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The engagement of @evras and @zanon was quite a scandal. With the Prince's original requests to his father falling through as denied and then being redressed after a private word alone, there have been more than enough rumours circulating as to the Lady Evras' waistline and reasons for an escalated timeline. Yet, Queen @yanni has worked hard to establish an honourable celebration of the union. Whilst the ceremony was kept private and the Kotas, Drakos and Thanasi were the only families permitted to attend, the celebratory dinner and festivities to follow are far from small...
A half mile around the cliffside from the Kotas manor, within the private lands of the royal family, lies an open meadow. Forestry clings to the mountainside and curves off into the distance whilst the opposite edge is a sheer drop to the ocean. At this time of year, the snow falls heavily on Colchis and the royal lands are no exception. The entire, open space is several inches deep in purest white and, a Queen with a shrewd eye for purity, Yanni has chosen those open space for an outdoor celebration. Here, beyond the walls of the Kotas manor, royals and common born alike are welcomed through the gates of their property. They are shown to this open glade of glistening white. Wrought metal candlestick holders twisty and dark stand amongst the white with their supported tapiers flickering. Steam rises from the little wicks of flame despite it being midday. In other areas, large basin of burning oil create warmth and communal feeling, the snow melting a little around their base.
By their nature, Colchians are a hardy people. And a little snow and recent blizzard are ne'er an unscaleable obstacle. Instead, Colchian blood burns warm as they take the elements as a challenge and congregate to celebrate the union of Prince @zanon and Princess @evras, their cloaks and furs drawn close and their breath puffing with excitement into the fire-warmed air.
Event Ideas
-- This engagement was scandalous from the start! Throw in the speed of the ceremony, the fact that Evras dislikes wearing tight fitting gowns of late and the Thanasi's open ambitions for the throne and there are a lot of gossip opportunities here...
-- The event is open to commoners. This is likely the first time they will have been so close to the Kotas estate (even if they are forbidden to enter it) and might spark some more adventurous or criminal activities...
-- The cold can present some kind of plot changes here. A patch of ice to slip on, wet snow in the boots or the struggling with fur gloves. Fashions will also have been adjusted - silver instead of gold and light colours instead of vibrant hues. There will be much to look at and speculate upon.
-- Animals will be drawn to the heat of the open area, even if the noise might send them running. The roasting pigs on spits and other fine smelling foods might also draw them close at the edges of the gathering.
-- This event is about the union of @evras and @zanon which means they will be front and centre and all guests will be expected to greet them. Some may like them, others hold them in disgust. Some commoners might have never seen them or be uncertain how to curtsy or react around them. This might lead to some embarrassments or honour-filled anger?
-- Or anything else! If you want to do something wild and wacky that makes sense in this event then go for it! You can use it for your own personal drama, start a cat fight, declare a rivalry, reveal a secret in public to all. You can use the NPC servants meandering around the event as you like and come up with your own ways to make this Event fun and dramatic. Remember: there is no wrong way to do this. There is no plan. Just storm forward and go for it! Just remember to tag everyone who might be affected by your more curveball-y posts in the #roleplay-tags channel.
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The engagement of @evras and @zanon was quite a scandal. With the Prince's original requests to his father falling through as denied and then being redressed after a private word alone, there have been more than enough rumours circulating as to the Lady Evras' waistline and reasons for an escalated timeline. Yet, Queen @yanni has worked hard to establish an honourable celebration of the union. Whilst the ceremony was kept private and the Kotas, Drakos and Thanasi were the only families permitted to attend, the celebratory dinner and festivities to follow are far from small...
A half mile around the cliffside from the Kotas manor, within the private lands of the royal family, lies an open meadow. Forestry clings to the mountainside and curves off into the distance whilst the opposite edge is a sheer drop to the ocean. At this time of year, the snow falls heavily on Colchis and the royal lands are no exception. The entire, open space is several inches deep in purest white and, a Queen with a shrewd eye for purity, Yanni has chosen those open space for an outdoor celebration. Here, beyond the walls of the Kotas manor, royals and common born alike are welcomed through the gates of their property. They are shown to this open glade of glistening white. Wrought metal candlestick holders twisty and dark stand amongst the white with their supported tapiers flickering. Steam rises from the little wicks of flame despite it being midday. In other areas, large basin of burning oil create warmth and communal feeling, the snow melting a little around their base.
By their nature, Colchians are a hardy people. And a little snow and recent blizzard are ne'er an unscaleable obstacle. Instead, Colchian blood burns warm as they take the elements as a challenge and congregate to celebrate the union of Prince @zanon and Princess @evras, their cloaks and furs drawn close and their breath puffing with excitement into the fire-warmed air.
Event Ideas
-- This engagement was scandalous from the start! Throw in the speed of the ceremony, the fact that Evras dislikes wearing tight fitting gowns of late and the Thanasi's open ambitions for the throne and there are a lot of gossip opportunities here...
-- The event is open to commoners. This is likely the first time they will have been so close to the Kotas estate (even if they are forbidden to enter it) and might spark some more adventurous or criminal activities...
-- The cold can present some kind of plot changes here. A patch of ice to slip on, wet snow in the boots or the struggling with fur gloves. Fashions will also have been adjusted - silver instead of gold and light colours instead of vibrant hues. There will be much to look at and speculate upon.
-- Animals will be drawn to the heat of the open area, even if the noise might send them running. The roasting pigs on spits and other fine smelling foods might also draw them close at the edges of the gathering.
-- This event is about the union of @evras and @zanon which means they will be front and centre and all guests will be expected to greet them. Some may like them, others hold them in disgust. Some commoners might have never seen them or be uncertain how to curtsy or react around them. This might lead to some embarrassments or honour-filled anger?
-- Or anything else! If you want to do something wild and wacky that makes sense in this event then go for it! You can use it for your own personal drama, start a cat fight, declare a rivalry, reveal a secret in public to all. You can use the NPC servants meandering around the event as you like and come up with your own ways to make this Event fun and dramatic. Remember: there is no wrong way to do this. There is no plan. Just storm forward and go for it! Just remember to tag everyone who might be affected by your more curveball-y posts in the #roleplay-tags channel.
Winter Wonderland Provincial Story - Colchis
The engagement of @evras and @zanon was quite a scandal. With the Prince's original requests to his father falling through as denied and then being redressed after a private word alone, there have been more than enough rumours circulating as to the Lady Evras' waistline and reasons for an escalated timeline. Yet, Queen @yanni has worked hard to establish an honourable celebration of the union. Whilst the ceremony was kept private and the Kotas, Drakos and Thanasi were the only families permitted to attend, the celebratory dinner and festivities to follow are far from small...
A half mile around the cliffside from the Kotas manor, within the private lands of the royal family, lies an open meadow. Forestry clings to the mountainside and curves off into the distance whilst the opposite edge is a sheer drop to the ocean. At this time of year, the snow falls heavily on Colchis and the royal lands are no exception. The entire, open space is several inches deep in purest white and, a Queen with a shrewd eye for purity, Yanni has chosen those open space for an outdoor celebration. Here, beyond the walls of the Kotas manor, royals and common born alike are welcomed through the gates of their property. They are shown to this open glade of glistening white. Wrought metal candlestick holders twisty and dark stand amongst the white with their supported tapiers flickering. Steam rises from the little wicks of flame despite it being midday. In other areas, large basin of burning oil create warmth and communal feeling, the snow melting a little around their base.
By their nature, Colchians are a hardy people. And a little snow and recent blizzard are ne'er an unscaleable obstacle. Instead, Colchian blood burns warm as they take the elements as a challenge and congregate to celebrate the union of Prince @zanon and Princess @evras, their cloaks and furs drawn close and their breath puffing with excitement into the fire-warmed air.
Event Ideas
-- This engagement was scandalous from the start! Throw in the speed of the ceremony, the fact that Evras dislikes wearing tight fitting gowns of late and the Thanasi's open ambitions for the throne and there are a lot of gossip opportunities here...
-- The event is open to commoners. This is likely the first time they will have been so close to the Kotas estate (even if they are forbidden to enter it) and might spark some more adventurous or criminal activities...
-- The cold can present some kind of plot changes here. A patch of ice to slip on, wet snow in the boots or the struggling with fur gloves. Fashions will also have been adjusted - silver instead of gold and light colours instead of vibrant hues. There will be much to look at and speculate upon.
-- Animals will be drawn to the heat of the open area, even if the noise might send them running. The roasting pigs on spits and other fine smelling foods might also draw them close at the edges of the gathering.
-- This event is about the union of @evras and @zanon which means they will be front and centre and all guests will be expected to greet them. Some may like them, others hold them in disgust. Some commoners might have never seen them or be uncertain how to curtsy or react around them. This might lead to some embarrassments or honour-filled anger?
-- Or anything else! If you want to do something wild and wacky that makes sense in this event then go for it! You can use it for your own personal drama, start a cat fight, declare a rivalry, reveal a secret in public to all. You can use the NPC servants meandering around the event as you like and come up with your own ways to make this Event fun and dramatic. Remember: there is no wrong way to do this. There is no plan. Just storm forward and go for it! Just remember to tag everyone who might be affected by your more curveball-y posts in the #roleplay-tags channel.
Mihail didn't really understand what had happened, but he supposed that he wasn't meant to. Father had always made very clear during his angry speeches at dinnertime that the Kotas family were not to be trusted, and Nethis had always whispered stories in his ear about how they were an enemy that Dynasteia Thanasi had to destroy one way or another. And they had both made absolutely explicit that these were secret, family-only sentiments, not to be repeated before outsiders, even though the rest of the kingdom seemed perfectly happy to complain about their family all the time. But, now, Evras had gone and married one of the oldest Kotas princes, and they were supposed to be civil to one another and friendly and all sorts of things which didn't sit well with the youngest member of the family. At least she was a princess, which sounded nice.
Whether or not they were supposed to like the ruling house anymore now, Mihail still loved his older sister dearly, and he was more than a little excited to see her and her new husband. He was almost a man now - only two months to go - and he was confident that Evras would be just as proud of him for it as he was for her marrying a prince (which was every lady's dream, he imagined). Thus, he had dressed up finely for the event, in a soft red chiton that was a shade off from the typical Thanasi shade, and instead, a little more Kotas in his sister's honour, and a matching cloak and gloves trimmed with warm black rabbit-fur to guard against the winter wind. He thought he looked like the perfect younger brother - which was confirmed when Dysius had duly informed him that he looked stupid and small all bundled up like that (and you always had to take the opposite of what Dysius said as truth). He looked more feminine than he might have liked when presenting himself to a family that prided themselves on raising strong, military-inclined boys, but Mihail liked the way his hair now extended a couple of inches past his shoulder blades, and had not made much effort to fix it rather than bother Thea until she had tied it up for him in that way he could not quite manage to do himself.
Brimming with excitement for the event, he had been quiet the whole way to the Kotas home, clasping Nethis's hand tightly so that nobody would have an opportunity to tell him he was misbehaving. The snow was deep when they arrived, and the Thanasi naturally sunk a few inches further than he would have liked, biting his lip in irritation every time he had to pull his furry boots out of some icy trap. Mihail didn't like the Kotas manor much, he thought. It was nicely decorated, and very dramatic, but it was not home, and he had grown weary of foreign places through plenty of years of unnecessary harassment from other boys his age. Maybe now that Evras was their princess, they wouldn't be able to say anything; otherwise, he could tell them that his brother-in-law was going to have them executed, and then they'd be scared and sorry.
Speaking of Evras, as soon as his eyes landed on her, he dropped his oldest sister's hand to rush forward and wrap his arms around her instead, momentarily ignoring her new husband and he reached up to kiss her on the cheek. "Evras!" he announced, once he had released her, his smile bright. "You're a princess now. Does that mean that I can be a prince and, if it does, can I have a crown too? Because I already told some of the other boys that you said I was and I could, so you have to say yes. Please?" Then, still in that excitable mood which was now only magnified by the prospective response to his query, he stared up at her husband - he was handsome, which Mihail had thought was lucky for Evras right from the first time he'd set eyes on the man - and then wrapped his arms around Prince Zanon too. If he was meant to welcome him into the family, then he supposed he might as well be nice. Until Nethis told him otherwise, at least.
"You have to treat my sister like a queen, alright? Otherwise, I'm going to know, and I'm her favourite brother so you should be scared."
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Mihail didn't really understand what had happened, but he supposed that he wasn't meant to. Father had always made very clear during his angry speeches at dinnertime that the Kotas family were not to be trusted, and Nethis had always whispered stories in his ear about how they were an enemy that Dynasteia Thanasi had to destroy one way or another. And they had both made absolutely explicit that these were secret, family-only sentiments, not to be repeated before outsiders, even though the rest of the kingdom seemed perfectly happy to complain about their family all the time. But, now, Evras had gone and married one of the oldest Kotas princes, and they were supposed to be civil to one another and friendly and all sorts of things which didn't sit well with the youngest member of the family. At least she was a princess, which sounded nice.
Whether or not they were supposed to like the ruling house anymore now, Mihail still loved his older sister dearly, and he was more than a little excited to see her and her new husband. He was almost a man now - only two months to go - and he was confident that Evras would be just as proud of him for it as he was for her marrying a prince (which was every lady's dream, he imagined). Thus, he had dressed up finely for the event, in a soft red chiton that was a shade off from the typical Thanasi shade, and instead, a little more Kotas in his sister's honour, and a matching cloak and gloves trimmed with warm black rabbit-fur to guard against the winter wind. He thought he looked like the perfect younger brother - which was confirmed when Dysius had duly informed him that he looked stupid and small all bundled up like that (and you always had to take the opposite of what Dysius said as truth). He looked more feminine than he might have liked when presenting himself to a family that prided themselves on raising strong, military-inclined boys, but Mihail liked the way his hair now extended a couple of inches past his shoulder blades, and had not made much effort to fix it rather than bother Thea until she had tied it up for him in that way he could not quite manage to do himself.
Brimming with excitement for the event, he had been quiet the whole way to the Kotas home, clasping Nethis's hand tightly so that nobody would have an opportunity to tell him he was misbehaving. The snow was deep when they arrived, and the Thanasi naturally sunk a few inches further than he would have liked, biting his lip in irritation every time he had to pull his furry boots out of some icy trap. Mihail didn't like the Kotas manor much, he thought. It was nicely decorated, and very dramatic, but it was not home, and he had grown weary of foreign places through plenty of years of unnecessary harassment from other boys his age. Maybe now that Evras was their princess, they wouldn't be able to say anything; otherwise, he could tell them that his brother-in-law was going to have them executed, and then they'd be scared and sorry.
Speaking of Evras, as soon as his eyes landed on her, he dropped his oldest sister's hand to rush forward and wrap his arms around her instead, momentarily ignoring her new husband and he reached up to kiss her on the cheek. "Evras!" he announced, once he had released her, his smile bright. "You're a princess now. Does that mean that I can be a prince and, if it does, can I have a crown too? Because I already told some of the other boys that you said I was and I could, so you have to say yes. Please?" Then, still in that excitable mood which was now only magnified by the prospective response to his query, he stared up at her husband - he was handsome, which Mihail had thought was lucky for Evras right from the first time he'd set eyes on the man - and then wrapped his arms around Prince Zanon too. If he was meant to welcome him into the family, then he supposed he might as well be nice. Until Nethis told him otherwise, at least.
"You have to treat my sister like a queen, alright? Otherwise, I'm going to know, and I'm her favourite brother so you should be scared."
Mihail didn't really understand what had happened, but he supposed that he wasn't meant to. Father had always made very clear during his angry speeches at dinnertime that the Kotas family were not to be trusted, and Nethis had always whispered stories in his ear about how they were an enemy that Dynasteia Thanasi had to destroy one way or another. And they had both made absolutely explicit that these were secret, family-only sentiments, not to be repeated before outsiders, even though the rest of the kingdom seemed perfectly happy to complain about their family all the time. But, now, Evras had gone and married one of the oldest Kotas princes, and they were supposed to be civil to one another and friendly and all sorts of things which didn't sit well with the youngest member of the family. At least she was a princess, which sounded nice.
Whether or not they were supposed to like the ruling house anymore now, Mihail still loved his older sister dearly, and he was more than a little excited to see her and her new husband. He was almost a man now - only two months to go - and he was confident that Evras would be just as proud of him for it as he was for her marrying a prince (which was every lady's dream, he imagined). Thus, he had dressed up finely for the event, in a soft red chiton that was a shade off from the typical Thanasi shade, and instead, a little more Kotas in his sister's honour, and a matching cloak and gloves trimmed with warm black rabbit-fur to guard against the winter wind. He thought he looked like the perfect younger brother - which was confirmed when Dysius had duly informed him that he looked stupid and small all bundled up like that (and you always had to take the opposite of what Dysius said as truth). He looked more feminine than he might have liked when presenting himself to a family that prided themselves on raising strong, military-inclined boys, but Mihail liked the way his hair now extended a couple of inches past his shoulder blades, and had not made much effort to fix it rather than bother Thea until she had tied it up for him in that way he could not quite manage to do himself.
Brimming with excitement for the event, he had been quiet the whole way to the Kotas home, clasping Nethis's hand tightly so that nobody would have an opportunity to tell him he was misbehaving. The snow was deep when they arrived, and the Thanasi naturally sunk a few inches further than he would have liked, biting his lip in irritation every time he had to pull his furry boots out of some icy trap. Mihail didn't like the Kotas manor much, he thought. It was nicely decorated, and very dramatic, but it was not home, and he had grown weary of foreign places through plenty of years of unnecessary harassment from other boys his age. Maybe now that Evras was their princess, they wouldn't be able to say anything; otherwise, he could tell them that his brother-in-law was going to have them executed, and then they'd be scared and sorry.
Speaking of Evras, as soon as his eyes landed on her, he dropped his oldest sister's hand to rush forward and wrap his arms around her instead, momentarily ignoring her new husband and he reached up to kiss her on the cheek. "Evras!" he announced, once he had released her, his smile bright. "You're a princess now. Does that mean that I can be a prince and, if it does, can I have a crown too? Because I already told some of the other boys that you said I was and I could, so you have to say yes. Please?" Then, still in that excitable mood which was now only magnified by the prospective response to his query, he stared up at her husband - he was handsome, which Mihail had thought was lucky for Evras right from the first time he'd set eyes on the man - and then wrapped his arms around Prince Zanon too. If he was meant to welcome him into the family, then he supposed he might as well be nice. Until Nethis told him otherwise, at least.
"You have to treat my sister like a queen, alright? Otherwise, I'm going to know, and I'm her favourite brother so you should be scared."
An aura of oddity seemed to drape its way across the day. From the moment the sun rose over the shimmering silver snowdrifts across Midas, everything felt surreal. It was hard to process at times, that Evras was to be wed before both Thea and Nethis. How odd, right? The third-born Thanasi daughter to marry the second-born Kotas son.
An optimist would suspect that perhaps it was a calculated end to a generation-old severance between the two royal houses. After all, was their mother not a Kotas herself?
Well, yes and no. It became clear to Thea when she came of age that the name Thanasi seemed to stain the bearer beyond repair.
After all, there was no doubt in her mind that as soon as Evras married and became Princess Evras of Kotas, the whispers of 'Thanasi witch' would follow her, just as it now followed both Thea and Nethis wherever they went.
It was not until the past year that Thea noticed the way their family name was spat out - particularly after the sudden announcement. The core families knew the truth, but that was all. Yet, speculation, rumor, and opinions from all walks of life had their name on their lips - dragging it further down and equating it with darkness and curses.
It hurt, of course, but Thea was no emotional blatherer over it. If anything, she found power in her silence and her stare whenever it arose. Whether it helped or hurt in the end...well, that was to be determined.
Thea knew she would need to prepare herself to remain distracted throughout this long and arduous day. Wine, of course, would be available to all, mulled and warmed now to accommodate for the climate. Otherwise, apart from the joy she would feel to looked upon Evras' smile in her bridal trappings, Thea knew that today held the risk of being long, tedious, and dull.
Stuffed into the wrist of her long, fur-lined gloves and secured in a small, flat pouch was some of the freshly grown hemp. In the past year or two, since taking an interest in herbalism, Thea had started her own garden, growing some medicinal plants from seeds that she purchased from a curious man who sailed in from Lands Afar to Megaris. Her wardrobe which used to be filled with toys from her childhood had now been replaced with Taengean blown glass bottles that stored seeds and dried herbs, along with several very important tonics.
Something had to be done to make this event enjoyable.
Having drank a fair share along with a goblet of wine at the Thanasi's capital estate while they readied themselves, she already felt the day growing a bit more pleasant - even so much as to pull Mihail away from Dysius' sniping earlier and help him look decent. His choice in clothing was far brighter than her own - a dusty lavender affair with silver appointments that seemed to drip like icicles from around her neck and waist. Her cloak was marbled grey and white with the softest rabbit furs that she had ever felt. Even with the starkness of show white around them, the creamy pale of her skin seemed to shine, with only the pink of her cheeks and lips from the cold adding definiton.
For a moment, she watched as Mihail pulled from them to dash over to Prince Zanon and Evras, her eyes sliding over to Nethis for a moment before sighing. After all, he had been clinging to her hand only moments before, so clearly it was now Thea's turn.
"Mihail, That's not...oh, nevermind..." Thea chimed, particularly as she caught the tail end of what seemed to be a negotiation on him becoming a Prince as well. Her eyes caught to Evras, amused but also exasperated as she realized that someone was going to have to explain to him how marriages and royal lineage worked - probably her. Still, with the lift given to her from the hemp-laced drink earlier, she could not help but smile along with them.
Thea's arm snaked around Mihail's should and a curled around to his chest, an affectionate hold that also served as a pleasant restraint as she leaned in slightly to him to tease, "It might not help you on your path to becoming a prince by 'threatening' one, dear..."
Still, she raised a brow and laughed slightly, which felt marvelous as a pleasant after effect of the hemp, before turning to the happy couple.
"As you can see, we are all so elated for you both on this most special day," Thea added, redirecting the conversation more towards the newlyweds. Thea looked out over the glassy white meadow, and then back to Evras, "It seems like something out of the stories we used to tell each other before bed, no?"
Turning to Zanon, she tilted her head with a soft smile and added, "In the end, there was always a wedding and they lived happily through the rest of their days."
It was well-wishing on her part. Thea never would have wished unhappiness upon either of them. Fortunately, by the way they glanced at one another, such happiness was everpresent and almost infectious - sickeningly so.
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An aura of oddity seemed to drape its way across the day. From the moment the sun rose over the shimmering silver snowdrifts across Midas, everything felt surreal. It was hard to process at times, that Evras was to be wed before both Thea and Nethis. How odd, right? The third-born Thanasi daughter to marry the second-born Kotas son.
An optimist would suspect that perhaps it was a calculated end to a generation-old severance between the two royal houses. After all, was their mother not a Kotas herself?
Well, yes and no. It became clear to Thea when she came of age that the name Thanasi seemed to stain the bearer beyond repair.
After all, there was no doubt in her mind that as soon as Evras married and became Princess Evras of Kotas, the whispers of 'Thanasi witch' would follow her, just as it now followed both Thea and Nethis wherever they went.
It was not until the past year that Thea noticed the way their family name was spat out - particularly after the sudden announcement. The core families knew the truth, but that was all. Yet, speculation, rumor, and opinions from all walks of life had their name on their lips - dragging it further down and equating it with darkness and curses.
It hurt, of course, but Thea was no emotional blatherer over it. If anything, she found power in her silence and her stare whenever it arose. Whether it helped or hurt in the end...well, that was to be determined.
Thea knew she would need to prepare herself to remain distracted throughout this long and arduous day. Wine, of course, would be available to all, mulled and warmed now to accommodate for the climate. Otherwise, apart from the joy she would feel to looked upon Evras' smile in her bridal trappings, Thea knew that today held the risk of being long, tedious, and dull.
Stuffed into the wrist of her long, fur-lined gloves and secured in a small, flat pouch was some of the freshly grown hemp. In the past year or two, since taking an interest in herbalism, Thea had started her own garden, growing some medicinal plants from seeds that she purchased from a curious man who sailed in from Lands Afar to Megaris. Her wardrobe which used to be filled with toys from her childhood had now been replaced with Taengean blown glass bottles that stored seeds and dried herbs, along with several very important tonics.
Something had to be done to make this event enjoyable.
Having drank a fair share along with a goblet of wine at the Thanasi's capital estate while they readied themselves, she already felt the day growing a bit more pleasant - even so much as to pull Mihail away from Dysius' sniping earlier and help him look decent. His choice in clothing was far brighter than her own - a dusty lavender affair with silver appointments that seemed to drip like icicles from around her neck and waist. Her cloak was marbled grey and white with the softest rabbit furs that she had ever felt. Even with the starkness of show white around them, the creamy pale of her skin seemed to shine, with only the pink of her cheeks and lips from the cold adding definiton.
For a moment, she watched as Mihail pulled from them to dash over to Prince Zanon and Evras, her eyes sliding over to Nethis for a moment before sighing. After all, he had been clinging to her hand only moments before, so clearly it was now Thea's turn.
"Mihail, That's not...oh, nevermind..." Thea chimed, particularly as she caught the tail end of what seemed to be a negotiation on him becoming a Prince as well. Her eyes caught to Evras, amused but also exasperated as she realized that someone was going to have to explain to him how marriages and royal lineage worked - probably her. Still, with the lift given to her from the hemp-laced drink earlier, she could not help but smile along with them.
Thea's arm snaked around Mihail's should and a curled around to his chest, an affectionate hold that also served as a pleasant restraint as she leaned in slightly to him to tease, "It might not help you on your path to becoming a prince by 'threatening' one, dear..."
Still, she raised a brow and laughed slightly, which felt marvelous as a pleasant after effect of the hemp, before turning to the happy couple.
"As you can see, we are all so elated for you both on this most special day," Thea added, redirecting the conversation more towards the newlyweds. Thea looked out over the glassy white meadow, and then back to Evras, "It seems like something out of the stories we used to tell each other before bed, no?"
Turning to Zanon, she tilted her head with a soft smile and added, "In the end, there was always a wedding and they lived happily through the rest of their days."
It was well-wishing on her part. Thea never would have wished unhappiness upon either of them. Fortunately, by the way they glanced at one another, such happiness was everpresent and almost infectious - sickeningly so.
An aura of oddity seemed to drape its way across the day. From the moment the sun rose over the shimmering silver snowdrifts across Midas, everything felt surreal. It was hard to process at times, that Evras was to be wed before both Thea and Nethis. How odd, right? The third-born Thanasi daughter to marry the second-born Kotas son.
An optimist would suspect that perhaps it was a calculated end to a generation-old severance between the two royal houses. After all, was their mother not a Kotas herself?
Well, yes and no. It became clear to Thea when she came of age that the name Thanasi seemed to stain the bearer beyond repair.
After all, there was no doubt in her mind that as soon as Evras married and became Princess Evras of Kotas, the whispers of 'Thanasi witch' would follow her, just as it now followed both Thea and Nethis wherever they went.
It was not until the past year that Thea noticed the way their family name was spat out - particularly after the sudden announcement. The core families knew the truth, but that was all. Yet, speculation, rumor, and opinions from all walks of life had their name on their lips - dragging it further down and equating it with darkness and curses.
It hurt, of course, but Thea was no emotional blatherer over it. If anything, she found power in her silence and her stare whenever it arose. Whether it helped or hurt in the end...well, that was to be determined.
Thea knew she would need to prepare herself to remain distracted throughout this long and arduous day. Wine, of course, would be available to all, mulled and warmed now to accommodate for the climate. Otherwise, apart from the joy she would feel to looked upon Evras' smile in her bridal trappings, Thea knew that today held the risk of being long, tedious, and dull.
Stuffed into the wrist of her long, fur-lined gloves and secured in a small, flat pouch was some of the freshly grown hemp. In the past year or two, since taking an interest in herbalism, Thea had started her own garden, growing some medicinal plants from seeds that she purchased from a curious man who sailed in from Lands Afar to Megaris. Her wardrobe which used to be filled with toys from her childhood had now been replaced with Taengean blown glass bottles that stored seeds and dried herbs, along with several very important tonics.
Something had to be done to make this event enjoyable.
Having drank a fair share along with a goblet of wine at the Thanasi's capital estate while they readied themselves, she already felt the day growing a bit more pleasant - even so much as to pull Mihail away from Dysius' sniping earlier and help him look decent. His choice in clothing was far brighter than her own - a dusty lavender affair with silver appointments that seemed to drip like icicles from around her neck and waist. Her cloak was marbled grey and white with the softest rabbit furs that she had ever felt. Even with the starkness of show white around them, the creamy pale of her skin seemed to shine, with only the pink of her cheeks and lips from the cold adding definiton.
For a moment, she watched as Mihail pulled from them to dash over to Prince Zanon and Evras, her eyes sliding over to Nethis for a moment before sighing. After all, he had been clinging to her hand only moments before, so clearly it was now Thea's turn.
"Mihail, That's not...oh, nevermind..." Thea chimed, particularly as she caught the tail end of what seemed to be a negotiation on him becoming a Prince as well. Her eyes caught to Evras, amused but also exasperated as she realized that someone was going to have to explain to him how marriages and royal lineage worked - probably her. Still, with the lift given to her from the hemp-laced drink earlier, she could not help but smile along with them.
Thea's arm snaked around Mihail's should and a curled around to his chest, an affectionate hold that also served as a pleasant restraint as she leaned in slightly to him to tease, "It might not help you on your path to becoming a prince by 'threatening' one, dear..."
Still, she raised a brow and laughed slightly, which felt marvelous as a pleasant after effect of the hemp, before turning to the happy couple.
"As you can see, we are all so elated for you both on this most special day," Thea added, redirecting the conversation more towards the newlyweds. Thea looked out over the glassy white meadow, and then back to Evras, "It seems like something out of the stories we used to tell each other before bed, no?"
Turning to Zanon, she tilted her head with a soft smile and added, "In the end, there was always a wedding and they lived happily through the rest of their days."
It was well-wishing on her part. Thea never would have wished unhappiness upon either of them. Fortunately, by the way they glanced at one another, such happiness was everpresent and almost infectious - sickeningly so.
Timaeus was not thrilled by the prospect of being bundled up for a party of all things. Not even the aspect of this one being outside was was enough to redeem it in his eyes. After all, this was not the first time that the nearly twelve-year-old boy had been dragged to various parties by his parents and not a single one of them had been anything close to fun. They were stiff events held in boring places like the Kotas Manor or Dikastirio where Timaeus was expected to stand up straight and converse politely with all the other adults like his was grown up. It was so incredibly boring that most of the time Timaeus was usually was one dull comment about how quickly he was growing up away from tearing his own hair out. He hated his parent’s parties. Despised them with a burning passion. Tim did not care that this event was highly important to the history of Colchis. He did not care that he was expected to be there not only a member of the nobility but also as a relative of one of the Kotas’s barons. He did not want to go and as far as he was concerned, he was not going to go.
Unfortunately for him, Periella had different plans that Timaeus. Through a volley of angry shouts and tears, the Baronness had successfully bundled her troublesome terror of a brood up and practically dragged them down the road to where the pristine white field was waiting for the party-goers to gather. Even though Timaeus’s face was far from happy when he stumbled out of the carriage that had carried Timaeus, his mother, and his little brother to the festivities, the boy had ceased in his complaining. That had been quickly nipped in the bud when Amaxius had caught wind of the fuss that his son was creating. After instilling the fear of the gods into his son, Timaeus may have an angry, childish scowl on his face, but he wasn’t physically complaining about the party anymore. Which was honestly quite an improvement from this morning.
Even though his parents may have had their doubts over whether or not this peace was going to last, Timaeus was fairly certain that it wouldn’t. Or at least, not until he saw the white open field. He might have have been a young boy without much of an eye for pretty things, his jaw still dropped at the sight of it. The whole scene seemed to be something more divine than real. Tim could hear his mother talking about how beautiful it was and how Queen Yanni had chosen an excellent venue somewhere behind him as Amaxius and Nicomedes dismounted their horses to come and join the family. Not that it mattered all that much to the young Tim. He wasn’t old enough to be overly concerned with beautiful locales and stunning venues. At least not when he was already daydreaming about all the things that could be done with that snow.
As a boy that was born and raised in the mountains, Timaeus was no stranger to the snow. He had spent countless winters out in the drifts of Eubocris with his brothers, building snowmen and forts that could shield them when the inevitable snowball war started. This could be the perfect playground for some wintry fun and his eyes lit up in excitement at the opportunity of getting to go run off and take full advantage of the snowfall.
Suddenly forgetting that he was supposed to be miserable and not enjoying this, Timaeus’s eyes lit up in excitement as he spotted some other boys, both noble and common, already playing in the snow. Pointing them out to his mother as she ushered the family towards where Zanon and Evras stood, waiting to greet everyone, Timaeus was quick to ask, “Can I go play with them?” It was quite a change in tune from the chaos that had been the morning in the Valaoritis household, but even that wasn’t enough to sway his mother who only shook her head no in response. Not willing to accept this as an answer, Timaeus was sure to press the issue, thinking that it was one of those stupid noble rules that they made him follow and not a simple matter of them needing to do other things before they could be turned loose like the wild animals that the Valaoritis children were, “Oh, but look! I can see Kaletor! His mom let him go! Come on, please?” The final word in his statement was quickly turning into a whine. This was obviously not a good thing as the family was now fairly close to the new royal couple. That was why Amaxius was quick to snap at his son, “Your mother said no.”
Even though there was no obvious threat in his words, Timaeus was quick to shut his mouth once his father opened his. Amaxius was really the only one that could keep his children in line from the calm power he exuded from his aura. There was no questioning the Valaoritis patriarch. Not unless one was actually looking to be grounded for eternity. So, the angry scowl returned as the Valaoritis family piled in front of Zanon and Evras to say their hellos.
As the members of the family stepped forward one by one to either bow or curtsy in front of the prince and his new princess, Timaeus regarded the couple with an odd mixture of wariness and curiosity alike. He knew Prince Zanon, though he didn’t have much of an opinion about the man given the large age gap between them. The proximity of their family’s made them being strangers simply impossible. However, the girl beside him and those standing around her… they were more of a mystery to Timaeus as he had been taught to avoid them if he could. The new princess was a Thanasi. Now the Valaoritis family did not have much of a connection with the power-hungry, ambitious house as they instead followed the Kotas’s lead with the house of snakes. However, even that did not stop Timaeus from hearing rumors about how wicked and evil the whole lot of them were. After all, everyone knew how the Thanasi were witches. The boy had even overheard his parents joking about it plenty of times (though Timaeus could not tell they were jokes given his young age when he first became aware of the rumors.) The whole house was ruled by the women and every single one of them didn’t have a drop of goodness in them. Timaeus didn’t have much to counteract this either as there was one Thaansi he had run into on more than one occasion. Mihail of Thanasi.
Timaeus spied the boy standing near his sisters when he stepped forward to greet the royals, but he made a point to ignore him. It just wasn’t worth starting anything with the poor excuse of a boy. Timaeus had seen it for himself at the swordsmanship contest with Mihail prancing about with long hair and proclaiming that he was the best when he was too weak to pick up a sword. The Valaoritis boy clearly did not leave with a good impression of the boy, which was unlikely to change at this event. Especially not when he was practically clinging to his two elder sister’s skirts. Tim had no opinion about Thea other than being fearful about her witchiness. Either way, it was just plainly obvious that Tim wanted to say his hellos and then duck away to get away from their evil eyes. But would he ever truly be able to do that now if Zanon had married a witch?
A twinge of worry swept through him for the Prince as Timaeus bowed and muttered a polite greeting. However, he was quick to step away and not say anything. After all, he was more than well aware that his parents would both kill him if he so much as stepped a toe out of line during this part. However, as soon as he scurried back between his brothers, he knew that his part was over. Timaeus had done the one thing that he had to do. Surely, now he could ask to go and play with the other boys… but his parents were too busy talking to some of the other nobles who were making comments about Evras’s dress of all things? Timaeus didn’t know. He didn’t understand what the big fuss was, not that it mattered anyway. Not when he had a chance to cause some trouble.
With no one paying attention to the middle child now, Timaeus was quick to bend down and scoop up a small bit of snow into his hands. Quickly molding it into a little ball as he stepped out from between Sil and Nico, the boy was able to get far enough away from the boys that he was able to safely wind his arm up and send the snowball flying at his little brother with an audible splat as it landed square on his back. The boy roared in laughter as he moved closer to his brother in order to make sure that he was not only alright but wouldn’t yell and alert their parents to the trouble that the boys were about to get into.
“Relax, relax. You’re alright. It was just a snowball.” Tim sputtered out between bouts of laughter as he wiped the snow off of his brother’s back. Silanos was absolutely fine and a quick glance at mom told Tim that she hadn’t been alerted to the trouble, yet. Turning his brother slightly so he could see the other kids who were playing in the snow, Tim asked his brother with a mischievous smile, “You wanna go join them?”
Leave the boring parties to the adults. The kids were going to have their own fun...
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Timaeus was not thrilled by the prospect of being bundled up for a party of all things. Not even the aspect of this one being outside was was enough to redeem it in his eyes. After all, this was not the first time that the nearly twelve-year-old boy had been dragged to various parties by his parents and not a single one of them had been anything close to fun. They were stiff events held in boring places like the Kotas Manor or Dikastirio where Timaeus was expected to stand up straight and converse politely with all the other adults like his was grown up. It was so incredibly boring that most of the time Timaeus was usually was one dull comment about how quickly he was growing up away from tearing his own hair out. He hated his parent’s parties. Despised them with a burning passion. Tim did not care that this event was highly important to the history of Colchis. He did not care that he was expected to be there not only a member of the nobility but also as a relative of one of the Kotas’s barons. He did not want to go and as far as he was concerned, he was not going to go.
Unfortunately for him, Periella had different plans that Timaeus. Through a volley of angry shouts and tears, the Baronness had successfully bundled her troublesome terror of a brood up and practically dragged them down the road to where the pristine white field was waiting for the party-goers to gather. Even though Timaeus’s face was far from happy when he stumbled out of the carriage that had carried Timaeus, his mother, and his little brother to the festivities, the boy had ceased in his complaining. That had been quickly nipped in the bud when Amaxius had caught wind of the fuss that his son was creating. After instilling the fear of the gods into his son, Timaeus may have an angry, childish scowl on his face, but he wasn’t physically complaining about the party anymore. Which was honestly quite an improvement from this morning.
Even though his parents may have had their doubts over whether or not this peace was going to last, Timaeus was fairly certain that it wouldn’t. Or at least, not until he saw the white open field. He might have have been a young boy without much of an eye for pretty things, his jaw still dropped at the sight of it. The whole scene seemed to be something more divine than real. Tim could hear his mother talking about how beautiful it was and how Queen Yanni had chosen an excellent venue somewhere behind him as Amaxius and Nicomedes dismounted their horses to come and join the family. Not that it mattered all that much to the young Tim. He wasn’t old enough to be overly concerned with beautiful locales and stunning venues. At least not when he was already daydreaming about all the things that could be done with that snow.
As a boy that was born and raised in the mountains, Timaeus was no stranger to the snow. He had spent countless winters out in the drifts of Eubocris with his brothers, building snowmen and forts that could shield them when the inevitable snowball war started. This could be the perfect playground for some wintry fun and his eyes lit up in excitement at the opportunity of getting to go run off and take full advantage of the snowfall.
Suddenly forgetting that he was supposed to be miserable and not enjoying this, Timaeus’s eyes lit up in excitement as he spotted some other boys, both noble and common, already playing in the snow. Pointing them out to his mother as she ushered the family towards where Zanon and Evras stood, waiting to greet everyone, Timaeus was quick to ask, “Can I go play with them?” It was quite a change in tune from the chaos that had been the morning in the Valaoritis household, but even that wasn’t enough to sway his mother who only shook her head no in response. Not willing to accept this as an answer, Timaeus was sure to press the issue, thinking that it was one of those stupid noble rules that they made him follow and not a simple matter of them needing to do other things before they could be turned loose like the wild animals that the Valaoritis children were, “Oh, but look! I can see Kaletor! His mom let him go! Come on, please?” The final word in his statement was quickly turning into a whine. This was obviously not a good thing as the family was now fairly close to the new royal couple. That was why Amaxius was quick to snap at his son, “Your mother said no.”
Even though there was no obvious threat in his words, Timaeus was quick to shut his mouth once his father opened his. Amaxius was really the only one that could keep his children in line from the calm power he exuded from his aura. There was no questioning the Valaoritis patriarch. Not unless one was actually looking to be grounded for eternity. So, the angry scowl returned as the Valaoritis family piled in front of Zanon and Evras to say their hellos.
As the members of the family stepped forward one by one to either bow or curtsy in front of the prince and his new princess, Timaeus regarded the couple with an odd mixture of wariness and curiosity alike. He knew Prince Zanon, though he didn’t have much of an opinion about the man given the large age gap between them. The proximity of their family’s made them being strangers simply impossible. However, the girl beside him and those standing around her… they were more of a mystery to Timaeus as he had been taught to avoid them if he could. The new princess was a Thanasi. Now the Valaoritis family did not have much of a connection with the power-hungry, ambitious house as they instead followed the Kotas’s lead with the house of snakes. However, even that did not stop Timaeus from hearing rumors about how wicked and evil the whole lot of them were. After all, everyone knew how the Thanasi were witches. The boy had even overheard his parents joking about it plenty of times (though Timaeus could not tell they were jokes given his young age when he first became aware of the rumors.) The whole house was ruled by the women and every single one of them didn’t have a drop of goodness in them. Timaeus didn’t have much to counteract this either as there was one Thaansi he had run into on more than one occasion. Mihail of Thanasi.
Timaeus spied the boy standing near his sisters when he stepped forward to greet the royals, but he made a point to ignore him. It just wasn’t worth starting anything with the poor excuse of a boy. Timaeus had seen it for himself at the swordsmanship contest with Mihail prancing about with long hair and proclaiming that he was the best when he was too weak to pick up a sword. The Valaoritis boy clearly did not leave with a good impression of the boy, which was unlikely to change at this event. Especially not when he was practically clinging to his two elder sister’s skirts. Tim had no opinion about Thea other than being fearful about her witchiness. Either way, it was just plainly obvious that Tim wanted to say his hellos and then duck away to get away from their evil eyes. But would he ever truly be able to do that now if Zanon had married a witch?
A twinge of worry swept through him for the Prince as Timaeus bowed and muttered a polite greeting. However, he was quick to step away and not say anything. After all, he was more than well aware that his parents would both kill him if he so much as stepped a toe out of line during this part. However, as soon as he scurried back between his brothers, he knew that his part was over. Timaeus had done the one thing that he had to do. Surely, now he could ask to go and play with the other boys… but his parents were too busy talking to some of the other nobles who were making comments about Evras’s dress of all things? Timaeus didn’t know. He didn’t understand what the big fuss was, not that it mattered anyway. Not when he had a chance to cause some trouble.
With no one paying attention to the middle child now, Timaeus was quick to bend down and scoop up a small bit of snow into his hands. Quickly molding it into a little ball as he stepped out from between Sil and Nico, the boy was able to get far enough away from the boys that he was able to safely wind his arm up and send the snowball flying at his little brother with an audible splat as it landed square on his back. The boy roared in laughter as he moved closer to his brother in order to make sure that he was not only alright but wouldn’t yell and alert their parents to the trouble that the boys were about to get into.
“Relax, relax. You’re alright. It was just a snowball.” Tim sputtered out between bouts of laughter as he wiped the snow off of his brother’s back. Silanos was absolutely fine and a quick glance at mom told Tim that she hadn’t been alerted to the trouble, yet. Turning his brother slightly so he could see the other kids who were playing in the snow, Tim asked his brother with a mischievous smile, “You wanna go join them?”
Leave the boring parties to the adults. The kids were going to have their own fun...
Timaeus was not thrilled by the prospect of being bundled up for a party of all things. Not even the aspect of this one being outside was was enough to redeem it in his eyes. After all, this was not the first time that the nearly twelve-year-old boy had been dragged to various parties by his parents and not a single one of them had been anything close to fun. They were stiff events held in boring places like the Kotas Manor or Dikastirio where Timaeus was expected to stand up straight and converse politely with all the other adults like his was grown up. It was so incredibly boring that most of the time Timaeus was usually was one dull comment about how quickly he was growing up away from tearing his own hair out. He hated his parent’s parties. Despised them with a burning passion. Tim did not care that this event was highly important to the history of Colchis. He did not care that he was expected to be there not only a member of the nobility but also as a relative of one of the Kotas’s barons. He did not want to go and as far as he was concerned, he was not going to go.
Unfortunately for him, Periella had different plans that Timaeus. Through a volley of angry shouts and tears, the Baronness had successfully bundled her troublesome terror of a brood up and practically dragged them down the road to where the pristine white field was waiting for the party-goers to gather. Even though Timaeus’s face was far from happy when he stumbled out of the carriage that had carried Timaeus, his mother, and his little brother to the festivities, the boy had ceased in his complaining. That had been quickly nipped in the bud when Amaxius had caught wind of the fuss that his son was creating. After instilling the fear of the gods into his son, Timaeus may have an angry, childish scowl on his face, but he wasn’t physically complaining about the party anymore. Which was honestly quite an improvement from this morning.
Even though his parents may have had their doubts over whether or not this peace was going to last, Timaeus was fairly certain that it wouldn’t. Or at least, not until he saw the white open field. He might have have been a young boy without much of an eye for pretty things, his jaw still dropped at the sight of it. The whole scene seemed to be something more divine than real. Tim could hear his mother talking about how beautiful it was and how Queen Yanni had chosen an excellent venue somewhere behind him as Amaxius and Nicomedes dismounted their horses to come and join the family. Not that it mattered all that much to the young Tim. He wasn’t old enough to be overly concerned with beautiful locales and stunning venues. At least not when he was already daydreaming about all the things that could be done with that snow.
As a boy that was born and raised in the mountains, Timaeus was no stranger to the snow. He had spent countless winters out in the drifts of Eubocris with his brothers, building snowmen and forts that could shield them when the inevitable snowball war started. This could be the perfect playground for some wintry fun and his eyes lit up in excitement at the opportunity of getting to go run off and take full advantage of the snowfall.
Suddenly forgetting that he was supposed to be miserable and not enjoying this, Timaeus’s eyes lit up in excitement as he spotted some other boys, both noble and common, already playing in the snow. Pointing them out to his mother as she ushered the family towards where Zanon and Evras stood, waiting to greet everyone, Timaeus was quick to ask, “Can I go play with them?” It was quite a change in tune from the chaos that had been the morning in the Valaoritis household, but even that wasn’t enough to sway his mother who only shook her head no in response. Not willing to accept this as an answer, Timaeus was sure to press the issue, thinking that it was one of those stupid noble rules that they made him follow and not a simple matter of them needing to do other things before they could be turned loose like the wild animals that the Valaoritis children were, “Oh, but look! I can see Kaletor! His mom let him go! Come on, please?” The final word in his statement was quickly turning into a whine. This was obviously not a good thing as the family was now fairly close to the new royal couple. That was why Amaxius was quick to snap at his son, “Your mother said no.”
Even though there was no obvious threat in his words, Timaeus was quick to shut his mouth once his father opened his. Amaxius was really the only one that could keep his children in line from the calm power he exuded from his aura. There was no questioning the Valaoritis patriarch. Not unless one was actually looking to be grounded for eternity. So, the angry scowl returned as the Valaoritis family piled in front of Zanon and Evras to say their hellos.
As the members of the family stepped forward one by one to either bow or curtsy in front of the prince and his new princess, Timaeus regarded the couple with an odd mixture of wariness and curiosity alike. He knew Prince Zanon, though he didn’t have much of an opinion about the man given the large age gap between them. The proximity of their family’s made them being strangers simply impossible. However, the girl beside him and those standing around her… they were more of a mystery to Timaeus as he had been taught to avoid them if he could. The new princess was a Thanasi. Now the Valaoritis family did not have much of a connection with the power-hungry, ambitious house as they instead followed the Kotas’s lead with the house of snakes. However, even that did not stop Timaeus from hearing rumors about how wicked and evil the whole lot of them were. After all, everyone knew how the Thanasi were witches. The boy had even overheard his parents joking about it plenty of times (though Timaeus could not tell they were jokes given his young age when he first became aware of the rumors.) The whole house was ruled by the women and every single one of them didn’t have a drop of goodness in them. Timaeus didn’t have much to counteract this either as there was one Thaansi he had run into on more than one occasion. Mihail of Thanasi.
Timaeus spied the boy standing near his sisters when he stepped forward to greet the royals, but he made a point to ignore him. It just wasn’t worth starting anything with the poor excuse of a boy. Timaeus had seen it for himself at the swordsmanship contest with Mihail prancing about with long hair and proclaiming that he was the best when he was too weak to pick up a sword. The Valaoritis boy clearly did not leave with a good impression of the boy, which was unlikely to change at this event. Especially not when he was practically clinging to his two elder sister’s skirts. Tim had no opinion about Thea other than being fearful about her witchiness. Either way, it was just plainly obvious that Tim wanted to say his hellos and then duck away to get away from their evil eyes. But would he ever truly be able to do that now if Zanon had married a witch?
A twinge of worry swept through him for the Prince as Timaeus bowed and muttered a polite greeting. However, he was quick to step away and not say anything. After all, he was more than well aware that his parents would both kill him if he so much as stepped a toe out of line during this part. However, as soon as he scurried back between his brothers, he knew that his part was over. Timaeus had done the one thing that he had to do. Surely, now he could ask to go and play with the other boys… but his parents were too busy talking to some of the other nobles who were making comments about Evras’s dress of all things? Timaeus didn’t know. He didn’t understand what the big fuss was, not that it mattered anyway. Not when he had a chance to cause some trouble.
With no one paying attention to the middle child now, Timaeus was quick to bend down and scoop up a small bit of snow into his hands. Quickly molding it into a little ball as he stepped out from between Sil and Nico, the boy was able to get far enough away from the boys that he was able to safely wind his arm up and send the snowball flying at his little brother with an audible splat as it landed square on his back. The boy roared in laughter as he moved closer to his brother in order to make sure that he was not only alright but wouldn’t yell and alert their parents to the trouble that the boys were about to get into.
“Relax, relax. You’re alright. It was just a snowball.” Tim sputtered out between bouts of laughter as he wiped the snow off of his brother’s back. Silanos was absolutely fine and a quick glance at mom told Tim that she hadn’t been alerted to the trouble, yet. Turning his brother slightly so he could see the other kids who were playing in the snow, Tim asked his brother with a mischievous smile, “You wanna go join them?”
Leave the boring parties to the adults. The kids were going to have their own fun...
Silanos was sitting in the carriage swinging his legs back and forth so they made a satisfying thunk each time his heels hit the seat. Timaeus was sulking because he’d been told off, which was funny, and Sil kept sneaking looks at his big brother’s face as they made their way to whatever this thing was.
Swing, thunk. Swing thunk.
He tried alternating his feet for a bit of variety and that made an interesting double thunk.
Swing thunk, thunk.
“Silanos, sit still!” His mother placed her hand on his knee and the little boy tipped his face toward her to protest at this one relief from the boredom of the carriage ride. But before he’d opened his mouth, Periella huffed in dismay and reaching into her chiton pulled out a small linen square which she licked before swiping over the face of her youngest son.
“Yuck, get off” Silanos squeaked, pulling away from the grip she’d taken on his chin and wiping his face on the himation he’d been forced to wear. His mother rolled her eyes to the skies and gave up. How he’d managed to get sticky again in between bathing and leaving the house she did not know, but it was a mystery of parenting small boys that she had long ago learned to accept.
Swing, thunk, thunk.
Periella shot the youngest boy a look and took his hand firmly in her own as the carriage jerked to a halt just soon enough to prevent any further arguments, and Sil pulled to peer out of the window. It was supposed to be a wedding and an important one too, which meant he had to sit still and be good all day. Why anyone would want to go to a wedding made no sense to him, but his Mama and Papa seemed adamant that they were coming to this one. Sil watched enviously as Tim tumbled out of the carriage first, sliding off the seat and pulling at his mother’s hand. “Can I go with…”
“No, you are staying with Mama, Silanos. Now careful”
The boy sighed and dutifully clambered down the step so his booted feet landed in the snow, and he took his first look around them. There were lots of grown-ups standing around, and despite his squirming, his mother kept a tight grip on Sil’s hand as she led the family over to talk to the newly married couple. Silanos was dragging his feet through the snow so they made little trenches where he walked, and he was fully distracted by the fact until his mother yanked on his hand and let him go so he could make his best bow to the young man and girl who they’d stopped in front of. When he stood upright again, he tugged at the silly clothes hed had to wear, all stiff and itchy. As soon as he could he was going to throw the stupid himation in a ditch. It was furry and girly. He was just pulling it away from where it tickled his neck when something hit him on the back, and the young boy turned around, peering at the ground to see what it was. It was Timaeus’ laugh that had him narrow his eyes suspiciously and open his mouth to tell him he was a stupid idiot, but before he could, his older brother had turned him to see where a bunch of other children could be seen playing.
He really did want to go join them.
Glancing over at their Mama and Papa and Nico, Silanos looked doubtful for all of a second. He had been told he was staying with Mama after all. But then, he decided, she had let him go and if Tim was going then he could too, surely.
“....Ok,” he agreed after a moment “ Race you!” And he’d set off in a flurry of gangly arms and legs, running as fast as he could because Tim was bigger and would catch up quickly. The snow was deeper in some patches and slowed him down, and when he saw his brother drawing level with him, Sil scowled and tried to go faster. When he couldn’t, and Timaeus passed him, well the littlest decided on another tack and gave his brother a hefty shove in the back, before reading himself to skid to a halt and use his feet to kick more snow over wherever Tim faceplanted. Thoughts of fancy clothes and being good fell out of his head with the excitement and opportunity to bury his brother in the white stuff.
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Silanos was sitting in the carriage swinging his legs back and forth so they made a satisfying thunk each time his heels hit the seat. Timaeus was sulking because he’d been told off, which was funny, and Sil kept sneaking looks at his big brother’s face as they made their way to whatever this thing was.
Swing, thunk. Swing thunk.
He tried alternating his feet for a bit of variety and that made an interesting double thunk.
Swing thunk, thunk.
“Silanos, sit still!” His mother placed her hand on his knee and the little boy tipped his face toward her to protest at this one relief from the boredom of the carriage ride. But before he’d opened his mouth, Periella huffed in dismay and reaching into her chiton pulled out a small linen square which she licked before swiping over the face of her youngest son.
“Yuck, get off” Silanos squeaked, pulling away from the grip she’d taken on his chin and wiping his face on the himation he’d been forced to wear. His mother rolled her eyes to the skies and gave up. How he’d managed to get sticky again in between bathing and leaving the house she did not know, but it was a mystery of parenting small boys that she had long ago learned to accept.
Swing, thunk, thunk.
Periella shot the youngest boy a look and took his hand firmly in her own as the carriage jerked to a halt just soon enough to prevent any further arguments, and Sil pulled to peer out of the window. It was supposed to be a wedding and an important one too, which meant he had to sit still and be good all day. Why anyone would want to go to a wedding made no sense to him, but his Mama and Papa seemed adamant that they were coming to this one. Sil watched enviously as Tim tumbled out of the carriage first, sliding off the seat and pulling at his mother’s hand. “Can I go with…”
“No, you are staying with Mama, Silanos. Now careful”
The boy sighed and dutifully clambered down the step so his booted feet landed in the snow, and he took his first look around them. There were lots of grown-ups standing around, and despite his squirming, his mother kept a tight grip on Sil’s hand as she led the family over to talk to the newly married couple. Silanos was dragging his feet through the snow so they made little trenches where he walked, and he was fully distracted by the fact until his mother yanked on his hand and let him go so he could make his best bow to the young man and girl who they’d stopped in front of. When he stood upright again, he tugged at the silly clothes hed had to wear, all stiff and itchy. As soon as he could he was going to throw the stupid himation in a ditch. It was furry and girly. He was just pulling it away from where it tickled his neck when something hit him on the back, and the young boy turned around, peering at the ground to see what it was. It was Timaeus’ laugh that had him narrow his eyes suspiciously and open his mouth to tell him he was a stupid idiot, but before he could, his older brother had turned him to see where a bunch of other children could be seen playing.
He really did want to go join them.
Glancing over at their Mama and Papa and Nico, Silanos looked doubtful for all of a second. He had been told he was staying with Mama after all. But then, he decided, she had let him go and if Tim was going then he could too, surely.
“....Ok,” he agreed after a moment “ Race you!” And he’d set off in a flurry of gangly arms and legs, running as fast as he could because Tim was bigger and would catch up quickly. The snow was deeper in some patches and slowed him down, and when he saw his brother drawing level with him, Sil scowled and tried to go faster. When he couldn’t, and Timaeus passed him, well the littlest decided on another tack and gave his brother a hefty shove in the back, before reading himself to skid to a halt and use his feet to kick more snow over wherever Tim faceplanted. Thoughts of fancy clothes and being good fell out of his head with the excitement and opportunity to bury his brother in the white stuff.
Silanos was sitting in the carriage swinging his legs back and forth so they made a satisfying thunk each time his heels hit the seat. Timaeus was sulking because he’d been told off, which was funny, and Sil kept sneaking looks at his big brother’s face as they made their way to whatever this thing was.
Swing, thunk. Swing thunk.
He tried alternating his feet for a bit of variety and that made an interesting double thunk.
Swing thunk, thunk.
“Silanos, sit still!” His mother placed her hand on his knee and the little boy tipped his face toward her to protest at this one relief from the boredom of the carriage ride. But before he’d opened his mouth, Periella huffed in dismay and reaching into her chiton pulled out a small linen square which she licked before swiping over the face of her youngest son.
“Yuck, get off” Silanos squeaked, pulling away from the grip she’d taken on his chin and wiping his face on the himation he’d been forced to wear. His mother rolled her eyes to the skies and gave up. How he’d managed to get sticky again in between bathing and leaving the house she did not know, but it was a mystery of parenting small boys that she had long ago learned to accept.
Swing, thunk, thunk.
Periella shot the youngest boy a look and took his hand firmly in her own as the carriage jerked to a halt just soon enough to prevent any further arguments, and Sil pulled to peer out of the window. It was supposed to be a wedding and an important one too, which meant he had to sit still and be good all day. Why anyone would want to go to a wedding made no sense to him, but his Mama and Papa seemed adamant that they were coming to this one. Sil watched enviously as Tim tumbled out of the carriage first, sliding off the seat and pulling at his mother’s hand. “Can I go with…”
“No, you are staying with Mama, Silanos. Now careful”
The boy sighed and dutifully clambered down the step so his booted feet landed in the snow, and he took his first look around them. There were lots of grown-ups standing around, and despite his squirming, his mother kept a tight grip on Sil’s hand as she led the family over to talk to the newly married couple. Silanos was dragging his feet through the snow so they made little trenches where he walked, and he was fully distracted by the fact until his mother yanked on his hand and let him go so he could make his best bow to the young man and girl who they’d stopped in front of. When he stood upright again, he tugged at the silly clothes hed had to wear, all stiff and itchy. As soon as he could he was going to throw the stupid himation in a ditch. It was furry and girly. He was just pulling it away from where it tickled his neck when something hit him on the back, and the young boy turned around, peering at the ground to see what it was. It was Timaeus’ laugh that had him narrow his eyes suspiciously and open his mouth to tell him he was a stupid idiot, but before he could, his older brother had turned him to see where a bunch of other children could be seen playing.
He really did want to go join them.
Glancing over at their Mama and Papa and Nico, Silanos looked doubtful for all of a second. He had been told he was staying with Mama after all. But then, he decided, she had let him go and if Tim was going then he could too, surely.
“....Ok,” he agreed after a moment “ Race you!” And he’d set off in a flurry of gangly arms and legs, running as fast as he could because Tim was bigger and would catch up quickly. The snow was deeper in some patches and slowed him down, and when he saw his brother drawing level with him, Sil scowled and tried to go faster. When he couldn’t, and Timaeus passed him, well the littlest decided on another tack and gave his brother a hefty shove in the back, before reading himself to skid to a halt and use his feet to kick more snow over wherever Tim faceplanted. Thoughts of fancy clothes and being good fell out of his head with the excitement and opportunity to bury his brother in the white stuff.
The day had been long and Tythra was exhausted. Though this exhaustion never once reached her face, buried underneath as deep as her other emotions were. Forcing a three and seven-year-old to be polite and quiet through the ceremony was a task far harder than any presented to Tythra before. She expected through the entire process for Imeeya to grow bored and run off or Essa to throw a tantrum. Essa never even got to take her nap, the poor girl.
And yet they made it through. The entire time instead of enjoying the ceremony (Which to be fair, her nephew was marrying a Thanasi, there wasn’t much enjoyment in that) Tythra just held her breath expecting one if not both of her children to explode. But they were good, and Tythra was left overjoyed with their behavior. They each would be getting presents for being such precious little girls.
They just had to make it through the festivities.
The end was so close, and they had been perfect thus far. Surely they could make it just a bit longer, and then after they spent the amount of time that was polite, she could take them home, get them bathed, and tuck the two children into their beds and Tythra could finally breathe and thank the gods that her daughters did not cause a scene.
She stopped and crouched down to Imeeya and Essa’s level, fixing their cloaks and making sure they were bundled up. “Now you two be polite and congratulate the Prince and Princess, hm?” Tythra told her two daughters, as she wiped a smudge off of Essa’s cheek. “And then go to your uncle so mama can continue to talk to the other adults alright? Essa, I’m sure your uncle can find a nice cozy place for you to nap. He might even tell a story!” Tythra was blessed by her brother-in-law. He filled the role of pseudo-father quite nicely, and when Tython had the time to visit he did the same. Tythra would not know what to do would it not be for those two.
“Now remember shoulder back, back straight, and head up. Big smiles two, ladies.” Honestly, Tythra didn’t expect much from Essa, but she was adorable the way she toddled about and that was good enough for now. At the very least she should get used to hearing those words, for when they would really matter to her they would already be engrained.
Reclaiming her children’s hands she made her way towards the Prince, Princess, and the other two Thanasis. Perhaps Lord Mikhail would be adorable if it was not just more evidence that the Thanasi coveted the crown even in their youth. But her distaste to their family was buried even deeper than her exhaustion from the day, and the ever polite smile remained on Tythra’s lips.
“Happy indeed, Lady Thea. Such an astute observation,” Tythra commented, before turning her attention to the couple of the hour. “Such a lovely ceremony it was as well. And Zanon you do not know how proud I am to see you’ve grown up to have such a beautiful bride.” How long until they have an ‘early’ child? Seven months? “My warmest congratulations to you both.” Tythra shuffled her children a tad forward. “Say congratulations to your cousin and the new Princess, dears.”
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The day had been long and Tythra was exhausted. Though this exhaustion never once reached her face, buried underneath as deep as her other emotions were. Forcing a three and seven-year-old to be polite and quiet through the ceremony was a task far harder than any presented to Tythra before. She expected through the entire process for Imeeya to grow bored and run off or Essa to throw a tantrum. Essa never even got to take her nap, the poor girl.
And yet they made it through. The entire time instead of enjoying the ceremony (Which to be fair, her nephew was marrying a Thanasi, there wasn’t much enjoyment in that) Tythra just held her breath expecting one if not both of her children to explode. But they were good, and Tythra was left overjoyed with their behavior. They each would be getting presents for being such precious little girls.
They just had to make it through the festivities.
The end was so close, and they had been perfect thus far. Surely they could make it just a bit longer, and then after they spent the amount of time that was polite, she could take them home, get them bathed, and tuck the two children into their beds and Tythra could finally breathe and thank the gods that her daughters did not cause a scene.
She stopped and crouched down to Imeeya and Essa’s level, fixing their cloaks and making sure they were bundled up. “Now you two be polite and congratulate the Prince and Princess, hm?” Tythra told her two daughters, as she wiped a smudge off of Essa’s cheek. “And then go to your uncle so mama can continue to talk to the other adults alright? Essa, I’m sure your uncle can find a nice cozy place for you to nap. He might even tell a story!” Tythra was blessed by her brother-in-law. He filled the role of pseudo-father quite nicely, and when Tython had the time to visit he did the same. Tythra would not know what to do would it not be for those two.
“Now remember shoulder back, back straight, and head up. Big smiles two, ladies.” Honestly, Tythra didn’t expect much from Essa, but she was adorable the way she toddled about and that was good enough for now. At the very least she should get used to hearing those words, for when they would really matter to her they would already be engrained.
Reclaiming her children’s hands she made her way towards the Prince, Princess, and the other two Thanasis. Perhaps Lord Mikhail would be adorable if it was not just more evidence that the Thanasi coveted the crown even in their youth. But her distaste to their family was buried even deeper than her exhaustion from the day, and the ever polite smile remained on Tythra’s lips.
“Happy indeed, Lady Thea. Such an astute observation,” Tythra commented, before turning her attention to the couple of the hour. “Such a lovely ceremony it was as well. And Zanon you do not know how proud I am to see you’ve grown up to have such a beautiful bride.” How long until they have an ‘early’ child? Seven months? “My warmest congratulations to you both.” Tythra shuffled her children a tad forward. “Say congratulations to your cousin and the new Princess, dears.”
The day had been long and Tythra was exhausted. Though this exhaustion never once reached her face, buried underneath as deep as her other emotions were. Forcing a three and seven-year-old to be polite and quiet through the ceremony was a task far harder than any presented to Tythra before. She expected through the entire process for Imeeya to grow bored and run off or Essa to throw a tantrum. Essa never even got to take her nap, the poor girl.
And yet they made it through. The entire time instead of enjoying the ceremony (Which to be fair, her nephew was marrying a Thanasi, there wasn’t much enjoyment in that) Tythra just held her breath expecting one if not both of her children to explode. But they were good, and Tythra was left overjoyed with their behavior. They each would be getting presents for being such precious little girls.
They just had to make it through the festivities.
The end was so close, and they had been perfect thus far. Surely they could make it just a bit longer, and then after they spent the amount of time that was polite, she could take them home, get them bathed, and tuck the two children into their beds and Tythra could finally breathe and thank the gods that her daughters did not cause a scene.
She stopped and crouched down to Imeeya and Essa’s level, fixing their cloaks and making sure they were bundled up. “Now you two be polite and congratulate the Prince and Princess, hm?” Tythra told her two daughters, as she wiped a smudge off of Essa’s cheek. “And then go to your uncle so mama can continue to talk to the other adults alright? Essa, I’m sure your uncle can find a nice cozy place for you to nap. He might even tell a story!” Tythra was blessed by her brother-in-law. He filled the role of pseudo-father quite nicely, and when Tython had the time to visit he did the same. Tythra would not know what to do would it not be for those two.
“Now remember shoulder back, back straight, and head up. Big smiles two, ladies.” Honestly, Tythra didn’t expect much from Essa, but she was adorable the way she toddled about and that was good enough for now. At the very least she should get used to hearing those words, for when they would really matter to her they would already be engrained.
Reclaiming her children’s hands she made her way towards the Prince, Princess, and the other two Thanasis. Perhaps Lord Mikhail would be adorable if it was not just more evidence that the Thanasi coveted the crown even in their youth. But her distaste to their family was buried even deeper than her exhaustion from the day, and the ever polite smile remained on Tythra’s lips.
“Happy indeed, Lady Thea. Such an astute observation,” Tythra commented, before turning her attention to the couple of the hour. “Such a lovely ceremony it was as well. And Zanon you do not know how proud I am to see you’ve grown up to have such a beautiful bride.” How long until they have an ‘early’ child? Seven months? “My warmest congratulations to you both.” Tythra shuffled her children a tad forward. “Say congratulations to your cousin and the new Princess, dears.”
As the days passed, Evras was finding it increasingly difficult to escape the whispers and uncertain, even accusatory looks of others. It was far more so for the noble ladies who had intended to marry a prince, but yet it had somehow went to one of the Thanasi sisters, something many of them had never imagined would happen. Afterall, the long history between the families of Kotas and Thanasi almost ensured that the two bloods wouldn't mix - so how had Evras managed to get Zanon into marriage? Many whispered it was witchcraft, many still whispered that she had snared him with a baby.
But perhaps what hurt Evras, was the fact that one of them might be true.
The child in her belly would grow loved and protected, of that Evras was sure. Even if it could not be provided by everyone in her family and her husband, the child would have her, at least. But with pregnancy came hormones, and with it brought many different emotions, some of which Evras wasn't even sure how to handle at her young age of sixteen turning seventeen, despite her soon-to-be status of a mother. Still, when her mother in law and the Queen had suggested a celebration of their union, Evras was hard pressed to say no - she couldn't, basically.
So instead, the newly minted princess has had little choice but to put on her warmest outfit, for Queen Yanni had chosen to celebrate on the cliffside meadows of the family lands. Blanketed in snow, Evras had purposefully picked out an ice blue silken chiton which she belted up under her chest, hoping the soft flowy material would hide the growing bump. Of course, it was wishful for her to hope the whispers would subside, but the dark-haired maiden couldn't be faulted for trying.
Her black locks were twined and tied up in a half-ponytail, its curls left to fall around her shoulders and act as an extra insulation for the cold. Her slaves had added an extra layer as padding beneath her main chiton, mainly for warmth, but it made Evras simply look bigger in comparision. With her chiton material trimmed in gold, Evras chosen gold jewelry to accompany her outfit, her family's crest resting on the hollow of her neck, even as her new wedding ring glinted off her finger, her husband's family crest in direct contrast with her own. Could a snake and a bear be friends, much less be married?
Well, she had to find out.
Joining the royal family in heading to the meadow, she had been busy greeting early arrivals when the cry of a familiar voice made her turn, and Evras smiled a genuine smile for the first time since arriving, her lines of worry evaporating when she saw the arrival of Mihail and his over-excited nature. Barely catching a breathe as her brother hopped and jumped everywhere, Evras laughed as her gaze followed his excitable mood, before responding, "Perhaps, Mihail. However, a crown is uncomfortable, you'll have to take word for it." she pursed her nose, indicating the golden circlet she wore with a sapphire teardrop gem hanging in the middle of her forehead. "It is greatly annoying when we want to move, so maybe you wouldn't like it so much."
Her cheeks were flush with cold and joy from seeing her siblings - even if it as only two of the four Thanasi's who seemed happy to see her. Nethis seemed to have drifted away, and Dysius was only hanging in the back with a disgruntled expression, clearly not eager to be here.
Not wanting her mood to be dampened by the other two however, Evras instead chose to look over at Thea, and smiled at her sister's shared amusement over Mihail's childish joy. "Thank you, sister dear." Evras responded, turning over her shoulder to find her husband. Failing which however, for Zanon was caught up in greeting his own guests, Evras merely made a mental note to seek him out later once she got weary (which was often, with her growing child), instead the princess focused on her siblings, an almost nostalgic smile on her lips. "Almost, except in those stories, it was always you or Net getting married first, was it not?" Evras was the last sister, so she had never imagined she would be married, at least not before Thea, who she had always thought got the beauty in the family. Nethis got the brains, Dysius would get the household as the heir, and Mihail got the attitude. Evras... well, she was just Evras, the middle child between them all.
Shaking her head slightly to remove the melancholy thoughts however, she quickly reached out to give Thea a warm embrace, briefly noting Nethis chatting with other nobles, before waving Thea over with Mihail. "How about some spiced cider? It's cold." she offered Mihail, and then asked her sister, "What about Father? Is it... alright to leave him alone?" she asked, her meaning clear. Dionysios had not been himself the last few years, Evras could scarcely remember the last time she had a proper conversation with her father.
She had been intending to lead her siblings over to the refreshments, but her movements were halted when the princess Tythra, sister to the King approached them, and Evras automatically smiled the smile her father had always ingrained in them, as the princess approached. As the princess addressed her husband however, a brief whisper of how loose the garments of her dress were brought a pang to her face - for she couldn't exactly refute their claims, and she could practically see the calculation in Tythra's eyes. The princess and head of teh Drakos household was someone known for her discerning eye, Evras could almost feel the judgemental looks, even if it was all in her head.
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As the days passed, Evras was finding it increasingly difficult to escape the whispers and uncertain, even accusatory looks of others. It was far more so for the noble ladies who had intended to marry a prince, but yet it had somehow went to one of the Thanasi sisters, something many of them had never imagined would happen. Afterall, the long history between the families of Kotas and Thanasi almost ensured that the two bloods wouldn't mix - so how had Evras managed to get Zanon into marriage? Many whispered it was witchcraft, many still whispered that she had snared him with a baby.
But perhaps what hurt Evras, was the fact that one of them might be true.
The child in her belly would grow loved and protected, of that Evras was sure. Even if it could not be provided by everyone in her family and her husband, the child would have her, at least. But with pregnancy came hormones, and with it brought many different emotions, some of which Evras wasn't even sure how to handle at her young age of sixteen turning seventeen, despite her soon-to-be status of a mother. Still, when her mother in law and the Queen had suggested a celebration of their union, Evras was hard pressed to say no - she couldn't, basically.
So instead, the newly minted princess has had little choice but to put on her warmest outfit, for Queen Yanni had chosen to celebrate on the cliffside meadows of the family lands. Blanketed in snow, Evras had purposefully picked out an ice blue silken chiton which she belted up under her chest, hoping the soft flowy material would hide the growing bump. Of course, it was wishful for her to hope the whispers would subside, but the dark-haired maiden couldn't be faulted for trying.
Her black locks were twined and tied up in a half-ponytail, its curls left to fall around her shoulders and act as an extra insulation for the cold. Her slaves had added an extra layer as padding beneath her main chiton, mainly for warmth, but it made Evras simply look bigger in comparision. With her chiton material trimmed in gold, Evras chosen gold jewelry to accompany her outfit, her family's crest resting on the hollow of her neck, even as her new wedding ring glinted off her finger, her husband's family crest in direct contrast with her own. Could a snake and a bear be friends, much less be married?
Well, she had to find out.
Joining the royal family in heading to the meadow, she had been busy greeting early arrivals when the cry of a familiar voice made her turn, and Evras smiled a genuine smile for the first time since arriving, her lines of worry evaporating when she saw the arrival of Mihail and his over-excited nature. Barely catching a breathe as her brother hopped and jumped everywhere, Evras laughed as her gaze followed his excitable mood, before responding, "Perhaps, Mihail. However, a crown is uncomfortable, you'll have to take word for it." she pursed her nose, indicating the golden circlet she wore with a sapphire teardrop gem hanging in the middle of her forehead. "It is greatly annoying when we want to move, so maybe you wouldn't like it so much."
Her cheeks were flush with cold and joy from seeing her siblings - even if it as only two of the four Thanasi's who seemed happy to see her. Nethis seemed to have drifted away, and Dysius was only hanging in the back with a disgruntled expression, clearly not eager to be here.
Not wanting her mood to be dampened by the other two however, Evras instead chose to look over at Thea, and smiled at her sister's shared amusement over Mihail's childish joy. "Thank you, sister dear." Evras responded, turning over her shoulder to find her husband. Failing which however, for Zanon was caught up in greeting his own guests, Evras merely made a mental note to seek him out later once she got weary (which was often, with her growing child), instead the princess focused on her siblings, an almost nostalgic smile on her lips. "Almost, except in those stories, it was always you or Net getting married first, was it not?" Evras was the last sister, so she had never imagined she would be married, at least not before Thea, who she had always thought got the beauty in the family. Nethis got the brains, Dysius would get the household as the heir, and Mihail got the attitude. Evras... well, she was just Evras, the middle child between them all.
Shaking her head slightly to remove the melancholy thoughts however, she quickly reached out to give Thea a warm embrace, briefly noting Nethis chatting with other nobles, before waving Thea over with Mihail. "How about some spiced cider? It's cold." she offered Mihail, and then asked her sister, "What about Father? Is it... alright to leave him alone?" she asked, her meaning clear. Dionysios had not been himself the last few years, Evras could scarcely remember the last time she had a proper conversation with her father.
She had been intending to lead her siblings over to the refreshments, but her movements were halted when the princess Tythra, sister to the King approached them, and Evras automatically smiled the smile her father had always ingrained in them, as the princess approached. As the princess addressed her husband however, a brief whisper of how loose the garments of her dress were brought a pang to her face - for she couldn't exactly refute their claims, and she could practically see the calculation in Tythra's eyes. The princess and head of teh Drakos household was someone known for her discerning eye, Evras could almost feel the judgemental looks, even if it was all in her head.
As the days passed, Evras was finding it increasingly difficult to escape the whispers and uncertain, even accusatory looks of others. It was far more so for the noble ladies who had intended to marry a prince, but yet it had somehow went to one of the Thanasi sisters, something many of them had never imagined would happen. Afterall, the long history between the families of Kotas and Thanasi almost ensured that the two bloods wouldn't mix - so how had Evras managed to get Zanon into marriage? Many whispered it was witchcraft, many still whispered that she had snared him with a baby.
But perhaps what hurt Evras, was the fact that one of them might be true.
The child in her belly would grow loved and protected, of that Evras was sure. Even if it could not be provided by everyone in her family and her husband, the child would have her, at least. But with pregnancy came hormones, and with it brought many different emotions, some of which Evras wasn't even sure how to handle at her young age of sixteen turning seventeen, despite her soon-to-be status of a mother. Still, when her mother in law and the Queen had suggested a celebration of their union, Evras was hard pressed to say no - she couldn't, basically.
So instead, the newly minted princess has had little choice but to put on her warmest outfit, for Queen Yanni had chosen to celebrate on the cliffside meadows of the family lands. Blanketed in snow, Evras had purposefully picked out an ice blue silken chiton which she belted up under her chest, hoping the soft flowy material would hide the growing bump. Of course, it was wishful for her to hope the whispers would subside, but the dark-haired maiden couldn't be faulted for trying.
Her black locks were twined and tied up in a half-ponytail, its curls left to fall around her shoulders and act as an extra insulation for the cold. Her slaves had added an extra layer as padding beneath her main chiton, mainly for warmth, but it made Evras simply look bigger in comparision. With her chiton material trimmed in gold, Evras chosen gold jewelry to accompany her outfit, her family's crest resting on the hollow of her neck, even as her new wedding ring glinted off her finger, her husband's family crest in direct contrast with her own. Could a snake and a bear be friends, much less be married?
Well, she had to find out.
Joining the royal family in heading to the meadow, she had been busy greeting early arrivals when the cry of a familiar voice made her turn, and Evras smiled a genuine smile for the first time since arriving, her lines of worry evaporating when she saw the arrival of Mihail and his over-excited nature. Barely catching a breathe as her brother hopped and jumped everywhere, Evras laughed as her gaze followed his excitable mood, before responding, "Perhaps, Mihail. However, a crown is uncomfortable, you'll have to take word for it." she pursed her nose, indicating the golden circlet she wore with a sapphire teardrop gem hanging in the middle of her forehead. "It is greatly annoying when we want to move, so maybe you wouldn't like it so much."
Her cheeks were flush with cold and joy from seeing her siblings - even if it as only two of the four Thanasi's who seemed happy to see her. Nethis seemed to have drifted away, and Dysius was only hanging in the back with a disgruntled expression, clearly not eager to be here.
Not wanting her mood to be dampened by the other two however, Evras instead chose to look over at Thea, and smiled at her sister's shared amusement over Mihail's childish joy. "Thank you, sister dear." Evras responded, turning over her shoulder to find her husband. Failing which however, for Zanon was caught up in greeting his own guests, Evras merely made a mental note to seek him out later once she got weary (which was often, with her growing child), instead the princess focused on her siblings, an almost nostalgic smile on her lips. "Almost, except in those stories, it was always you or Net getting married first, was it not?" Evras was the last sister, so she had never imagined she would be married, at least not before Thea, who she had always thought got the beauty in the family. Nethis got the brains, Dysius would get the household as the heir, and Mihail got the attitude. Evras... well, she was just Evras, the middle child between them all.
Shaking her head slightly to remove the melancholy thoughts however, she quickly reached out to give Thea a warm embrace, briefly noting Nethis chatting with other nobles, before waving Thea over with Mihail. "How about some spiced cider? It's cold." she offered Mihail, and then asked her sister, "What about Father? Is it... alright to leave him alone?" she asked, her meaning clear. Dionysios had not been himself the last few years, Evras could scarcely remember the last time she had a proper conversation with her father.
She had been intending to lead her siblings over to the refreshments, but her movements were halted when the princess Tythra, sister to the King approached them, and Evras automatically smiled the smile her father had always ingrained in them, as the princess approached. As the princess addressed her husband however, a brief whisper of how loose the garments of her dress were brought a pang to her face - for she couldn't exactly refute their claims, and she could practically see the calculation in Tythra's eyes. The princess and head of teh Drakos household was someone known for her discerning eye, Evras could almost feel the judgemental looks, even if it was all in her head.
It had been a long day.
Essa had barely been able to keep her eyes open. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t nap, only that she was meant to be quiet. She always slept by this point in the day. She was certainly too young to care much for vows and ceremony. It all seemed pretty boring really. Enough so that she caught herself leaning against her sister’s shoulder, eyes half-closed, more drowsy than attentive. Luckily, so long as she was quiet and still, no one paid her much mind.
Now they were outside, and all desire for sleep had been pushed aside by wide-eyed wonder. The snow was deep on the young girl who was not yet four. She wanted to run and explore and play. Instead, her mother kept tugging at her cloak, pulling it tighter around her. It might have been practical, but she didn’t care about the cold, not yet at least. She wanted to be free to move and run free. She’d been being good and still and quiet all day. She was tired of that.
Her face wrinkled dramatically as her mother wiped at her face with a thumb, bouncing with impatience. She didn’t listen to her mother’s words at all. She knew the tone well enough to know that she needed to be good. Yet the word story caught her attention, almost distracting her from the older children that played nearby.
Hand in hand, her mother walked both sisters forward to greet their cousin and his new wife. Not that she understood much of the significance of that. Today meant that Evras was family now. That was all that mattered to the little girl.
“Zan Zan!” she called out with a giggle, running forward and wrapping herself around her cousin’s leg as she smiled up at him. She was old enough to use his name, but the nickname still stuck for now. “All the happy!” she added gleefully, a wide grin on her face as she looked up at all the adults around her. “Con...congratulations,” she managed, overenunciating as the word felt strange on her tongue and too long to be real. She glanced up at her mother a moment, looking for some sign that she had done well.
She turned, loosening her grip on her cousin to look at his bride. “You’re the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen,” she gushed, her voice soft with awe and her dark eyes wide. She reached out, tugging on the pretty pale blue fabric, entirely oblivious to the fact that this might draw attention to the very thing that her new cousin was hoping to hide. A matter only made worse as she stumbled lightly, her grip on Evras’s chiton being the only thing that kept her upright.
“Can I be a pretty princess someday when I grow up too?” she asked, bouncing lightly on her feet, oblivious to all but the pretty lady in front of her.
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It had been a long day.
Essa had barely been able to keep her eyes open. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t nap, only that she was meant to be quiet. She always slept by this point in the day. She was certainly too young to care much for vows and ceremony. It all seemed pretty boring really. Enough so that she caught herself leaning against her sister’s shoulder, eyes half-closed, more drowsy than attentive. Luckily, so long as she was quiet and still, no one paid her much mind.
Now they were outside, and all desire for sleep had been pushed aside by wide-eyed wonder. The snow was deep on the young girl who was not yet four. She wanted to run and explore and play. Instead, her mother kept tugging at her cloak, pulling it tighter around her. It might have been practical, but she didn’t care about the cold, not yet at least. She wanted to be free to move and run free. She’d been being good and still and quiet all day. She was tired of that.
Her face wrinkled dramatically as her mother wiped at her face with a thumb, bouncing with impatience. She didn’t listen to her mother’s words at all. She knew the tone well enough to know that she needed to be good. Yet the word story caught her attention, almost distracting her from the older children that played nearby.
Hand in hand, her mother walked both sisters forward to greet their cousin and his new wife. Not that she understood much of the significance of that. Today meant that Evras was family now. That was all that mattered to the little girl.
“Zan Zan!” she called out with a giggle, running forward and wrapping herself around her cousin’s leg as she smiled up at him. She was old enough to use his name, but the nickname still stuck for now. “All the happy!” she added gleefully, a wide grin on her face as she looked up at all the adults around her. “Con...congratulations,” she managed, overenunciating as the word felt strange on her tongue and too long to be real. She glanced up at her mother a moment, looking for some sign that she had done well.
She turned, loosening her grip on her cousin to look at his bride. “You’re the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen,” she gushed, her voice soft with awe and her dark eyes wide. She reached out, tugging on the pretty pale blue fabric, entirely oblivious to the fact that this might draw attention to the very thing that her new cousin was hoping to hide. A matter only made worse as she stumbled lightly, her grip on Evras’s chiton being the only thing that kept her upright.
“Can I be a pretty princess someday when I grow up too?” she asked, bouncing lightly on her feet, oblivious to all but the pretty lady in front of her.
It had been a long day.
Essa had barely been able to keep her eyes open. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t nap, only that she was meant to be quiet. She always slept by this point in the day. She was certainly too young to care much for vows and ceremony. It all seemed pretty boring really. Enough so that she caught herself leaning against her sister’s shoulder, eyes half-closed, more drowsy than attentive. Luckily, so long as she was quiet and still, no one paid her much mind.
Now they were outside, and all desire for sleep had been pushed aside by wide-eyed wonder. The snow was deep on the young girl who was not yet four. She wanted to run and explore and play. Instead, her mother kept tugging at her cloak, pulling it tighter around her. It might have been practical, but she didn’t care about the cold, not yet at least. She wanted to be free to move and run free. She’d been being good and still and quiet all day. She was tired of that.
Her face wrinkled dramatically as her mother wiped at her face with a thumb, bouncing with impatience. She didn’t listen to her mother’s words at all. She knew the tone well enough to know that she needed to be good. Yet the word story caught her attention, almost distracting her from the older children that played nearby.
Hand in hand, her mother walked both sisters forward to greet their cousin and his new wife. Not that she understood much of the significance of that. Today meant that Evras was family now. That was all that mattered to the little girl.
“Zan Zan!” she called out with a giggle, running forward and wrapping herself around her cousin’s leg as she smiled up at him. She was old enough to use his name, but the nickname still stuck for now. “All the happy!” she added gleefully, a wide grin on her face as she looked up at all the adults around her. “Con...congratulations,” she managed, overenunciating as the word felt strange on her tongue and too long to be real. She glanced up at her mother a moment, looking for some sign that she had done well.
She turned, loosening her grip on her cousin to look at his bride. “You’re the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen,” she gushed, her voice soft with awe and her dark eyes wide. She reached out, tugging on the pretty pale blue fabric, entirely oblivious to the fact that this might draw attention to the very thing that her new cousin was hoping to hide. A matter only made worse as she stumbled lightly, her grip on Evras’s chiton being the only thing that kept her upright.
“Can I be a pretty princess someday when I grow up too?” she asked, bouncing lightly on her feet, oblivious to all but the pretty lady in front of her.
It had been a long and stressful day for Yanni. And yet one born of necessity. She was not happy about the marriage, nor the impending child that had forced the marriage to happen. She had thought she had raised her son better than such things, and the disappointment upon hearing the news had been crushing.
But today she had put on the part of welcoming mother in law, though Evras knew well her feelings towards the whole situation. She had not made it a secret to those in her family, only to those outside her immediate relatives.
Today she was dressed regally, looking every inch the Queen she had been to the people of Colchis, dressed warmly in the Kotas colours, her brown hair done up intricately with tiny gold chains weaved throughout, her crown a top her head despite how she hated to wear it.
Today had to be perfect, and as such, Yanni had taken control of every single aspect of the celebration and ceremony. The wedding ceremony itself had gone off without a hitch, though Yanni had not stopped to give herself time to enjoy any of it. She had wished to see her son married to someone much more suitable for his position anyways, so there wasn’t much enjoyment in this for the Queen.
Now for the celebration, she expected many people in attendance, and as such she expected that something was bound to go wrong. It was very rare that anything worked like it was supposed to. But she had planned for every scenario she possibly could, and now as she descended from the Kotas manor and towards the snowy cliffs where the celebrations were to be had, her eyes were scanning for any issues.
She approached the group that had been gathering around her son and his new wife, putting on a smile for show, though anyone who knew her well enough would know it was not a genuine smile.
“Thank you all for joining us on such a joyous occasion.” She said, greeting them all in one general group. She did not care to greet them individually, nor did she feel it was necessary to.
“If you will all join us down at the celebrations, I believe that wine will be served shortly, and it will not be much longer before the food is ready.” She said, motioning to the snowy cliffs where tables had been set up in neat and careful rows for those who would be joining them, as well as open spaces with carefully burning fires so people could socialize.
Her intent was clear, to herd all of them down to where they were supposed to be.
Her attention turned to her sister in law, and she gave her a pointed look that said ‘dear Gods, please give me a reason to have a break.’
“Princess Tythra, perhaps you could assist me?” She said, motioning off to the side. Mostly she just wanted a bit of a private moment with the woman in which she felt like she could breathe.
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It had been a long and stressful day for Yanni. And yet one born of necessity. She was not happy about the marriage, nor the impending child that had forced the marriage to happen. She had thought she had raised her son better than such things, and the disappointment upon hearing the news had been crushing.
But today she had put on the part of welcoming mother in law, though Evras knew well her feelings towards the whole situation. She had not made it a secret to those in her family, only to those outside her immediate relatives.
Today she was dressed regally, looking every inch the Queen she had been to the people of Colchis, dressed warmly in the Kotas colours, her brown hair done up intricately with tiny gold chains weaved throughout, her crown a top her head despite how she hated to wear it.
Today had to be perfect, and as such, Yanni had taken control of every single aspect of the celebration and ceremony. The wedding ceremony itself had gone off without a hitch, though Yanni had not stopped to give herself time to enjoy any of it. She had wished to see her son married to someone much more suitable for his position anyways, so there wasn’t much enjoyment in this for the Queen.
Now for the celebration, she expected many people in attendance, and as such she expected that something was bound to go wrong. It was very rare that anything worked like it was supposed to. But she had planned for every scenario she possibly could, and now as she descended from the Kotas manor and towards the snowy cliffs where the celebrations were to be had, her eyes were scanning for any issues.
She approached the group that had been gathering around her son and his new wife, putting on a smile for show, though anyone who knew her well enough would know it was not a genuine smile.
“Thank you all for joining us on such a joyous occasion.” She said, greeting them all in one general group. She did not care to greet them individually, nor did she feel it was necessary to.
“If you will all join us down at the celebrations, I believe that wine will be served shortly, and it will not be much longer before the food is ready.” She said, motioning to the snowy cliffs where tables had been set up in neat and careful rows for those who would be joining them, as well as open spaces with carefully burning fires so people could socialize.
Her intent was clear, to herd all of them down to where they were supposed to be.
Her attention turned to her sister in law, and she gave her a pointed look that said ‘dear Gods, please give me a reason to have a break.’
“Princess Tythra, perhaps you could assist me?” She said, motioning off to the side. Mostly she just wanted a bit of a private moment with the woman in which she felt like she could breathe.
It had been a long and stressful day for Yanni. And yet one born of necessity. She was not happy about the marriage, nor the impending child that had forced the marriage to happen. She had thought she had raised her son better than such things, and the disappointment upon hearing the news had been crushing.
But today she had put on the part of welcoming mother in law, though Evras knew well her feelings towards the whole situation. She had not made it a secret to those in her family, only to those outside her immediate relatives.
Today she was dressed regally, looking every inch the Queen she had been to the people of Colchis, dressed warmly in the Kotas colours, her brown hair done up intricately with tiny gold chains weaved throughout, her crown a top her head despite how she hated to wear it.
Today had to be perfect, and as such, Yanni had taken control of every single aspect of the celebration and ceremony. The wedding ceremony itself had gone off without a hitch, though Yanni had not stopped to give herself time to enjoy any of it. She had wished to see her son married to someone much more suitable for his position anyways, so there wasn’t much enjoyment in this for the Queen.
Now for the celebration, she expected many people in attendance, and as such she expected that something was bound to go wrong. It was very rare that anything worked like it was supposed to. But she had planned for every scenario she possibly could, and now as she descended from the Kotas manor and towards the snowy cliffs where the celebrations were to be had, her eyes were scanning for any issues.
She approached the group that had been gathering around her son and his new wife, putting on a smile for show, though anyone who knew her well enough would know it was not a genuine smile.
“Thank you all for joining us on such a joyous occasion.” She said, greeting them all in one general group. She did not care to greet them individually, nor did she feel it was necessary to.
“If you will all join us down at the celebrations, I believe that wine will be served shortly, and it will not be much longer before the food is ready.” She said, motioning to the snowy cliffs where tables had been set up in neat and careful rows for those who would be joining them, as well as open spaces with carefully burning fires so people could socialize.
Her intent was clear, to herd all of them down to where they were supposed to be.
Her attention turned to her sister in law, and she gave her a pointed look that said ‘dear Gods, please give me a reason to have a break.’
“Princess Tythra, perhaps you could assist me?” She said, motioning off to the side. Mostly she just wanted a bit of a private moment with the woman in which she felt like she could breathe.
The Vangelis of his nineteenth summer was of little but slight difference to that of his thirtieth. Having already survived his first two war campaigns, he had been forced to become a man with far more speed than most. His first venture to the north had been a harrowing escapade that had been intended to last four months. It had stretched to four years instead. Never returning home in that time, never seeking the kindness and connection of his family, Vangelis had been forced to grow into an individual that was unique and detached from those he shared blood with. Whilst his heart beat with an intensity to protect those for whom he cared - his family the top of that list - he now held a sort of distant persona that was becoming more and more impenetrable as the years passed. In terms of personal intimacy, Vangelis offered little to nothing and remained cold and secular.
He had started to be coined as the 'Stone Prince'.
In a few years, when that guarded expression and cool visage was maintained before the spilling of blood and tearing of flesh on battlefronts around the known world, the new title of Blood General would be lent to Vangelis' name. But, for now, the hooded gaze and distant attitude of a man who saw little purpose in his own presence at social events was only whispered about in polite and high society circles. Where the 'Stone Prince' had become the latest nickname for the first-born son of the king.
Returning from his second campaign overseas, Vangelis had been told to finalise and conclude the skirmishes, in his last duty as Captain of the Red Knights. At the promise of his father, he would take on the mantel of Commander, should that particularly task be completed in a timely manner. The King had held enough confidence in his son to return to the capitol in time for the Prince Zanon's decision to marry his sweetheart. Vangelis had been away from home when such news had been announced.
And yet, he had been determined to reach home before the ceremony itself.
Failing on that ambition, Vangelis' ship was pulling into the Midas docks when Prince Zanon was wed to the Lady Evras of Thanasi. He was still an hour away from the Upper Levels when he the Gods bestowed him a new sister-in-law and by the time he made it to the Kotas estate, several of his personal guards in tow whilst he rest of his men remained behind, all of the guests to the festivities had found themselves to the grounds of the estate.
Knowing that salty armour with an under-tunic sweat through from chills was hardly the attire for his brother's wedding, Vangelis ran to the estates front gates and headed inside with a speed that would have been undignified if it had been noticed. Instead, he took the back corridors and servants’ routes that he had known since he was a child, to reach his chambers. Along the way, he ran into only three maids and one of the household stewards. All had stared at him wide-eyed and surprised by his advent. The steward, he had stopped.
"Bring me a bucket of water." He had instructed. His gesture implied that the item was to be brought to his rooms.
He had no time to wait for a bath to be warmed or maids to tend to his skin. He would dunk his head, run a rag over his body and ensure he didn't smell of sea and sweat. It was the best he could do without missing the event altogether.
Ignoring the winter cold and the frozen tundra that was his chambers - for no servants had known of his arrival due that day or that he would require a fire in the pit - Vangelis stripped himself naked, cleaned quickly and then reached for the most appropriate clothing he could find. Dressed in a deep maroon chiton that ran from neck to legs but hung sleeveless at his shoulders, he refastened his leather bracers on his forearms, pulled on fur-lined boots against the chill of the month and decked his upper arms with bands of gold. The crown he had never much liked wearing was set about his temples and he pulled out his warmest cloak. The outer side was a fine leather, with its internal seam made from wolf's pelt. He tied it around his shoulders, settled his belt and swords at his hips, discarded his bow and arrow onto his bed and headed back outside as quickly as his could.
The moment he stepped out into the snowy cold, Vangelis felt tendrils of his hair - still wet from the dunking he had given himself - freeze into place. But he didn't exactly care for his hair. Instead, he headed towards the gardens with the gait of a man that had now seen two victorious terms at war and a height that was rapidly approaching his full frame. Not yet filled out in the shoulders, the fur cloak saw to making him wider than he was and, in his entirety, Vangelis cut an imposing figure.
His arrival at the event was likely to cause a stir but he didn't notice one himself. Instead, he headed directly for his mother the Queen, for whom else would he greet first and foremost on his return from the Northern Lands?
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The Vangelis of his nineteenth summer was of little but slight difference to that of his thirtieth. Having already survived his first two war campaigns, he had been forced to become a man with far more speed than most. His first venture to the north had been a harrowing escapade that had been intended to last four months. It had stretched to four years instead. Never returning home in that time, never seeking the kindness and connection of his family, Vangelis had been forced to grow into an individual that was unique and detached from those he shared blood with. Whilst his heart beat with an intensity to protect those for whom he cared - his family the top of that list - he now held a sort of distant persona that was becoming more and more impenetrable as the years passed. In terms of personal intimacy, Vangelis offered little to nothing and remained cold and secular.
He had started to be coined as the 'Stone Prince'.
In a few years, when that guarded expression and cool visage was maintained before the spilling of blood and tearing of flesh on battlefronts around the known world, the new title of Blood General would be lent to Vangelis' name. But, for now, the hooded gaze and distant attitude of a man who saw little purpose in his own presence at social events was only whispered about in polite and high society circles. Where the 'Stone Prince' had become the latest nickname for the first-born son of the king.
Returning from his second campaign overseas, Vangelis had been told to finalise and conclude the skirmishes, in his last duty as Captain of the Red Knights. At the promise of his father, he would take on the mantel of Commander, should that particularly task be completed in a timely manner. The King had held enough confidence in his son to return to the capitol in time for the Prince Zanon's decision to marry his sweetheart. Vangelis had been away from home when such news had been announced.
And yet, he had been determined to reach home before the ceremony itself.
Failing on that ambition, Vangelis' ship was pulling into the Midas docks when Prince Zanon was wed to the Lady Evras of Thanasi. He was still an hour away from the Upper Levels when he the Gods bestowed him a new sister-in-law and by the time he made it to the Kotas estate, several of his personal guards in tow whilst he rest of his men remained behind, all of the guests to the festivities had found themselves to the grounds of the estate.
Knowing that salty armour with an under-tunic sweat through from chills was hardly the attire for his brother's wedding, Vangelis ran to the estates front gates and headed inside with a speed that would have been undignified if it had been noticed. Instead, he took the back corridors and servants’ routes that he had known since he was a child, to reach his chambers. Along the way, he ran into only three maids and one of the household stewards. All had stared at him wide-eyed and surprised by his advent. The steward, he had stopped.
"Bring me a bucket of water." He had instructed. His gesture implied that the item was to be brought to his rooms.
He had no time to wait for a bath to be warmed or maids to tend to his skin. He would dunk his head, run a rag over his body and ensure he didn't smell of sea and sweat. It was the best he could do without missing the event altogether.
Ignoring the winter cold and the frozen tundra that was his chambers - for no servants had known of his arrival due that day or that he would require a fire in the pit - Vangelis stripped himself naked, cleaned quickly and then reached for the most appropriate clothing he could find. Dressed in a deep maroon chiton that ran from neck to legs but hung sleeveless at his shoulders, he refastened his leather bracers on his forearms, pulled on fur-lined boots against the chill of the month and decked his upper arms with bands of gold. The crown he had never much liked wearing was set about his temples and he pulled out his warmest cloak. The outer side was a fine leather, with its internal seam made from wolf's pelt. He tied it around his shoulders, settled his belt and swords at his hips, discarded his bow and arrow onto his bed and headed back outside as quickly as his could.
The moment he stepped out into the snowy cold, Vangelis felt tendrils of his hair - still wet from the dunking he had given himself - freeze into place. But he didn't exactly care for his hair. Instead, he headed towards the gardens with the gait of a man that had now seen two victorious terms at war and a height that was rapidly approaching his full frame. Not yet filled out in the shoulders, the fur cloak saw to making him wider than he was and, in his entirety, Vangelis cut an imposing figure.
His arrival at the event was likely to cause a stir but he didn't notice one himself. Instead, he headed directly for his mother the Queen, for whom else would he greet first and foremost on his return from the Northern Lands?
The Vangelis of his nineteenth summer was of little but slight difference to that of his thirtieth. Having already survived his first two war campaigns, he had been forced to become a man with far more speed than most. His first venture to the north had been a harrowing escapade that had been intended to last four months. It had stretched to four years instead. Never returning home in that time, never seeking the kindness and connection of his family, Vangelis had been forced to grow into an individual that was unique and detached from those he shared blood with. Whilst his heart beat with an intensity to protect those for whom he cared - his family the top of that list - he now held a sort of distant persona that was becoming more and more impenetrable as the years passed. In terms of personal intimacy, Vangelis offered little to nothing and remained cold and secular.
He had started to be coined as the 'Stone Prince'.
In a few years, when that guarded expression and cool visage was maintained before the spilling of blood and tearing of flesh on battlefronts around the known world, the new title of Blood General would be lent to Vangelis' name. But, for now, the hooded gaze and distant attitude of a man who saw little purpose in his own presence at social events was only whispered about in polite and high society circles. Where the 'Stone Prince' had become the latest nickname for the first-born son of the king.
Returning from his second campaign overseas, Vangelis had been told to finalise and conclude the skirmishes, in his last duty as Captain of the Red Knights. At the promise of his father, he would take on the mantel of Commander, should that particularly task be completed in a timely manner. The King had held enough confidence in his son to return to the capitol in time for the Prince Zanon's decision to marry his sweetheart. Vangelis had been away from home when such news had been announced.
And yet, he had been determined to reach home before the ceremony itself.
Failing on that ambition, Vangelis' ship was pulling into the Midas docks when Prince Zanon was wed to the Lady Evras of Thanasi. He was still an hour away from the Upper Levels when he the Gods bestowed him a new sister-in-law and by the time he made it to the Kotas estate, several of his personal guards in tow whilst he rest of his men remained behind, all of the guests to the festivities had found themselves to the grounds of the estate.
Knowing that salty armour with an under-tunic sweat through from chills was hardly the attire for his brother's wedding, Vangelis ran to the estates front gates and headed inside with a speed that would have been undignified if it had been noticed. Instead, he took the back corridors and servants’ routes that he had known since he was a child, to reach his chambers. Along the way, he ran into only three maids and one of the household stewards. All had stared at him wide-eyed and surprised by his advent. The steward, he had stopped.
"Bring me a bucket of water." He had instructed. His gesture implied that the item was to be brought to his rooms.
He had no time to wait for a bath to be warmed or maids to tend to his skin. He would dunk his head, run a rag over his body and ensure he didn't smell of sea and sweat. It was the best he could do without missing the event altogether.
Ignoring the winter cold and the frozen tundra that was his chambers - for no servants had known of his arrival due that day or that he would require a fire in the pit - Vangelis stripped himself naked, cleaned quickly and then reached for the most appropriate clothing he could find. Dressed in a deep maroon chiton that ran from neck to legs but hung sleeveless at his shoulders, he refastened his leather bracers on his forearms, pulled on fur-lined boots against the chill of the month and decked his upper arms with bands of gold. The crown he had never much liked wearing was set about his temples and he pulled out his warmest cloak. The outer side was a fine leather, with its internal seam made from wolf's pelt. He tied it around his shoulders, settled his belt and swords at his hips, discarded his bow and arrow onto his bed and headed back outside as quickly as his could.
The moment he stepped out into the snowy cold, Vangelis felt tendrils of his hair - still wet from the dunking he had given himself - freeze into place. But he didn't exactly care for his hair. Instead, he headed towards the gardens with the gait of a man that had now seen two victorious terms at war and a height that was rapidly approaching his full frame. Not yet filled out in the shoulders, the fur cloak saw to making him wider than he was and, in his entirety, Vangelis cut an imposing figure.
His arrival at the event was likely to cause a stir but he didn't notice one himself. Instead, he headed directly for his mother the Queen, for whom else would he greet first and foremost on his return from the Northern Lands?
It was a momentous day in history, and Euterpe was excited to be a part of it. One of a small retinue of priestesses from Hera’s and Aphrodite’s temples sent to witness and bless the union of Evras of Thanasi and Zanon of Kotas, the redhead’s young heart swelled with pride to know she was one of only two acolytes chosen to accompany the elder women. Of course, her job was more to attend the older priestesses than to have any real bearing on the wedding, however, she was thrilled, nonetheless. A month shy of her fifteenth birthday, Euterpe would soon join the priesthood proper. From the time she was a young child, she had been told of the potential she bore, and the girl meant to make the temple proud.
Tall and gangly of limb, Euterpe’s rounded and somewhat childish face already showed promise of the great beauty she would become. Deep set hazel eyes framed by thick lashes took in the wintry scene around her, wide and bright with wonder. As a nod to her youth, her features were left bare of any cosmetics, but the nip in the air was enough to bring a natural rouge to her cheeks and lips, coloring her pale skin as softly exhaled breaths colored the air around her. Pulling her fur-lined cloak tighter against the cold, flame-colored hair peeked from beneath the cowl of a deep hood. A pale chiton of thickly woven silk brushed against the tops of sturdy boots as she trudged through the snow, dropping her gaze to her feet to ensure she didn’t slip. Such embarrassment was the last thing she needed when she so desperately wished to impress the other priestesses. If she tripped and fell at such an important event… what if they wouldn’t let her be a priestess any more? What if she was deemed too imperfect to serve Aphrodite? What if…
Cutting off her self-deprecating thoughts before they consumed her, Euterpe focused instead on simply placing one foot in front of the other, trailing toward the back of the retinue. The High Priestesses of Hera and Aphrodite were the first to approach the Prince and new Princess, dropping in deep curtsies as they offered congratulations and benediction alike. Their greetings done, each of the priestesses that accompanied them offered their own version of the same greeting until it was Euterpe’s turn.
Awestruck at the sight of royalty, she could hardly keep her gaze from the beautiful visage of Evras of Thanasi before settling on the ruggedly handsome one of Zanon of Kotas. Speechless for a moment, she realized she was gawking before hastily dipping into the same sort of curtsy her companions had performed. “May Aphrodite bless and keep you,” the acolyte murmured in a mousey squeak, realizing she was expected to say something. Looking back up at them again, she blushed and swallowed hard before dropping her gaze back to the ground. “Thank you for having us here today.”
Quickly backing away before she could make an utter fool of herself, she scuttled to the High Priestess’s side. Chuckling warmly, the woman placed a gentle hand on Euterpe’s head. “It’s all right, sweet one. No one is ever really prepared for their first brush with royalty. Go on now; we shall call for you if you’re needed. Enjoy the festivities, but be careful. Remember who we are here to represent.”
The girl offered a sage nod. “Yes, mistress. Thank you.”
With that, the High Priestess left her, Euterpe gazing around her with a shy and self-conscious countenance. What was she to do now? Should she simply be a burr in the side of the other priestesses or try to approach the nobles? The former seemed a rather pointless waste and the latter quite intimidating, so she simply opted to pluck a glass of mulled cider from a passing servant’s tray. Sipping it slowly, she sighed blissfully as the warmth of the beverage spread through her belly.
Before she could make a decision on what to do next, something cold and wet suddenly hit her in the back, Euterpe gasping in surprise and turning around. Snow slowly crumbled from her cloak as the ball fell apart, the acolyte undecided whether to be amused or upset. Unsure who to blame, Euterpe’s brows drew together in a frown even as she leaned down to scoop up her own snowball in preparation of retaliation.
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It was a momentous day in history, and Euterpe was excited to be a part of it. One of a small retinue of priestesses from Hera’s and Aphrodite’s temples sent to witness and bless the union of Evras of Thanasi and Zanon of Kotas, the redhead’s young heart swelled with pride to know she was one of only two acolytes chosen to accompany the elder women. Of course, her job was more to attend the older priestesses than to have any real bearing on the wedding, however, she was thrilled, nonetheless. A month shy of her fifteenth birthday, Euterpe would soon join the priesthood proper. From the time she was a young child, she had been told of the potential she bore, and the girl meant to make the temple proud.
Tall and gangly of limb, Euterpe’s rounded and somewhat childish face already showed promise of the great beauty she would become. Deep set hazel eyes framed by thick lashes took in the wintry scene around her, wide and bright with wonder. As a nod to her youth, her features were left bare of any cosmetics, but the nip in the air was enough to bring a natural rouge to her cheeks and lips, coloring her pale skin as softly exhaled breaths colored the air around her. Pulling her fur-lined cloak tighter against the cold, flame-colored hair peeked from beneath the cowl of a deep hood. A pale chiton of thickly woven silk brushed against the tops of sturdy boots as she trudged through the snow, dropping her gaze to her feet to ensure she didn’t slip. Such embarrassment was the last thing she needed when she so desperately wished to impress the other priestesses. If she tripped and fell at such an important event… what if they wouldn’t let her be a priestess any more? What if she was deemed too imperfect to serve Aphrodite? What if…
Cutting off her self-deprecating thoughts before they consumed her, Euterpe focused instead on simply placing one foot in front of the other, trailing toward the back of the retinue. The High Priestesses of Hera and Aphrodite were the first to approach the Prince and new Princess, dropping in deep curtsies as they offered congratulations and benediction alike. Their greetings done, each of the priestesses that accompanied them offered their own version of the same greeting until it was Euterpe’s turn.
Awestruck at the sight of royalty, she could hardly keep her gaze from the beautiful visage of Evras of Thanasi before settling on the ruggedly handsome one of Zanon of Kotas. Speechless for a moment, she realized she was gawking before hastily dipping into the same sort of curtsy her companions had performed. “May Aphrodite bless and keep you,” the acolyte murmured in a mousey squeak, realizing she was expected to say something. Looking back up at them again, she blushed and swallowed hard before dropping her gaze back to the ground. “Thank you for having us here today.”
Quickly backing away before she could make an utter fool of herself, she scuttled to the High Priestess’s side. Chuckling warmly, the woman placed a gentle hand on Euterpe’s head. “It’s all right, sweet one. No one is ever really prepared for their first brush with royalty. Go on now; we shall call for you if you’re needed. Enjoy the festivities, but be careful. Remember who we are here to represent.”
The girl offered a sage nod. “Yes, mistress. Thank you.”
With that, the High Priestess left her, Euterpe gazing around her with a shy and self-conscious countenance. What was she to do now? Should she simply be a burr in the side of the other priestesses or try to approach the nobles? The former seemed a rather pointless waste and the latter quite intimidating, so she simply opted to pluck a glass of mulled cider from a passing servant’s tray. Sipping it slowly, she sighed blissfully as the warmth of the beverage spread through her belly.
Before she could make a decision on what to do next, something cold and wet suddenly hit her in the back, Euterpe gasping in surprise and turning around. Snow slowly crumbled from her cloak as the ball fell apart, the acolyte undecided whether to be amused or upset. Unsure who to blame, Euterpe’s brows drew together in a frown even as she leaned down to scoop up her own snowball in preparation of retaliation.
It was a momentous day in history, and Euterpe was excited to be a part of it. One of a small retinue of priestesses from Hera’s and Aphrodite’s temples sent to witness and bless the union of Evras of Thanasi and Zanon of Kotas, the redhead’s young heart swelled with pride to know she was one of only two acolytes chosen to accompany the elder women. Of course, her job was more to attend the older priestesses than to have any real bearing on the wedding, however, she was thrilled, nonetheless. A month shy of her fifteenth birthday, Euterpe would soon join the priesthood proper. From the time she was a young child, she had been told of the potential she bore, and the girl meant to make the temple proud.
Tall and gangly of limb, Euterpe’s rounded and somewhat childish face already showed promise of the great beauty she would become. Deep set hazel eyes framed by thick lashes took in the wintry scene around her, wide and bright with wonder. As a nod to her youth, her features were left bare of any cosmetics, but the nip in the air was enough to bring a natural rouge to her cheeks and lips, coloring her pale skin as softly exhaled breaths colored the air around her. Pulling her fur-lined cloak tighter against the cold, flame-colored hair peeked from beneath the cowl of a deep hood. A pale chiton of thickly woven silk brushed against the tops of sturdy boots as she trudged through the snow, dropping her gaze to her feet to ensure she didn’t slip. Such embarrassment was the last thing she needed when she so desperately wished to impress the other priestesses. If she tripped and fell at such an important event… what if they wouldn’t let her be a priestess any more? What if she was deemed too imperfect to serve Aphrodite? What if…
Cutting off her self-deprecating thoughts before they consumed her, Euterpe focused instead on simply placing one foot in front of the other, trailing toward the back of the retinue. The High Priestesses of Hera and Aphrodite were the first to approach the Prince and new Princess, dropping in deep curtsies as they offered congratulations and benediction alike. Their greetings done, each of the priestesses that accompanied them offered their own version of the same greeting until it was Euterpe’s turn.
Awestruck at the sight of royalty, she could hardly keep her gaze from the beautiful visage of Evras of Thanasi before settling on the ruggedly handsome one of Zanon of Kotas. Speechless for a moment, she realized she was gawking before hastily dipping into the same sort of curtsy her companions had performed. “May Aphrodite bless and keep you,” the acolyte murmured in a mousey squeak, realizing she was expected to say something. Looking back up at them again, she blushed and swallowed hard before dropping her gaze back to the ground. “Thank you for having us here today.”
Quickly backing away before she could make an utter fool of herself, she scuttled to the High Priestess’s side. Chuckling warmly, the woman placed a gentle hand on Euterpe’s head. “It’s all right, sweet one. No one is ever really prepared for their first brush with royalty. Go on now; we shall call for you if you’re needed. Enjoy the festivities, but be careful. Remember who we are here to represent.”
The girl offered a sage nod. “Yes, mistress. Thank you.”
With that, the High Priestess left her, Euterpe gazing around her with a shy and self-conscious countenance. What was she to do now? Should she simply be a burr in the side of the other priestesses or try to approach the nobles? The former seemed a rather pointless waste and the latter quite intimidating, so she simply opted to pluck a glass of mulled cider from a passing servant’s tray. Sipping it slowly, she sighed blissfully as the warmth of the beverage spread through her belly.
Before she could make a decision on what to do next, something cold and wet suddenly hit her in the back, Euterpe gasping in surprise and turning around. Snow slowly crumbled from her cloak as the ball fell apart, the acolyte undecided whether to be amused or upset. Unsure who to blame, Euterpe’s brows drew together in a frown even as she leaned down to scoop up her own snowball in preparation of retaliation.
With so many people gathered around her brother and new sister-in-law, it was easy for Athanasia to slip away when her mother approached them. She had been following the Queen around since the boring ceremony had ended, trying to act like the perfect little princess she was supposed to be. The six-year-old certainly looked like one, wrapped in fur from head to toe. Beneath her warm outerwear, she wore a thick silk rose-colored chiton, a muted shade of the Kotas colors that was suitable for her age.
Her burnished gold hair had been left loose at her insistence that it would further protect her from the cold. Whether that was true or not, she did not know. She just wanted to feel it bounce against her waist whenever she took a step in her pretty fur-lined boots. Her lavender hooded cloak, also lined and trimmed with fur, was held in place by a silver filigree brooch with a diamond in the center that matched the fibulae that fastened her chiton at her shoulders and along both arms.
Around her neck, she wore a silver chain with a teardrop-shaped diamond hanging from its center and bands of silver filigree studded with diamonds encircled her arms. Her forehead was adorned with a circlet of silver and diamonds that denoted her position as a princess of Colchis.
Traipsing through the snow, occasionally looking back to see the tiny imprints left by her boots, she hoped that Imeeya would join her soon. Athanasia had seen her with her mother and sister greeting Zan and Evras. Maybe she would be able to slip away soon and they could have a snowball fight like some of the other children were already doing.
I must practice so I will be better than her, she thought as she bent down and formed a snowball. The fluffy substance was so cold that she could feel its chill through her thick fur-lined gloves. When she was satisfied with it, she stood up and hurled it, not expecting it to hit anything. Her eyes widened in surprise as it splashed against the back of a young woman.
Oops!
Her victim turned around. She had beautiful red hair. Athanasia expected her to be angry but she scooped some snow in her hands instead. The little girl grinned at her, fully prepared to retaliate if she dared to throw a snowball at the youngest member of the Colchis royal familly. Athanasia hoped that she did. Maybe she would make a new friend today.
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With so many people gathered around her brother and new sister-in-law, it was easy for Athanasia to slip away when her mother approached them. She had been following the Queen around since the boring ceremony had ended, trying to act like the perfect little princess she was supposed to be. The six-year-old certainly looked like one, wrapped in fur from head to toe. Beneath her warm outerwear, she wore a thick silk rose-colored chiton, a muted shade of the Kotas colors that was suitable for her age.
Her burnished gold hair had been left loose at her insistence that it would further protect her from the cold. Whether that was true or not, she did not know. She just wanted to feel it bounce against her waist whenever she took a step in her pretty fur-lined boots. Her lavender hooded cloak, also lined and trimmed with fur, was held in place by a silver filigree brooch with a diamond in the center that matched the fibulae that fastened her chiton at her shoulders and along both arms.
Around her neck, she wore a silver chain with a teardrop-shaped diamond hanging from its center and bands of silver filigree studded with diamonds encircled her arms. Her forehead was adorned with a circlet of silver and diamonds that denoted her position as a princess of Colchis.
Traipsing through the snow, occasionally looking back to see the tiny imprints left by her boots, she hoped that Imeeya would join her soon. Athanasia had seen her with her mother and sister greeting Zan and Evras. Maybe she would be able to slip away soon and they could have a snowball fight like some of the other children were already doing.
I must practice so I will be better than her, she thought as she bent down and formed a snowball. The fluffy substance was so cold that she could feel its chill through her thick fur-lined gloves. When she was satisfied with it, she stood up and hurled it, not expecting it to hit anything. Her eyes widened in surprise as it splashed against the back of a young woman.
Oops!
Her victim turned around. She had beautiful red hair. Athanasia expected her to be angry but she scooped some snow in her hands instead. The little girl grinned at her, fully prepared to retaliate if she dared to throw a snowball at the youngest member of the Colchis royal familly. Athanasia hoped that she did. Maybe she would make a new friend today.
With so many people gathered around her brother and new sister-in-law, it was easy for Athanasia to slip away when her mother approached them. She had been following the Queen around since the boring ceremony had ended, trying to act like the perfect little princess she was supposed to be. The six-year-old certainly looked like one, wrapped in fur from head to toe. Beneath her warm outerwear, she wore a thick silk rose-colored chiton, a muted shade of the Kotas colors that was suitable for her age.
Her burnished gold hair had been left loose at her insistence that it would further protect her from the cold. Whether that was true or not, she did not know. She just wanted to feel it bounce against her waist whenever she took a step in her pretty fur-lined boots. Her lavender hooded cloak, also lined and trimmed with fur, was held in place by a silver filigree brooch with a diamond in the center that matched the fibulae that fastened her chiton at her shoulders and along both arms.
Around her neck, she wore a silver chain with a teardrop-shaped diamond hanging from its center and bands of silver filigree studded with diamonds encircled her arms. Her forehead was adorned with a circlet of silver and diamonds that denoted her position as a princess of Colchis.
Traipsing through the snow, occasionally looking back to see the tiny imprints left by her boots, she hoped that Imeeya would join her soon. Athanasia had seen her with her mother and sister greeting Zan and Evras. Maybe she would be able to slip away soon and they could have a snowball fight like some of the other children were already doing.
I must practice so I will be better than her, she thought as she bent down and formed a snowball. The fluffy substance was so cold that she could feel its chill through her thick fur-lined gloves. When she was satisfied with it, she stood up and hurled it, not expecting it to hit anything. Her eyes widened in surprise as it splashed against the back of a young woman.
Oops!
Her victim turned around. She had beautiful red hair. Athanasia expected her to be angry but she scooped some snow in her hands instead. The little girl grinned at her, fully prepared to retaliate if she dared to throw a snowball at the youngest member of the Colchis royal familly. Athanasia hoped that she did. Maybe she would make a new friend today.
Upon seeing who it was that struck her with the ball of slush, Euterpe’s face softened. A radiant child in fine clothing with the face of a nymph grinned at her, and the acolyte felt her lips twitch up in response. The girl couldn’t have been more than six or seven, and she sparkled with the mischief that came with such a tender age. Of course, Euterpe had no idea this child was in fact the youngest princess; all she saw was the chance to ease her anxiety and have a little fun.
Dropping some of the snow from her gloved fingers so the ball wouldn’t be quite so large, Euterpe rolled it between her hands with a twinkle in her eye. “Better watch out!” she called across the snowy distance between them, gently lobbing the snowball in her direction. Giggling, she ran in the opposite direction before she could see if she had struck true, though she didn’t run too far. At over twice the girl’s age, she could easily outmaneuver her, but what fun was that? The child seemed just as eager for a game as she did, and Euterpe didn’t want to disappoint.
Was it immature for a girl of fourteen, and an acolyte to the priesthood at that, to engage in a snowball fight with a girl half her size? Perhaps, but the wintry weather could bring out the child in everyone. The High Priestess herself told her to have fun, and it wasn’t like she and the little girl were the only ones lobbing snowy projectiles at each other. Could she really be faulted for a bit of frolicking? Perhaps, but in that moment, she didn’t particularly care.
So intent on her escape she was that she didn’t even notice where she was going when she ran smack dab into another boy closer to her age. Looking shocked at both his presence and the fact that she had so blindly collided with him, Euterpe froze and stared wide-eyed into his face. Should she apologize? Keep running? Chances were, he was probably a noble, so maybe that was disrespectful. But what if he wanted to play too?
After a moment of being frozen in place, Euterpe suddenly grinned, leaning down to swipe another handful of snow from the ground. Balling it up and throwing it at his chest before he could stop her, her rosy face was pure mischief. “Catch me if you can!” she cried in delight before running off again, this time in the direction of the girl instead of away from her.
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Upon seeing who it was that struck her with the ball of slush, Euterpe’s face softened. A radiant child in fine clothing with the face of a nymph grinned at her, and the acolyte felt her lips twitch up in response. The girl couldn’t have been more than six or seven, and she sparkled with the mischief that came with such a tender age. Of course, Euterpe had no idea this child was in fact the youngest princess; all she saw was the chance to ease her anxiety and have a little fun.
Dropping some of the snow from her gloved fingers so the ball wouldn’t be quite so large, Euterpe rolled it between her hands with a twinkle in her eye. “Better watch out!” she called across the snowy distance between them, gently lobbing the snowball in her direction. Giggling, she ran in the opposite direction before she could see if she had struck true, though she didn’t run too far. At over twice the girl’s age, she could easily outmaneuver her, but what fun was that? The child seemed just as eager for a game as she did, and Euterpe didn’t want to disappoint.
Was it immature for a girl of fourteen, and an acolyte to the priesthood at that, to engage in a snowball fight with a girl half her size? Perhaps, but the wintry weather could bring out the child in everyone. The High Priestess herself told her to have fun, and it wasn’t like she and the little girl were the only ones lobbing snowy projectiles at each other. Could she really be faulted for a bit of frolicking? Perhaps, but in that moment, she didn’t particularly care.
So intent on her escape she was that she didn’t even notice where she was going when she ran smack dab into another boy closer to her age. Looking shocked at both his presence and the fact that she had so blindly collided with him, Euterpe froze and stared wide-eyed into his face. Should she apologize? Keep running? Chances were, he was probably a noble, so maybe that was disrespectful. But what if he wanted to play too?
After a moment of being frozen in place, Euterpe suddenly grinned, leaning down to swipe another handful of snow from the ground. Balling it up and throwing it at his chest before he could stop her, her rosy face was pure mischief. “Catch me if you can!” she cried in delight before running off again, this time in the direction of the girl instead of away from her.
Upon seeing who it was that struck her with the ball of slush, Euterpe’s face softened. A radiant child in fine clothing with the face of a nymph grinned at her, and the acolyte felt her lips twitch up in response. The girl couldn’t have been more than six or seven, and she sparkled with the mischief that came with such a tender age. Of course, Euterpe had no idea this child was in fact the youngest princess; all she saw was the chance to ease her anxiety and have a little fun.
Dropping some of the snow from her gloved fingers so the ball wouldn’t be quite so large, Euterpe rolled it between her hands with a twinkle in her eye. “Better watch out!” she called across the snowy distance between them, gently lobbing the snowball in her direction. Giggling, she ran in the opposite direction before she could see if she had struck true, though she didn’t run too far. At over twice the girl’s age, she could easily outmaneuver her, but what fun was that? The child seemed just as eager for a game as she did, and Euterpe didn’t want to disappoint.
Was it immature for a girl of fourteen, and an acolyte to the priesthood at that, to engage in a snowball fight with a girl half her size? Perhaps, but the wintry weather could bring out the child in everyone. The High Priestess herself told her to have fun, and it wasn’t like she and the little girl were the only ones lobbing snowy projectiles at each other. Could she really be faulted for a bit of frolicking? Perhaps, but in that moment, she didn’t particularly care.
So intent on her escape she was that she didn’t even notice where she was going when she ran smack dab into another boy closer to her age. Looking shocked at both his presence and the fact that she had so blindly collided with him, Euterpe froze and stared wide-eyed into his face. Should she apologize? Keep running? Chances were, he was probably a noble, so maybe that was disrespectful. But what if he wanted to play too?
After a moment of being frozen in place, Euterpe suddenly grinned, leaning down to swipe another handful of snow from the ground. Balling it up and throwing it at his chest before he could stop her, her rosy face was pure mischief. “Catch me if you can!” she cried in delight before running off again, this time in the direction of the girl instead of away from her.
The second prince woke the day of his wedding with mixed feelings. On one hand, to be wed to such a beauty and already have the promise of being a father soon was a blessing, and he had won over those who stood against him when he had asked for this union. On the other, seventeen felt far too young to be a married man. He was doing what was honorable, in ensuring that his child was not born a bastard, but there felt a hesitation and uncertainty as he dressed for the day. There was so much life left, so many more women to meet, what if he had made a horrible mistake?
Dressed richly in a chiton of deep maroon with a belt of gold and fur trimmed himation of the same dark red of his clothing, the prince felt as if he was underwater for the entirety of the wedding ceremony. The gold ring he slipped on Evras' finger felt as if they were playacting, but the expressions on the faces of those around them told just how deathly serious this all truly was. Once they had sealed their union, there was not a moment's rest for the newly wed couple to talk, taken from one place to the next to prepare for the feast that would be held later.
He emerged in the snowy field holding his new wife's hand, black trousers and boots now covering his legs to protect against the white powder on the ground, and his thin golden circlet crown settled atop his dark brown locks. He'd been cajoled into shaving and trimming his mane for the day, and the more he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrored surfaces, the more he hated it. His jaw felt too weak without the stubbled beard he tried to keep to define it. In comparison to Vangelis and his father's strong jaws he looked positively childish.
As they arrived and took their places the first of their guests to approach was his new brother-in-law, and he couldn't help but smile at Mihail's antics. The hug about his middle caught him off guard, but then his smile widened and he ruffled the boy's hair with a chuckle. "Perhaps when you're old enough we can get you a proper crown, once you've proven you deserve one." The boy's request that his sister be treated like a queen was met with a solemn vow, and Zanon placed a hand over his heart to swear as his sister-in-law approached. "Thank you, Lady Thea. Lord Mihail, I swear Evras will always be treated like a queen in my care."
Giving a nod to her sister, he released his wife to embrace her relatives, still watching cautiously at their interactions. Rumor had it Thea and Nethis were witches, some dared to lump Evras in with them, and whether he fully believed it or not he would always prefer to be safe than sorry when magic was involved. His fears were dissolved as soon as the tiny blur that was his cousin wrapped about his leg, and he laughed brightly as she stumbled through her congratulations. Essa could always make him smile, her sweet disposition was like sunshine on a cloudy day. The way she was tugging on Evras' dress though could cause issues for them shortly if anyone was paying too close attention. Scooping her up in his arms, he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"You will be the prettiest princess of them all one day Essie." His aunt and Imeeya approached at a more sedate pace and he smiled to them both. "Aunt Tythra, thank you for your kind words. Your support means more than we can say." His father's sister knew something, she had to. Tythra was cleverer than most of them put together, and though he hadn't wanted to hide the pregnancy from family, he doubted it was a true secret from those who looked close enough. The sight of his mother's approach had him setting Essa down on the ground again, wanting to embrace her and gain reassurance that she would not be ashamed of him forever. Here was hardly the place to do it, but there was an expression in his eyes he couldn't hide.
Of all of her sons Zanon felt that he was perhaps most like her, or at the very least had inherited more of the Taengean side. To know that he had disappointed her and his father was still a sore wound he knew he would have to bear always. "Mother, thank you. Everything is beautiful." There would be time made for more words later, but at the moment it appeared that a snowball fight had broken out among some of the younger guests, now including the young priestess who had just greeted them. She was a pretty little thing, and it was moments like this when he realized just how little sampling of what was on offer he'd managed. He loved Evras, he did. He knew that without a doubt. But there was something about the other pairs of rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes that caught his attention just as much.
He was saved from his inappropriate thoughts by the approach of someone familiar, who he hadn't thought he would see in a long while, much less be here on this day. Vangelis was the man he wished he could be, but knew full well he could not. At nineteen he was only two years older, yet somehow so much wiser and stronger, and Zanon could only hope to try and keep up. To see his elder brother and hero here, clearly having just set in from the ship, if he'd been a bit weaker of a man or known he wouldn't get punched for it, he might have shed a tear.
With a kiss to Evras' cheek and a squeeze to her hand he broke away, striding through the crowd and ignoring all but the man he sought. A grin spread across his face as he put himself in his brother's way and he was hopeful, so hopeful that the man would embrace him like always. If he had caused disappointment and shame to his brother as well he did not know how he would bear it. He needed an ally in this, someone who could see past the house of her birth and see that Evras was so much more than that.
"I was afraid you preferred fighting raiders to attending your own brother's wedding. You're late." The smile on his face and easy posture showed that though his words could have been construed rudely, Zanon held only affection and appreciation for the fact his brother had come home.
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The second prince woke the day of his wedding with mixed feelings. On one hand, to be wed to such a beauty and already have the promise of being a father soon was a blessing, and he had won over those who stood against him when he had asked for this union. On the other, seventeen felt far too young to be a married man. He was doing what was honorable, in ensuring that his child was not born a bastard, but there felt a hesitation and uncertainty as he dressed for the day. There was so much life left, so many more women to meet, what if he had made a horrible mistake?
Dressed richly in a chiton of deep maroon with a belt of gold and fur trimmed himation of the same dark red of his clothing, the prince felt as if he was underwater for the entirety of the wedding ceremony. The gold ring he slipped on Evras' finger felt as if they were playacting, but the expressions on the faces of those around them told just how deathly serious this all truly was. Once they had sealed their union, there was not a moment's rest for the newly wed couple to talk, taken from one place to the next to prepare for the feast that would be held later.
He emerged in the snowy field holding his new wife's hand, black trousers and boots now covering his legs to protect against the white powder on the ground, and his thin golden circlet crown settled atop his dark brown locks. He'd been cajoled into shaving and trimming his mane for the day, and the more he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrored surfaces, the more he hated it. His jaw felt too weak without the stubbled beard he tried to keep to define it. In comparison to Vangelis and his father's strong jaws he looked positively childish.
As they arrived and took their places the first of their guests to approach was his new brother-in-law, and he couldn't help but smile at Mihail's antics. The hug about his middle caught him off guard, but then his smile widened and he ruffled the boy's hair with a chuckle. "Perhaps when you're old enough we can get you a proper crown, once you've proven you deserve one." The boy's request that his sister be treated like a queen was met with a solemn vow, and Zanon placed a hand over his heart to swear as his sister-in-law approached. "Thank you, Lady Thea. Lord Mihail, I swear Evras will always be treated like a queen in my care."
Giving a nod to her sister, he released his wife to embrace her relatives, still watching cautiously at their interactions. Rumor had it Thea and Nethis were witches, some dared to lump Evras in with them, and whether he fully believed it or not he would always prefer to be safe than sorry when magic was involved. His fears were dissolved as soon as the tiny blur that was his cousin wrapped about his leg, and he laughed brightly as she stumbled through her congratulations. Essa could always make him smile, her sweet disposition was like sunshine on a cloudy day. The way she was tugging on Evras' dress though could cause issues for them shortly if anyone was paying too close attention. Scooping her up in his arms, he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"You will be the prettiest princess of them all one day Essie." His aunt and Imeeya approached at a more sedate pace and he smiled to them both. "Aunt Tythra, thank you for your kind words. Your support means more than we can say." His father's sister knew something, she had to. Tythra was cleverer than most of them put together, and though he hadn't wanted to hide the pregnancy from family, he doubted it was a true secret from those who looked close enough. The sight of his mother's approach had him setting Essa down on the ground again, wanting to embrace her and gain reassurance that she would not be ashamed of him forever. Here was hardly the place to do it, but there was an expression in his eyes he couldn't hide.
Of all of her sons Zanon felt that he was perhaps most like her, or at the very least had inherited more of the Taengean side. To know that he had disappointed her and his father was still a sore wound he knew he would have to bear always. "Mother, thank you. Everything is beautiful." There would be time made for more words later, but at the moment it appeared that a snowball fight had broken out among some of the younger guests, now including the young priestess who had just greeted them. She was a pretty little thing, and it was moments like this when he realized just how little sampling of what was on offer he'd managed. He loved Evras, he did. He knew that without a doubt. But there was something about the other pairs of rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes that caught his attention just as much.
He was saved from his inappropriate thoughts by the approach of someone familiar, who he hadn't thought he would see in a long while, much less be here on this day. Vangelis was the man he wished he could be, but knew full well he could not. At nineteen he was only two years older, yet somehow so much wiser and stronger, and Zanon could only hope to try and keep up. To see his elder brother and hero here, clearly having just set in from the ship, if he'd been a bit weaker of a man or known he wouldn't get punched for it, he might have shed a tear.
With a kiss to Evras' cheek and a squeeze to her hand he broke away, striding through the crowd and ignoring all but the man he sought. A grin spread across his face as he put himself in his brother's way and he was hopeful, so hopeful that the man would embrace him like always. If he had caused disappointment and shame to his brother as well he did not know how he would bear it. He needed an ally in this, someone who could see past the house of her birth and see that Evras was so much more than that.
"I was afraid you preferred fighting raiders to attending your own brother's wedding. You're late." The smile on his face and easy posture showed that though his words could have been construed rudely, Zanon held only affection and appreciation for the fact his brother had come home.
The second prince woke the day of his wedding with mixed feelings. On one hand, to be wed to such a beauty and already have the promise of being a father soon was a blessing, and he had won over those who stood against him when he had asked for this union. On the other, seventeen felt far too young to be a married man. He was doing what was honorable, in ensuring that his child was not born a bastard, but there felt a hesitation and uncertainty as he dressed for the day. There was so much life left, so many more women to meet, what if he had made a horrible mistake?
Dressed richly in a chiton of deep maroon with a belt of gold and fur trimmed himation of the same dark red of his clothing, the prince felt as if he was underwater for the entirety of the wedding ceremony. The gold ring he slipped on Evras' finger felt as if they were playacting, but the expressions on the faces of those around them told just how deathly serious this all truly was. Once they had sealed their union, there was not a moment's rest for the newly wed couple to talk, taken from one place to the next to prepare for the feast that would be held later.
He emerged in the snowy field holding his new wife's hand, black trousers and boots now covering his legs to protect against the white powder on the ground, and his thin golden circlet crown settled atop his dark brown locks. He'd been cajoled into shaving and trimming his mane for the day, and the more he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrored surfaces, the more he hated it. His jaw felt too weak without the stubbled beard he tried to keep to define it. In comparison to Vangelis and his father's strong jaws he looked positively childish.
As they arrived and took their places the first of their guests to approach was his new brother-in-law, and he couldn't help but smile at Mihail's antics. The hug about his middle caught him off guard, but then his smile widened and he ruffled the boy's hair with a chuckle. "Perhaps when you're old enough we can get you a proper crown, once you've proven you deserve one." The boy's request that his sister be treated like a queen was met with a solemn vow, and Zanon placed a hand over his heart to swear as his sister-in-law approached. "Thank you, Lady Thea. Lord Mihail, I swear Evras will always be treated like a queen in my care."
Giving a nod to her sister, he released his wife to embrace her relatives, still watching cautiously at their interactions. Rumor had it Thea and Nethis were witches, some dared to lump Evras in with them, and whether he fully believed it or not he would always prefer to be safe than sorry when magic was involved. His fears were dissolved as soon as the tiny blur that was his cousin wrapped about his leg, and he laughed brightly as she stumbled through her congratulations. Essa could always make him smile, her sweet disposition was like sunshine on a cloudy day. The way she was tugging on Evras' dress though could cause issues for them shortly if anyone was paying too close attention. Scooping her up in his arms, he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"You will be the prettiest princess of them all one day Essie." His aunt and Imeeya approached at a more sedate pace and he smiled to them both. "Aunt Tythra, thank you for your kind words. Your support means more than we can say." His father's sister knew something, she had to. Tythra was cleverer than most of them put together, and though he hadn't wanted to hide the pregnancy from family, he doubted it was a true secret from those who looked close enough. The sight of his mother's approach had him setting Essa down on the ground again, wanting to embrace her and gain reassurance that she would not be ashamed of him forever. Here was hardly the place to do it, but there was an expression in his eyes he couldn't hide.
Of all of her sons Zanon felt that he was perhaps most like her, or at the very least had inherited more of the Taengean side. To know that he had disappointed her and his father was still a sore wound he knew he would have to bear always. "Mother, thank you. Everything is beautiful." There would be time made for more words later, but at the moment it appeared that a snowball fight had broken out among some of the younger guests, now including the young priestess who had just greeted them. She was a pretty little thing, and it was moments like this when he realized just how little sampling of what was on offer he'd managed. He loved Evras, he did. He knew that without a doubt. But there was something about the other pairs of rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes that caught his attention just as much.
He was saved from his inappropriate thoughts by the approach of someone familiar, who he hadn't thought he would see in a long while, much less be here on this day. Vangelis was the man he wished he could be, but knew full well he could not. At nineteen he was only two years older, yet somehow so much wiser and stronger, and Zanon could only hope to try and keep up. To see his elder brother and hero here, clearly having just set in from the ship, if he'd been a bit weaker of a man or known he wouldn't get punched for it, he might have shed a tear.
With a kiss to Evras' cheek and a squeeze to her hand he broke away, striding through the crowd and ignoring all but the man he sought. A grin spread across his face as he put himself in his brother's way and he was hopeful, so hopeful that the man would embrace him like always. If he had caused disappointment and shame to his brother as well he did not know how he would bear it. He needed an ally in this, someone who could see past the house of her birth and see that Evras was so much more than that.
"I was afraid you preferred fighting raiders to attending your own brother's wedding. You're late." The smile on his face and easy posture showed that though his words could have been construed rudely, Zanon held only affection and appreciation for the fact his brother had come home.
Even in the haze, Thea's joy for her sister was genuine. If it were not for that, she might recall the touch of melancholy that wrapped it's tendrils around her heart at the thought of not being able to simply walk down the corridors of Archontikó Thanasi to see her sister.
"Ah, that is no matter. Nethis and I shall find our own way in time, doubtless," Thea offered, comforting her sister and placing an encouraging hand on her shoulder. It would not do for the bride to be anything other than joyful on her wedding day, even if hers was one shrouded in rumor and suspicion for that very reason - a third sister marrying Prince.
"Nethis is enjoying Father's company, for now," Thea assured, her amused eyes drifting towards one of the roaring fires. She smirked as the figure of their father awaited the arrival of some chair that he had undoubtedly ordered the moment of their arrival. Nethis and Dysius lingered at his side and the muffled sounds of their father's dismissive voice sharply cut back Dysius obvious request to take part in the fun shared by the other noble children in the snow. Poor thing.
Her soft smile lingered, even as others made their way to issue congratulations to the happy couple, but flickered away briefly as the whispers carried on the wind and Evras' expression fell.
"Yes, some cider and mulled wine to warm us all," Thea echoed, her eyes rising to Princess Tythra's as she offered, "May I gather some for us all? The warmth of the chalices will ensure that we keep our fingers this afternoon." Turning to Evras, she placed a hand on Evras' shoulder and smiled softly, "Would you not rather wait by the warmth of the fire?"
Dipping her head quietly, she smiled and departed for the cauldrons of mulled wine and ciders, perched over their own hot fires. Placing the request for several chalices to be delivered to her sister's company, she turned and kept adjusting the numbers needed as Prince Zanon stepped away and then as Princess Tythra was summoned away by the queen.
"Rather, please have some cider taken to Princess Evras and her company. I would like to deliver the others," Thea asked, pleasantly, her expression lofty and eyes hazy. As two chalices were placed on the small table before her and the others were being prepared for the others, Thea began to adjust the small packet hidden within her glove. The servant set out to deliver the requested cider and Thea glanced this way and then other before slipping the fur-lined glove from her hand, sprinkling a healthy dosing of it into her chalice.
The wind captured some of the ground herbs, and Thea watched as the leaves floated through the air and rested on the top of the second chalice. For a moment, she froze, her only movement then serving as a few rapid blinks. Did she pour the wine out and request another....or....
Adolescent amusement took hold, and Thea's smile spread across her expression as a laugh bubbled from her, quickly silenced as she glanced over her shoulders again once, then twice, and added the herbs to the second chalice. Quickly, she used her littlest finger to swirl the ground herbs down into the drink until they were undetected, slipping that finger between her lips to rid it of the wine before sliding her glove back on and lifted both.
The intention, of course, would be to have a glass for herself, and another for Princess Tythra. After all, Thea had offered to bring her a chalice. It would simply be double the enjoyment.
That was, of course, until Thea turned toward that party to see King Tython.
Oh, gods...that was perfect.
There had been a frostiness between their families in the weeks leading up to the sudden wedding, for purposes that no one chose to speak of openly, though all suspected. Even with the light of the snow beneath their feet, there was a lingering film of darkness that shrouded the event, at least on the part of the Kotas. From Evras, Thea knew that King Tython was most opposed to the pairing...so, the man, she imagined, could use a little bit of...levity...
It was entirely uncharacteristic for Thea to feel such excitement, but this circumstance was truly gods-given, likely by the hand of Dionysus himself. Honestly, how perfect was it? It was as if she had been placed perfectly in this circumstance to bring joy and revelry as a gift from the gods.
Hail Dionysus.
"Your Majesty!" Thea called, excitedly and urgently approaching the reigning monarch as quickly as the lengths of her skirts and and the snow would allow. Dipping into a balanced curtsey, she very quickly explained, "Pardon me. I notice your hands are bare, and that simply cannot do for the father of the groom. Please, take this." Dipping her head, offering a sincere and urging doe-eyed expression to the King. "This chalice is for the Princess, your sister, if you are passing her way? I do not wish to impose, Your Majesty, but I have offered to bring refreshment to several others and I..."
With an expression of pure innocence and goodwill, Thea shrugged gently, as if helpless to her own folly of generosity, and extended the chalices to King Tython.
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Even in the haze, Thea's joy for her sister was genuine. If it were not for that, she might recall the touch of melancholy that wrapped it's tendrils around her heart at the thought of not being able to simply walk down the corridors of Archontikó Thanasi to see her sister.
"Ah, that is no matter. Nethis and I shall find our own way in time, doubtless," Thea offered, comforting her sister and placing an encouraging hand on her shoulder. It would not do for the bride to be anything other than joyful on her wedding day, even if hers was one shrouded in rumor and suspicion for that very reason - a third sister marrying Prince.
"Nethis is enjoying Father's company, for now," Thea assured, her amused eyes drifting towards one of the roaring fires. She smirked as the figure of their father awaited the arrival of some chair that he had undoubtedly ordered the moment of their arrival. Nethis and Dysius lingered at his side and the muffled sounds of their father's dismissive voice sharply cut back Dysius obvious request to take part in the fun shared by the other noble children in the snow. Poor thing.
Her soft smile lingered, even as others made their way to issue congratulations to the happy couple, but flickered away briefly as the whispers carried on the wind and Evras' expression fell.
"Yes, some cider and mulled wine to warm us all," Thea echoed, her eyes rising to Princess Tythra's as she offered, "May I gather some for us all? The warmth of the chalices will ensure that we keep our fingers this afternoon." Turning to Evras, she placed a hand on Evras' shoulder and smiled softly, "Would you not rather wait by the warmth of the fire?"
Dipping her head quietly, she smiled and departed for the cauldrons of mulled wine and ciders, perched over their own hot fires. Placing the request for several chalices to be delivered to her sister's company, she turned and kept adjusting the numbers needed as Prince Zanon stepped away and then as Princess Tythra was summoned away by the queen.
"Rather, please have some cider taken to Princess Evras and her company. I would like to deliver the others," Thea asked, pleasantly, her expression lofty and eyes hazy. As two chalices were placed on the small table before her and the others were being prepared for the others, Thea began to adjust the small packet hidden within her glove. The servant set out to deliver the requested cider and Thea glanced this way and then other before slipping the fur-lined glove from her hand, sprinkling a healthy dosing of it into her chalice.
The wind captured some of the ground herbs, and Thea watched as the leaves floated through the air and rested on the top of the second chalice. For a moment, she froze, her only movement then serving as a few rapid blinks. Did she pour the wine out and request another....or....
Adolescent amusement took hold, and Thea's smile spread across her expression as a laugh bubbled from her, quickly silenced as she glanced over her shoulders again once, then twice, and added the herbs to the second chalice. Quickly, she used her littlest finger to swirl the ground herbs down into the drink until they were undetected, slipping that finger between her lips to rid it of the wine before sliding her glove back on and lifted both.
The intention, of course, would be to have a glass for herself, and another for Princess Tythra. After all, Thea had offered to bring her a chalice. It would simply be double the enjoyment.
That was, of course, until Thea turned toward that party to see King Tython.
Oh, gods...that was perfect.
There had been a frostiness between their families in the weeks leading up to the sudden wedding, for purposes that no one chose to speak of openly, though all suspected. Even with the light of the snow beneath their feet, there was a lingering film of darkness that shrouded the event, at least on the part of the Kotas. From Evras, Thea knew that King Tython was most opposed to the pairing...so, the man, she imagined, could use a little bit of...levity...
It was entirely uncharacteristic for Thea to feel such excitement, but this circumstance was truly gods-given, likely by the hand of Dionysus himself. Honestly, how perfect was it? It was as if she had been placed perfectly in this circumstance to bring joy and revelry as a gift from the gods.
Hail Dionysus.
"Your Majesty!" Thea called, excitedly and urgently approaching the reigning monarch as quickly as the lengths of her skirts and and the snow would allow. Dipping into a balanced curtsey, she very quickly explained, "Pardon me. I notice your hands are bare, and that simply cannot do for the father of the groom. Please, take this." Dipping her head, offering a sincere and urging doe-eyed expression to the King. "This chalice is for the Princess, your sister, if you are passing her way? I do not wish to impose, Your Majesty, but I have offered to bring refreshment to several others and I..."
With an expression of pure innocence and goodwill, Thea shrugged gently, as if helpless to her own folly of generosity, and extended the chalices to King Tython.
Even in the haze, Thea's joy for her sister was genuine. If it were not for that, she might recall the touch of melancholy that wrapped it's tendrils around her heart at the thought of not being able to simply walk down the corridors of Archontikó Thanasi to see her sister.
"Ah, that is no matter. Nethis and I shall find our own way in time, doubtless," Thea offered, comforting her sister and placing an encouraging hand on her shoulder. It would not do for the bride to be anything other than joyful on her wedding day, even if hers was one shrouded in rumor and suspicion for that very reason - a third sister marrying Prince.
"Nethis is enjoying Father's company, for now," Thea assured, her amused eyes drifting towards one of the roaring fires. She smirked as the figure of their father awaited the arrival of some chair that he had undoubtedly ordered the moment of their arrival. Nethis and Dysius lingered at his side and the muffled sounds of their father's dismissive voice sharply cut back Dysius obvious request to take part in the fun shared by the other noble children in the snow. Poor thing.
Her soft smile lingered, even as others made their way to issue congratulations to the happy couple, but flickered away briefly as the whispers carried on the wind and Evras' expression fell.
"Yes, some cider and mulled wine to warm us all," Thea echoed, her eyes rising to Princess Tythra's as she offered, "May I gather some for us all? The warmth of the chalices will ensure that we keep our fingers this afternoon." Turning to Evras, she placed a hand on Evras' shoulder and smiled softly, "Would you not rather wait by the warmth of the fire?"
Dipping her head quietly, she smiled and departed for the cauldrons of mulled wine and ciders, perched over their own hot fires. Placing the request for several chalices to be delivered to her sister's company, she turned and kept adjusting the numbers needed as Prince Zanon stepped away and then as Princess Tythra was summoned away by the queen.
"Rather, please have some cider taken to Princess Evras and her company. I would like to deliver the others," Thea asked, pleasantly, her expression lofty and eyes hazy. As two chalices were placed on the small table before her and the others were being prepared for the others, Thea began to adjust the small packet hidden within her glove. The servant set out to deliver the requested cider and Thea glanced this way and then other before slipping the fur-lined glove from her hand, sprinkling a healthy dosing of it into her chalice.
The wind captured some of the ground herbs, and Thea watched as the leaves floated through the air and rested on the top of the second chalice. For a moment, she froze, her only movement then serving as a few rapid blinks. Did she pour the wine out and request another....or....
Adolescent amusement took hold, and Thea's smile spread across her expression as a laugh bubbled from her, quickly silenced as she glanced over her shoulders again once, then twice, and added the herbs to the second chalice. Quickly, she used her littlest finger to swirl the ground herbs down into the drink until they were undetected, slipping that finger between her lips to rid it of the wine before sliding her glove back on and lifted both.
The intention, of course, would be to have a glass for herself, and another for Princess Tythra. After all, Thea had offered to bring her a chalice. It would simply be double the enjoyment.
That was, of course, until Thea turned toward that party to see King Tython.
Oh, gods...that was perfect.
There had been a frostiness between their families in the weeks leading up to the sudden wedding, for purposes that no one chose to speak of openly, though all suspected. Even with the light of the snow beneath their feet, there was a lingering film of darkness that shrouded the event, at least on the part of the Kotas. From Evras, Thea knew that King Tython was most opposed to the pairing...so, the man, she imagined, could use a little bit of...levity...
It was entirely uncharacteristic for Thea to feel such excitement, but this circumstance was truly gods-given, likely by the hand of Dionysus himself. Honestly, how perfect was it? It was as if she had been placed perfectly in this circumstance to bring joy and revelry as a gift from the gods.
Hail Dionysus.
"Your Majesty!" Thea called, excitedly and urgently approaching the reigning monarch as quickly as the lengths of her skirts and and the snow would allow. Dipping into a balanced curtsey, she very quickly explained, "Pardon me. I notice your hands are bare, and that simply cannot do for the father of the groom. Please, take this." Dipping her head, offering a sincere and urging doe-eyed expression to the King. "This chalice is for the Princess, your sister, if you are passing her way? I do not wish to impose, Your Majesty, but I have offered to bring refreshment to several others and I..."
With an expression of pure innocence and goodwill, Thea shrugged gently, as if helpless to her own folly of generosity, and extended the chalices to King Tython.
