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His limbs coursed with a sort of giddiness as they met. He didn't really have the energy to keep standing, but his arms wrapped tight around her anyway as they both sunk to the floor. He'd had moments like this dozens of times before. There were harder fought battles, circumstances that were more personally desperate. The relief that followed was universal. The camaraderie of knowing you had saved someone's life, and that they had extended themselves for you seemed the purest thing in the world to him. It made their ruined garments, the stench of their sweat, all of it somehow beautiful. Being with Daniil was all of that, as it always was. Except, this time, something more.
"Are you hurt?" she'd asked.
He didn't answer immediately. Of course he was. Bruises ran down his rib cage and arm from jostling against armed invaders. His knees were skinned where he had fallen to the floor. There was a slice along his side where someone's sword had caught him, though it was more a graze than a deep cut. But substantively, it wasn't so bad. And he liked the feel of her fingertips sweeping over him, checking for injury. Just as he liked being close enough to feel the heat of her body. It was different than any other woman's embrace. This was different than, well, anything. Except he didn't dare let his own hands roam. In the first place, there was Rafel, glowering in his head. That besides, he didn't even know she thought of him that way. It wasn't clear there was anything to think. They had just--
"Not badly. What about you?" he said abruptly. "We ought to move. Either to somewhere safer, more important, or both."
It was quite belatedly that he actually let her go. Even still, he hovered close. His body was already flushed from the effort of battle. Asking about the mission was the easier question. Even facing an unknown number of well-armed assailants in a target-rich environment, thinking about tactics was the simpler proposition. Except even attempting that, his mind seemed to drift inevitably in a certain direction.
"Daniil, where did you learn to move like that?"" he asked.
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His limbs coursed with a sort of giddiness as they met. He didn't really have the energy to keep standing, but his arms wrapped tight around her anyway as they both sunk to the floor. He'd had moments like this dozens of times before. There were harder fought battles, circumstances that were more personally desperate. The relief that followed was universal. The camaraderie of knowing you had saved someone's life, and that they had extended themselves for you seemed the purest thing in the world to him. It made their ruined garments, the stench of their sweat, all of it somehow beautiful. Being with Daniil was all of that, as it always was. Except, this time, something more.
"Are you hurt?" she'd asked.
He didn't answer immediately. Of course he was. Bruises ran down his rib cage and arm from jostling against armed invaders. His knees were skinned where he had fallen to the floor. There was a slice along his side where someone's sword had caught him, though it was more a graze than a deep cut. But substantively, it wasn't so bad. And he liked the feel of her fingertips sweeping over him, checking for injury. Just as he liked being close enough to feel the heat of her body. It was different than any other woman's embrace. This was different than, well, anything. Except he didn't dare let his own hands roam. In the first place, there was Rafel, glowering in his head. That besides, he didn't even know she thought of him that way. It wasn't clear there was anything to think. They had just--
"Not badly. What about you?" he said abruptly. "We ought to move. Either to somewhere safer, more important, or both."
It was quite belatedly that he actually let her go. Even still, he hovered close. His body was already flushed from the effort of battle. Asking about the mission was the easier question. Even facing an unknown number of well-armed assailants in a target-rich environment, thinking about tactics was the simpler proposition. Except even attempting that, his mind seemed to drift inevitably in a certain direction.
"Daniil, where did you learn to move like that?"" he asked.
His limbs coursed with a sort of giddiness as they met. He didn't really have the energy to keep standing, but his arms wrapped tight around her anyway as they both sunk to the floor. He'd had moments like this dozens of times before. There were harder fought battles, circumstances that were more personally desperate. The relief that followed was universal. The camaraderie of knowing you had saved someone's life, and that they had extended themselves for you seemed the purest thing in the world to him. It made their ruined garments, the stench of their sweat, all of it somehow beautiful. Being with Daniil was all of that, as it always was. Except, this time, something more.
"Are you hurt?" she'd asked.
He didn't answer immediately. Of course he was. Bruises ran down his rib cage and arm from jostling against armed invaders. His knees were skinned where he had fallen to the floor. There was a slice along his side where someone's sword had caught him, though it was more a graze than a deep cut. But substantively, it wasn't so bad. And he liked the feel of her fingertips sweeping over him, checking for injury. Just as he liked being close enough to feel the heat of her body. It was different than any other woman's embrace. This was different than, well, anything. Except he didn't dare let his own hands roam. In the first place, there was Rafel, glowering in his head. That besides, he didn't even know she thought of him that way. It wasn't clear there was anything to think. They had just--
"Not badly. What about you?" he said abruptly. "We ought to move. Either to somewhere safer, more important, or both."
It was quite belatedly that he actually let her go. Even still, he hovered close. His body was already flushed from the effort of battle. Asking about the mission was the easier question. Even facing an unknown number of well-armed assailants in a target-rich environment, thinking about tactics was the simpler proposition. Except even attempting that, his mind seemed to drift inevitably in a certain direction.
"Daniil, where did you learn to move like that?"" he asked.
She clung to him as the allowed gravity to carry them to the floor. Slowly Daniil's heart slowed to its normal beat as did her breathing. She had seen no sign of her father and grandfather or her royal cousins, so she found herself offering up a silent prayer for their safety. She had seen the troops kept by the house and wondered if any of them had seen her there. If they had she knew word would get back to Pavlos and the two would likely have words, but she had showed him and the other males the one thing she wanted to, that you did not just have to be a man to fight. Women could do it too. She felt joy at that and smiled at him as she leaned against him.
"My father may not take this well. He wants a lady for a daughter, but I couldn't resist the urge to come and help my cousins." she told him. In a way that mattered very little to her as she held onto him. He was what mattered and she had to find a way to introduce him to her father, who would insist, likely, on a long courtship so that her sister did not have to deal with being upstaged by her youngest sister.
"My ribs hurt and I feel like everything inside is on fire, like I over did it at practice." she told him softly. She let out a breath she had no idea that she was holding when he told her that he was not badly hurt. "We can retreat to my father's house. We have guest rooms for visitors and well, I think you may want to talk to him at some point." she said smiling at him.
"My father would kill the person if he ever found out. His champion gladiator, Balius started teaching me after he caught me snaking off to watch my father work with his men. I would practice what I saw in the garden when I thought I was alone." she told him as she hung her head and blushed a deep shade of red.
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She clung to him as the allowed gravity to carry them to the floor. Slowly Daniil's heart slowed to its normal beat as did her breathing. She had seen no sign of her father and grandfather or her royal cousins, so she found herself offering up a silent prayer for their safety. She had seen the troops kept by the house and wondered if any of them had seen her there. If they had she knew word would get back to Pavlos and the two would likely have words, but she had showed him and the other males the one thing she wanted to, that you did not just have to be a man to fight. Women could do it too. She felt joy at that and smiled at him as she leaned against him.
"My father may not take this well. He wants a lady for a daughter, but I couldn't resist the urge to come and help my cousins." she told him. In a way that mattered very little to her as she held onto him. He was what mattered and she had to find a way to introduce him to her father, who would insist, likely, on a long courtship so that her sister did not have to deal with being upstaged by her youngest sister.
"My ribs hurt and I feel like everything inside is on fire, like I over did it at practice." she told him softly. She let out a breath she had no idea that she was holding when he told her that he was not badly hurt. "We can retreat to my father's house. We have guest rooms for visitors and well, I think you may want to talk to him at some point." she said smiling at him.
"My father would kill the person if he ever found out. His champion gladiator, Balius started teaching me after he caught me snaking off to watch my father work with his men. I would practice what I saw in the garden when I thought I was alone." she told him as she hung her head and blushed a deep shade of red.
She clung to him as the allowed gravity to carry them to the floor. Slowly Daniil's heart slowed to its normal beat as did her breathing. She had seen no sign of her father and grandfather or her royal cousins, so she found herself offering up a silent prayer for their safety. She had seen the troops kept by the house and wondered if any of them had seen her there. If they had she knew word would get back to Pavlos and the two would likely have words, but she had showed him and the other males the one thing she wanted to, that you did not just have to be a man to fight. Women could do it too. She felt joy at that and smiled at him as she leaned against him.
"My father may not take this well. He wants a lady for a daughter, but I couldn't resist the urge to come and help my cousins." she told him. In a way that mattered very little to her as she held onto him. He was what mattered and she had to find a way to introduce him to her father, who would insist, likely, on a long courtship so that her sister did not have to deal with being upstaged by her youngest sister.
"My ribs hurt and I feel like everything inside is on fire, like I over did it at practice." she told him softly. She let out a breath she had no idea that she was holding when he told her that he was not badly hurt. "We can retreat to my father's house. We have guest rooms for visitors and well, I think you may want to talk to him at some point." she said smiling at him.
"My father would kill the person if he ever found out. His champion gladiator, Balius started teaching me after he caught me snaking off to watch my father work with his men. I would practice what I saw in the garden when I thought I was alone." she told him as she hung her head and blushed a deep shade of red.
At first, while she spoke Yiannis was looking her over for telltale signs of injury. A bloodspot that continued to spread. Some abnormality in her breathing, or hesitance in her motions. Any oddity that might betray a body protecting itself from further injury. He didn't see anything immediate. Admittedly, though, his gaze lingered it ways it usually didn't when he made such inspections. Looking for flaring nostrils, he instead noted the fine slope of her nose, and how it led down to full, rich lips. Checking her flank somehow just traced him along the curvature of her hip. He stopped trying at that point. Blinked and looked to the ground. Apparently it was much better just to listen.
"He does not approve? Prometheus suffers for giving us fire. Persephone, locked away in the underworld for her beauty. We have never been kind to the exceptional, I suppose," he started.
"But you are exceptional, Daniil. Unique among women. In ways that have to mean something special. Already, you saved my life, and their lives, and likely the whole monarchy. You are a hero. I have for so long hated the stupid, narrow-minded insistence on redoing what has come before. The truth is that the world could have a dozen of me, and not for a moment measure to what you are. Don't let anyone dissuade you from becoming something brand new. Something great. Hold onto it. And hold on to your sword."
As he'd spoken, he'd taken the few steps over to the last corpse of the armed guard. Especially in his fatigued state, it had taken a couple yanks. But the short sword finally slid free of the corpse. Another gush of blood followed after it. He tried to wipe it clean. Not that he would be successful after such a ferocious battle. But it at least looked more presentable as he extended it to her. One hand offering her the pommel of the blade she used. His other hand, he simply extended to her. To steady herself, or for companionship, or whatever else she might dream. He hadn't missed her shading crimson, after all.
"Shall we repair to you father's house? Lead the way."
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At first, while she spoke Yiannis was looking her over for telltale signs of injury. A bloodspot that continued to spread. Some abnormality in her breathing, or hesitance in her motions. Any oddity that might betray a body protecting itself from further injury. He didn't see anything immediate. Admittedly, though, his gaze lingered it ways it usually didn't when he made such inspections. Looking for flaring nostrils, he instead noted the fine slope of her nose, and how it led down to full, rich lips. Checking her flank somehow just traced him along the curvature of her hip. He stopped trying at that point. Blinked and looked to the ground. Apparently it was much better just to listen.
"He does not approve? Prometheus suffers for giving us fire. Persephone, locked away in the underworld for her beauty. We have never been kind to the exceptional, I suppose," he started.
"But you are exceptional, Daniil. Unique among women. In ways that have to mean something special. Already, you saved my life, and their lives, and likely the whole monarchy. You are a hero. I have for so long hated the stupid, narrow-minded insistence on redoing what has come before. The truth is that the world could have a dozen of me, and not for a moment measure to what you are. Don't let anyone dissuade you from becoming something brand new. Something great. Hold onto it. And hold on to your sword."
As he'd spoken, he'd taken the few steps over to the last corpse of the armed guard. Especially in his fatigued state, it had taken a couple yanks. But the short sword finally slid free of the corpse. Another gush of blood followed after it. He tried to wipe it clean. Not that he would be successful after such a ferocious battle. But it at least looked more presentable as he extended it to her. One hand offering her the pommel of the blade she used. His other hand, he simply extended to her. To steady herself, or for companionship, or whatever else she might dream. He hadn't missed her shading crimson, after all.
"Shall we repair to you father's house? Lead the way."
At first, while she spoke Yiannis was looking her over for telltale signs of injury. A bloodspot that continued to spread. Some abnormality in her breathing, or hesitance in her motions. Any oddity that might betray a body protecting itself from further injury. He didn't see anything immediate. Admittedly, though, his gaze lingered it ways it usually didn't when he made such inspections. Looking for flaring nostrils, he instead noted the fine slope of her nose, and how it led down to full, rich lips. Checking her flank somehow just traced him along the curvature of her hip. He stopped trying at that point. Blinked and looked to the ground. Apparently it was much better just to listen.
"He does not approve? Prometheus suffers for giving us fire. Persephone, locked away in the underworld for her beauty. We have never been kind to the exceptional, I suppose," he started.
"But you are exceptional, Daniil. Unique among women. In ways that have to mean something special. Already, you saved my life, and their lives, and likely the whole monarchy. You are a hero. I have for so long hated the stupid, narrow-minded insistence on redoing what has come before. The truth is that the world could have a dozen of me, and not for a moment measure to what you are. Don't let anyone dissuade you from becoming something brand new. Something great. Hold onto it. And hold on to your sword."
As he'd spoken, he'd taken the few steps over to the last corpse of the armed guard. Especially in his fatigued state, it had taken a couple yanks. But the short sword finally slid free of the corpse. Another gush of blood followed after it. He tried to wipe it clean. Not that he would be successful after such a ferocious battle. But it at least looked more presentable as he extended it to her. One hand offering her the pommel of the blade she used. His other hand, he simply extended to her. To steady herself, or for companionship, or whatever else she might dream. He hadn't missed her shading crimson, after all.
"Shall we repair to you father's house? Lead the way."
Danii watched him look her over. She found herself wondering what he thought of her. She did not think herself as beautiful, not on the same scales of her sisters. She often blew off the compliments even though she had the decency to blush like a lady should. She also knew that her ribs were sore and that led to everything hurting as she took a breath. She was sure that she would be fine with a hot bath, some lavender and mint leaves and something hot to drink or eat. When she saw him drop his eyes to the ground she let out a soft chuckle. Now he was embarrassed. The idea that a Prince was embarrassed because he had bee caught checking out the woman in front of him.
“No. My father is a traditionalist. Taking up arms is a man’s job. I was expected to sit in a room with Uncle Rafi as a guard, along with the other women in the family. I should think that my Uncle will be very cross at the idea that I snuck out in able to fight to defend my cousin’s throne. If she can sit on a throne and rule a kingdom then why can I not fight to defend her. A woman can be as good as a man if give the chance.” she said with a vehemence that surprised her. She had lived for the last twenty-one years with both her mother and the menfolk of House Marikas drilling it into her that she needed to be a lady to find a fitting husband.
This current situation made her want to laugh as it was turning out to be totally the other way around. Tread lightly Daniil. He could still break your heart. A voice said in her head. Her reply was a snort. She was quite sure that when the menfolk discovered that he was a prince, and her equal in rank, they would be quick to welcome his suit if he so chose to offer her one.
Daniil blushed as he spoke, she felt the heat rise and knew that she was likely deep red. No one ever called her unique or special or a hero, so she was not sure how to take it except to blush a bright red. “I would save it again if the chance presented itself. And I thank you for the complement.” she said softly. She let out a sigh. “The men are convinced that I would never find a fitting husband because I prefer to be a tomboy. I hope one day to prove them all wrong and Gods Above if there is one that has no issue with my tomboyish ways then, they will eat their words.”
She watched him as he walked over to the last man that she had chose to turn into a human pincushion. She watched him fight with it to remove it. She also noted just how tired that he was. She was just as exhausted. Slowly she worked to get to her feet. She watched him wipe it clean as she wavered slightly as she stood. She was still wavering as she took her sword from him, pommel first. She smiled at him and then took his other hand in an attempt to keep from falling.
It was then that she heard the familiar voice of her cousin, Dione, and she sounded like Daniil felt, angry. She held up her hand an then ran in the direction of her voice, sword at the ready, and looking noting like a lady.
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Danii watched him look her over. She found herself wondering what he thought of her. She did not think herself as beautiful, not on the same scales of her sisters. She often blew off the compliments even though she had the decency to blush like a lady should. She also knew that her ribs were sore and that led to everything hurting as she took a breath. She was sure that she would be fine with a hot bath, some lavender and mint leaves and something hot to drink or eat. When she saw him drop his eyes to the ground she let out a soft chuckle. Now he was embarrassed. The idea that a Prince was embarrassed because he had bee caught checking out the woman in front of him.
“No. My father is a traditionalist. Taking up arms is a man’s job. I was expected to sit in a room with Uncle Rafi as a guard, along with the other women in the family. I should think that my Uncle will be very cross at the idea that I snuck out in able to fight to defend my cousin’s throne. If she can sit on a throne and rule a kingdom then why can I not fight to defend her. A woman can be as good as a man if give the chance.” she said with a vehemence that surprised her. She had lived for the last twenty-one years with both her mother and the menfolk of House Marikas drilling it into her that she needed to be a lady to find a fitting husband.
This current situation made her want to laugh as it was turning out to be totally the other way around. Tread lightly Daniil. He could still break your heart. A voice said in her head. Her reply was a snort. She was quite sure that when the menfolk discovered that he was a prince, and her equal in rank, they would be quick to welcome his suit if he so chose to offer her one.
Daniil blushed as he spoke, she felt the heat rise and knew that she was likely deep red. No one ever called her unique or special or a hero, so she was not sure how to take it except to blush a bright red. “I would save it again if the chance presented itself. And I thank you for the complement.” she said softly. She let out a sigh. “The men are convinced that I would never find a fitting husband because I prefer to be a tomboy. I hope one day to prove them all wrong and Gods Above if there is one that has no issue with my tomboyish ways then, they will eat their words.”
She watched him as he walked over to the last man that she had chose to turn into a human pincushion. She watched him fight with it to remove it. She also noted just how tired that he was. She was just as exhausted. Slowly she worked to get to her feet. She watched him wipe it clean as she wavered slightly as she stood. She was still wavering as she took her sword from him, pommel first. She smiled at him and then took his other hand in an attempt to keep from falling.
It was then that she heard the familiar voice of her cousin, Dione, and she sounded like Daniil felt, angry. She held up her hand an then ran in the direction of her voice, sword at the ready, and looking noting like a lady.
Danii watched him look her over. She found herself wondering what he thought of her. She did not think herself as beautiful, not on the same scales of her sisters. She often blew off the compliments even though she had the decency to blush like a lady should. She also knew that her ribs were sore and that led to everything hurting as she took a breath. She was sure that she would be fine with a hot bath, some lavender and mint leaves and something hot to drink or eat. When she saw him drop his eyes to the ground she let out a soft chuckle. Now he was embarrassed. The idea that a Prince was embarrassed because he had bee caught checking out the woman in front of him.
“No. My father is a traditionalist. Taking up arms is a man’s job. I was expected to sit in a room with Uncle Rafi as a guard, along with the other women in the family. I should think that my Uncle will be very cross at the idea that I snuck out in able to fight to defend my cousin’s throne. If she can sit on a throne and rule a kingdom then why can I not fight to defend her. A woman can be as good as a man if give the chance.” she said with a vehemence that surprised her. She had lived for the last twenty-one years with both her mother and the menfolk of House Marikas drilling it into her that she needed to be a lady to find a fitting husband.
This current situation made her want to laugh as it was turning out to be totally the other way around. Tread lightly Daniil. He could still break your heart. A voice said in her head. Her reply was a snort. She was quite sure that when the menfolk discovered that he was a prince, and her equal in rank, they would be quick to welcome his suit if he so chose to offer her one.
Daniil blushed as he spoke, she felt the heat rise and knew that she was likely deep red. No one ever called her unique or special or a hero, so she was not sure how to take it except to blush a bright red. “I would save it again if the chance presented itself. And I thank you for the complement.” she said softly. She let out a sigh. “The men are convinced that I would never find a fitting husband because I prefer to be a tomboy. I hope one day to prove them all wrong and Gods Above if there is one that has no issue with my tomboyish ways then, they will eat their words.”
She watched him as he walked over to the last man that she had chose to turn into a human pincushion. She watched him fight with it to remove it. She also noted just how tired that he was. She was just as exhausted. Slowly she worked to get to her feet. She watched him wipe it clean as she wavered slightly as she stood. She was still wavering as she took her sword from him, pommel first. She smiled at him and then took his other hand in an attempt to keep from falling.
It was then that she heard the familiar voice of her cousin, Dione, and she sounded like Daniil felt, angry. She held up her hand an then ran in the direction of her voice, sword at the ready, and looking noting like a lady.
Panic gripped at Dione as shouts got closer to the room she and Linos were in. Her sweet knowledgeable cousin remained silent, but it was not a thoughtful silent- it was the silence of a trapped animal. The dark room, lit only by one candle, had no other doors and was not a room with access to a window. The only way in or out was through the door they came. Knowing this Dione looked around for anything that they could use to defend themselves. Neither relative was very athletically inclined like a majority of their family, but they were both smaller and agile giving them an advantage if the attackers were larger.
Rising to her feet and facing the potential danger that the noise would bring Dione began rifling through the trunks and searched the walls for anything that could be used as a weapon. As if he was in a daze Linos sat at his chair and stared at the closed door. Footsteps could be heard outside their door and the shadows leaked from under the frame as it was violently shaken and found locked. Frantically Dione stopped her search and blew out the candle. Voices began to sound on the other side of the door, they were harsh like a rough linen with words and phrases Dione didn't dare utter.
Lightly Dione crept closer to the door, minding to stay in the shadow of the door and where the torch light couldn't be seen. Keeping herself close to the door she heard a groan emit from it as it bowed in- the voices now hushed as if they were listening for anything in the unknown room beyond the locked door. Now the Nikolaos girl hadn't been trained in hand to hand combat like her brothers, but her father and brothers still managed to teach her a thing or two. As the door began to bow back to its original state Dione grabbed a long empty wooden spool that once held paper on it.
Bracing herself she shoved hard against the door hearing it hit the head that had only just leaned on it. An angered shout came from beyond the wood and Dione quickly unlocked the door and threw it open. She didn't gauge the size of the man whose forehead now had a dark red liquid trickling from his left brow. Swinging with all her might the wooden spool made contact with the man's right temple with a crack. The large brute went down like a sack of vegetables, his eyes rolling back into his head.
The other man, a more lean muscled fellow who Dione would normally think as cute if he weren't attacking her home, watched as his companion went down and let out a chuckle. Dione turned on her heel and looked at the man, not thinking there was another attacker but the one who was at the door. Her blonde hair began to pool out of its funeral up-do and golden ringlets framed her face and disheveled her. Taking a step back Dione felt the door at her back, and the attacker almost visually salivating over her. The sight sickened the noble woman, but with the height difference and difference in strength Dione knew if she tried she would only loose.
The attacker neared her and touched her golden hair that hand found its way out of her binding. His sickly eyes looked her up and down, his mind already to the part Dione refused to think of. "Unhand me or Hades damn your soul to the underworld." Dione's voice was stronger than she felt-
"You amuse me little palace pet-"
The red liquid of life flowered at his stomach and spewed all over Dione's front. The attacker slumped forward onto her and she shrieked pushing the dead man off of her. Linos stood in front of her and held a small sword in his hand. "No one touches my family." He growled. Dione threw herself from the doorframe and together the two crept through the halls looking for anyone else who was a friend.
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Panic gripped at Dione as shouts got closer to the room she and Linos were in. Her sweet knowledgeable cousin remained silent, but it was not a thoughtful silent- it was the silence of a trapped animal. The dark room, lit only by one candle, had no other doors and was not a room with access to a window. The only way in or out was through the door they came. Knowing this Dione looked around for anything that they could use to defend themselves. Neither relative was very athletically inclined like a majority of their family, but they were both smaller and agile giving them an advantage if the attackers were larger.
Rising to her feet and facing the potential danger that the noise would bring Dione began rifling through the trunks and searched the walls for anything that could be used as a weapon. As if he was in a daze Linos sat at his chair and stared at the closed door. Footsteps could be heard outside their door and the shadows leaked from under the frame as it was violently shaken and found locked. Frantically Dione stopped her search and blew out the candle. Voices began to sound on the other side of the door, they were harsh like a rough linen with words and phrases Dione didn't dare utter.
Lightly Dione crept closer to the door, minding to stay in the shadow of the door and where the torch light couldn't be seen. Keeping herself close to the door she heard a groan emit from it as it bowed in- the voices now hushed as if they were listening for anything in the unknown room beyond the locked door. Now the Nikolaos girl hadn't been trained in hand to hand combat like her brothers, but her father and brothers still managed to teach her a thing or two. As the door began to bow back to its original state Dione grabbed a long empty wooden spool that once held paper on it.
Bracing herself she shoved hard against the door hearing it hit the head that had only just leaned on it. An angered shout came from beyond the wood and Dione quickly unlocked the door and threw it open. She didn't gauge the size of the man whose forehead now had a dark red liquid trickling from his left brow. Swinging with all her might the wooden spool made contact with the man's right temple with a crack. The large brute went down like a sack of vegetables, his eyes rolling back into his head.
The other man, a more lean muscled fellow who Dione would normally think as cute if he weren't attacking her home, watched as his companion went down and let out a chuckle. Dione turned on her heel and looked at the man, not thinking there was another attacker but the one who was at the door. Her blonde hair began to pool out of its funeral up-do and golden ringlets framed her face and disheveled her. Taking a step back Dione felt the door at her back, and the attacker almost visually salivating over her. The sight sickened the noble woman, but with the height difference and difference in strength Dione knew if she tried she would only loose.
The attacker neared her and touched her golden hair that hand found its way out of her binding. His sickly eyes looked her up and down, his mind already to the part Dione refused to think of. "Unhand me or Hades damn your soul to the underworld." Dione's voice was stronger than she felt-
"You amuse me little palace pet-"
The red liquid of life flowered at his stomach and spewed all over Dione's front. The attacker slumped forward onto her and she shrieked pushing the dead man off of her. Linos stood in front of her and held a small sword in his hand. "No one touches my family." He growled. Dione threw herself from the doorframe and together the two crept through the halls looking for anyone else who was a friend.
Panic gripped at Dione as shouts got closer to the room she and Linos were in. Her sweet knowledgeable cousin remained silent, but it was not a thoughtful silent- it was the silence of a trapped animal. The dark room, lit only by one candle, had no other doors and was not a room with access to a window. The only way in or out was through the door they came. Knowing this Dione looked around for anything that they could use to defend themselves. Neither relative was very athletically inclined like a majority of their family, but they were both smaller and agile giving them an advantage if the attackers were larger.
Rising to her feet and facing the potential danger that the noise would bring Dione began rifling through the trunks and searched the walls for anything that could be used as a weapon. As if he was in a daze Linos sat at his chair and stared at the closed door. Footsteps could be heard outside their door and the shadows leaked from under the frame as it was violently shaken and found locked. Frantically Dione stopped her search and blew out the candle. Voices began to sound on the other side of the door, they were harsh like a rough linen with words and phrases Dione didn't dare utter.
Lightly Dione crept closer to the door, minding to stay in the shadow of the door and where the torch light couldn't be seen. Keeping herself close to the door she heard a groan emit from it as it bowed in- the voices now hushed as if they were listening for anything in the unknown room beyond the locked door. Now the Nikolaos girl hadn't been trained in hand to hand combat like her brothers, but her father and brothers still managed to teach her a thing or two. As the door began to bow back to its original state Dione grabbed a long empty wooden spool that once held paper on it.
Bracing herself she shoved hard against the door hearing it hit the head that had only just leaned on it. An angered shout came from beyond the wood and Dione quickly unlocked the door and threw it open. She didn't gauge the size of the man whose forehead now had a dark red liquid trickling from his left brow. Swinging with all her might the wooden spool made contact with the man's right temple with a crack. The large brute went down like a sack of vegetables, his eyes rolling back into his head.
The other man, a more lean muscled fellow who Dione would normally think as cute if he weren't attacking her home, watched as his companion went down and let out a chuckle. Dione turned on her heel and looked at the man, not thinking there was another attacker but the one who was at the door. Her blonde hair began to pool out of its funeral up-do and golden ringlets framed her face and disheveled her. Taking a step back Dione felt the door at her back, and the attacker almost visually salivating over her. The sight sickened the noble woman, but with the height difference and difference in strength Dione knew if she tried she would only loose.
The attacker neared her and touched her golden hair that hand found its way out of her binding. His sickly eyes looked her up and down, his mind already to the part Dione refused to think of. "Unhand me or Hades damn your soul to the underworld." Dione's voice was stronger than she felt-
"You amuse me little palace pet-"
The red liquid of life flowered at his stomach and spewed all over Dione's front. The attacker slumped forward onto her and she shrieked pushing the dead man off of her. Linos stood in front of her and held a small sword in his hand. "No one touches my family." He growled. Dione threw herself from the doorframe and together the two crept through the halls looking for anyone else who was a friend.
"I would suggest that you heed the lady's words." Daniil said in a cold voice as she came to a halt not far from Dione and Linos, her short sword in her hand and looking furious. Daniil had no doubt that if the beast did not, she would take him on. Linos would finally get to see the skill which she had told him about. She kept a tight grip on her hilt and an eye on the foe before her.
To their gazes, Daniil must be a sight to see,her gown a disaster and showing signs of a run in with other foes. Would they care or disapprove of her actions? She was actually beyond caring. She was not going to leave them to the hands of the enemy, especially when she knew that Linos was not a fan of violence. She was sure that if his back was up against the wall and he had no other choice, he would take up a weapon and use it, trained or not.
"Lady Dione? Lord Linos? Have either of you been harmed? Come with us and we will get you both safely out of here and see you cared for at my fathers house and then see you home if you would like?" she asked them, flashing them as smile and waiting to see where Yiannis would appear.
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"I would suggest that you heed the lady's words." Daniil said in a cold voice as she came to a halt not far from Dione and Linos, her short sword in her hand and looking furious. Daniil had no doubt that if the beast did not, she would take him on. Linos would finally get to see the skill which she had told him about. She kept a tight grip on her hilt and an eye on the foe before her.
To their gazes, Daniil must be a sight to see,her gown a disaster and showing signs of a run in with other foes. Would they care or disapprove of her actions? She was actually beyond caring. She was not going to leave them to the hands of the enemy, especially when she knew that Linos was not a fan of violence. She was sure that if his back was up against the wall and he had no other choice, he would take up a weapon and use it, trained or not.
"Lady Dione? Lord Linos? Have either of you been harmed? Come with us and we will get you both safely out of here and see you cared for at my fathers house and then see you home if you would like?" she asked them, flashing them as smile and waiting to see where Yiannis would appear.
"I would suggest that you heed the lady's words." Daniil said in a cold voice as she came to a halt not far from Dione and Linos, her short sword in her hand and looking furious. Daniil had no doubt that if the beast did not, she would take him on. Linos would finally get to see the skill which she had told him about. She kept a tight grip on her hilt and an eye on the foe before her.
To their gazes, Daniil must be a sight to see,her gown a disaster and showing signs of a run in with other foes. Would they care or disapprove of her actions? She was actually beyond caring. She was not going to leave them to the hands of the enemy, especially when she knew that Linos was not a fan of violence. She was sure that if his back was up against the wall and he had no other choice, he would take up a weapon and use it, trained or not.
"Lady Dione? Lord Linos? Have either of you been harmed? Come with us and we will get you both safely out of here and see you cared for at my fathers house and then see you home if you would like?" she asked them, flashing them as smile and waiting to see where Yiannis would appear.
