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It had been months since Vangelis had brought up the problem of the slaves disappearing in Dolomesa. While Imeeya had already been aware of the problem, it had taken some time to get to the root of it. It became increasingly clear through her research into records, and correspondence with the mine operators in Dolomesa that it wasn’t an error so much as the fact that the slaves were disappearing. That had quickly led to some reports of slaves being stolen and loaded onto ships. Nothing she could pin to anyone specifically, but enough to have acted on in her own province. Upping the patrols on the coasts, especially in places where slaves were plentiful had decreased the numbers that were disappearing from Dolomesa. But it hadn’t stopped there. Imeeya had found herself digging through the records she could find of the other Drakos provinces, and it was a more widespread problem than she had ever imagined. She wouldn’t be surprised if there were pirates stealing slaves from all over Colchis. It was a problem that needed to be brought before the Senate, and they needed to put a stop to it.
Imeeya had looked at the problem from every angle and had come to one conclusion. She needed her mother’s help on this. This had not been an easy conclusion to come to. She had been trying so hard to distance herself from her mother and make a name for herself on her own merits. That was all anyone ever saw her as. She looked just like her mother. She had the same Drakos and Kotas spirit. But she was her own person, who had her own ideas and her own political ambitions. How was anyone supposed to know that when she was forced to hide behind Chares in the senate? This was her idea and if she brought it to her mother to champion, who was to say that everyone wouldn’t just assume the idea was hers?
But no, this was too important. This wasn’t some sort of vanity project. This was for the protection of her people. As much as she wanted to do this on her own, she was beginning to realize that this wasn’t something that she could do entirely by herself. She was going to have to convince the other senators to support her proposal which seemed ridiculous and futile when she wasn’t even allowed in the room to propose or debate things. While she could talk to those people who had influence and try to spread her ideas that way, that was slow, and Imeeya had little patience for those kinds of politics. Her mother would know how to make these things move faster.
As such, Imeeya went to the door of her mother’s study and knocked, waiting to be let in. Normally, with something so important, Imeeya would have let herself in, but she was asking her mother for a favor, and she didn’t want to start off this meeting on the wrong foot. No, she had to do things right. Besides, she was fine if she had a legitimate reason to put off having to ask for her mother’s help for a few moments longer.
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It had been months since Vangelis had brought up the problem of the slaves disappearing in Dolomesa. While Imeeya had already been aware of the problem, it had taken some time to get to the root of it. It became increasingly clear through her research into records, and correspondence with the mine operators in Dolomesa that it wasn’t an error so much as the fact that the slaves were disappearing. That had quickly led to some reports of slaves being stolen and loaded onto ships. Nothing she could pin to anyone specifically, but enough to have acted on in her own province. Upping the patrols on the coasts, especially in places where slaves were plentiful had decreased the numbers that were disappearing from Dolomesa. But it hadn’t stopped there. Imeeya had found herself digging through the records she could find of the other Drakos provinces, and it was a more widespread problem than she had ever imagined. She wouldn’t be surprised if there were pirates stealing slaves from all over Colchis. It was a problem that needed to be brought before the Senate, and they needed to put a stop to it.
Imeeya had looked at the problem from every angle and had come to one conclusion. She needed her mother’s help on this. This had not been an easy conclusion to come to. She had been trying so hard to distance herself from her mother and make a name for herself on her own merits. That was all anyone ever saw her as. She looked just like her mother. She had the same Drakos and Kotas spirit. But she was her own person, who had her own ideas and her own political ambitions. How was anyone supposed to know that when she was forced to hide behind Chares in the senate? This was her idea and if she brought it to her mother to champion, who was to say that everyone wouldn’t just assume the idea was hers?
But no, this was too important. This wasn’t some sort of vanity project. This was for the protection of her people. As much as she wanted to do this on her own, she was beginning to realize that this wasn’t something that she could do entirely by herself. She was going to have to convince the other senators to support her proposal which seemed ridiculous and futile when she wasn’t even allowed in the room to propose or debate things. While she could talk to those people who had influence and try to spread her ideas that way, that was slow, and Imeeya had little patience for those kinds of politics. Her mother would know how to make these things move faster.
As such, Imeeya went to the door of her mother’s study and knocked, waiting to be let in. Normally, with something so important, Imeeya would have let herself in, but she was asking her mother for a favor, and she didn’t want to start off this meeting on the wrong foot. No, she had to do things right. Besides, she was fine if she had a legitimate reason to put off having to ask for her mother’s help for a few moments longer.
It had been months since Vangelis had brought up the problem of the slaves disappearing in Dolomesa. While Imeeya had already been aware of the problem, it had taken some time to get to the root of it. It became increasingly clear through her research into records, and correspondence with the mine operators in Dolomesa that it wasn’t an error so much as the fact that the slaves were disappearing. That had quickly led to some reports of slaves being stolen and loaded onto ships. Nothing she could pin to anyone specifically, but enough to have acted on in her own province. Upping the patrols on the coasts, especially in places where slaves were plentiful had decreased the numbers that were disappearing from Dolomesa. But it hadn’t stopped there. Imeeya had found herself digging through the records she could find of the other Drakos provinces, and it was a more widespread problem than she had ever imagined. She wouldn’t be surprised if there were pirates stealing slaves from all over Colchis. It was a problem that needed to be brought before the Senate, and they needed to put a stop to it.
Imeeya had looked at the problem from every angle and had come to one conclusion. She needed her mother’s help on this. This had not been an easy conclusion to come to. She had been trying so hard to distance herself from her mother and make a name for herself on her own merits. That was all anyone ever saw her as. She looked just like her mother. She had the same Drakos and Kotas spirit. But she was her own person, who had her own ideas and her own political ambitions. How was anyone supposed to know that when she was forced to hide behind Chares in the senate? This was her idea and if she brought it to her mother to champion, who was to say that everyone wouldn’t just assume the idea was hers?
But no, this was too important. This wasn’t some sort of vanity project. This was for the protection of her people. As much as she wanted to do this on her own, she was beginning to realize that this wasn’t something that she could do entirely by herself. She was going to have to convince the other senators to support her proposal which seemed ridiculous and futile when she wasn’t even allowed in the room to propose or debate things. While she could talk to those people who had influence and try to spread her ideas that way, that was slow, and Imeeya had little patience for those kinds of politics. Her mother would know how to make these things move faster.
As such, Imeeya went to the door of her mother’s study and knocked, waiting to be let in. Normally, with something so important, Imeeya would have let herself in, but she was asking her mother for a favor, and she didn’t want to start off this meeting on the wrong foot. No, she had to do things right. Besides, she was fine if she had a legitimate reason to put off having to ask for her mother’s help for a few moments longer.
The day was like every other day. Tythra’s mind was everywhere all at once, organizing everything that required her attention for the day. She was always busy, always working, never allowing herself to rest even once. She would have her tea at her desk, and would only rise should she have an outside meeting elsewhere or to have a meal with her daughters. Tythra worked harder and better than any man in her station, proving to them that it was more than nepotism that got her where she was today.
Her mind was so focused on the documents before her that she barely noticed the knock at her door until the slave asked her if she should send whoever away. Tythra blinked confused. She wasn’t expecting anyone in her home today. She rubbed the back of her neck, cracking and stretching it. “No, no allow them entrance,” Tythra said straightening the documents on her desk.
To her surprise it was Imeeya. Odd, normally her daughters would just burst in, which would be something Tythra would be annoyed with had she not done the exact thing to her mother… when she was Queen… So Tythra merely arched an eyebrow and switched the mode in her mind from business to family. She got up from behind her desk and motioned for Imeeya to sit on one of the plush chairs she had in her office, as Tythra did the same. “Imeeya, what a surprise. I thought I wouldn’t see you until dinner.” Tythra gave her daughter a warm, genuine smile. It was not the polite guise she wore when she had guests, but of a mother truly happy to see her daughter (and not for reasons such as lectures or punishments.)
And, to be honest, Tythra did not know the last time either of daughters visited her in her office and not be dramatic in some way. Since they’ve grown older Tythra felt like she had to twist their arm to spend time with her. They were always running around doing something or other, no longer the girls that wanted to be by their mother’s side and begged for another bedtime story. Tythra could not blame them, the more adult she became the less she wished to see her parents, only regretting it when it was too late. But Tythra had no plans to die any time soon, so she had plenty of opportunities to twist her daughters’ arms until they relented and spent time with their mother. Even if it was only a family dinner…
“You,” Tythra snapped her fingers, but her eyes and smile never left Imeeya. “Get us tea,” She said to the slave who immediately bowed and went to fetch a cup. “Imeeya, what brings you here? Wanting to spend time with your mother? Here I thought I had fallen out of fashion.” Tythra joked as the slave placed down the cups, filling Tythra’s first. She picked up the fresh tea and took a sip. “Or I would have thought if it were possible for us Drakos women to do such a thing.”
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The day was like every other day. Tythra’s mind was everywhere all at once, organizing everything that required her attention for the day. She was always busy, always working, never allowing herself to rest even once. She would have her tea at her desk, and would only rise should she have an outside meeting elsewhere or to have a meal with her daughters. Tythra worked harder and better than any man in her station, proving to them that it was more than nepotism that got her where she was today.
Her mind was so focused on the documents before her that she barely noticed the knock at her door until the slave asked her if she should send whoever away. Tythra blinked confused. She wasn’t expecting anyone in her home today. She rubbed the back of her neck, cracking and stretching it. “No, no allow them entrance,” Tythra said straightening the documents on her desk.
To her surprise it was Imeeya. Odd, normally her daughters would just burst in, which would be something Tythra would be annoyed with had she not done the exact thing to her mother… when she was Queen… So Tythra merely arched an eyebrow and switched the mode in her mind from business to family. She got up from behind her desk and motioned for Imeeya to sit on one of the plush chairs she had in her office, as Tythra did the same. “Imeeya, what a surprise. I thought I wouldn’t see you until dinner.” Tythra gave her daughter a warm, genuine smile. It was not the polite guise she wore when she had guests, but of a mother truly happy to see her daughter (and not for reasons such as lectures or punishments.)
And, to be honest, Tythra did not know the last time either of daughters visited her in her office and not be dramatic in some way. Since they’ve grown older Tythra felt like she had to twist their arm to spend time with her. They were always running around doing something or other, no longer the girls that wanted to be by their mother’s side and begged for another bedtime story. Tythra could not blame them, the more adult she became the less she wished to see her parents, only regretting it when it was too late. But Tythra had no plans to die any time soon, so she had plenty of opportunities to twist her daughters’ arms until they relented and spent time with their mother. Even if it was only a family dinner…
“You,” Tythra snapped her fingers, but her eyes and smile never left Imeeya. “Get us tea,” She said to the slave who immediately bowed and went to fetch a cup. “Imeeya, what brings you here? Wanting to spend time with your mother? Here I thought I had fallen out of fashion.” Tythra joked as the slave placed down the cups, filling Tythra’s first. She picked up the fresh tea and took a sip. “Or I would have thought if it were possible for us Drakos women to do such a thing.”
The day was like every other day. Tythra’s mind was everywhere all at once, organizing everything that required her attention for the day. She was always busy, always working, never allowing herself to rest even once. She would have her tea at her desk, and would only rise should she have an outside meeting elsewhere or to have a meal with her daughters. Tythra worked harder and better than any man in her station, proving to them that it was more than nepotism that got her where she was today.
Her mind was so focused on the documents before her that she barely noticed the knock at her door until the slave asked her if she should send whoever away. Tythra blinked confused. She wasn’t expecting anyone in her home today. She rubbed the back of her neck, cracking and stretching it. “No, no allow them entrance,” Tythra said straightening the documents on her desk.
To her surprise it was Imeeya. Odd, normally her daughters would just burst in, which would be something Tythra would be annoyed with had she not done the exact thing to her mother… when she was Queen… So Tythra merely arched an eyebrow and switched the mode in her mind from business to family. She got up from behind her desk and motioned for Imeeya to sit on one of the plush chairs she had in her office, as Tythra did the same. “Imeeya, what a surprise. I thought I wouldn’t see you until dinner.” Tythra gave her daughter a warm, genuine smile. It was not the polite guise she wore when she had guests, but of a mother truly happy to see her daughter (and not for reasons such as lectures or punishments.)
And, to be honest, Tythra did not know the last time either of daughters visited her in her office and not be dramatic in some way. Since they’ve grown older Tythra felt like she had to twist their arm to spend time with her. They were always running around doing something or other, no longer the girls that wanted to be by their mother’s side and begged for another bedtime story. Tythra could not blame them, the more adult she became the less she wished to see her parents, only regretting it when it was too late. But Tythra had no plans to die any time soon, so she had plenty of opportunities to twist her daughters’ arms until they relented and spent time with their mother. Even if it was only a family dinner…
“You,” Tythra snapped her fingers, but her eyes and smile never left Imeeya. “Get us tea,” She said to the slave who immediately bowed and went to fetch a cup. “Imeeya, what brings you here? Wanting to spend time with your mother? Here I thought I had fallen out of fashion.” Tythra joked as the slave placed down the cups, filling Tythra’s first. She picked up the fresh tea and took a sip. “Or I would have thought if it were possible for us Drakos women to do such a thing.”
Imeeya smiled as her mother invited her into her office. That was good. She had been worried she might be in trouble for disturbing her mother’s work. In fact, she wasn’t sure the last time she had been in her mother’s office that she wasn’t being scolded for something or other that she had done wrong. It was almost a surprise to be welcomed in so readily.
Imeeya sat hesitantly, not quite believing that her mother wasn’t up to something as she ordered tea for the two of them. But her smile seemed genuine, and Imeeya cracked a smile at the joke her mother made that the Drakos women would never fall out of fashion. This was nice and comfortable and easy. It reminded her of when she and her mother used to get along. Did she really have to ruin it all by bringing up these political topics? Her mother would like that, wouldn’t she? If she spent less time worrying about politics and more time portraying herself as a wife capable of capturing the interest of a prince. At that moment, the little bubble of serenity between her and her mother had burst.
Imeeya took a breath, trying to find a way to bring up the topic she had come to address. She didn’t want to see the topic dismissed as unimportant, or worse, taken over as a cause driven by her mother. “I was wondering if you might be willing to help me with something I was working on.” She waited only a moment before diving straight into the explanation of what she wanted. She was scared that if she didn’t get the whole idea out quickly, she might lose her nerve.
“I’m sure you know that there have been some problems in Dolomesa with some slaves going missing,” Imeeya started. It was hard enough to admit places where she had failed to her mother. These details had been in the report that every baron had to give to the head of household, so her mother already knew. Still, it was difficult to risk her mother’s disapproval. Imeeya quickly continued on with her suggested solution. “From what I’ve been able to gather, we’re dealing with pirates who have been stealing slaves from us and then selling them back to us.” Imeeya paused for a moment then continued on. “So what we need is a coordinated way to register slaves and strict punishments for those found to be trading in stolen slaves, no matter how they claim to have acquired them.”
Now for the hard part. Admitting that she needed help. “What I need your help with is getting this introduced in the Senate. I spoke with Chares, but I don’t know if he fully understands what I’m trying to do well enough to argue for it.” Imeeya quietly seethed at that. If only she were allowed to speak for herself this wouldn’t be nearly as much of a problem. “So I was wondering…” Imeeya trailed off a bit. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted from her mother. Her opinion on the idea? Her support in the Senate? Her to introduce the idea herself? “Do you think there’s a way to make it work?”
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Imeeya smiled as her mother invited her into her office. That was good. She had been worried she might be in trouble for disturbing her mother’s work. In fact, she wasn’t sure the last time she had been in her mother’s office that she wasn’t being scolded for something or other that she had done wrong. It was almost a surprise to be welcomed in so readily.
Imeeya sat hesitantly, not quite believing that her mother wasn’t up to something as she ordered tea for the two of them. But her smile seemed genuine, and Imeeya cracked a smile at the joke her mother made that the Drakos women would never fall out of fashion. This was nice and comfortable and easy. It reminded her of when she and her mother used to get along. Did she really have to ruin it all by bringing up these political topics? Her mother would like that, wouldn’t she? If she spent less time worrying about politics and more time portraying herself as a wife capable of capturing the interest of a prince. At that moment, the little bubble of serenity between her and her mother had burst.
Imeeya took a breath, trying to find a way to bring up the topic she had come to address. She didn’t want to see the topic dismissed as unimportant, or worse, taken over as a cause driven by her mother. “I was wondering if you might be willing to help me with something I was working on.” She waited only a moment before diving straight into the explanation of what she wanted. She was scared that if she didn’t get the whole idea out quickly, she might lose her nerve.
“I’m sure you know that there have been some problems in Dolomesa with some slaves going missing,” Imeeya started. It was hard enough to admit places where she had failed to her mother. These details had been in the report that every baron had to give to the head of household, so her mother already knew. Still, it was difficult to risk her mother’s disapproval. Imeeya quickly continued on with her suggested solution. “From what I’ve been able to gather, we’re dealing with pirates who have been stealing slaves from us and then selling them back to us.” Imeeya paused for a moment then continued on. “So what we need is a coordinated way to register slaves and strict punishments for those found to be trading in stolen slaves, no matter how they claim to have acquired them.”
Now for the hard part. Admitting that she needed help. “What I need your help with is getting this introduced in the Senate. I spoke with Chares, but I don’t know if he fully understands what I’m trying to do well enough to argue for it.” Imeeya quietly seethed at that. If only she were allowed to speak for herself this wouldn’t be nearly as much of a problem. “So I was wondering…” Imeeya trailed off a bit. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted from her mother. Her opinion on the idea? Her support in the Senate? Her to introduce the idea herself? “Do you think there’s a way to make it work?”
Imeeya smiled as her mother invited her into her office. That was good. She had been worried she might be in trouble for disturbing her mother’s work. In fact, she wasn’t sure the last time she had been in her mother’s office that she wasn’t being scolded for something or other that she had done wrong. It was almost a surprise to be welcomed in so readily.
Imeeya sat hesitantly, not quite believing that her mother wasn’t up to something as she ordered tea for the two of them. But her smile seemed genuine, and Imeeya cracked a smile at the joke her mother made that the Drakos women would never fall out of fashion. This was nice and comfortable and easy. It reminded her of when she and her mother used to get along. Did she really have to ruin it all by bringing up these political topics? Her mother would like that, wouldn’t she? If she spent less time worrying about politics and more time portraying herself as a wife capable of capturing the interest of a prince. At that moment, the little bubble of serenity between her and her mother had burst.
Imeeya took a breath, trying to find a way to bring up the topic she had come to address. She didn’t want to see the topic dismissed as unimportant, or worse, taken over as a cause driven by her mother. “I was wondering if you might be willing to help me with something I was working on.” She waited only a moment before diving straight into the explanation of what she wanted. She was scared that if she didn’t get the whole idea out quickly, she might lose her nerve.
“I’m sure you know that there have been some problems in Dolomesa with some slaves going missing,” Imeeya started. It was hard enough to admit places where she had failed to her mother. These details had been in the report that every baron had to give to the head of household, so her mother already knew. Still, it was difficult to risk her mother’s disapproval. Imeeya quickly continued on with her suggested solution. “From what I’ve been able to gather, we’re dealing with pirates who have been stealing slaves from us and then selling them back to us.” Imeeya paused for a moment then continued on. “So what we need is a coordinated way to register slaves and strict punishments for those found to be trading in stolen slaves, no matter how they claim to have acquired them.”
Now for the hard part. Admitting that she needed help. “What I need your help with is getting this introduced in the Senate. I spoke with Chares, but I don’t know if he fully understands what I’m trying to do well enough to argue for it.” Imeeya quietly seethed at that. If only she were allowed to speak for herself this wouldn’t be nearly as much of a problem. “So I was wondering…” Imeeya trailed off a bit. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted from her mother. Her opinion on the idea? Her support in the Senate? Her to introduce the idea herself? “Do you think there’s a way to make it work?”
Oh… Tythra shouldn’t be disappointed. Her daughter was showing initiative. She was seeing a problem and chasing it to its end. It was… what Tythra taught her to do. This might not have been what she expected, or more hoped (for why would she expect her children to want to spend time with their mother just for fun?), but this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing right?
It did require a shift in gear. The happy motherly smile faded slightly and was replaced with a more business professional smile that was expected from a Head of House. This was seemingly what Imeeya was needing more, instead of a mother to share tea with. Not that I’m upset by this, Tythra quickly thought before refocusing on her words.
Pirates and slave stealing was nothing necessarily new to Colchis. It wasn’t something that Tythra was necessarily focused on- not with everything else currently going on in the world. But it wasn’t an issue she was oblivious to by any means.
However the solution Imeeya proposed was… well, a solution certainly for Dolomesa. But as a Drakos Head it wouldn’t be one that Tythra supported, and likely other heads as well. For Tythra the reason was simple: Magnemea. The selling of slaves may not be the main source of revenue for the province, but it was significant. Punishment given to those who sell stolen slaves would encourage more black market activity, and perhaps push those to sell the stolen slaves to competition and outside of Colchis. Slavery was a dark business, and it couldn’t be treated like most other industries.
However every problem could be solved the same way: With economics. That was how Tythra got her policies to past. She had to appeal for the economic mind of the majority of senators. And those who might not agree with the policy she trades and makes promises and compromises that would interest them until she gets the votes. “I can see how this adversely affects Dolomesa.” Tythra took a sip of her tea. “But don’t come with me simply saying this is a problem. Is it? I need numbers, Imeeya. How does this affect the economics of Dolomesa? And then how do you propose your solution will help it? How much money is needed to register slaves? How much money is predicted to be lost should slavers choose to work away from the law, or suppliers look outside of Colchis? And how will stolen slaves be policed? How much manpower is needed for that? Where would the men be found, when so many have gone to war?”
One question after another, these would be the exact things Tythra would ask in a senate meeting. Questions she would expect answers to if they wanted a chance for her vote. “The key to getting what you want is to not ask for anything until you’ve thought of everything. And remember that if you intend to have this brought to senate… that you’re looking to gather votes. The men are self-serving. They’re looking for what’s best for their house, or their province, not necessarily for all of Colchis.” If only people were that altruistic. “Propose something with mass appeal, or be prepared to negotiate something otherwise to buy a vote. But make sure that you are the one with all the answers. You are to be the smartest person in the room.”
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Oh… Tythra shouldn’t be disappointed. Her daughter was showing initiative. She was seeing a problem and chasing it to its end. It was… what Tythra taught her to do. This might not have been what she expected, or more hoped (for why would she expect her children to want to spend time with their mother just for fun?), but this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing right?
It did require a shift in gear. The happy motherly smile faded slightly and was replaced with a more business professional smile that was expected from a Head of House. This was seemingly what Imeeya was needing more, instead of a mother to share tea with. Not that I’m upset by this, Tythra quickly thought before refocusing on her words.
Pirates and slave stealing was nothing necessarily new to Colchis. It wasn’t something that Tythra was necessarily focused on- not with everything else currently going on in the world. But it wasn’t an issue she was oblivious to by any means.
However the solution Imeeya proposed was… well, a solution certainly for Dolomesa. But as a Drakos Head it wouldn’t be one that Tythra supported, and likely other heads as well. For Tythra the reason was simple: Magnemea. The selling of slaves may not be the main source of revenue for the province, but it was significant. Punishment given to those who sell stolen slaves would encourage more black market activity, and perhaps push those to sell the stolen slaves to competition and outside of Colchis. Slavery was a dark business, and it couldn’t be treated like most other industries.
However every problem could be solved the same way: With economics. That was how Tythra got her policies to past. She had to appeal for the economic mind of the majority of senators. And those who might not agree with the policy she trades and makes promises and compromises that would interest them until she gets the votes. “I can see how this adversely affects Dolomesa.” Tythra took a sip of her tea. “But don’t come with me simply saying this is a problem. Is it? I need numbers, Imeeya. How does this affect the economics of Dolomesa? And then how do you propose your solution will help it? How much money is needed to register slaves? How much money is predicted to be lost should slavers choose to work away from the law, or suppliers look outside of Colchis? And how will stolen slaves be policed? How much manpower is needed for that? Where would the men be found, when so many have gone to war?”
One question after another, these would be the exact things Tythra would ask in a senate meeting. Questions she would expect answers to if they wanted a chance for her vote. “The key to getting what you want is to not ask for anything until you’ve thought of everything. And remember that if you intend to have this brought to senate… that you’re looking to gather votes. The men are self-serving. They’re looking for what’s best for their house, or their province, not necessarily for all of Colchis.” If only people were that altruistic. “Propose something with mass appeal, or be prepared to negotiate something otherwise to buy a vote. But make sure that you are the one with all the answers. You are to be the smartest person in the room.”
Oh… Tythra shouldn’t be disappointed. Her daughter was showing initiative. She was seeing a problem and chasing it to its end. It was… what Tythra taught her to do. This might not have been what she expected, or more hoped (for why would she expect her children to want to spend time with their mother just for fun?), but this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing right?
It did require a shift in gear. The happy motherly smile faded slightly and was replaced with a more business professional smile that was expected from a Head of House. This was seemingly what Imeeya was needing more, instead of a mother to share tea with. Not that I’m upset by this, Tythra quickly thought before refocusing on her words.
Pirates and slave stealing was nothing necessarily new to Colchis. It wasn’t something that Tythra was necessarily focused on- not with everything else currently going on in the world. But it wasn’t an issue she was oblivious to by any means.
However the solution Imeeya proposed was… well, a solution certainly for Dolomesa. But as a Drakos Head it wouldn’t be one that Tythra supported, and likely other heads as well. For Tythra the reason was simple: Magnemea. The selling of slaves may not be the main source of revenue for the province, but it was significant. Punishment given to those who sell stolen slaves would encourage more black market activity, and perhaps push those to sell the stolen slaves to competition and outside of Colchis. Slavery was a dark business, and it couldn’t be treated like most other industries.
However every problem could be solved the same way: With economics. That was how Tythra got her policies to past. She had to appeal for the economic mind of the majority of senators. And those who might not agree with the policy she trades and makes promises and compromises that would interest them until she gets the votes. “I can see how this adversely affects Dolomesa.” Tythra took a sip of her tea. “But don’t come with me simply saying this is a problem. Is it? I need numbers, Imeeya. How does this affect the economics of Dolomesa? And then how do you propose your solution will help it? How much money is needed to register slaves? How much money is predicted to be lost should slavers choose to work away from the law, or suppliers look outside of Colchis? And how will stolen slaves be policed? How much manpower is needed for that? Where would the men be found, when so many have gone to war?”
One question after another, these would be the exact things Tythra would ask in a senate meeting. Questions she would expect answers to if they wanted a chance for her vote. “The key to getting what you want is to not ask for anything until you’ve thought of everything. And remember that if you intend to have this brought to senate… that you’re looking to gather votes. The men are self-serving. They’re looking for what’s best for their house, or their province, not necessarily for all of Colchis.” If only people were that altruistic. “Propose something with mass appeal, or be prepared to negotiate something otherwise to buy a vote. But make sure that you are the one with all the answers. You are to be the smartest person in the room.”
Imeeya wasn’t sure what she had expected from her mother. A pat on the head? To be told that she had had a brilliant idea? Maybe just some approval that she was taking the time to be more politically minded. She should have known better. She knew her mother expected nothing less than perfection, and here she had only brought half an idea. Part of that was by design. She didn’t want her mother just to take what she had and run with it leaving her out of the actual implementation of the idea. She had just wanted to ask for advice.
Imeeya bristled at her mother’s first criticisms. She did have the numbers. How did her mother possibly think that she would bring this to her without bringing it to her without having poured through her own books? Why did she think it had taken her so long to consider bringing this to the attention of the senate. She had known about the problems in her own province since Ermaios. She wanted a solution that didn’t just work for her own province. She didn’t just want to patch over the problem in her own province and let such problems move to other areas. She wanted to solve the problem once and for all.
Imeeya bit down her temper. Her mother wouldn’t listen to her if she were to get angry at the first challenge. She tried to keep her voice steady as she replied. “If you would have let me explain myself, I do, in fact, have the numbers.” Or at least she had them for her own province. “I don’t have them with me since I didn’t expect for you to ask to see them right at this moment, but I’m not coming to you with some untested solution.” Imeeya’s tone was still argumentative, but it was much less confrontational than it could have been had Imeeya shown the full force of her anger at her mother’s questions.
“What I can say is that I have, in Dolomesa, implemented a required registry of tattoos or brands used. This has led to a decrease of slaves stolen, and no decrease in numbers of slaves sold in Dolomesan markets.” However, it had only been a few months. Perhaps knowledge of Dolomesan slave markings had only worked to make Dolomesa a less profitable location for stealing slaves when there were other nearby places that had not mandated registering slave marks.
Imeeya continued, her temper dying down and she grew more confident in the points that she was making“I think that your concerns that people might operate outside the law are overblown. The people who own the largest mines and largest numbers of slaves are nobility. It becomes not only a matter of money, but a matter of honor to obey the laws of what slaves they own. We focus on them, and pressure them to police their own mines. I’m sure they already have their own men to prevent runaways. Perhaps those who own smaller numbers of slaves might choose to act outside the law, but, by definition, they can only have a small effect on the market.” Imeeya was hesitant to flat out say that they should only worry about prosecuting those who flouted the laws on a large scale, but the implication was there. It would mean less work and less manpower required to enforce the regulations.
As to the implication that she had to make a solution that everyone wanted if she wanted to get people to take it seriously, Imeeya found herself frustrated again. Her voice raised slightly as she responded to her mother on that point. “If I wanted something that only worked for Dolomesa, I would not be bringing this to the Senate at all. I would implement my own policies and leave the others to deal with the pirates on their own. If we all come together the solution can be more efficient.”
Imeeya’s response didn’t answer all the questions her mother had posed, but she hoped that perhaps her argument had been persuasive enough that those questions no longer mattered. Maybe then her mother could see where she was coming from.
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Imeeya wasn’t sure what she had expected from her mother. A pat on the head? To be told that she had had a brilliant idea? Maybe just some approval that she was taking the time to be more politically minded. She should have known better. She knew her mother expected nothing less than perfection, and here she had only brought half an idea. Part of that was by design. She didn’t want her mother just to take what she had and run with it leaving her out of the actual implementation of the idea. She had just wanted to ask for advice.
Imeeya bristled at her mother’s first criticisms. She did have the numbers. How did her mother possibly think that she would bring this to her without bringing it to her without having poured through her own books? Why did she think it had taken her so long to consider bringing this to the attention of the senate. She had known about the problems in her own province since Ermaios. She wanted a solution that didn’t just work for her own province. She didn’t just want to patch over the problem in her own province and let such problems move to other areas. She wanted to solve the problem once and for all.
Imeeya bit down her temper. Her mother wouldn’t listen to her if she were to get angry at the first challenge. She tried to keep her voice steady as she replied. “If you would have let me explain myself, I do, in fact, have the numbers.” Or at least she had them for her own province. “I don’t have them with me since I didn’t expect for you to ask to see them right at this moment, but I’m not coming to you with some untested solution.” Imeeya’s tone was still argumentative, but it was much less confrontational than it could have been had Imeeya shown the full force of her anger at her mother’s questions.
“What I can say is that I have, in Dolomesa, implemented a required registry of tattoos or brands used. This has led to a decrease of slaves stolen, and no decrease in numbers of slaves sold in Dolomesan markets.” However, it had only been a few months. Perhaps knowledge of Dolomesan slave markings had only worked to make Dolomesa a less profitable location for stealing slaves when there were other nearby places that had not mandated registering slave marks.
Imeeya continued, her temper dying down and she grew more confident in the points that she was making“I think that your concerns that people might operate outside the law are overblown. The people who own the largest mines and largest numbers of slaves are nobility. It becomes not only a matter of money, but a matter of honor to obey the laws of what slaves they own. We focus on them, and pressure them to police their own mines. I’m sure they already have their own men to prevent runaways. Perhaps those who own smaller numbers of slaves might choose to act outside the law, but, by definition, they can only have a small effect on the market.” Imeeya was hesitant to flat out say that they should only worry about prosecuting those who flouted the laws on a large scale, but the implication was there. It would mean less work and less manpower required to enforce the regulations.
As to the implication that she had to make a solution that everyone wanted if she wanted to get people to take it seriously, Imeeya found herself frustrated again. Her voice raised slightly as she responded to her mother on that point. “If I wanted something that only worked for Dolomesa, I would not be bringing this to the Senate at all. I would implement my own policies and leave the others to deal with the pirates on their own. If we all come together the solution can be more efficient.”
Imeeya’s response didn’t answer all the questions her mother had posed, but she hoped that perhaps her argument had been persuasive enough that those questions no longer mattered. Maybe then her mother could see where she was coming from.
Imeeya wasn’t sure what she had expected from her mother. A pat on the head? To be told that she had had a brilliant idea? Maybe just some approval that she was taking the time to be more politically minded. She should have known better. She knew her mother expected nothing less than perfection, and here she had only brought half an idea. Part of that was by design. She didn’t want her mother just to take what she had and run with it leaving her out of the actual implementation of the idea. She had just wanted to ask for advice.
Imeeya bristled at her mother’s first criticisms. She did have the numbers. How did her mother possibly think that she would bring this to her without bringing it to her without having poured through her own books? Why did she think it had taken her so long to consider bringing this to the attention of the senate. She had known about the problems in her own province since Ermaios. She wanted a solution that didn’t just work for her own province. She didn’t just want to patch over the problem in her own province and let such problems move to other areas. She wanted to solve the problem once and for all.
Imeeya bit down her temper. Her mother wouldn’t listen to her if she were to get angry at the first challenge. She tried to keep her voice steady as she replied. “If you would have let me explain myself, I do, in fact, have the numbers.” Or at least she had them for her own province. “I don’t have them with me since I didn’t expect for you to ask to see them right at this moment, but I’m not coming to you with some untested solution.” Imeeya’s tone was still argumentative, but it was much less confrontational than it could have been had Imeeya shown the full force of her anger at her mother’s questions.
“What I can say is that I have, in Dolomesa, implemented a required registry of tattoos or brands used. This has led to a decrease of slaves stolen, and no decrease in numbers of slaves sold in Dolomesan markets.” However, it had only been a few months. Perhaps knowledge of Dolomesan slave markings had only worked to make Dolomesa a less profitable location for stealing slaves when there were other nearby places that had not mandated registering slave marks.
Imeeya continued, her temper dying down and she grew more confident in the points that she was making“I think that your concerns that people might operate outside the law are overblown. The people who own the largest mines and largest numbers of slaves are nobility. It becomes not only a matter of money, but a matter of honor to obey the laws of what slaves they own. We focus on them, and pressure them to police their own mines. I’m sure they already have their own men to prevent runaways. Perhaps those who own smaller numbers of slaves might choose to act outside the law, but, by definition, they can only have a small effect on the market.” Imeeya was hesitant to flat out say that they should only worry about prosecuting those who flouted the laws on a large scale, but the implication was there. It would mean less work and less manpower required to enforce the regulations.
As to the implication that she had to make a solution that everyone wanted if she wanted to get people to take it seriously, Imeeya found herself frustrated again. Her voice raised slightly as she responded to her mother on that point. “If I wanted something that only worked for Dolomesa, I would not be bringing this to the Senate at all. I would implement my own policies and leave the others to deal with the pirates on their own. If we all come together the solution can be more efficient.”
Imeeya’s response didn’t answer all the questions her mother had posed, but she hoped that perhaps her argument had been persuasive enough that those questions no longer mattered. Maybe then her mother could see where she was coming from.
As a mother, Tythra liked Imeeya’s answers. As she expected, Imeeya put thought into this proposal. This was not a random dream of an idealistic child. This was a budding politician at work, seeing an issue and fighting to have it resolved correctly. Tythra could not be more proud of her little girl growing up to have an interest in politics as her mother did. This was all Tythra ever wanted. She wanted Imeeya and Essa to grow up to be strong, smart, capable women. She wanted them to be more than a lord’s wife. She wanted them to flourish.
As a Head of House Tythra was not convinced. One of the (many) skills Tythra had was to be able to set aside personal feelings when it came to work. In this case, Tythra would be both a good mother and a good Head of House if she treated Imeeya as if this was a senate meeting. While harsh, it would best prepare Imeeya for what is to come should she truly push this initiative. More so, it will give Imeeya the chance to see what it is like to be Tythra. For if she can’t handle her own mother pulling each of her issues apart bit by bit, then how would she be able to stand on her own when her mother is long dead in a room full of men in the senate? Tythra did not have her father or mother there to teach her how to be a senate leader. It was a trial by fire. Imeeya was much luckier.
And so Tythra would not relent. She would pick it apart until Imeeya had a factual retaliation for everything Tythra could throw at her. She would poke at every hole until Imeeya knew how to fix it. She would ask every question under the sun until Imeeya was at the point that she could even predict what Tythra would ask next. Imeeya might not ever see this brought to the senate, but it did not mean that she would have no part in this if it did, in fact, hold water.
What Tythra did not tell Imeeya now, not until she was ready, was that senate meetings did not always happen inside the senate. Oh sure, everything official happened there. But much of the negotiation happened outside of senate. The lunches and dinners, court, even a wedding, or a funeral was a chance to be political. (There certainly were a lot of political talk during Thesus’s funeral that Tythra overheard.) Imeeya did not have the ability to present this, but it certainly didn’t mean she didn’t have the ability to negotiate it. Though, of course, for now Tythra would remain silent.
“How long have you implemented these changes, Imeeya? How far back did you compare the numbers? A year? Two? Three? Could it not just be seasonal changes that have seen a decrease in pirate activity? Or, perhaps, a war? There are more warships in the ocean now than ever before. What makes you think that Dolomesa’s decrease is due to your changes and not the environment in which we live in?” Tythra continued to question her daughter.
It was not over just then. Tythra took a sip of her tea and quirked her eyebrow, “You say this is a widespread problem, Imeeya, but you only have access to what you know of Dolomesa. What makes you think the other baronies are suffering? And if your solution is so simple, and has seen immediate change, why do you think the other baronies hadn’t chosen to follow? What makes this require a senate meeting?”
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As a mother, Tythra liked Imeeya’s answers. As she expected, Imeeya put thought into this proposal. This was not a random dream of an idealistic child. This was a budding politician at work, seeing an issue and fighting to have it resolved correctly. Tythra could not be more proud of her little girl growing up to have an interest in politics as her mother did. This was all Tythra ever wanted. She wanted Imeeya and Essa to grow up to be strong, smart, capable women. She wanted them to be more than a lord’s wife. She wanted them to flourish.
As a Head of House Tythra was not convinced. One of the (many) skills Tythra had was to be able to set aside personal feelings when it came to work. In this case, Tythra would be both a good mother and a good Head of House if she treated Imeeya as if this was a senate meeting. While harsh, it would best prepare Imeeya for what is to come should she truly push this initiative. More so, it will give Imeeya the chance to see what it is like to be Tythra. For if she can’t handle her own mother pulling each of her issues apart bit by bit, then how would she be able to stand on her own when her mother is long dead in a room full of men in the senate? Tythra did not have her father or mother there to teach her how to be a senate leader. It was a trial by fire. Imeeya was much luckier.
And so Tythra would not relent. She would pick it apart until Imeeya had a factual retaliation for everything Tythra could throw at her. She would poke at every hole until Imeeya knew how to fix it. She would ask every question under the sun until Imeeya was at the point that she could even predict what Tythra would ask next. Imeeya might not ever see this brought to the senate, but it did not mean that she would have no part in this if it did, in fact, hold water.
What Tythra did not tell Imeeya now, not until she was ready, was that senate meetings did not always happen inside the senate. Oh sure, everything official happened there. But much of the negotiation happened outside of senate. The lunches and dinners, court, even a wedding, or a funeral was a chance to be political. (There certainly were a lot of political talk during Thesus’s funeral that Tythra overheard.) Imeeya did not have the ability to present this, but it certainly didn’t mean she didn’t have the ability to negotiate it. Though, of course, for now Tythra would remain silent.
“How long have you implemented these changes, Imeeya? How far back did you compare the numbers? A year? Two? Three? Could it not just be seasonal changes that have seen a decrease in pirate activity? Or, perhaps, a war? There are more warships in the ocean now than ever before. What makes you think that Dolomesa’s decrease is due to your changes and not the environment in which we live in?” Tythra continued to question her daughter.
It was not over just then. Tythra took a sip of her tea and quirked her eyebrow, “You say this is a widespread problem, Imeeya, but you only have access to what you know of Dolomesa. What makes you think the other baronies are suffering? And if your solution is so simple, and has seen immediate change, why do you think the other baronies hadn’t chosen to follow? What makes this require a senate meeting?”
As a mother, Tythra liked Imeeya’s answers. As she expected, Imeeya put thought into this proposal. This was not a random dream of an idealistic child. This was a budding politician at work, seeing an issue and fighting to have it resolved correctly. Tythra could not be more proud of her little girl growing up to have an interest in politics as her mother did. This was all Tythra ever wanted. She wanted Imeeya and Essa to grow up to be strong, smart, capable women. She wanted them to be more than a lord’s wife. She wanted them to flourish.
As a Head of House Tythra was not convinced. One of the (many) skills Tythra had was to be able to set aside personal feelings when it came to work. In this case, Tythra would be both a good mother and a good Head of House if she treated Imeeya as if this was a senate meeting. While harsh, it would best prepare Imeeya for what is to come should she truly push this initiative. More so, it will give Imeeya the chance to see what it is like to be Tythra. For if she can’t handle her own mother pulling each of her issues apart bit by bit, then how would she be able to stand on her own when her mother is long dead in a room full of men in the senate? Tythra did not have her father or mother there to teach her how to be a senate leader. It was a trial by fire. Imeeya was much luckier.
And so Tythra would not relent. She would pick it apart until Imeeya had a factual retaliation for everything Tythra could throw at her. She would poke at every hole until Imeeya knew how to fix it. She would ask every question under the sun until Imeeya was at the point that she could even predict what Tythra would ask next. Imeeya might not ever see this brought to the senate, but it did not mean that she would have no part in this if it did, in fact, hold water.
What Tythra did not tell Imeeya now, not until she was ready, was that senate meetings did not always happen inside the senate. Oh sure, everything official happened there. But much of the negotiation happened outside of senate. The lunches and dinners, court, even a wedding, or a funeral was a chance to be political. (There certainly were a lot of political talk during Thesus’s funeral that Tythra overheard.) Imeeya did not have the ability to present this, but it certainly didn’t mean she didn’t have the ability to negotiate it. Though, of course, for now Tythra would remain silent.
“How long have you implemented these changes, Imeeya? How far back did you compare the numbers? A year? Two? Three? Could it not just be seasonal changes that have seen a decrease in pirate activity? Or, perhaps, a war? There are more warships in the ocean now than ever before. What makes you think that Dolomesa’s decrease is due to your changes and not the environment in which we live in?” Tythra continued to question her daughter.
It was not over just then. Tythra took a sip of her tea and quirked her eyebrow, “You say this is a widespread problem, Imeeya, but you only have access to what you know of Dolomesa. What makes you think the other baronies are suffering? And if your solution is so simple, and has seen immediate change, why do you think the other baronies hadn’t chosen to follow? What makes this require a senate meeting?”
Would it have been so hard to admit that any of her answers had merit to them? Imeeya had come to her with an idea that had been well thought out. She had done her research. She had implemented her own solutions. She had evidence that they worked. Why was it never good enough? Clearly, her mother only wished to discourage her ambitions and just send her off to marry some prince somewhere. No Imeeya wasn’t going to let that happen. If her mother wouldn’t support her ideas she’d find someone else who would listen to her and take her seriously.
“So I’m supposed to wait years in order to even be able to suggest a change that worked for me?” Imeeya’s frustration with the situation burst through at her mother’s questioning. “And so since all of those years would then be during a war I suppose they wouldn’t count and I’d have to wait even more years to suggest any ideas that might be taken seriously.” It seemed positively insurmountable. It was hard enough getting anyone to take her seriously when she couldn’t even be there to defend the ideas herself, but now she couldn’t even propose them until she had years of experience testing them out?
Imeeya gritted her teeth, determined to argue her way out of how ridiculous her mother’s expectations were. Not that shouting at her mother had ever been at all helpful for her, but there was no space in her brain for that bit of logic. Her own anger with the situation was crowding it out. “Perhaps they just hadn’t thought of it yet?” Imeeya snapped, “Maybe it wasn’t that big of a problem yet? Maybe it only became a problem recently and they haven’t noticed it yet?” There were all sorts of possibilities here, all she wanted was a chance to discuss the problem with those who mattered. If she couldn’t even take these ideas to discuss them, how was she supposed to learn how these things affected other regions?
“I wasn’t suggesting that we just gather the Senate to deal with this problem. I only wanted the opportunity to discuss this problem and my proposed solution with the other barons. However, it’s clear that you don’t see this as something important.” That was always the problem, wasn’t it? How could she expect her ideas to be properly introduced and defended if those who she had to rely on to do it for her didn’t even believe in the validity of those ideas? Sure, Chares would introduce an idea if she told him he must, but she had no way to be sure that he would argue compellingly in favor of it.
Imeeya crossed her arms decisively as she ended her rant. Her mother was being completely unfair, it was nothing less than she deserved for being so completely unreasonable. Though, as the surge of adrenaline faded, her stomach dropped as she realized the extent of her frustrated outburst. Now her mother was never going to listen to her. She had ruined the meeting entirely letting her mother goad her into such an outburst. She wouldn’t be surprised if her mother had planned it that way to prove just how unsuitable she was to the job that she desired.
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Would it have been so hard to admit that any of her answers had merit to them? Imeeya had come to her with an idea that had been well thought out. She had done her research. She had implemented her own solutions. She had evidence that they worked. Why was it never good enough? Clearly, her mother only wished to discourage her ambitions and just send her off to marry some prince somewhere. No Imeeya wasn’t going to let that happen. If her mother wouldn’t support her ideas she’d find someone else who would listen to her and take her seriously.
“So I’m supposed to wait years in order to even be able to suggest a change that worked for me?” Imeeya’s frustration with the situation burst through at her mother’s questioning. “And so since all of those years would then be during a war I suppose they wouldn’t count and I’d have to wait even more years to suggest any ideas that might be taken seriously.” It seemed positively insurmountable. It was hard enough getting anyone to take her seriously when she couldn’t even be there to defend the ideas herself, but now she couldn’t even propose them until she had years of experience testing them out?
Imeeya gritted her teeth, determined to argue her way out of how ridiculous her mother’s expectations were. Not that shouting at her mother had ever been at all helpful for her, but there was no space in her brain for that bit of logic. Her own anger with the situation was crowding it out. “Perhaps they just hadn’t thought of it yet?” Imeeya snapped, “Maybe it wasn’t that big of a problem yet? Maybe it only became a problem recently and they haven’t noticed it yet?” There were all sorts of possibilities here, all she wanted was a chance to discuss the problem with those who mattered. If she couldn’t even take these ideas to discuss them, how was she supposed to learn how these things affected other regions?
“I wasn’t suggesting that we just gather the Senate to deal with this problem. I only wanted the opportunity to discuss this problem and my proposed solution with the other barons. However, it’s clear that you don’t see this as something important.” That was always the problem, wasn’t it? How could she expect her ideas to be properly introduced and defended if those who she had to rely on to do it for her didn’t even believe in the validity of those ideas? Sure, Chares would introduce an idea if she told him he must, but she had no way to be sure that he would argue compellingly in favor of it.
Imeeya crossed her arms decisively as she ended her rant. Her mother was being completely unfair, it was nothing less than she deserved for being so completely unreasonable. Though, as the surge of adrenaline faded, her stomach dropped as she realized the extent of her frustrated outburst. Now her mother was never going to listen to her. She had ruined the meeting entirely letting her mother goad her into such an outburst. She wouldn’t be surprised if her mother had planned it that way to prove just how unsuitable she was to the job that she desired.
Would it have been so hard to admit that any of her answers had merit to them? Imeeya had come to her with an idea that had been well thought out. She had done her research. She had implemented her own solutions. She had evidence that they worked. Why was it never good enough? Clearly, her mother only wished to discourage her ambitions and just send her off to marry some prince somewhere. No Imeeya wasn’t going to let that happen. If her mother wouldn’t support her ideas she’d find someone else who would listen to her and take her seriously.
“So I’m supposed to wait years in order to even be able to suggest a change that worked for me?” Imeeya’s frustration with the situation burst through at her mother’s questioning. “And so since all of those years would then be during a war I suppose they wouldn’t count and I’d have to wait even more years to suggest any ideas that might be taken seriously.” It seemed positively insurmountable. It was hard enough getting anyone to take her seriously when she couldn’t even be there to defend the ideas herself, but now she couldn’t even propose them until she had years of experience testing them out?
Imeeya gritted her teeth, determined to argue her way out of how ridiculous her mother’s expectations were. Not that shouting at her mother had ever been at all helpful for her, but there was no space in her brain for that bit of logic. Her own anger with the situation was crowding it out. “Perhaps they just hadn’t thought of it yet?” Imeeya snapped, “Maybe it wasn’t that big of a problem yet? Maybe it only became a problem recently and they haven’t noticed it yet?” There were all sorts of possibilities here, all she wanted was a chance to discuss the problem with those who mattered. If she couldn’t even take these ideas to discuss them, how was she supposed to learn how these things affected other regions?
“I wasn’t suggesting that we just gather the Senate to deal with this problem. I only wanted the opportunity to discuss this problem and my proposed solution with the other barons. However, it’s clear that you don’t see this as something important.” That was always the problem, wasn’t it? How could she expect her ideas to be properly introduced and defended if those who she had to rely on to do it for her didn’t even believe in the validity of those ideas? Sure, Chares would introduce an idea if she told him he must, but she had no way to be sure that he would argue compellingly in favor of it.
Imeeya crossed her arms decisively as she ended her rant. Her mother was being completely unfair, it was nothing less than she deserved for being so completely unreasonable. Though, as the surge of adrenaline faded, her stomach dropped as she realized the extent of her frustrated outburst. Now her mother was never going to listen to her. She had ruined the meeting entirely letting her mother goad her into such an outburst. She wouldn’t be surprised if her mother had planned it that way to prove just how unsuitable she was to the job that she desired.
It was times like these that Imeeya most reminded Tythra of her younger years. Her mother would often try to guide Tythra, teach her in the exact manner that Tythra was teaching Imeeya- harshly. And Tythra reacted very similarly. She was, for lack of a better word, a brat. She would argue with her mother. She would find the Queen to be ridiculous, over the top, unfair.
But then Tythra got to the situation that her mother was preparing her for and suddenly she’d have a oh moment where she understood her mother, as horrible and mean as she might have been. Though, Tythra had never once admitted it to her, not until she was on her dying bed and even then she hadn’t had the same wisdom as Tythra now had. And yet… she still hated how right her mother was. One day Imeeya would as well.
So much like Queen Kaiti, Tythra did not allow herself to get phased by her daughter’s little outburst. She calmly sipped her tea, wearing the same face she had seen from her mother far too often; a completely neutral look and one of infuriating patience. Only when Imeeya finished, did Tythra put down her teacup and lean back in the couch. But she didn’t speak, not at first. She allowed a beat to past, two, for Imeeya to collect her thoughts and to be sure that she was finished.
Tythra could lecture Imeeya right now. She could remind her of her manners. She could remind her of her emotions. It was those emotions that were clouding her right now. But Imeeya would learn to control them, just like Essa would one day. Thesus never did, but Tythra had faith. She would see her girl’s succeed.
Thus it would not do for Tythra to even look annoyed at Imeeya. She was awarded far more patience than anyone else would deserve, to that one day she would be grateful for. A day… when Tythra was long buried. “If I don’t see this as important, how do you propose to change my mind, Imeeya?” Tythra continued her questions, crossing her leg as she examined her daughter. Was this what she looked like, she wondered? When Queen Kaiti talked in such an infuriating patronizing way that Tythra did exactly what her mother wanted her to do thinking that she was spiting her instead? Was this what Tythra appeared to her?
If only she could speak with her now.
“If you cannot answer my questions, Imeeya, then why on earth would I find this important? Why would I look to you for proposals, let alone any other baron? If you want to be a woman of respect in the world of politics then you need to think like a politician and not some idealistic child, Imeeya. Don’t be like your father and allow your emotions to take over. If you don’t know the answers, find the answers. The moment you say maybe then you lose all credibility. You are to be the expert, Imeeya. Lose maybe from your vocabulary. That word is for people lesser than who you strive to be.”
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It was times like these that Imeeya most reminded Tythra of her younger years. Her mother would often try to guide Tythra, teach her in the exact manner that Tythra was teaching Imeeya- harshly. And Tythra reacted very similarly. She was, for lack of a better word, a brat. She would argue with her mother. She would find the Queen to be ridiculous, over the top, unfair.
But then Tythra got to the situation that her mother was preparing her for and suddenly she’d have a oh moment where she understood her mother, as horrible and mean as she might have been. Though, Tythra had never once admitted it to her, not until she was on her dying bed and even then she hadn’t had the same wisdom as Tythra now had. And yet… she still hated how right her mother was. One day Imeeya would as well.
So much like Queen Kaiti, Tythra did not allow herself to get phased by her daughter’s little outburst. She calmly sipped her tea, wearing the same face she had seen from her mother far too often; a completely neutral look and one of infuriating patience. Only when Imeeya finished, did Tythra put down her teacup and lean back in the couch. But she didn’t speak, not at first. She allowed a beat to past, two, for Imeeya to collect her thoughts and to be sure that she was finished.
Tythra could lecture Imeeya right now. She could remind her of her manners. She could remind her of her emotions. It was those emotions that were clouding her right now. But Imeeya would learn to control them, just like Essa would one day. Thesus never did, but Tythra had faith. She would see her girl’s succeed.
Thus it would not do for Tythra to even look annoyed at Imeeya. She was awarded far more patience than anyone else would deserve, to that one day she would be grateful for. A day… when Tythra was long buried. “If I don’t see this as important, how do you propose to change my mind, Imeeya?” Tythra continued her questions, crossing her leg as she examined her daughter. Was this what she looked like, she wondered? When Queen Kaiti talked in such an infuriating patronizing way that Tythra did exactly what her mother wanted her to do thinking that she was spiting her instead? Was this what Tythra appeared to her?
If only she could speak with her now.
“If you cannot answer my questions, Imeeya, then why on earth would I find this important? Why would I look to you for proposals, let alone any other baron? If you want to be a woman of respect in the world of politics then you need to think like a politician and not some idealistic child, Imeeya. Don’t be like your father and allow your emotions to take over. If you don’t know the answers, find the answers. The moment you say maybe then you lose all credibility. You are to be the expert, Imeeya. Lose maybe from your vocabulary. That word is for people lesser than who you strive to be.”
It was times like these that Imeeya most reminded Tythra of her younger years. Her mother would often try to guide Tythra, teach her in the exact manner that Tythra was teaching Imeeya- harshly. And Tythra reacted very similarly. She was, for lack of a better word, a brat. She would argue with her mother. She would find the Queen to be ridiculous, over the top, unfair.
But then Tythra got to the situation that her mother was preparing her for and suddenly she’d have a oh moment where she understood her mother, as horrible and mean as she might have been. Though, Tythra had never once admitted it to her, not until she was on her dying bed and even then she hadn’t had the same wisdom as Tythra now had. And yet… she still hated how right her mother was. One day Imeeya would as well.
So much like Queen Kaiti, Tythra did not allow herself to get phased by her daughter’s little outburst. She calmly sipped her tea, wearing the same face she had seen from her mother far too often; a completely neutral look and one of infuriating patience. Only when Imeeya finished, did Tythra put down her teacup and lean back in the couch. But she didn’t speak, not at first. She allowed a beat to past, two, for Imeeya to collect her thoughts and to be sure that she was finished.
Tythra could lecture Imeeya right now. She could remind her of her manners. She could remind her of her emotions. It was those emotions that were clouding her right now. But Imeeya would learn to control them, just like Essa would one day. Thesus never did, but Tythra had faith. She would see her girl’s succeed.
Thus it would not do for Tythra to even look annoyed at Imeeya. She was awarded far more patience than anyone else would deserve, to that one day she would be grateful for. A day… when Tythra was long buried. “If I don’t see this as important, how do you propose to change my mind, Imeeya?” Tythra continued her questions, crossing her leg as she examined her daughter. Was this what she looked like, she wondered? When Queen Kaiti talked in such an infuriating patronizing way that Tythra did exactly what her mother wanted her to do thinking that she was spiting her instead? Was this what Tythra appeared to her?
If only she could speak with her now.
“If you cannot answer my questions, Imeeya, then why on earth would I find this important? Why would I look to you for proposals, let alone any other baron? If you want to be a woman of respect in the world of politics then you need to think like a politician and not some idealistic child, Imeeya. Don’t be like your father and allow your emotions to take over. If you don’t know the answers, find the answers. The moment you say maybe then you lose all credibility. You are to be the expert, Imeeya. Lose maybe from your vocabulary. That word is for people lesser than who you strive to be.”
As Imeeya had grown more and more worked up about the point she was trying to prove, Tythra just stared at her blankly. Completely emotionless. It was like she didn’t even care about what Imeeya had to say. Perhaps she was just humoring her. Why should she entertain the political ideas of a lady who was only supposed to marry and bear children? Perhaps she thought it was kinder not to encourage such things. As far as Imeeya was concerned, it only made her more angry and more driven to prove her mother wrong.
While she might have been embarrassed by her outburst at first, when her mother spoke, the embarrassment was quickly replaced with anger. Her mother certainly made it clear where she stood on such things. She didn’t even care what Imeeya had to say. Imeeya had spent months researching this idea, and even more months implementing her ideas in her own province and waiting for reports of the results. She finally had a report that she was ready to bring before the Senate and her mother clearly couldn’t care less about all of the work that she had done to improve her own barony, and all the work she was trying to do to improve Colchis just because she couldn’t answer some clearly impossible questions.
Imeeya’s gaze was icy as she addressed her mother in a biting, almost sarcastic tone. “The only reason I don’t have the answers to your question is that I can’t simply travel through time on a whim. Neither can I try all the different possibilities and see how they go in the future. I can’t say how much of what I observed in my own policies is due to the season or the war or the phase of the moon. All I can tell you is that they worked.” And why shouldn’t it be enough for the other senators that it had worked in Dolomesa? She had had an idea, she had implemented it and it had worked? Shouldn’t that be enough to at least debate the idea in the Senate? Especially when this wasn’t so much a theoretical problem as an ongoing problem.
This time Imeeya was less angry and more impassioned as she addressed her mother. This was something she believed strongly in. “We can spend all this time trying to determine whether or not my plans actually work, but the problem exists here and now. It’s not something that we can wait years to try to solve. I have done my research and I have looked at provinces other than my own. Your library has the records for all the provinces in our control and there have been other mentions of such problems with piracy including one from Magnemea as recently as last month.” Imeeya glared at her mother, just daring her to say that her idea was unimportant now.
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As Imeeya had grown more and more worked up about the point she was trying to prove, Tythra just stared at her blankly. Completely emotionless. It was like she didn’t even care about what Imeeya had to say. Perhaps she was just humoring her. Why should she entertain the political ideas of a lady who was only supposed to marry and bear children? Perhaps she thought it was kinder not to encourage such things. As far as Imeeya was concerned, it only made her more angry and more driven to prove her mother wrong.
While she might have been embarrassed by her outburst at first, when her mother spoke, the embarrassment was quickly replaced with anger. Her mother certainly made it clear where she stood on such things. She didn’t even care what Imeeya had to say. Imeeya had spent months researching this idea, and even more months implementing her ideas in her own province and waiting for reports of the results. She finally had a report that she was ready to bring before the Senate and her mother clearly couldn’t care less about all of the work that she had done to improve her own barony, and all the work she was trying to do to improve Colchis just because she couldn’t answer some clearly impossible questions.
Imeeya’s gaze was icy as she addressed her mother in a biting, almost sarcastic tone. “The only reason I don’t have the answers to your question is that I can’t simply travel through time on a whim. Neither can I try all the different possibilities and see how they go in the future. I can’t say how much of what I observed in my own policies is due to the season or the war or the phase of the moon. All I can tell you is that they worked.” And why shouldn’t it be enough for the other senators that it had worked in Dolomesa? She had had an idea, she had implemented it and it had worked? Shouldn’t that be enough to at least debate the idea in the Senate? Especially when this wasn’t so much a theoretical problem as an ongoing problem.
This time Imeeya was less angry and more impassioned as she addressed her mother. This was something she believed strongly in. “We can spend all this time trying to determine whether or not my plans actually work, but the problem exists here and now. It’s not something that we can wait years to try to solve. I have done my research and I have looked at provinces other than my own. Your library has the records for all the provinces in our control and there have been other mentions of such problems with piracy including one from Magnemea as recently as last month.” Imeeya glared at her mother, just daring her to say that her idea was unimportant now.
As Imeeya had grown more and more worked up about the point she was trying to prove, Tythra just stared at her blankly. Completely emotionless. It was like she didn’t even care about what Imeeya had to say. Perhaps she was just humoring her. Why should she entertain the political ideas of a lady who was only supposed to marry and bear children? Perhaps she thought it was kinder not to encourage such things. As far as Imeeya was concerned, it only made her more angry and more driven to prove her mother wrong.
While she might have been embarrassed by her outburst at first, when her mother spoke, the embarrassment was quickly replaced with anger. Her mother certainly made it clear where she stood on such things. She didn’t even care what Imeeya had to say. Imeeya had spent months researching this idea, and even more months implementing her ideas in her own province and waiting for reports of the results. She finally had a report that she was ready to bring before the Senate and her mother clearly couldn’t care less about all of the work that she had done to improve her own barony, and all the work she was trying to do to improve Colchis just because she couldn’t answer some clearly impossible questions.
Imeeya’s gaze was icy as she addressed her mother in a biting, almost sarcastic tone. “The only reason I don’t have the answers to your question is that I can’t simply travel through time on a whim. Neither can I try all the different possibilities and see how they go in the future. I can’t say how much of what I observed in my own policies is due to the season or the war or the phase of the moon. All I can tell you is that they worked.” And why shouldn’t it be enough for the other senators that it had worked in Dolomesa? She had had an idea, she had implemented it and it had worked? Shouldn’t that be enough to at least debate the idea in the Senate? Especially when this wasn’t so much a theoretical problem as an ongoing problem.
This time Imeeya was less angry and more impassioned as she addressed her mother. This was something she believed strongly in. “We can spend all this time trying to determine whether or not my plans actually work, but the problem exists here and now. It’s not something that we can wait years to try to solve. I have done my research and I have looked at provinces other than my own. Your library has the records for all the provinces in our control and there have been other mentions of such problems with piracy including one from Magnemea as recently as last month.” Imeeya glared at her mother, just daring her to say that her idea was unimportant now.
Oh, Magnemea, it comes full circle. Since that conversation with their captain, she had been doing research on her own. The numbers- in particular, the drastic change in just one year, is something worth investigating- but not something Tythra would be willing to put on piracy alone. For those numbers don’t align with other coastal provinces, but that was another matter entirely.
All I can tell you is that it worked. Oh if only that would suffice. The world would be so much different if blind trust could happen. And it’s not as if Tythra was unwilling to say there was a problem- she was no fool. She could see when there were problems, and problems need to be dealt with- but in a way that is elegant and fixes issues without causing more. The person with the best solution isn’t simply the one who shouts it the loudest, but it’s the one who does that and has the data to back it up.
“Stop, Imeeya,” Tythra instructed calmly. “Take a breath. Think. You’re letting your emotions get ahead of you and your indignation is showing.” Tythra said unblinkingly as she finished the last of her tea.
Right, if Imeeya thought Tythra was blunt before- she was about to see what it truly meant now. “Without a proper inspection, documentation, and data your idea lacks merit. Without the ability to calmly answer questions, it lacks substance. You are wanting to enter the world of politics, Imeeya, but you are at a disadvantage. Already the men you would be working with think you incapable, and they will seek to prove that at any point. Any mistake, any oversight, any lack of confidence will prove you a charlatan. This solution you presented is weak, and the argument you have given is even weaker. The moment you lose control of your emotions as a woman, you have lost. No matter how good the argument.”
Imeeya may remind Tythra of a younger version of herself, but there are some parts of Thesus in her as well. His heart is in both those girls, and while in some cases it’s good… in others, it serves as a detriment. Even dead all these years, the ghost of Thesus still is here parenting his children- though he is lucky that Tythra can’t argue with him now. Otherwise, she’d tell him he’s doing it wrong, to which he would roll his eyes and tell Tythra to calm down- which would immediately get her more annoyed. He’d coddle them far too much.
But Tythra wasn’t a coddler, clearly. She believed in telling her daughters the truth, no matter how hard it was for them to hear it. It’d better prepare them, and they had a harder fight than most women. Tythra wasn’t raising them to be wives, she was raising them to be leaders. She wasn’t raising daughters, she was raising sons. And dammit, they would succeed even if when Tythra died all they would be able to talk about was how much they hated her. Though… she hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
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Oh, Magnemea, it comes full circle. Since that conversation with their captain, she had been doing research on her own. The numbers- in particular, the drastic change in just one year, is something worth investigating- but not something Tythra would be willing to put on piracy alone. For those numbers don’t align with other coastal provinces, but that was another matter entirely.
All I can tell you is that it worked. Oh if only that would suffice. The world would be so much different if blind trust could happen. And it’s not as if Tythra was unwilling to say there was a problem- she was no fool. She could see when there were problems, and problems need to be dealt with- but in a way that is elegant and fixes issues without causing more. The person with the best solution isn’t simply the one who shouts it the loudest, but it’s the one who does that and has the data to back it up.
“Stop, Imeeya,” Tythra instructed calmly. “Take a breath. Think. You’re letting your emotions get ahead of you and your indignation is showing.” Tythra said unblinkingly as she finished the last of her tea.
Right, if Imeeya thought Tythra was blunt before- she was about to see what it truly meant now. “Without a proper inspection, documentation, and data your idea lacks merit. Without the ability to calmly answer questions, it lacks substance. You are wanting to enter the world of politics, Imeeya, but you are at a disadvantage. Already the men you would be working with think you incapable, and they will seek to prove that at any point. Any mistake, any oversight, any lack of confidence will prove you a charlatan. This solution you presented is weak, and the argument you have given is even weaker. The moment you lose control of your emotions as a woman, you have lost. No matter how good the argument.”
Imeeya may remind Tythra of a younger version of herself, but there are some parts of Thesus in her as well. His heart is in both those girls, and while in some cases it’s good… in others, it serves as a detriment. Even dead all these years, the ghost of Thesus still is here parenting his children- though he is lucky that Tythra can’t argue with him now. Otherwise, she’d tell him he’s doing it wrong, to which he would roll his eyes and tell Tythra to calm down- which would immediately get her more annoyed. He’d coddle them far too much.
But Tythra wasn’t a coddler, clearly. She believed in telling her daughters the truth, no matter how hard it was for them to hear it. It’d better prepare them, and they had a harder fight than most women. Tythra wasn’t raising them to be wives, she was raising them to be leaders. She wasn’t raising daughters, she was raising sons. And dammit, they would succeed even if when Tythra died all they would be able to talk about was how much they hated her. Though… she hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
Oh, Magnemea, it comes full circle. Since that conversation with their captain, she had been doing research on her own. The numbers- in particular, the drastic change in just one year, is something worth investigating- but not something Tythra would be willing to put on piracy alone. For those numbers don’t align with other coastal provinces, but that was another matter entirely.
All I can tell you is that it worked. Oh if only that would suffice. The world would be so much different if blind trust could happen. And it’s not as if Tythra was unwilling to say there was a problem- she was no fool. She could see when there were problems, and problems need to be dealt with- but in a way that is elegant and fixes issues without causing more. The person with the best solution isn’t simply the one who shouts it the loudest, but it’s the one who does that and has the data to back it up.
“Stop, Imeeya,” Tythra instructed calmly. “Take a breath. Think. You’re letting your emotions get ahead of you and your indignation is showing.” Tythra said unblinkingly as she finished the last of her tea.
Right, if Imeeya thought Tythra was blunt before- she was about to see what it truly meant now. “Without a proper inspection, documentation, and data your idea lacks merit. Without the ability to calmly answer questions, it lacks substance. You are wanting to enter the world of politics, Imeeya, but you are at a disadvantage. Already the men you would be working with think you incapable, and they will seek to prove that at any point. Any mistake, any oversight, any lack of confidence will prove you a charlatan. This solution you presented is weak, and the argument you have given is even weaker. The moment you lose control of your emotions as a woman, you have lost. No matter how good the argument.”
Imeeya may remind Tythra of a younger version of herself, but there are some parts of Thesus in her as well. His heart is in both those girls, and while in some cases it’s good… in others, it serves as a detriment. Even dead all these years, the ghost of Thesus still is here parenting his children- though he is lucky that Tythra can’t argue with him now. Otherwise, she’d tell him he’s doing it wrong, to which he would roll his eyes and tell Tythra to calm down- which would immediately get her more annoyed. He’d coddle them far too much.
But Tythra wasn’t a coddler, clearly. She believed in telling her daughters the truth, no matter how hard it was for them to hear it. It’d better prepare them, and they had a harder fight than most women. Tythra wasn’t raising them to be wives, she was raising them to be leaders. She wasn’t raising daughters, she was raising sons. And dammit, they would succeed even if when Tythra died all they would be able to talk about was how much they hated her. Though… she hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
How could her mother stay so calm through all of this? It was like she had no emotions at all, and it was absolutely infuriating. Did she even care at all about anything Imeeya had said? Did she even care at all about how Imeeya felt? No, she knew better than to expect her mother to care one iota about her feelings.
So her mother wasn’t even going to address the points that she had brought up? Instead, she was just going to lecture her on her behavior. Typical. Her mother’s calm reaction did nothing to soothe her temper, in fact, it only made her anger burn brighter. Imeeya managed to stay quiet through her mother’s lecture only by clenching her teeth so hard that it felt like they might break. The moment her mother stopped speaking, Imeeya couldn’t help but bite back at her mother’s words.
“If you’re so convinced that being a woman makes me incapable of doing anything right as a politician, why did you make me baroness anyway? Just so you could dangle the barony as bait for whoever you were going to marry me off to?” The more her mother had spoken the more angry she had become. Her mother just seemed so determined to convince her that she was never going to be the senator that she wanted to be.
“You know what. I didn’t ask your opinion on any of this,” Imeeya retorted, completely ignoring the fact that she had actually asked for her mother’s opinion and that was the only reason she was having this discussion in the first place. “I will succeed at this without your help. Who cares about your opinion anyway?” She did, but she wasn’t about to let her mother know that.
With that Imeeya rose from her seat, heading for the door and then slamming said door behind her as she left the room. The startled look of the maid in the hallway showed her that at least someone appreciated that she was in a bad mood. She was sure her mother wouldn’t care one way or another as long as it didn’t lead to anything that brought shame to the Drakos name. Well, she didn’t have to worry about that. Imeeya had no desire to embarrass herself, but she was determined to prove her mother wrong.
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How could her mother stay so calm through all of this? It was like she had no emotions at all, and it was absolutely infuriating. Did she even care at all about anything Imeeya had said? Did she even care at all about how Imeeya felt? No, she knew better than to expect her mother to care one iota about her feelings.
So her mother wasn’t even going to address the points that she had brought up? Instead, she was just going to lecture her on her behavior. Typical. Her mother’s calm reaction did nothing to soothe her temper, in fact, it only made her anger burn brighter. Imeeya managed to stay quiet through her mother’s lecture only by clenching her teeth so hard that it felt like they might break. The moment her mother stopped speaking, Imeeya couldn’t help but bite back at her mother’s words.
“If you’re so convinced that being a woman makes me incapable of doing anything right as a politician, why did you make me baroness anyway? Just so you could dangle the barony as bait for whoever you were going to marry me off to?” The more her mother had spoken the more angry she had become. Her mother just seemed so determined to convince her that she was never going to be the senator that she wanted to be.
“You know what. I didn’t ask your opinion on any of this,” Imeeya retorted, completely ignoring the fact that she had actually asked for her mother’s opinion and that was the only reason she was having this discussion in the first place. “I will succeed at this without your help. Who cares about your opinion anyway?” She did, but she wasn’t about to let her mother know that.
With that Imeeya rose from her seat, heading for the door and then slamming said door behind her as she left the room. The startled look of the maid in the hallway showed her that at least someone appreciated that she was in a bad mood. She was sure her mother wouldn’t care one way or another as long as it didn’t lead to anything that brought shame to the Drakos name. Well, she didn’t have to worry about that. Imeeya had no desire to embarrass herself, but she was determined to prove her mother wrong.
How could her mother stay so calm through all of this? It was like she had no emotions at all, and it was absolutely infuriating. Did she even care at all about anything Imeeya had said? Did she even care at all about how Imeeya felt? No, she knew better than to expect her mother to care one iota about her feelings.
So her mother wasn’t even going to address the points that she had brought up? Instead, she was just going to lecture her on her behavior. Typical. Her mother’s calm reaction did nothing to soothe her temper, in fact, it only made her anger burn brighter. Imeeya managed to stay quiet through her mother’s lecture only by clenching her teeth so hard that it felt like they might break. The moment her mother stopped speaking, Imeeya couldn’t help but bite back at her mother’s words.
“If you’re so convinced that being a woman makes me incapable of doing anything right as a politician, why did you make me baroness anyway? Just so you could dangle the barony as bait for whoever you were going to marry me off to?” The more her mother had spoken the more angry she had become. Her mother just seemed so determined to convince her that she was never going to be the senator that she wanted to be.
“You know what. I didn’t ask your opinion on any of this,” Imeeya retorted, completely ignoring the fact that she had actually asked for her mother’s opinion and that was the only reason she was having this discussion in the first place. “I will succeed at this without your help. Who cares about your opinion anyway?” She did, but she wasn’t about to let her mother know that.
With that Imeeya rose from her seat, heading for the door and then slamming said door behind her as she left the room. The startled look of the maid in the hallway showed her that at least someone appreciated that she was in a bad mood. She was sure her mother wouldn’t care one way or another as long as it didn’t lead to anything that brought shame to the Drakos name. Well, she didn’t have to worry about that. Imeeya had no desire to embarrass herself, but she was determined to prove her mother wrong.
