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Vangelis was hardly the sort to meander and wile away his time in casual strolling about the agora. In the time he spent home on the Kirakles Isles, his schedule was so full of meetings, paperwork and duties that built over the time of his absence, that it was infrequently that he ever left his home. Normally an active man who enjoyed his workouts every morning, his rides every evening and his inspection of his troops each afternoon, Vangelis disliked the responsibilities that kept him cooped up in his estate whilst home. And there were random days that interrupted his obligations as baron, prince, head of house and general, and insisted that he took a moment to breathe the open air.
Today was just such a time.
With his work seen to in a manner that would risk delay for another day, Vangelis had closed away his word in the late morning and called for his horse to be readied. He now rode Phobos on a regular basis in the evenings - if only for a half hour in order to ensure that his mastery over the animal was complete and ready for the test of the oncoming battles ahead. This time, he took the creature down to the Lower Levels of the city and towards the agora.
With the stallion brushed to a high gleam of glossy black and his house's colours decked over his hind quarters, it wasn't hard to identify the man upon his back. Even whilst Vangelis did not wear his crown, nor the decadent toga and tunics of his station, Vangelis held himself as a prince. With the upbringing and training of a man with a mission and intent in life, he stat with a sharp posture and a powerful position in his seat. His weight was low in his hips, his shoulders drawn back and down. One of his hands rested on his reins, whilst the other sat placidly upon his thigh as he rode through the streets at a simple walk. Phobos dipped his head, shaking his mane in a manner that might suggest a disgust for the easy pace but Vangelis kept him controlled through the pressure in his legs and touch. He patted the animal's neck and rubbed at his shoulder.
When he arrived at the marketplace, Vangelis took the opportunity to dismount. He fastened the animal’s reins to a nearby post meant for the purpose and then strode out into the crowds of people that mingled around vendors and stalls of food. The scent of fresh fruit, roasting meats and newly baked bread filled the air. He had forgotten it was market day until he arrived. That explained the crowds and how everyone was more focused on filling baskets for their weekly goods than they were on whether a royal walked among them. Which suited Vangelis just fine.
In fact, it was more his height and the breadth of his shoulders that ensured people moved out of his way. Several stopped to stare, others muttered as to his identity and knew him to be Crown Prince Vangelis of Kotas. Others were just focused on getting out of his way so that his broad step and heavy gait wouldn't knock them flat.
Vangelis wasn't necessarily interested in the food and goods around him - though he had yet to eat a midday repast - and more simply with absorbing the noise and activity. The vitality of Colchis that he would fight for till his dying breath. He felt the heat in his muscles, the energy in his carriage, the open air in his lungs. He relished the opportunity to be one with his people for the first time in what felt like forever...
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Vangelis was hardly the sort to meander and wile away his time in casual strolling about the agora. In the time he spent home on the Kirakles Isles, his schedule was so full of meetings, paperwork and duties that built over the time of his absence, that it was infrequently that he ever left his home. Normally an active man who enjoyed his workouts every morning, his rides every evening and his inspection of his troops each afternoon, Vangelis disliked the responsibilities that kept him cooped up in his estate whilst home. And there were random days that interrupted his obligations as baron, prince, head of house and general, and insisted that he took a moment to breathe the open air.
Today was just such a time.
With his work seen to in a manner that would risk delay for another day, Vangelis had closed away his word in the late morning and called for his horse to be readied. He now rode Phobos on a regular basis in the evenings - if only for a half hour in order to ensure that his mastery over the animal was complete and ready for the test of the oncoming battles ahead. This time, he took the creature down to the Lower Levels of the city and towards the agora.
With the stallion brushed to a high gleam of glossy black and his house's colours decked over his hind quarters, it wasn't hard to identify the man upon his back. Even whilst Vangelis did not wear his crown, nor the decadent toga and tunics of his station, Vangelis held himself as a prince. With the upbringing and training of a man with a mission and intent in life, he stat with a sharp posture and a powerful position in his seat. His weight was low in his hips, his shoulders drawn back and down. One of his hands rested on his reins, whilst the other sat placidly upon his thigh as he rode through the streets at a simple walk. Phobos dipped his head, shaking his mane in a manner that might suggest a disgust for the easy pace but Vangelis kept him controlled through the pressure in his legs and touch. He patted the animal's neck and rubbed at his shoulder.
When he arrived at the marketplace, Vangelis took the opportunity to dismount. He fastened the animal’s reins to a nearby post meant for the purpose and then strode out into the crowds of people that mingled around vendors and stalls of food. The scent of fresh fruit, roasting meats and newly baked bread filled the air. He had forgotten it was market day until he arrived. That explained the crowds and how everyone was more focused on filling baskets for their weekly goods than they were on whether a royal walked among them. Which suited Vangelis just fine.
In fact, it was more his height and the breadth of his shoulders that ensured people moved out of his way. Several stopped to stare, others muttered as to his identity and knew him to be Crown Prince Vangelis of Kotas. Others were just focused on getting out of his way so that his broad step and heavy gait wouldn't knock them flat.
Vangelis wasn't necessarily interested in the food and goods around him - though he had yet to eat a midday repast - and more simply with absorbing the noise and activity. The vitality of Colchis that he would fight for till his dying breath. He felt the heat in his muscles, the energy in his carriage, the open air in his lungs. He relished the opportunity to be one with his people for the first time in what felt like forever...
Vangelis was hardly the sort to meander and wile away his time in casual strolling about the agora. In the time he spent home on the Kirakles Isles, his schedule was so full of meetings, paperwork and duties that built over the time of his absence, that it was infrequently that he ever left his home. Normally an active man who enjoyed his workouts every morning, his rides every evening and his inspection of his troops each afternoon, Vangelis disliked the responsibilities that kept him cooped up in his estate whilst home. And there were random days that interrupted his obligations as baron, prince, head of house and general, and insisted that he took a moment to breathe the open air.
Today was just such a time.
With his work seen to in a manner that would risk delay for another day, Vangelis had closed away his word in the late morning and called for his horse to be readied. He now rode Phobos on a regular basis in the evenings - if only for a half hour in order to ensure that his mastery over the animal was complete and ready for the test of the oncoming battles ahead. This time, he took the creature down to the Lower Levels of the city and towards the agora.
With the stallion brushed to a high gleam of glossy black and his house's colours decked over his hind quarters, it wasn't hard to identify the man upon his back. Even whilst Vangelis did not wear his crown, nor the decadent toga and tunics of his station, Vangelis held himself as a prince. With the upbringing and training of a man with a mission and intent in life, he stat with a sharp posture and a powerful position in his seat. His weight was low in his hips, his shoulders drawn back and down. One of his hands rested on his reins, whilst the other sat placidly upon his thigh as he rode through the streets at a simple walk. Phobos dipped his head, shaking his mane in a manner that might suggest a disgust for the easy pace but Vangelis kept him controlled through the pressure in his legs and touch. He patted the animal's neck and rubbed at his shoulder.
When he arrived at the marketplace, Vangelis took the opportunity to dismount. He fastened the animal’s reins to a nearby post meant for the purpose and then strode out into the crowds of people that mingled around vendors and stalls of food. The scent of fresh fruit, roasting meats and newly baked bread filled the air. He had forgotten it was market day until he arrived. That explained the crowds and how everyone was more focused on filling baskets for their weekly goods than they were on whether a royal walked among them. Which suited Vangelis just fine.
In fact, it was more his height and the breadth of his shoulders that ensured people moved out of his way. Several stopped to stare, others muttered as to his identity and knew him to be Crown Prince Vangelis of Kotas. Others were just focused on getting out of his way so that his broad step and heavy gait wouldn't knock them flat.
Vangelis wasn't necessarily interested in the food and goods around him - though he had yet to eat a midday repast - and more simply with absorbing the noise and activity. The vitality of Colchis that he would fight for till his dying breath. He felt the heat in his muscles, the energy in his carriage, the open air in his lungs. He relished the opportunity to be one with his people for the first time in what felt like forever...
Market days were quickly becoming one of her favorite times within the city. After having spent more than a month within Colchian shores, Selene found herself enjoying the hustle and bustle of those with goods to sell. Now with her mother here, tending to sister and child, the blond was able to enjoy alone time that she had been hard-pressed to find. Since the announcement of her betrothal to their families had been announced, the presence of a guard was now her shadow. Pia had laughed at her initial discomfort, pointing to her own silent watchmen who kept his distance but made her feel safe.
If she would be Queen, Pia had reminded, she would have to get used to the idea of a guard with her at all times.
Still, she did not like his open discouragement of her attending the market. He seemed to think it was too busy for her, that she would be putting herself at risk in a way that was unnecessary. And she had quickly countered back that he was not worth his salt if he could not keep her safe in such a crowd. She knew she had pricked his pride, but it had achieved her goal. He had asked if she would wear a cloak, knowing that her bright blond locks would give away her identity. The young soldier had to know that she was already well-known here, but met him halfway with the brown piece on her shoulders over her deep turquoise dress.
She mended the fence by purchasing a sticky bun for the man as soon as they entered the market, which he happily devoured.
With her hair braided back, most people did not recognize her until she was face to face with them. But even with the soldier’s displeasure in her visit, Selene didn’t allow it to dampen her mood. And, as she had always done at home, there was no hesitation in how Selene spent her money. The fabric she had chosen, warm and thick wool dyed in a rich burgundy color, was purchased, settled into her basket. It would go to a seamstress she had discovered, to be turned into another cloak for the cold winters. She had chosen a clasp with gems dug from the mines, the deep rubies settled into the center of the intricate metal.
Rare autumn flowers were purchased for her mother. A comb purchased for Nana to try and mend their fences. Some may have thought that her purchases were frivolous, but she had always argued that the purpose didn’t matter to those who needed the money. And it was the simplest way for her to help without it out rightly being ‘helping.’ Selene was in the process of working with the leathersmith on new reigns for Asia’s horse (she had properly worn them out in her time here and would have to replace them) when the whisper of the prince’s presence in the market caught her ear.
Phobos was found first, apple given to the beast in her usual greeting (though there went her own meal), before she was able to find Vangelis in the crowd as well. He was impossible to miss, standing off to her left side. Pulling her hood down a bit lower, she weaved through the crowd until she was suddenly in front him. She dipped into a curtsy, hoping that she was throwing him off a little bit before she looked up at him, her bright gaze meeting his.
“Good day, Prince Vangelis.” She said softly, “I did not think you had time for market day.” With everything that was being planned for, it assumption had been one that was easy to make. Shifting her basket from one arm to the other, she pushed back her hood just enough so that he would be able to see her face more clearly.
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Market days were quickly becoming one of her favorite times within the city. After having spent more than a month within Colchian shores, Selene found herself enjoying the hustle and bustle of those with goods to sell. Now with her mother here, tending to sister and child, the blond was able to enjoy alone time that she had been hard-pressed to find. Since the announcement of her betrothal to their families had been announced, the presence of a guard was now her shadow. Pia had laughed at her initial discomfort, pointing to her own silent watchmen who kept his distance but made her feel safe.
If she would be Queen, Pia had reminded, she would have to get used to the idea of a guard with her at all times.
Still, she did not like his open discouragement of her attending the market. He seemed to think it was too busy for her, that she would be putting herself at risk in a way that was unnecessary. And she had quickly countered back that he was not worth his salt if he could not keep her safe in such a crowd. She knew she had pricked his pride, but it had achieved her goal. He had asked if she would wear a cloak, knowing that her bright blond locks would give away her identity. The young soldier had to know that she was already well-known here, but met him halfway with the brown piece on her shoulders over her deep turquoise dress.
She mended the fence by purchasing a sticky bun for the man as soon as they entered the market, which he happily devoured.
With her hair braided back, most people did not recognize her until she was face to face with them. But even with the soldier’s displeasure in her visit, Selene didn’t allow it to dampen her mood. And, as she had always done at home, there was no hesitation in how Selene spent her money. The fabric she had chosen, warm and thick wool dyed in a rich burgundy color, was purchased, settled into her basket. It would go to a seamstress she had discovered, to be turned into another cloak for the cold winters. She had chosen a clasp with gems dug from the mines, the deep rubies settled into the center of the intricate metal.
Rare autumn flowers were purchased for her mother. A comb purchased for Nana to try and mend their fences. Some may have thought that her purchases were frivolous, but she had always argued that the purpose didn’t matter to those who needed the money. And it was the simplest way for her to help without it out rightly being ‘helping.’ Selene was in the process of working with the leathersmith on new reigns for Asia’s horse (she had properly worn them out in her time here and would have to replace them) when the whisper of the prince’s presence in the market caught her ear.
Phobos was found first, apple given to the beast in her usual greeting (though there went her own meal), before she was able to find Vangelis in the crowd as well. He was impossible to miss, standing off to her left side. Pulling her hood down a bit lower, she weaved through the crowd until she was suddenly in front him. She dipped into a curtsy, hoping that she was throwing him off a little bit before she looked up at him, her bright gaze meeting his.
“Good day, Prince Vangelis.” She said softly, “I did not think you had time for market day.” With everything that was being planned for, it assumption had been one that was easy to make. Shifting her basket from one arm to the other, she pushed back her hood just enough so that he would be able to see her face more clearly.
Market days were quickly becoming one of her favorite times within the city. After having spent more than a month within Colchian shores, Selene found herself enjoying the hustle and bustle of those with goods to sell. Now with her mother here, tending to sister and child, the blond was able to enjoy alone time that she had been hard-pressed to find. Since the announcement of her betrothal to their families had been announced, the presence of a guard was now her shadow. Pia had laughed at her initial discomfort, pointing to her own silent watchmen who kept his distance but made her feel safe.
If she would be Queen, Pia had reminded, she would have to get used to the idea of a guard with her at all times.
Still, she did not like his open discouragement of her attending the market. He seemed to think it was too busy for her, that she would be putting herself at risk in a way that was unnecessary. And she had quickly countered back that he was not worth his salt if he could not keep her safe in such a crowd. She knew she had pricked his pride, but it had achieved her goal. He had asked if she would wear a cloak, knowing that her bright blond locks would give away her identity. The young soldier had to know that she was already well-known here, but met him halfway with the brown piece on her shoulders over her deep turquoise dress.
She mended the fence by purchasing a sticky bun for the man as soon as they entered the market, which he happily devoured.
With her hair braided back, most people did not recognize her until she was face to face with them. But even with the soldier’s displeasure in her visit, Selene didn’t allow it to dampen her mood. And, as she had always done at home, there was no hesitation in how Selene spent her money. The fabric she had chosen, warm and thick wool dyed in a rich burgundy color, was purchased, settled into her basket. It would go to a seamstress she had discovered, to be turned into another cloak for the cold winters. She had chosen a clasp with gems dug from the mines, the deep rubies settled into the center of the intricate metal.
Rare autumn flowers were purchased for her mother. A comb purchased for Nana to try and mend their fences. Some may have thought that her purchases were frivolous, but she had always argued that the purpose didn’t matter to those who needed the money. And it was the simplest way for her to help without it out rightly being ‘helping.’ Selene was in the process of working with the leathersmith on new reigns for Asia’s horse (she had properly worn them out in her time here and would have to replace them) when the whisper of the prince’s presence in the market caught her ear.
Phobos was found first, apple given to the beast in her usual greeting (though there went her own meal), before she was able to find Vangelis in the crowd as well. He was impossible to miss, standing off to her left side. Pulling her hood down a bit lower, she weaved through the crowd until she was suddenly in front him. She dipped into a curtsy, hoping that she was throwing him off a little bit before she looked up at him, her bright gaze meeting his.
“Good day, Prince Vangelis.” She said softly, “I did not think you had time for market day.” With everything that was being planned for, it assumption had been one that was easy to make. Shifting her basket from one arm to the other, she pushed back her hood just enough so that he would be able to see her face more clearly.
Vangelis did not see Selene approach at first. The woman was not tiny but she was far shorter than those Vangelis associated with on a daily basis; soldiers and the like. He was used to the powerful stride of a messenger or a subordinate commanding officer approaching him with some message or other. It was that sort of purpose that caught his attention.
What snagged his notice in regards to his intended, was the brightness of her hair. Whilst there were several blonde individuals in Colchis - his aunt's side of his own family a prime example - there was definitely a significant ratio in favour of dark hair on the Kirakles Isles. The people of Colchis were often dark of skin, weathered of skin and wore the tans and browns of woven linen and leather tunics. In a moment when Selene turned her head to survey the crowd, her hood had shifted and offered a strip of the lightest of hair. So blonde and conditioned by fair treatment and royal attentions, it shone white under the sunshine and called his attention to the figure that now approached him.
For a moment, he had lost her, as she had pulled her hood lower and hidden the bright badge of her pale skin and light tresses. But he was quick to find her again once she was a few feet from his own position. He had only enough time to turn around and face the presented female, before she was standing with him, toe to toe.
She curtseyed to him and made the corner of his lips curl upwards into an amused half smile and then greeted with him great respect. It was as if they had not recently agreed their engagement to be married.
Unsure what sort of game she was playing or if he was supposed to be performing his own role in such an arrangement, Vangelis doubted his social skills for the thousandth time in her company. For a man who could read an army, a tactical movement in a thousand men... why did he find it so challenging to read the mind of a single woman?
Looking out over the heads of the Colchians that had swarmed into the market place that day, Vangelis offered a soft expression when he turned back to his betrothed. It wasn't affectionate, nor tender, but it was less carved from granite than he might normally have made it.
"And you'd be right." He agreed with her, over whether or not he had time to attend the market. Normally, he had no such freedom. And didn't even have the liberty of such things today. The only difference was that witnessing his people had become a higher priority than the duties that would otherwise occupy his hours. "Yet, it holds its own value."
His brows rose as he nudged his brow towards the crowds of people, his shift an illustration of his next words. "I find it important to remind myself of why I so rarely get to see it..." His brows lowered and his lips turned downwards. He appeared discontent. "...and why duties that keep me away are so crucial."
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Vangelis did not see Selene approach at first. The woman was not tiny but she was far shorter than those Vangelis associated with on a daily basis; soldiers and the like. He was used to the powerful stride of a messenger or a subordinate commanding officer approaching him with some message or other. It was that sort of purpose that caught his attention.
What snagged his notice in regards to his intended, was the brightness of her hair. Whilst there were several blonde individuals in Colchis - his aunt's side of his own family a prime example - there was definitely a significant ratio in favour of dark hair on the Kirakles Isles. The people of Colchis were often dark of skin, weathered of skin and wore the tans and browns of woven linen and leather tunics. In a moment when Selene turned her head to survey the crowd, her hood had shifted and offered a strip of the lightest of hair. So blonde and conditioned by fair treatment and royal attentions, it shone white under the sunshine and called his attention to the figure that now approached him.
For a moment, he had lost her, as she had pulled her hood lower and hidden the bright badge of her pale skin and light tresses. But he was quick to find her again once she was a few feet from his own position. He had only enough time to turn around and face the presented female, before she was standing with him, toe to toe.
She curtseyed to him and made the corner of his lips curl upwards into an amused half smile and then greeted with him great respect. It was as if they had not recently agreed their engagement to be married.
Unsure what sort of game she was playing or if he was supposed to be performing his own role in such an arrangement, Vangelis doubted his social skills for the thousandth time in her company. For a man who could read an army, a tactical movement in a thousand men... why did he find it so challenging to read the mind of a single woman?
Looking out over the heads of the Colchians that had swarmed into the market place that day, Vangelis offered a soft expression when he turned back to his betrothed. It wasn't affectionate, nor tender, but it was less carved from granite than he might normally have made it.
"And you'd be right." He agreed with her, over whether or not he had time to attend the market. Normally, he had no such freedom. And didn't even have the liberty of such things today. The only difference was that witnessing his people had become a higher priority than the duties that would otherwise occupy his hours. "Yet, it holds its own value."
His brows rose as he nudged his brow towards the crowds of people, his shift an illustration of his next words. "I find it important to remind myself of why I so rarely get to see it..." His brows lowered and his lips turned downwards. He appeared discontent. "...and why duties that keep me away are so crucial."
Vangelis did not see Selene approach at first. The woman was not tiny but she was far shorter than those Vangelis associated with on a daily basis; soldiers and the like. He was used to the powerful stride of a messenger or a subordinate commanding officer approaching him with some message or other. It was that sort of purpose that caught his attention.
What snagged his notice in regards to his intended, was the brightness of her hair. Whilst there were several blonde individuals in Colchis - his aunt's side of his own family a prime example - there was definitely a significant ratio in favour of dark hair on the Kirakles Isles. The people of Colchis were often dark of skin, weathered of skin and wore the tans and browns of woven linen and leather tunics. In a moment when Selene turned her head to survey the crowd, her hood had shifted and offered a strip of the lightest of hair. So blonde and conditioned by fair treatment and royal attentions, it shone white under the sunshine and called his attention to the figure that now approached him.
For a moment, he had lost her, as she had pulled her hood lower and hidden the bright badge of her pale skin and light tresses. But he was quick to find her again once she was a few feet from his own position. He had only enough time to turn around and face the presented female, before she was standing with him, toe to toe.
She curtseyed to him and made the corner of his lips curl upwards into an amused half smile and then greeted with him great respect. It was as if they had not recently agreed their engagement to be married.
Unsure what sort of game she was playing or if he was supposed to be performing his own role in such an arrangement, Vangelis doubted his social skills for the thousandth time in her company. For a man who could read an army, a tactical movement in a thousand men... why did he find it so challenging to read the mind of a single woman?
Looking out over the heads of the Colchians that had swarmed into the market place that day, Vangelis offered a soft expression when he turned back to his betrothed. It wasn't affectionate, nor tender, but it was less carved from granite than he might normally have made it.
"And you'd be right." He agreed with her, over whether or not he had time to attend the market. Normally, he had no such freedom. And didn't even have the liberty of such things today. The only difference was that witnessing his people had become a higher priority than the duties that would otherwise occupy his hours. "Yet, it holds its own value."
His brows rose as he nudged his brow towards the crowds of people, his shift an illustration of his next words. "I find it important to remind myself of why I so rarely get to see it..." His brows lowered and his lips turned downwards. He appeared discontent. "...and why duties that keep me away are so crucial."
There was something about spending as much time as she had in his company. It wasn’t just that she was learning his mannerisms, but also the subtle hints of mood on his face. There was the slight turn of his head as she first stepped forward, trying to figure out just who was approaching him. A subtle upturn of the corners of his eyes as he recognized her face, a bit of posture adjustment as she greeted him. Everything about his stance proved to her that he was not at all opposed to her company.
She was happy that these small, impromptu meetings seemed to keep happening around them. It was as if the Gods wanted to give them every moment together before he was to leave, and she was grateful for it. He had been realistic with her about how long he would be gone for, which meant that their chances to build a relationship would be put on hold. They would have their letters, of course, but that hardly seemed like enough.
Her eyes drifted around the market, taking in the hustle and bustle that he had grown up with. Perhaps that was part of the reason she enjoyed the market as much as she did-- no matter the city, or the people, or the culture the need for goods was always the same. There was electricity she was drawn to here, and she could not help but spread the gold around that she carried. With her own secret smile, she leaned in, her voice just above the underlying roar of the people, “I am not sure how you wish to address our arrangement in public, my prince.”
There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she met his own, “Whilst I might wish to press a kiss to your cheek in greeting, I do not wish to portray an image that has not been formally agreed up. Instead, I shall follow your lead.” Selene brushed her braid over her shoulder, allowing him to set their demeanor in public. She knew that she needed to trust him and his knowledge on his own people to set her own reaction.
She was quiet for a moment, unable to deny how much she appreciated what he said. There certainly was power in his statement, in his desire to focus on the need of the people versus his own desires. And for anyone who could not see what a good and just man he was, she would challenge them with this statement. Everything that he did, every thought he had was for them-- and he was ready to selflessly give his life so that market days like these could go uninterrupted.
It humbled her a bit.
Swallowing down the emotions that came with it, she instead focused on the idea of making this moment on that he might think fondly of. “Would you like some company?” She asked plainly, hoping that he would. “I find myself wanting to learn the kingdom as you see it. Perhaps you might show me where you prefer to go? If you get so little time, you must have destinations that you insist on visiting when you get the chance.” There was a hope that it wasn’t too personal of a request. But the idea of them spending a rare moment together was too enticing to pass up.
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There was something about spending as much time as she had in his company. It wasn’t just that she was learning his mannerisms, but also the subtle hints of mood on his face. There was the slight turn of his head as she first stepped forward, trying to figure out just who was approaching him. A subtle upturn of the corners of his eyes as he recognized her face, a bit of posture adjustment as she greeted him. Everything about his stance proved to her that he was not at all opposed to her company.
She was happy that these small, impromptu meetings seemed to keep happening around them. It was as if the Gods wanted to give them every moment together before he was to leave, and she was grateful for it. He had been realistic with her about how long he would be gone for, which meant that their chances to build a relationship would be put on hold. They would have their letters, of course, but that hardly seemed like enough.
Her eyes drifted around the market, taking in the hustle and bustle that he had grown up with. Perhaps that was part of the reason she enjoyed the market as much as she did-- no matter the city, or the people, or the culture the need for goods was always the same. There was electricity she was drawn to here, and she could not help but spread the gold around that she carried. With her own secret smile, she leaned in, her voice just above the underlying roar of the people, “I am not sure how you wish to address our arrangement in public, my prince.”
There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she met his own, “Whilst I might wish to press a kiss to your cheek in greeting, I do not wish to portray an image that has not been formally agreed up. Instead, I shall follow your lead.” Selene brushed her braid over her shoulder, allowing him to set their demeanor in public. She knew that she needed to trust him and his knowledge on his own people to set her own reaction.
She was quiet for a moment, unable to deny how much she appreciated what he said. There certainly was power in his statement, in his desire to focus on the need of the people versus his own desires. And for anyone who could not see what a good and just man he was, she would challenge them with this statement. Everything that he did, every thought he had was for them-- and he was ready to selflessly give his life so that market days like these could go uninterrupted.
It humbled her a bit.
Swallowing down the emotions that came with it, she instead focused on the idea of making this moment on that he might think fondly of. “Would you like some company?” She asked plainly, hoping that he would. “I find myself wanting to learn the kingdom as you see it. Perhaps you might show me where you prefer to go? If you get so little time, you must have destinations that you insist on visiting when you get the chance.” There was a hope that it wasn’t too personal of a request. But the idea of them spending a rare moment together was too enticing to pass up.
There was something about spending as much time as she had in his company. It wasn’t just that she was learning his mannerisms, but also the subtle hints of mood on his face. There was the slight turn of his head as she first stepped forward, trying to figure out just who was approaching him. A subtle upturn of the corners of his eyes as he recognized her face, a bit of posture adjustment as she greeted him. Everything about his stance proved to her that he was not at all opposed to her company.
She was happy that these small, impromptu meetings seemed to keep happening around them. It was as if the Gods wanted to give them every moment together before he was to leave, and she was grateful for it. He had been realistic with her about how long he would be gone for, which meant that their chances to build a relationship would be put on hold. They would have their letters, of course, but that hardly seemed like enough.
Her eyes drifted around the market, taking in the hustle and bustle that he had grown up with. Perhaps that was part of the reason she enjoyed the market as much as she did-- no matter the city, or the people, or the culture the need for goods was always the same. There was electricity she was drawn to here, and she could not help but spread the gold around that she carried. With her own secret smile, she leaned in, her voice just above the underlying roar of the people, “I am not sure how you wish to address our arrangement in public, my prince.”
There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she met his own, “Whilst I might wish to press a kiss to your cheek in greeting, I do not wish to portray an image that has not been formally agreed up. Instead, I shall follow your lead.” Selene brushed her braid over her shoulder, allowing him to set their demeanor in public. She knew that she needed to trust him and his knowledge on his own people to set her own reaction.
She was quiet for a moment, unable to deny how much she appreciated what he said. There certainly was power in his statement, in his desire to focus on the need of the people versus his own desires. And for anyone who could not see what a good and just man he was, she would challenge them with this statement. Everything that he did, every thought he had was for them-- and he was ready to selflessly give his life so that market days like these could go uninterrupted.
It humbled her a bit.
Swallowing down the emotions that came with it, she instead focused on the idea of making this moment on that he might think fondly of. “Would you like some company?” She asked plainly, hoping that he would. “I find myself wanting to learn the kingdom as you see it. Perhaps you might show me where you prefer to go? If you get so little time, you must have destinations that you insist on visiting when you get the chance.” There was a hope that it wasn’t too personal of a request. But the idea of them spending a rare moment together was too enticing to pass up.
Vangelis was content to listen to Selene's interpretation of his words, her face offering a sense of understanding. He knew that she could not fully comprehend what it might mean to be a soldier, so far away from home, and witnessing the horrors of war. But she would comprehend the idea of duty over personal indulgence. A woman of her standing was forced to behave a certain way, to expect certain outcomes in their own lives. Athanasia was struggling with that concept now, as she grew, and having to recognised that there was more to her life than her own personal will. Selene appeared to have grown into that realisation naturally and without struggle. It spoke of a selflessness that was part of the reason he had been assured of his choice of bride. For a Queen could not be selfish.
When she spoke of how she was uncertain how to address him and if he might wish for her company along the way, Vangelis saw to solutions for each in a single gesture. Holding out his arm, the gap beneath an invitation for her to link with him, Vangelis encouraged the idea of her company with him now. He held no aversion to Selene being with him as he wandered the streets and he could permit the moment of connection that would be drawn from their escorting one another. It was the same gesture that Vangelis might offer to any noble lady that was without personal guards or servants. He was a man in her proximity who was offering her a means of travel safely at his side. There would be little gossip to be had from it.
Whilst the comment about kissing his cheek was one that set Vangelis' social nerves on edge, he was perfectly content to link arms with his intended and stroll the market place with her. Provided he could successfully shorten his strides. Not used to the idea of public displays of affection and courtship, Vangelis wasn't certain if this was the best option to offer her but, given his rare appearance in public, it was a gesture of sorts for the unique place she held in his life.
Once they were walking together and she spoke of places that he might wish to show her, Vangelis glanced down at her profile. He liked the way that her eyes took to the crowds and assessed the people, looked to their livelihoods as if they were the most curious thing in the world to her. He liked that she took such an eager and avid interest in the Colchian way of life. It would serve her well if she was to win over his people. For the Colchians were a loyal breed to their Kotas rulers but they also had independent minds of their own and a stubborn streak a mile wide. If they were to disfavour their Queen, she would know of it. And with Vangelis' continuing absences from the shores of his land, she needed to be able to command authority in his stead.
"I fear I'll be a poor guide to my nation." He told her, honestly, as he looked about at the traders and sellers who paid them little mind barring a few second glances. Most, Vangelis assumed, were presuming him to be a man that appeared like the crown prince, rather than the mysterious Stone Prince himself, who rarely stepped into public unless it was a grand celebration. "It has been many years since I have spent more than a few months here at any given time. I know only the places that I used to go as a child..."
And he couldn't suppose that she would be interested in such haunts. Or if they were even still there. It had been nearly thirty years ago, after all.
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Vangelis was content to listen to Selene's interpretation of his words, her face offering a sense of understanding. He knew that she could not fully comprehend what it might mean to be a soldier, so far away from home, and witnessing the horrors of war. But she would comprehend the idea of duty over personal indulgence. A woman of her standing was forced to behave a certain way, to expect certain outcomes in their own lives. Athanasia was struggling with that concept now, as she grew, and having to recognised that there was more to her life than her own personal will. Selene appeared to have grown into that realisation naturally and without struggle. It spoke of a selflessness that was part of the reason he had been assured of his choice of bride. For a Queen could not be selfish.
When she spoke of how she was uncertain how to address him and if he might wish for her company along the way, Vangelis saw to solutions for each in a single gesture. Holding out his arm, the gap beneath an invitation for her to link with him, Vangelis encouraged the idea of her company with him now. He held no aversion to Selene being with him as he wandered the streets and he could permit the moment of connection that would be drawn from their escorting one another. It was the same gesture that Vangelis might offer to any noble lady that was without personal guards or servants. He was a man in her proximity who was offering her a means of travel safely at his side. There would be little gossip to be had from it.
Whilst the comment about kissing his cheek was one that set Vangelis' social nerves on edge, he was perfectly content to link arms with his intended and stroll the market place with her. Provided he could successfully shorten his strides. Not used to the idea of public displays of affection and courtship, Vangelis wasn't certain if this was the best option to offer her but, given his rare appearance in public, it was a gesture of sorts for the unique place she held in his life.
Once they were walking together and she spoke of places that he might wish to show her, Vangelis glanced down at her profile. He liked the way that her eyes took to the crowds and assessed the people, looked to their livelihoods as if they were the most curious thing in the world to her. He liked that she took such an eager and avid interest in the Colchian way of life. It would serve her well if she was to win over his people. For the Colchians were a loyal breed to their Kotas rulers but they also had independent minds of their own and a stubborn streak a mile wide. If they were to disfavour their Queen, she would know of it. And with Vangelis' continuing absences from the shores of his land, she needed to be able to command authority in his stead.
"I fear I'll be a poor guide to my nation." He told her, honestly, as he looked about at the traders and sellers who paid them little mind barring a few second glances. Most, Vangelis assumed, were presuming him to be a man that appeared like the crown prince, rather than the mysterious Stone Prince himself, who rarely stepped into public unless it was a grand celebration. "It has been many years since I have spent more than a few months here at any given time. I know only the places that I used to go as a child..."
And he couldn't suppose that she would be interested in such haunts. Or if they were even still there. It had been nearly thirty years ago, after all.
Vangelis was content to listen to Selene's interpretation of his words, her face offering a sense of understanding. He knew that she could not fully comprehend what it might mean to be a soldier, so far away from home, and witnessing the horrors of war. But she would comprehend the idea of duty over personal indulgence. A woman of her standing was forced to behave a certain way, to expect certain outcomes in their own lives. Athanasia was struggling with that concept now, as she grew, and having to recognised that there was more to her life than her own personal will. Selene appeared to have grown into that realisation naturally and without struggle. It spoke of a selflessness that was part of the reason he had been assured of his choice of bride. For a Queen could not be selfish.
When she spoke of how she was uncertain how to address him and if he might wish for her company along the way, Vangelis saw to solutions for each in a single gesture. Holding out his arm, the gap beneath an invitation for her to link with him, Vangelis encouraged the idea of her company with him now. He held no aversion to Selene being with him as he wandered the streets and he could permit the moment of connection that would be drawn from their escorting one another. It was the same gesture that Vangelis might offer to any noble lady that was without personal guards or servants. He was a man in her proximity who was offering her a means of travel safely at his side. There would be little gossip to be had from it.
Whilst the comment about kissing his cheek was one that set Vangelis' social nerves on edge, he was perfectly content to link arms with his intended and stroll the market place with her. Provided he could successfully shorten his strides. Not used to the idea of public displays of affection and courtship, Vangelis wasn't certain if this was the best option to offer her but, given his rare appearance in public, it was a gesture of sorts for the unique place she held in his life.
Once they were walking together and she spoke of places that he might wish to show her, Vangelis glanced down at her profile. He liked the way that her eyes took to the crowds and assessed the people, looked to their livelihoods as if they were the most curious thing in the world to her. He liked that she took such an eager and avid interest in the Colchian way of life. It would serve her well if she was to win over his people. For the Colchians were a loyal breed to their Kotas rulers but they also had independent minds of their own and a stubborn streak a mile wide. If they were to disfavour their Queen, she would know of it. And with Vangelis' continuing absences from the shores of his land, she needed to be able to command authority in his stead.
"I fear I'll be a poor guide to my nation." He told her, honestly, as he looked about at the traders and sellers who paid them little mind barring a few second glances. Most, Vangelis assumed, were presuming him to be a man that appeared like the crown prince, rather than the mysterious Stone Prince himself, who rarely stepped into public unless it was a grand celebration. "It has been many years since I have spent more than a few months here at any given time. I know only the places that I used to go as a child..."
And he couldn't suppose that she would be interested in such haunts. Or if they were even still there. It had been nearly thirty years ago, after all.
She shouldn’t have been surprised when he offered his arm for her, not with everything she knew about him. He had always been a man of kindness, one who may not have known the proper etiquette at all times, but did his best. It was a simple thing for him to do, to hold out his arm so that they could spend their time in the market together. There was a happiness in her heart, knowing that he wished to linger a bit with her.
So she slipped her arm through his, hand resting flat on his forearm. There was a moment where she let her fingertips brush against the tan skin, dancing across the smooth firm skin. She enjoyed how relaxed his arm was, how at ease he seemed with her. Could this be their life? Rare days where the two of them could sneak away and just be Selene and Vangelis? Would they have these moments where they could be husband and wife and not King and Queen? Visions of herself convincing him to sneak out with her, low cloaks over their faces. The idea was one that gave her hope.
Life in Colchis would be happy, she was sure.
There was a slight discomfort from him at the idea of her kissing him in public, but she didn’t linger on it. There was time for him to get used to the idea of small gestures of intimacy, she was sure.
Selene was glad to see that there was no hurry in his pace. There was the looming pressure of their last moments, that everything from here on out would be rushed. There would be a goodbye, where she would stand with his family and say goodbye to the men. It would certainly clue people in on her intentions, on why she was staying and why she was up with the family. Her remaining on Colchian shores would be quietly proclaiming their engagement. It was not official, but it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone when it was. A part of her wondered how it would work, if it would wait until he was home. Or if it would be announced as soon as the received word from Fotios.
Either way, she was excited for the future.
She would have liked to say that she was surprised that Vangelis wasn’t as familiar with the market of his kingdom as he once had been. But that would have been lying-- of course he hadn’t had a chance to do anything as selfish as that. Responsibility wouldn’t have allowed it, and he wouldn’t have done anything outside the expectations. “That is a shame. Look how excited they are to see you.” She nodded towards the nearest vendor-- a man roasting sticks of lamb. His eyes were bright as he quickly bowed his head in respect, smiling as he looked back up. “It is easy to see how they love you, the family.” Her eyes drifted to one across the way, to a family selling fruit. The boy puffed his chest, trying to appear far larger than he was.
“A future soldier.” She said, giving the little one a smile as they walked. “It is humbling to see their faith in you.” Selene was even more assured in her choice-- he would be a good husband. And a great king.
“I do not feel so disadvantaged then.” Her voice was light with a tease, “I had brought an apple for my midday meal, but it seems your horse expected it and stole it from my basket. Perhaps we can start with a small snack as we walk. I have to get back to the leathersmith as well-- I wore a hole in your sister’s reins and he is almost done with the replacement, but my main purpose is all but complete.” Shaking her basket, the sound of coins clinking together was soft and separated-- her purse was all but empty.
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She shouldn’t have been surprised when he offered his arm for her, not with everything she knew about him. He had always been a man of kindness, one who may not have known the proper etiquette at all times, but did his best. It was a simple thing for him to do, to hold out his arm so that they could spend their time in the market together. There was a happiness in her heart, knowing that he wished to linger a bit with her.
So she slipped her arm through his, hand resting flat on his forearm. There was a moment where she let her fingertips brush against the tan skin, dancing across the smooth firm skin. She enjoyed how relaxed his arm was, how at ease he seemed with her. Could this be their life? Rare days where the two of them could sneak away and just be Selene and Vangelis? Would they have these moments where they could be husband and wife and not King and Queen? Visions of herself convincing him to sneak out with her, low cloaks over their faces. The idea was one that gave her hope.
Life in Colchis would be happy, she was sure.
There was a slight discomfort from him at the idea of her kissing him in public, but she didn’t linger on it. There was time for him to get used to the idea of small gestures of intimacy, she was sure.
Selene was glad to see that there was no hurry in his pace. There was the looming pressure of their last moments, that everything from here on out would be rushed. There would be a goodbye, where she would stand with his family and say goodbye to the men. It would certainly clue people in on her intentions, on why she was staying and why she was up with the family. Her remaining on Colchian shores would be quietly proclaiming their engagement. It was not official, but it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone when it was. A part of her wondered how it would work, if it would wait until he was home. Or if it would be announced as soon as the received word from Fotios.
Either way, she was excited for the future.
She would have liked to say that she was surprised that Vangelis wasn’t as familiar with the market of his kingdom as he once had been. But that would have been lying-- of course he hadn’t had a chance to do anything as selfish as that. Responsibility wouldn’t have allowed it, and he wouldn’t have done anything outside the expectations. “That is a shame. Look how excited they are to see you.” She nodded towards the nearest vendor-- a man roasting sticks of lamb. His eyes were bright as he quickly bowed his head in respect, smiling as he looked back up. “It is easy to see how they love you, the family.” Her eyes drifted to one across the way, to a family selling fruit. The boy puffed his chest, trying to appear far larger than he was.
“A future soldier.” She said, giving the little one a smile as they walked. “It is humbling to see their faith in you.” Selene was even more assured in her choice-- he would be a good husband. And a great king.
“I do not feel so disadvantaged then.” Her voice was light with a tease, “I had brought an apple for my midday meal, but it seems your horse expected it and stole it from my basket. Perhaps we can start with a small snack as we walk. I have to get back to the leathersmith as well-- I wore a hole in your sister’s reins and he is almost done with the replacement, but my main purpose is all but complete.” Shaking her basket, the sound of coins clinking together was soft and separated-- her purse was all but empty.
She shouldn’t have been surprised when he offered his arm for her, not with everything she knew about him. He had always been a man of kindness, one who may not have known the proper etiquette at all times, but did his best. It was a simple thing for him to do, to hold out his arm so that they could spend their time in the market together. There was a happiness in her heart, knowing that he wished to linger a bit with her.
So she slipped her arm through his, hand resting flat on his forearm. There was a moment where she let her fingertips brush against the tan skin, dancing across the smooth firm skin. She enjoyed how relaxed his arm was, how at ease he seemed with her. Could this be their life? Rare days where the two of them could sneak away and just be Selene and Vangelis? Would they have these moments where they could be husband and wife and not King and Queen? Visions of herself convincing him to sneak out with her, low cloaks over their faces. The idea was one that gave her hope.
Life in Colchis would be happy, she was sure.
There was a slight discomfort from him at the idea of her kissing him in public, but she didn’t linger on it. There was time for him to get used to the idea of small gestures of intimacy, she was sure.
Selene was glad to see that there was no hurry in his pace. There was the looming pressure of their last moments, that everything from here on out would be rushed. There would be a goodbye, where she would stand with his family and say goodbye to the men. It would certainly clue people in on her intentions, on why she was staying and why she was up with the family. Her remaining on Colchian shores would be quietly proclaiming their engagement. It was not official, but it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone when it was. A part of her wondered how it would work, if it would wait until he was home. Or if it would be announced as soon as the received word from Fotios.
Either way, she was excited for the future.
She would have liked to say that she was surprised that Vangelis wasn’t as familiar with the market of his kingdom as he once had been. But that would have been lying-- of course he hadn’t had a chance to do anything as selfish as that. Responsibility wouldn’t have allowed it, and he wouldn’t have done anything outside the expectations. “That is a shame. Look how excited they are to see you.” She nodded towards the nearest vendor-- a man roasting sticks of lamb. His eyes were bright as he quickly bowed his head in respect, smiling as he looked back up. “It is easy to see how they love you, the family.” Her eyes drifted to one across the way, to a family selling fruit. The boy puffed his chest, trying to appear far larger than he was.
“A future soldier.” She said, giving the little one a smile as they walked. “It is humbling to see their faith in you.” Selene was even more assured in her choice-- he would be a good husband. And a great king.
“I do not feel so disadvantaged then.” Her voice was light with a tease, “I had brought an apple for my midday meal, but it seems your horse expected it and stole it from my basket. Perhaps we can start with a small snack as we walk. I have to get back to the leathersmith as well-- I wore a hole in your sister’s reins and he is almost done with the replacement, but my main purpose is all but complete.” Shaking her basket, the sound of coins clinking together was soft and separated-- her purse was all but empty.
It was curious to Vangelis how Selene saw the reactions of the people. As they wandered through the marketplace, she witnessed the elements that he did not. She saw the shine in the vendor's eyes and the way he bowed quickly. She saw the little boy with his puffed out chest, trying to appear strong before a man he could identify as a prince of the realm. Instead, Vangelis noticed the way that the women seemed to smile politely but a little nervously. How the vendor in question had had shaking hands as he had bowed. He spotted the way that a few children up ahead quickly held onto their pig gut ball and held it so that it wouldn't bounce into his path or force them towards him.
Selene saw respect and love. Vangelis saw fear.
But then, he accepted that. Part of his success in ruling his kingdom and keeping it safe was his reputation as the Blood General. Were he to play nice and cause smiles and cheers as he walked around his capitol and there was a general feeling and reputation of him as a nice person, an easy and weak individual, the battles and wars that he waged would take far longer, his enemies imbued with the confidence to continue fighting because they believed themselves to be against a man of fine principle and weak strength. By casting himself as a villain, Vangelis shook the assurance of his enemies, weakened their front lines and brought about peace talks with a greater speed - sometimes before the combat had even started.
He would take a limited loss of life over friendly smiles any day.
"I'm not sure I would call it 'excited'..." Vangelis hedged, his tone low and more for her than anyone else. "The House of Kotas has many decades of respect from its people because we have served them loyally in return. I'll accept the faith along with the reputation that I come with if they can continue that love for the Kotas shield."
Vangelis smiled a little when Selene mentioned her now incapcitated lunch.
"I apologise for my horse's greed." He told her, glancing around at the vendors near them. There were roasted vegetables, meats, fresh fruits, fish, breads, herbs and spices. There was even a vendor heating water over a private fire behind their stall and sweetening it with honey before selling it by the cup. Customers collected around his stall until finished and then returned the wooden cups.
Vangelis gestured to all of it with a simple wave of his hand.
"Choose what you wish at my cost and we'll return to this leathersmith for the bridle, for you. I have no other duties until the evening repast."
Not a particularly social man by nature, Vangelis at least wished to ensure that Selene completed her tasks for the day.
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It was curious to Vangelis how Selene saw the reactions of the people. As they wandered through the marketplace, she witnessed the elements that he did not. She saw the shine in the vendor's eyes and the way he bowed quickly. She saw the little boy with his puffed out chest, trying to appear strong before a man he could identify as a prince of the realm. Instead, Vangelis noticed the way that the women seemed to smile politely but a little nervously. How the vendor in question had had shaking hands as he had bowed. He spotted the way that a few children up ahead quickly held onto their pig gut ball and held it so that it wouldn't bounce into his path or force them towards him.
Selene saw respect and love. Vangelis saw fear.
But then, he accepted that. Part of his success in ruling his kingdom and keeping it safe was his reputation as the Blood General. Were he to play nice and cause smiles and cheers as he walked around his capitol and there was a general feeling and reputation of him as a nice person, an easy and weak individual, the battles and wars that he waged would take far longer, his enemies imbued with the confidence to continue fighting because they believed themselves to be against a man of fine principle and weak strength. By casting himself as a villain, Vangelis shook the assurance of his enemies, weakened their front lines and brought about peace talks with a greater speed - sometimes before the combat had even started.
He would take a limited loss of life over friendly smiles any day.
"I'm not sure I would call it 'excited'..." Vangelis hedged, his tone low and more for her than anyone else. "The House of Kotas has many decades of respect from its people because we have served them loyally in return. I'll accept the faith along with the reputation that I come with if they can continue that love for the Kotas shield."
Vangelis smiled a little when Selene mentioned her now incapcitated lunch.
"I apologise for my horse's greed." He told her, glancing around at the vendors near them. There were roasted vegetables, meats, fresh fruits, fish, breads, herbs and spices. There was even a vendor heating water over a private fire behind their stall and sweetening it with honey before selling it by the cup. Customers collected around his stall until finished and then returned the wooden cups.
Vangelis gestured to all of it with a simple wave of his hand.
"Choose what you wish at my cost and we'll return to this leathersmith for the bridle, for you. I have no other duties until the evening repast."
Not a particularly social man by nature, Vangelis at least wished to ensure that Selene completed her tasks for the day.
It was curious to Vangelis how Selene saw the reactions of the people. As they wandered through the marketplace, she witnessed the elements that he did not. She saw the shine in the vendor's eyes and the way he bowed quickly. She saw the little boy with his puffed out chest, trying to appear strong before a man he could identify as a prince of the realm. Instead, Vangelis noticed the way that the women seemed to smile politely but a little nervously. How the vendor in question had had shaking hands as he had bowed. He spotted the way that a few children up ahead quickly held onto their pig gut ball and held it so that it wouldn't bounce into his path or force them towards him.
Selene saw respect and love. Vangelis saw fear.
But then, he accepted that. Part of his success in ruling his kingdom and keeping it safe was his reputation as the Blood General. Were he to play nice and cause smiles and cheers as he walked around his capitol and there was a general feeling and reputation of him as a nice person, an easy and weak individual, the battles and wars that he waged would take far longer, his enemies imbued with the confidence to continue fighting because they believed themselves to be against a man of fine principle and weak strength. By casting himself as a villain, Vangelis shook the assurance of his enemies, weakened their front lines and brought about peace talks with a greater speed - sometimes before the combat had even started.
He would take a limited loss of life over friendly smiles any day.
"I'm not sure I would call it 'excited'..." Vangelis hedged, his tone low and more for her than anyone else. "The House of Kotas has many decades of respect from its people because we have served them loyally in return. I'll accept the faith along with the reputation that I come with if they can continue that love for the Kotas shield."
Vangelis smiled a little when Selene mentioned her now incapcitated lunch.
"I apologise for my horse's greed." He told her, glancing around at the vendors near them. There were roasted vegetables, meats, fresh fruits, fish, breads, herbs and spices. There was even a vendor heating water over a private fire behind their stall and sweetening it with honey before selling it by the cup. Customers collected around his stall until finished and then returned the wooden cups.
Vangelis gestured to all of it with a simple wave of his hand.
"Choose what you wish at my cost and we'll return to this leathersmith for the bridle, for you. I have no other duties until the evening repast."
Not a particularly social man by nature, Vangelis at least wished to ensure that Selene completed her tasks for the day.
There was an optimism that she lived off of. Selene had always believed in letting a person’s actions speak louder than their reputation. In court, gossip moved at a pace that was hard to keep up with. Her own social circle was limited to those she really trusted, protective of herself and any rumors that may exist around herself. She let rumors around herself fly as they might, because she had no reason to try and change the opinions of others.
Her motto was simple-- she let people shape her perception. While most rumors were rooted in some sort of truth, Selene wanted to see the proof in them. She formed her own opinions and believed that her actions always spoke louder than words. And she hoped that others viewed her in the same way. So for Vangelis, the rumors that surrounded ‘the Stone General’ effected Selene very little. She hadn’t cared that people were scared of him-- he was a man and he deserved to allow the opportunity to be something other than his reputation.
Perhaps it was something that she simply wished others would do for her as well. She was rumored to be simply after a throne, with little care for anyone on the way there. Whispers of her jumping from one prince to another simply for the hope of a crown. And the rumors of her own ambitions may have colored the perception of Vangelis. But instead, it appeared that he felt the same way. So, in her eyes, the people saw him as she saw him.
But no matter their perceptions of the people, the idea was the same-- they respected him, and appreciated his sacrifices.
Selene hoped that she could gain their respect, too. The last thing she wanted was to ruin the good name of the Kotas clan, and she hoped that one day they would look at her in the same way as they did Yanni.
She giggled a bit, “I may have trained him to expect them.” With all her time spent in the stables, it was hard to avoid him. She knew that she should have left him alone, but it was hard not to spoil the horse she cared for. “While it is not necessary, I will not turn down the chance to spend the time with you.” Selene moved a little closer to him, happy for the rare chance to be with him. “What would you recommend?” She asked him, wondering if he had a preference. She usually found herself drawn to the bakers, finishing her duties before her midday meal. “I find myself interested in trying something new.”
It would be nice to have this moment for her to look back on, to remember this side of him. How long would it be before they could spend a moment like this together again? How long would she have to be without him? “The preparation for the departure has changed the tone of the market. Is it always like this?”
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There was an optimism that she lived off of. Selene had always believed in letting a person’s actions speak louder than their reputation. In court, gossip moved at a pace that was hard to keep up with. Her own social circle was limited to those she really trusted, protective of herself and any rumors that may exist around herself. She let rumors around herself fly as they might, because she had no reason to try and change the opinions of others.
Her motto was simple-- she let people shape her perception. While most rumors were rooted in some sort of truth, Selene wanted to see the proof in them. She formed her own opinions and believed that her actions always spoke louder than words. And she hoped that others viewed her in the same way. So for Vangelis, the rumors that surrounded ‘the Stone General’ effected Selene very little. She hadn’t cared that people were scared of him-- he was a man and he deserved to allow the opportunity to be something other than his reputation.
Perhaps it was something that she simply wished others would do for her as well. She was rumored to be simply after a throne, with little care for anyone on the way there. Whispers of her jumping from one prince to another simply for the hope of a crown. And the rumors of her own ambitions may have colored the perception of Vangelis. But instead, it appeared that he felt the same way. So, in her eyes, the people saw him as she saw him.
But no matter their perceptions of the people, the idea was the same-- they respected him, and appreciated his sacrifices.
Selene hoped that she could gain their respect, too. The last thing she wanted was to ruin the good name of the Kotas clan, and she hoped that one day they would look at her in the same way as they did Yanni.
She giggled a bit, “I may have trained him to expect them.” With all her time spent in the stables, it was hard to avoid him. She knew that she should have left him alone, but it was hard not to spoil the horse she cared for. “While it is not necessary, I will not turn down the chance to spend the time with you.” Selene moved a little closer to him, happy for the rare chance to be with him. “What would you recommend?” She asked him, wondering if he had a preference. She usually found herself drawn to the bakers, finishing her duties before her midday meal. “I find myself interested in trying something new.”
It would be nice to have this moment for her to look back on, to remember this side of him. How long would it be before they could spend a moment like this together again? How long would she have to be without him? “The preparation for the departure has changed the tone of the market. Is it always like this?”
There was an optimism that she lived off of. Selene had always believed in letting a person’s actions speak louder than their reputation. In court, gossip moved at a pace that was hard to keep up with. Her own social circle was limited to those she really trusted, protective of herself and any rumors that may exist around herself. She let rumors around herself fly as they might, because she had no reason to try and change the opinions of others.
Her motto was simple-- she let people shape her perception. While most rumors were rooted in some sort of truth, Selene wanted to see the proof in them. She formed her own opinions and believed that her actions always spoke louder than words. And she hoped that others viewed her in the same way. So for Vangelis, the rumors that surrounded ‘the Stone General’ effected Selene very little. She hadn’t cared that people were scared of him-- he was a man and he deserved to allow the opportunity to be something other than his reputation.
Perhaps it was something that she simply wished others would do for her as well. She was rumored to be simply after a throne, with little care for anyone on the way there. Whispers of her jumping from one prince to another simply for the hope of a crown. And the rumors of her own ambitions may have colored the perception of Vangelis. But instead, it appeared that he felt the same way. So, in her eyes, the people saw him as she saw him.
But no matter their perceptions of the people, the idea was the same-- they respected him, and appreciated his sacrifices.
Selene hoped that she could gain their respect, too. The last thing she wanted was to ruin the good name of the Kotas clan, and she hoped that one day they would look at her in the same way as they did Yanni.
She giggled a bit, “I may have trained him to expect them.” With all her time spent in the stables, it was hard to avoid him. She knew that she should have left him alone, but it was hard not to spoil the horse she cared for. “While it is not necessary, I will not turn down the chance to spend the time with you.” Selene moved a little closer to him, happy for the rare chance to be with him. “What would you recommend?” She asked him, wondering if he had a preference. She usually found herself drawn to the bakers, finishing her duties before her midday meal. “I find myself interested in trying something new.”
It would be nice to have this moment for her to look back on, to remember this side of him. How long would it be before they could spend a moment like this together again? How long would she have to be without him? “The preparation for the departure has changed the tone of the market. Is it always like this?”
Vangelis halted to the side of the walkway as Selene's gaze looked across the vendors and her considerations were obvious. Her nose even twitched a little as she, no doubt, smelt the scents of the cooks and traders down this particular set of market stall rows. He liked the way she tried to decide for a moment. Didn't just wave a hand and suggest that she would have whatever was the most well-respected or highest class of dish. She didn't try to pander to him and suggest that all such smells were equally delicious. She actually attempted to make a choice.
Not that it got her very far in the end.
When she asked him for his recommendations for something he would choose for himself. His expression was a little thoughtful. For him, despite a privileged upbringing in the Kotas manor whenever he was home in Colchis, most of his months were spent abroad where he ate what his men ate. Most of it was food that could be easily stored and transported, or game hunted in the nearby areas to their camp. Broths and stews were the most common. Root vegetables lasted longer than fresh fruit or berries and dried flatbread was the only sort of baked good that ever travelled for reasonable durations.
"I..." He paused, unsure where to go with the conversation and realising that it was rare for him to ever admit to his simple likes and dislikes in life - his basic preferences. For a man of such birth, his world was surprisingly based more on necessity than it was luxury of choice. "I... eat a lot of meat. Roasted or boiled in broth. Colchis is cold during the winter so hot stews are popular. " But if they were to fetch the bridle she had ordered, he did not wish for them to be lingering about with bowls in hand, waiting to finish their food and then return the earthenware to the trader.
He looked towards one young woman, her hair pulled back beneath her head scarf and her hands worn weary from labour, despite her age. She was tending over a small fire, carefully roasting vegetables, skewered on a sharpened stick.
He gestured towards the lady, who hadn' yet noticed she had the interest of potential customers.
"Perhaps a selection of Colchian foods would be best?" He suggested. From the smell of it, the young woman and the man a few feet away that could have been her husband, had used traditional spices upon the food, yielding a familiar smell for Vangelis. Not exactly a culinary wise man, Vangelis had no idea if these would be any different to those used to cook meat and vegetables in Taengea. But he recognised the style of honey glaze and herbal additions to the skin of the skewered pieces. It would be a taste of Colchis, for sure.
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Vangelis halted to the side of the walkway as Selene's gaze looked across the vendors and her considerations were obvious. Her nose even twitched a little as she, no doubt, smelt the scents of the cooks and traders down this particular set of market stall rows. He liked the way she tried to decide for a moment. Didn't just wave a hand and suggest that she would have whatever was the most well-respected or highest class of dish. She didn't try to pander to him and suggest that all such smells were equally delicious. She actually attempted to make a choice.
Not that it got her very far in the end.
When she asked him for his recommendations for something he would choose for himself. His expression was a little thoughtful. For him, despite a privileged upbringing in the Kotas manor whenever he was home in Colchis, most of his months were spent abroad where he ate what his men ate. Most of it was food that could be easily stored and transported, or game hunted in the nearby areas to their camp. Broths and stews were the most common. Root vegetables lasted longer than fresh fruit or berries and dried flatbread was the only sort of baked good that ever travelled for reasonable durations.
"I..." He paused, unsure where to go with the conversation and realising that it was rare for him to ever admit to his simple likes and dislikes in life - his basic preferences. For a man of such birth, his world was surprisingly based more on necessity than it was luxury of choice. "I... eat a lot of meat. Roasted or boiled in broth. Colchis is cold during the winter so hot stews are popular. " But if they were to fetch the bridle she had ordered, he did not wish for them to be lingering about with bowls in hand, waiting to finish their food and then return the earthenware to the trader.
He looked towards one young woman, her hair pulled back beneath her head scarf and her hands worn weary from labour, despite her age. She was tending over a small fire, carefully roasting vegetables, skewered on a sharpened stick.
He gestured towards the lady, who hadn' yet noticed she had the interest of potential customers.
"Perhaps a selection of Colchian foods would be best?" He suggested. From the smell of it, the young woman and the man a few feet away that could have been her husband, had used traditional spices upon the food, yielding a familiar smell for Vangelis. Not exactly a culinary wise man, Vangelis had no idea if these would be any different to those used to cook meat and vegetables in Taengea. But he recognised the style of honey glaze and herbal additions to the skin of the skewered pieces. It would be a taste of Colchis, for sure.
Vangelis halted to the side of the walkway as Selene's gaze looked across the vendors and her considerations were obvious. Her nose even twitched a little as she, no doubt, smelt the scents of the cooks and traders down this particular set of market stall rows. He liked the way she tried to decide for a moment. Didn't just wave a hand and suggest that she would have whatever was the most well-respected or highest class of dish. She didn't try to pander to him and suggest that all such smells were equally delicious. She actually attempted to make a choice.
Not that it got her very far in the end.
When she asked him for his recommendations for something he would choose for himself. His expression was a little thoughtful. For him, despite a privileged upbringing in the Kotas manor whenever he was home in Colchis, most of his months were spent abroad where he ate what his men ate. Most of it was food that could be easily stored and transported, or game hunted in the nearby areas to their camp. Broths and stews were the most common. Root vegetables lasted longer than fresh fruit or berries and dried flatbread was the only sort of baked good that ever travelled for reasonable durations.
"I..." He paused, unsure where to go with the conversation and realising that it was rare for him to ever admit to his simple likes and dislikes in life - his basic preferences. For a man of such birth, his world was surprisingly based more on necessity than it was luxury of choice. "I... eat a lot of meat. Roasted or boiled in broth. Colchis is cold during the winter so hot stews are popular. " But if they were to fetch the bridle she had ordered, he did not wish for them to be lingering about with bowls in hand, waiting to finish their food and then return the earthenware to the trader.
He looked towards one young woman, her hair pulled back beneath her head scarf and her hands worn weary from labour, despite her age. She was tending over a small fire, carefully roasting vegetables, skewered on a sharpened stick.
He gestured towards the lady, who hadn' yet noticed she had the interest of potential customers.
"Perhaps a selection of Colchian foods would be best?" He suggested. From the smell of it, the young woman and the man a few feet away that could have been her husband, had used traditional spices upon the food, yielding a familiar smell for Vangelis. Not exactly a culinary wise man, Vangelis had no idea if these would be any different to those used to cook meat and vegetables in Taengea. But he recognised the style of honey glaze and herbal additions to the skin of the skewered pieces. It would be a taste of Colchis, for sure.
She had come to the market several times before this, making a point to spread around her wealth as much as possible. With the coins in her bag, she would wander and spend on whatever caught her fancy. And with whatever was left over, she would purchase from many of the food vendors to give it to those who had nothing else to eat. So while the blonde could recognise some of the faces, she hadn’t eaten anything herself. And she was certain that it was all delicious, but she couldn’t make up her mind as to what she wanted.
And she had taken it as a chance to get to know her future husband, too. There was a desire to know as much as possible, to be able to take care of him in a quiet way that he wouldn’t even notice-- something as simple as having his favorite meal prepared for dinner or keeping his favorite snack on hand. Small talk, to be sure, but still something she would keep filed away.
His admission of the common foods he ate were filed away, “We are fortunate enough that the climate is a bit more mild where we are-- fresh fruits are available almost year round. And my father has always enjoyed the availability of fresh caught fish. I think it is why he prefers to be on Macendia; the fish can be caught and cooked the same day.” She, like him, did not like the taste of the preserved and salted fish that was common in the city.”
Perhaps some women would have found the idea of eating meat and vegetables from a skewer in front of a prince to be barbaric. But even with all of Selene’s propriety and upbringing, she saw little reason to turn down the idea. As limited as their time would be, she didn’t want to waste it sitting across from each other, eating quietly. No, she liked the idea of a mobile meal (she would just keep the information about it from her mother), “An excellent idea. Perhaps with the honeyed figs Kitsa sells.” She eyed a small booth across the way, where a young child was working on preparing figs and spiced honey, drizzled and speared so one could keep their hands clean.
Selene had purchased from the girl every chance she got, and while they did not have many conversations besides the pleasantries of customer and vendor, she did not forget her name when she learned it. “I never leave the market without her figs. I am tempted to ask her what she puts in the honey-- it is like nothing I’ve eaten before. If you have not had them, you should.” She suggested, pleased that she at least knew the market well enough to offer him a recommendation as well.
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She had come to the market several times before this, making a point to spread around her wealth as much as possible. With the coins in her bag, she would wander and spend on whatever caught her fancy. And with whatever was left over, she would purchase from many of the food vendors to give it to those who had nothing else to eat. So while the blonde could recognise some of the faces, she hadn’t eaten anything herself. And she was certain that it was all delicious, but she couldn’t make up her mind as to what she wanted.
And she had taken it as a chance to get to know her future husband, too. There was a desire to know as much as possible, to be able to take care of him in a quiet way that he wouldn’t even notice-- something as simple as having his favorite meal prepared for dinner or keeping his favorite snack on hand. Small talk, to be sure, but still something she would keep filed away.
His admission of the common foods he ate were filed away, “We are fortunate enough that the climate is a bit more mild where we are-- fresh fruits are available almost year round. And my father has always enjoyed the availability of fresh caught fish. I think it is why he prefers to be on Macendia; the fish can be caught and cooked the same day.” She, like him, did not like the taste of the preserved and salted fish that was common in the city.”
Perhaps some women would have found the idea of eating meat and vegetables from a skewer in front of a prince to be barbaric. But even with all of Selene’s propriety and upbringing, she saw little reason to turn down the idea. As limited as their time would be, she didn’t want to waste it sitting across from each other, eating quietly. No, she liked the idea of a mobile meal (she would just keep the information about it from her mother), “An excellent idea. Perhaps with the honeyed figs Kitsa sells.” She eyed a small booth across the way, where a young child was working on preparing figs and spiced honey, drizzled and speared so one could keep their hands clean.
Selene had purchased from the girl every chance she got, and while they did not have many conversations besides the pleasantries of customer and vendor, she did not forget her name when she learned it. “I never leave the market without her figs. I am tempted to ask her what she puts in the honey-- it is like nothing I’ve eaten before. If you have not had them, you should.” She suggested, pleased that she at least knew the market well enough to offer him a recommendation as well.
She had come to the market several times before this, making a point to spread around her wealth as much as possible. With the coins in her bag, she would wander and spend on whatever caught her fancy. And with whatever was left over, she would purchase from many of the food vendors to give it to those who had nothing else to eat. So while the blonde could recognise some of the faces, she hadn’t eaten anything herself. And she was certain that it was all delicious, but she couldn’t make up her mind as to what she wanted.
And she had taken it as a chance to get to know her future husband, too. There was a desire to know as much as possible, to be able to take care of him in a quiet way that he wouldn’t even notice-- something as simple as having his favorite meal prepared for dinner or keeping his favorite snack on hand. Small talk, to be sure, but still something she would keep filed away.
His admission of the common foods he ate were filed away, “We are fortunate enough that the climate is a bit more mild where we are-- fresh fruits are available almost year round. And my father has always enjoyed the availability of fresh caught fish. I think it is why he prefers to be on Macendia; the fish can be caught and cooked the same day.” She, like him, did not like the taste of the preserved and salted fish that was common in the city.”
Perhaps some women would have found the idea of eating meat and vegetables from a skewer in front of a prince to be barbaric. But even with all of Selene’s propriety and upbringing, she saw little reason to turn down the idea. As limited as their time would be, she didn’t want to waste it sitting across from each other, eating quietly. No, she liked the idea of a mobile meal (she would just keep the information about it from her mother), “An excellent idea. Perhaps with the honeyed figs Kitsa sells.” She eyed a small booth across the way, where a young child was working on preparing figs and spiced honey, drizzled and speared so one could keep their hands clean.
Selene had purchased from the girl every chance she got, and while they did not have many conversations besides the pleasantries of customer and vendor, she did not forget her name when she learned it. “I never leave the market without her figs. I am tempted to ask her what she puts in the honey-- it is like nothing I’ve eaten before. If you have not had them, you should.” She suggested, pleased that she at least knew the market well enough to offer him a recommendation as well.