families involved. Her arrangement itself was a political alliance, despite its haste. She had no vested interest in her intended. Honestly, she couldn't remember what he looked like. Lukos's image was permanently embedded in her conscious. His dark brooding features, wavy black hair that seemed to be perpetually wet due to the waves, sweat, or bathing... no one in Athenia had the ability to wrest that image from her.
Thankfully, Persephone didn't grow overly empathetic. She didn't reach out to take her hand or attempt to hug her. Unlike the women on the island, such sentiments weren't so common in Athenia. She would have found her lapse of stoicism more awkward had Persephone attempted to comfort her. Instead, the woman continued on; requesting Thalia to contact Lukos instead.
She snorted cynically as she was so good at doing and looked away; remembering those last days with Lukos when he wouldn't even speak to her. When he looked at her with cold indifference and borderline hatred. "If you wish to speak to him, I would suggest not mentioning my name. Likely he would kill the messenger and go into hiding." She stood, regardless of social propriety and walked to the edge of the portico. She'd never been the type to sit still for very long; she grew easily restless and simply had to move. Leaning against the balcony railing, she looked down at the expansive gardens and out to the ocean; it's glassy surface shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. The breeze smelled of the ocean and she closed her eyes; remembering what it was like on the ship. The sea salt spray...the motion of the boat... she could almost feel the marble floor shift beneath her. She took a deep breath and looked back over her shoulder at Persephone. "No... your best bet is to make him an offer he can't refuse. Money. Wealth...prestige. Power. The ability to expand his fleet. Those are what drive him. I would have no influence."
She turned and crossed her arms over her chest; leaning back against one of the large columns that held the entablature aloft. "If you wish me to be there, I will do so... for your own protection and to ensure that he means what he says. ...But he cannot know it's me. Otherwise, you'll lose your standing before you've ever said a word..."
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Thalia brushed her tears away and straightened her spine; resolving herself that she was not weak and no man would ever cry over betraying their lover for their kingdom. As Persephone clarified her own standing as a monarch, Thalia couldn't help but relate. Her place was not to choose who she would or would not marry. Marriage was a political alignment bent on advancing the power of both families involved. Her arrangement itself was a political alliance, despite its haste. She had no vested interest in her intended. Honestly, she couldn't remember what he looked like. Lukos's image was permanently embedded in her conscious. His dark brooding features, wavy black hair that seemed to be perpetually wet due to the waves, sweat, or bathing... no one in Athenia had the ability to wrest that image from her.
Thankfully, Persephone didn't grow overly empathetic. She didn't reach out to take her hand or attempt to hug her. Unlike the women on the island, such sentiments weren't so common in Athenia. She would have found her lapse of stoicism more awkward had Persephone attempted to comfort her. Instead, the woman continued on; requesting Thalia to contact Lukos instead.
She snorted cynically as she was so good at doing and looked away; remembering those last days with Lukos when he wouldn't even speak to her. When he looked at her with cold indifference and borderline hatred. "If you wish to speak to him, I would suggest not mentioning my name. Likely he would kill the messenger and go into hiding." She stood, regardless of social propriety and walked to the edge of the portico. She'd never been the type to sit still for very long; she grew easily restless and simply had to move. Leaning against the balcony railing, she looked down at the expansive gardens and out to the ocean; it's glassy surface shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. The breeze smelled of the ocean and she closed her eyes; remembering what it was like on the ship. The sea salt spray...the motion of the boat... she could almost feel the marble floor shift beneath her. She took a deep breath and looked back over her shoulder at Persephone. "No... your best bet is to make him an offer he can't refuse. Money. Wealth...prestige. Power. The ability to expand his fleet. Those are what drive him. I would have no influence."
She turned and crossed her arms over her chest; leaning back against one of the large columns that held the entablature aloft. "If you wish me to be there, I will do so... for your own protection and to ensure that he means what he says. ...But he cannot know it's me. Otherwise, you'll lose your standing before you've ever said a word..."
Thalia brushed her tears away and straightened her spine; resolving herself that she was not weak and no man would ever cry over betraying their lover for their kingdom. As Persephone clarified her own standing as a monarch, Thalia couldn't help but relate. Her place was not to choose who she would or would not marry. Marriage was a political alignment bent on advancing the power of both families involved. Her arrangement itself was a political alliance, despite its haste. She had no vested interest in her intended. Honestly, she couldn't remember what he looked like. Lukos's image was permanently embedded in her conscious. His dark brooding features, wavy black hair that seemed to be perpetually wet due to the waves, sweat, or bathing... no one in Athenia had the ability to wrest that image from her.
Thankfully, Persephone didn't grow overly empathetic. She didn't reach out to take her hand or attempt to hug her. Unlike the women on the island, such sentiments weren't so common in Athenia. She would have found her lapse of stoicism more awkward had Persephone attempted to comfort her. Instead, the woman continued on; requesting Thalia to contact Lukos instead.
She snorted cynically as she was so good at doing and looked away; remembering those last days with Lukos when he wouldn't even speak to her. When he looked at her with cold indifference and borderline hatred. "If you wish to speak to him, I would suggest not mentioning my name. Likely he would kill the messenger and go into hiding." She stood, regardless of social propriety and walked to the edge of the portico. She'd never been the type to sit still for very long; she grew easily restless and simply had to move. Leaning against the balcony railing, she looked down at the expansive gardens and out to the ocean; it's glassy surface shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. The breeze smelled of the ocean and she closed her eyes; remembering what it was like on the ship. The sea salt spray...the motion of the boat... she could almost feel the marble floor shift beneath her. She took a deep breath and looked back over her shoulder at Persephone. "No... your best bet is to make him an offer he can't refuse. Money. Wealth...prestige. Power. The ability to expand his fleet. Those are what drive him. I would have no influence."
She turned and crossed her arms over her chest; leaning back against one of the large columns that held the entablature aloft. "If you wish me to be there, I will do so... for your own protection and to ensure that he means what he says. ...But he cannot know it's me. Otherwise, you'll lose your standing before you've ever said a word..."
Persephone's frowned for a moment as she considered the options before them for contacting this pirate in question. She mentally calculated how many weeks it would be until the Senate meeting that would push for a vote on the law of inheritance change. She wondered how long it would take for such a message to find the man.
"Stay with me this afternoon, Thalia." Persephone requested, standing quickly and intending to head inside. She gestured towards the doors with her hand. "Aid me in crafting a letter that you might consider fit for attracting this man's attention and then we may formulate a plan for ensure it reaches him."
She gestured for the woman to stand and gave a kindly smile.
"Come, Thalia." She told her. "I think it's time we women start directing the course of our kingdom, don't you?"
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Persephone's frowned for a moment as she considered the options before them for contacting this pirate in question. She mentally calculated how many weeks it would be until the Senate meeting that would push for a vote on the law of inheritance change. She wondered how long it would take for such a message to find the man.
"Stay with me this afternoon, Thalia." Persephone requested, standing quickly and intending to head inside. She gestured towards the doors with her hand. "Aid me in crafting a letter that you might consider fit for attracting this man's attention and then we may formulate a plan for ensure it reaches him."
She gestured for the woman to stand and gave a kindly smile.
"Come, Thalia." She told her. "I think it's time we women start directing the course of our kingdom, don't you?"
Persephone's frowned for a moment as she considered the options before them for contacting this pirate in question. She mentally calculated how many weeks it would be until the Senate meeting that would push for a vote on the law of inheritance change. She wondered how long it would take for such a message to find the man.
"Stay with me this afternoon, Thalia." Persephone requested, standing quickly and intending to head inside. She gestured towards the doors with her hand. "Aid me in crafting a letter that you might consider fit for attracting this man's attention and then we may formulate a plan for ensure it reaches him."
She gestured for the woman to stand and gave a kindly smile.
"Come, Thalia." She told her. "I think it's time we women start directing the course of our kingdom, don't you?"
