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The trip to the Naos had been quick and sufficient to fulfill its purpose. While Emilia was not one who visited the temples often, preferring to pray every morning on her way to her tasks as a habit, she did think it had been a good idea to pay a visit upon her return from Taengea, and had made a decision to do so if and whenever she left on any prolonged journeys. As such, it seemed appropriate to bring Selene over to give thanks upon completing her week long voyage over from Taengea to Athenia to visit the new friend she had made.
Upon their return to the Royal Palace, Emilia made her leave from Selene to check with the slaves and chefs on the meals to be prepared that night, before heading to her room. Allowing Helen to remove all the jewelry and excessive finery from her, Emilia only allowed her simple circlet with a dimaond on her head, keeping her hair as it had been twined in braids on her head.
Removing the himation, Emilia was only in her riding, bright yellow exomis as she entered the dining hall where she had told slaves to inform Persephone and Selene was to arrive upon dinnertime.
Upon arrival where male slaves were quick to pull out Emilia's chair for her to take her seat by the head of the table, her heart filled with glee when she smelled the beautiful scents that were emitted from the kitchen, a sure sign of great food to come. She knew for a fact that her sister was sure to prepare one of her favorites - fresh shellfish caught from their harbors, steamed with the beautiful goat's milk from Chaopeia. Already displayed on the table was pats of what she knew from experience were goat's milk butter made from the same province, which would taste delicious with the freshly made bread.
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The trip to the Naos had been quick and sufficient to fulfill its purpose. While Emilia was not one who visited the temples often, preferring to pray every morning on her way to her tasks as a habit, she did think it had been a good idea to pay a visit upon her return from Taengea, and had made a decision to do so if and whenever she left on any prolonged journeys. As such, it seemed appropriate to bring Selene over to give thanks upon completing her week long voyage over from Taengea to Athenia to visit the new friend she had made.
Upon their return to the Royal Palace, Emilia made her leave from Selene to check with the slaves and chefs on the meals to be prepared that night, before heading to her room. Allowing Helen to remove all the jewelry and excessive finery from her, Emilia only allowed her simple circlet with a dimaond on her head, keeping her hair as it had been twined in braids on her head.
Removing the himation, Emilia was only in her riding, bright yellow exomis as she entered the dining hall where she had told slaves to inform Persephone and Selene was to arrive upon dinnertime.
Upon arrival where male slaves were quick to pull out Emilia's chair for her to take her seat by the head of the table, her heart filled with glee when she smelled the beautiful scents that were emitted from the kitchen, a sure sign of great food to come. She knew for a fact that her sister was sure to prepare one of her favorites - fresh shellfish caught from their harbors, steamed with the beautiful goat's milk from Chaopeia. Already displayed on the table was pats of what she knew from experience were goat's milk butter made from the same province, which would taste delicious with the freshly made bread.
The trip to the Naos had been quick and sufficient to fulfill its purpose. While Emilia was not one who visited the temples often, preferring to pray every morning on her way to her tasks as a habit, she did think it had been a good idea to pay a visit upon her return from Taengea, and had made a decision to do so if and whenever she left on any prolonged journeys. As such, it seemed appropriate to bring Selene over to give thanks upon completing her week long voyage over from Taengea to Athenia to visit the new friend she had made.
Upon their return to the Royal Palace, Emilia made her leave from Selene to check with the slaves and chefs on the meals to be prepared that night, before heading to her room. Allowing Helen to remove all the jewelry and excessive finery from her, Emilia only allowed her simple circlet with a dimaond on her head, keeping her hair as it had been twined in braids on her head.
Removing the himation, Emilia was only in her riding, bright yellow exomis as she entered the dining hall where she had told slaves to inform Persephone and Selene was to arrive upon dinnertime.
Upon arrival where male slaves were quick to pull out Emilia's chair for her to take her seat by the head of the table, her heart filled with glee when she smelled the beautiful scents that were emitted from the kitchen, a sure sign of great food to come. She knew for a fact that her sister was sure to prepare one of her favorites - fresh shellfish caught from their harbors, steamed with the beautiful goat's milk from Chaopeia. Already displayed on the table was pats of what she knew from experience were goat's milk butter made from the same province, which would taste delicious with the freshly made bread.
The Naos has been the most amazing site, far grander than anything she’d seen in the past. Truth be told, she probably could have spent her entire day there, wandering around to make her offerings to each of the Gods. They all had played a part in her life, so she owed them more than just a few words of thanks. Maybe she would make time to come back prior to leaving, if she had any free time short of what Emilia had planned for the rest of her stay. There was a peace she embraced in the Naos, taking comfort in the solitude and the intent of the place. She had left feeling a bit at peace, especially after how frustrated and sad she’d been. Selene had been in high spirits prior, but now she felt energized, able to enjoy the visit.
The ride back had been just as healing. Even though she hadn’t been able to stretch the horse out in a run, just being in it’s back had been enough of a relief and not for her. She knew that Emilia was still a bit perplexed by her adoration for horses, but Selene didn’t mind. And the princess had been willing to humor the guest in her desires, even making sure they got to ride to their destination instead of taking a carriage. Her kindness and thoughtfulness was boundless, it seemed.
Now, back in her rooms, she was unsure what she should wear to dinner. Selene was unsure if it was going to be formal or private, and she had forgotten to ask the princess before she’d been shown her rooms. Her chiton wasn’t dirty, and it was pretty enough that it should have met just about any group. She decided that washing her face would have to be enough of a refreshing before going to supper.
As she entered the dining room, she breathed a little sigh of relief to see that Emilia was still in her ride clothes as well— her chiton wasn’t out of place at all. Selene gave her a curtsy, then took a seat close to the Princess. “Everything smells devine.” She commented, excited for food she’d never tasted before.
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The Naos has been the most amazing site, far grander than anything she’d seen in the past. Truth be told, she probably could have spent her entire day there, wandering around to make her offerings to each of the Gods. They all had played a part in her life, so she owed them more than just a few words of thanks. Maybe she would make time to come back prior to leaving, if she had any free time short of what Emilia had planned for the rest of her stay. There was a peace she embraced in the Naos, taking comfort in the solitude and the intent of the place. She had left feeling a bit at peace, especially after how frustrated and sad she’d been. Selene had been in high spirits prior, but now she felt energized, able to enjoy the visit.
The ride back had been just as healing. Even though she hadn’t been able to stretch the horse out in a run, just being in it’s back had been enough of a relief and not for her. She knew that Emilia was still a bit perplexed by her adoration for horses, but Selene didn’t mind. And the princess had been willing to humor the guest in her desires, even making sure they got to ride to their destination instead of taking a carriage. Her kindness and thoughtfulness was boundless, it seemed.
Now, back in her rooms, she was unsure what she should wear to dinner. Selene was unsure if it was going to be formal or private, and she had forgotten to ask the princess before she’d been shown her rooms. Her chiton wasn’t dirty, and it was pretty enough that it should have met just about any group. She decided that washing her face would have to be enough of a refreshing before going to supper.
As she entered the dining room, she breathed a little sigh of relief to see that Emilia was still in her ride clothes as well— her chiton wasn’t out of place at all. Selene gave her a curtsy, then took a seat close to the Princess. “Everything smells devine.” She commented, excited for food she’d never tasted before.
The Naos has been the most amazing site, far grander than anything she’d seen in the past. Truth be told, she probably could have spent her entire day there, wandering around to make her offerings to each of the Gods. They all had played a part in her life, so she owed them more than just a few words of thanks. Maybe she would make time to come back prior to leaving, if she had any free time short of what Emilia had planned for the rest of her stay. There was a peace she embraced in the Naos, taking comfort in the solitude and the intent of the place. She had left feeling a bit at peace, especially after how frustrated and sad she’d been. Selene had been in high spirits prior, but now she felt energized, able to enjoy the visit.
The ride back had been just as healing. Even though she hadn’t been able to stretch the horse out in a run, just being in it’s back had been enough of a relief and not for her. She knew that Emilia was still a bit perplexed by her adoration for horses, but Selene didn’t mind. And the princess had been willing to humor the guest in her desires, even making sure they got to ride to their destination instead of taking a carriage. Her kindness and thoughtfulness was boundless, it seemed.
Now, back in her rooms, she was unsure what she should wear to dinner. Selene was unsure if it was going to be formal or private, and she had forgotten to ask the princess before she’d been shown her rooms. Her chiton wasn’t dirty, and it was pretty enough that it should have met just about any group. She decided that washing her face would have to be enough of a refreshing before going to supper.
As she entered the dining room, she breathed a little sigh of relief to see that Emilia was still in her ride clothes as well— her chiton wasn’t out of place at all. Selene gave her a curtsy, then took a seat close to the Princess. “Everything smells devine.” She commented, excited for food she’d never tasted before.
The finalised paperwork and tallies for the gold spent on the Feast of Sinners took unfortunately longer than Persephone had expected but, a workaholic and perfectionist to boot, she refused to leave her desk until they were completed. Sending a servant to call her ladies maids to her living quarters, she insisted that the women bring her a change of gown so that she could refresh herself the moment she was done.
After the final proof read was made and the final seal of approval stamped into place, Persephone placed her work in the appropriate lock boxes (boxes that were in turn chained to the stone slabs of the flooring beside her desk) and immediately turned to her ladies, the other two scribes Persephone often worked with having already left for the day.
Disrobing without elegance but great speed, Persephone simply readjusted the sleeves over her shoulders and allowed the entire garment to fall to the floor.
Washing herself briefly with a small cloth and bowl of warm water, so that she might feel more awake, Persephone then sat naked as her maids fastened any out of place hairs and touched up the powders she wore on her eyes and cheeks.
Within moment she was then standing again and being dressed in a gown that was the palest of blues it was almost white. Fastenings of black onyx, in the shape of swan’s feathers were fastened at each of her shoulders and the gown hung in a smooth scoop over her chest, revealing her collarbone, and then in a deep drop down her back. The shirts were long and covered her feet, allowing for a small trail.
When you were heir to the throne of a kingdom, there was no such thing as casual and Persephone was quick to leave the room and hurry down the corridors to make up for lost time.
As it turned out, she only arrived in the dining room a few moments after the Lady Selene but she wasn't aware of this, so was repentant anyway -
"I apologise for my tardiness, ladies." She insisted, as she entered the room with a powerful yet graceful stride.
The dining room was private one and, as such, only catered a table for about six people. For larger events, their held their functions the event halls downstairs with tables long and grand enough to seat fifty. This one had a far more intimate feel, though the tables settings and decorations were just as fine.
As always, Emilia had taken her permanent seat at the left of the chair at the head of the table. Depending on whether the patriarch of the family was well enough, Minas would always sit at the head and the Lady Selene occupied the chair - across from Emilia - that Persephone would then favour. When Minas was unwell - such as he was that evening - Persephone occupied the head chair.
Heading down the left-hand side of the table, Persephone gave a passing moment of affection between herself and her sister, as was her tradition whenever Emilia arrived at the table before her: of placing a hand on the young girl's shoulder and dropping a kiss to the top of her head - all while moving forward and then taking her own seat, the chair being held out by a serving boy.
At Persephone's arrival, the doors that led down to the kitchens and serving quarters opened and three young servants with their dishes appeared, quickly settling Emilia's favourite meal before all three of them.
"I hope you enjoy shellfish, Lady Selene." Persephone commented, ever the appropriate host. "I understand it can be an acquired taste, but in Athenia it is hard not to acquire it." She smiled kindly.
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The finalised paperwork and tallies for the gold spent on the Feast of Sinners took unfortunately longer than Persephone had expected but, a workaholic and perfectionist to boot, she refused to leave her desk until they were completed. Sending a servant to call her ladies maids to her living quarters, she insisted that the women bring her a change of gown so that she could refresh herself the moment she was done.
After the final proof read was made and the final seal of approval stamped into place, Persephone placed her work in the appropriate lock boxes (boxes that were in turn chained to the stone slabs of the flooring beside her desk) and immediately turned to her ladies, the other two scribes Persephone often worked with having already left for the day.
Disrobing without elegance but great speed, Persephone simply readjusted the sleeves over her shoulders and allowed the entire garment to fall to the floor.
Washing herself briefly with a small cloth and bowl of warm water, so that she might feel more awake, Persephone then sat naked as her maids fastened any out of place hairs and touched up the powders she wore on her eyes and cheeks.
Within moment she was then standing again and being dressed in a gown that was the palest of blues it was almost white. Fastenings of black onyx, in the shape of swan’s feathers were fastened at each of her shoulders and the gown hung in a smooth scoop over her chest, revealing her collarbone, and then in a deep drop down her back. The shirts were long and covered her feet, allowing for a small trail.
When you were heir to the throne of a kingdom, there was no such thing as casual and Persephone was quick to leave the room and hurry down the corridors to make up for lost time.
As it turned out, she only arrived in the dining room a few moments after the Lady Selene but she wasn't aware of this, so was repentant anyway -
"I apologise for my tardiness, ladies." She insisted, as she entered the room with a powerful yet graceful stride.
The dining room was private one and, as such, only catered a table for about six people. For larger events, their held their functions the event halls downstairs with tables long and grand enough to seat fifty. This one had a far more intimate feel, though the tables settings and decorations were just as fine.
As always, Emilia had taken her permanent seat at the left of the chair at the head of the table. Depending on whether the patriarch of the family was well enough, Minas would always sit at the head and the Lady Selene occupied the chair - across from Emilia - that Persephone would then favour. When Minas was unwell - such as he was that evening - Persephone occupied the head chair.
Heading down the left-hand side of the table, Persephone gave a passing moment of affection between herself and her sister, as was her tradition whenever Emilia arrived at the table before her: of placing a hand on the young girl's shoulder and dropping a kiss to the top of her head - all while moving forward and then taking her own seat, the chair being held out by a serving boy.
At Persephone's arrival, the doors that led down to the kitchens and serving quarters opened and three young servants with their dishes appeared, quickly settling Emilia's favourite meal before all three of them.
"I hope you enjoy shellfish, Lady Selene." Persephone commented, ever the appropriate host. "I understand it can be an acquired taste, but in Athenia it is hard not to acquire it." She smiled kindly.
The finalised paperwork and tallies for the gold spent on the Feast of Sinners took unfortunately longer than Persephone had expected but, a workaholic and perfectionist to boot, she refused to leave her desk until they were completed. Sending a servant to call her ladies maids to her living quarters, she insisted that the women bring her a change of gown so that she could refresh herself the moment she was done.
After the final proof read was made and the final seal of approval stamped into place, Persephone placed her work in the appropriate lock boxes (boxes that were in turn chained to the stone slabs of the flooring beside her desk) and immediately turned to her ladies, the other two scribes Persephone often worked with having already left for the day.
Disrobing without elegance but great speed, Persephone simply readjusted the sleeves over her shoulders and allowed the entire garment to fall to the floor.
Washing herself briefly with a small cloth and bowl of warm water, so that she might feel more awake, Persephone then sat naked as her maids fastened any out of place hairs and touched up the powders she wore on her eyes and cheeks.
Within moment she was then standing again and being dressed in a gown that was the palest of blues it was almost white. Fastenings of black onyx, in the shape of swan’s feathers were fastened at each of her shoulders and the gown hung in a smooth scoop over her chest, revealing her collarbone, and then in a deep drop down her back. The shirts were long and covered her feet, allowing for a small trail.
When you were heir to the throne of a kingdom, there was no such thing as casual and Persephone was quick to leave the room and hurry down the corridors to make up for lost time.
As it turned out, she only arrived in the dining room a few moments after the Lady Selene but she wasn't aware of this, so was repentant anyway -
"I apologise for my tardiness, ladies." She insisted, as she entered the room with a powerful yet graceful stride.
The dining room was private one and, as such, only catered a table for about six people. For larger events, their held their functions the event halls downstairs with tables long and grand enough to seat fifty. This one had a far more intimate feel, though the tables settings and decorations were just as fine.
As always, Emilia had taken her permanent seat at the left of the chair at the head of the table. Depending on whether the patriarch of the family was well enough, Minas would always sit at the head and the Lady Selene occupied the chair - across from Emilia - that Persephone would then favour. When Minas was unwell - such as he was that evening - Persephone occupied the head chair.
Heading down the left-hand side of the table, Persephone gave a passing moment of affection between herself and her sister, as was her tradition whenever Emilia arrived at the table before her: of placing a hand on the young girl's shoulder and dropping a kiss to the top of her head - all while moving forward and then taking her own seat, the chair being held out by a serving boy.
At Persephone's arrival, the doors that led down to the kitchens and serving quarters opened and three young servants with their dishes appeared, quickly settling Emilia's favourite meal before all three of them.
"I hope you enjoy shellfish, Lady Selene." Persephone commented, ever the appropriate host. "I understand it can be an acquired taste, but in Athenia it is hard not to acquire it." She smiled kindly.
As the blonde Taengean entered the dining hall, Emilia smiled and nodded, waving her in and gestured at her seat. Her heart swelled at the comment - oh she did hope Selene would enjoy the fare that she and Persephone had planned for the night. With Athenia's strategic location, much of their traditional food was largely centered around seafood, and growing up having it, Emilia herself had developed a great love for fresh seafood, more then veal or poultry even.
Before the young princess could respond however, the figure of her elder sister entered, and Emilia's face visibly brightened when she saw her sibling. With the private dining room being a small space, it did not take long for Persephone to arrive at Emilia's side, and the girl instinctively turned to allow Persephone closer access to her forehead for the kiss she always offered. The affection between the two was clear, for Emilia's smile turned infinitely sweeter and less put on around her sister.
As if on cue, once Persephone settled, the doors opened and the food quickly appeared. The aroma of the cooked shellfish was quick to make the young princess's stomach gurgle in hunger. Her eyes focused on the buttery aroma of the steamed shellfish as it was placed in front of her on the placemat, followed by a smaller dish of three sliced, crusty bread that would go with the shellfish.
"Tis butter that is steamed with the shellfish, made from our very own goats in Chaopeia." Emilia continued her sister's words, as practiced a hostess as her sister. Picking up a piece of bread, the female signalled at the servants to pick up the hydriai of wine that she had instructed them to prepare. "Sissy, the wine that is served is a gift from the Lady Selene, the finest from Taengea." Emilia informed, and then turned to Selene with a smooth smile. "Do they serve shellfish or seafood in Taengea, Lady Selene? Or are there other types of food?"
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As the blonde Taengean entered the dining hall, Emilia smiled and nodded, waving her in and gestured at her seat. Her heart swelled at the comment - oh she did hope Selene would enjoy the fare that she and Persephone had planned for the night. With Athenia's strategic location, much of their traditional food was largely centered around seafood, and growing up having it, Emilia herself had developed a great love for fresh seafood, more then veal or poultry even.
Before the young princess could respond however, the figure of her elder sister entered, and Emilia's face visibly brightened when she saw her sibling. With the private dining room being a small space, it did not take long for Persephone to arrive at Emilia's side, and the girl instinctively turned to allow Persephone closer access to her forehead for the kiss she always offered. The affection between the two was clear, for Emilia's smile turned infinitely sweeter and less put on around her sister.
As if on cue, once Persephone settled, the doors opened and the food quickly appeared. The aroma of the cooked shellfish was quick to make the young princess's stomach gurgle in hunger. Her eyes focused on the buttery aroma of the steamed shellfish as it was placed in front of her on the placemat, followed by a smaller dish of three sliced, crusty bread that would go with the shellfish.
"Tis butter that is steamed with the shellfish, made from our very own goats in Chaopeia." Emilia continued her sister's words, as practiced a hostess as her sister. Picking up a piece of bread, the female signalled at the servants to pick up the hydriai of wine that she had instructed them to prepare. "Sissy, the wine that is served is a gift from the Lady Selene, the finest from Taengea." Emilia informed, and then turned to Selene with a smooth smile. "Do they serve shellfish or seafood in Taengea, Lady Selene? Or are there other types of food?"
As the blonde Taengean entered the dining hall, Emilia smiled and nodded, waving her in and gestured at her seat. Her heart swelled at the comment - oh she did hope Selene would enjoy the fare that she and Persephone had planned for the night. With Athenia's strategic location, much of their traditional food was largely centered around seafood, and growing up having it, Emilia herself had developed a great love for fresh seafood, more then veal or poultry even.
Before the young princess could respond however, the figure of her elder sister entered, and Emilia's face visibly brightened when she saw her sibling. With the private dining room being a small space, it did not take long for Persephone to arrive at Emilia's side, and the girl instinctively turned to allow Persephone closer access to her forehead for the kiss she always offered. The affection between the two was clear, for Emilia's smile turned infinitely sweeter and less put on around her sister.
As if on cue, once Persephone settled, the doors opened and the food quickly appeared. The aroma of the cooked shellfish was quick to make the young princess's stomach gurgle in hunger. Her eyes focused on the buttery aroma of the steamed shellfish as it was placed in front of her on the placemat, followed by a smaller dish of three sliced, crusty bread that would go with the shellfish.
"Tis butter that is steamed with the shellfish, made from our very own goats in Chaopeia." Emilia continued her sister's words, as practiced a hostess as her sister. Picking up a piece of bread, the female signalled at the servants to pick up the hydriai of wine that she had instructed them to prepare. "Sissy, the wine that is served is a gift from the Lady Selene, the finest from Taengea." Emilia informed, and then turned to Selene with a smooth smile. "Do they serve shellfish or seafood in Taengea, Lady Selene? Or are there other types of food?"
Selene hadn’t exactly been sure what she was to do, once the Princess arrived. This may have been a private meal, but that didn’t make her own position any less than the hosts. Decorum dictates that royalty got every form of respect available. Even seated as she was now, she felt like she was going against every fiber of her being.
So when the crown princess entered, Selene couldn’t help herself. She rose, bowing her head slightly as the dark-haired beauty breezed into the room with an apology for being tardy. She lifted her head, watching the easy way she commanded a room. Her mother could do the same thing when she was a hostess. And even Selene had been told that her confidence gave her quite the presence in a room. Still, it was nothing like that Persephone was commanding.
As soon as she took her seat, Selene dropped into her own. She watched as the wine glasses were filled, inhaling deeply at the smells that surrounded her. When asked about the shellfish, Selene shook her head. “My mother prefers it, but it is expensive to get and we mostly can only eat it when on Serenn. And even then, we prefer fish or meats.” Her smile was bright, “Although, I don’t know if I’ve ever had it prepared in such a way.” Waiting until her hosts drank from their cups, Selene proceeded to drink. Wine of this caliber was always considered a gift, so she rarely was able to drink any of it. It was rich and mildly dry, just as she liked it.
Instead of digging in, she watched those around her, wanting to see what the best way to eat the meal was. Did you dip the bread in the broth, like they often did with their fish stews? Or was the bread to be savored with the butter alone? “What is the best way to devour such a meal?” She asked brightly, her eyes dropping closed to take in the aromas once more.
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Selene hadn’t exactly been sure what she was to do, once the Princess arrived. This may have been a private meal, but that didn’t make her own position any less than the hosts. Decorum dictates that royalty got every form of respect available. Even seated as she was now, she felt like she was going against every fiber of her being.
So when the crown princess entered, Selene couldn’t help herself. She rose, bowing her head slightly as the dark-haired beauty breezed into the room with an apology for being tardy. She lifted her head, watching the easy way she commanded a room. Her mother could do the same thing when she was a hostess. And even Selene had been told that her confidence gave her quite the presence in a room. Still, it was nothing like that Persephone was commanding.
As soon as she took her seat, Selene dropped into her own. She watched as the wine glasses were filled, inhaling deeply at the smells that surrounded her. When asked about the shellfish, Selene shook her head. “My mother prefers it, but it is expensive to get and we mostly can only eat it when on Serenn. And even then, we prefer fish or meats.” Her smile was bright, “Although, I don’t know if I’ve ever had it prepared in such a way.” Waiting until her hosts drank from their cups, Selene proceeded to drink. Wine of this caliber was always considered a gift, so she rarely was able to drink any of it. It was rich and mildly dry, just as she liked it.
Instead of digging in, she watched those around her, wanting to see what the best way to eat the meal was. Did you dip the bread in the broth, like they often did with their fish stews? Or was the bread to be savored with the butter alone? “What is the best way to devour such a meal?” She asked brightly, her eyes dropping closed to take in the aromas once more.
Selene hadn’t exactly been sure what she was to do, once the Princess arrived. This may have been a private meal, but that didn’t make her own position any less than the hosts. Decorum dictates that royalty got every form of respect available. Even seated as she was now, she felt like she was going against every fiber of her being.
So when the crown princess entered, Selene couldn’t help herself. She rose, bowing her head slightly as the dark-haired beauty breezed into the room with an apology for being tardy. She lifted her head, watching the easy way she commanded a room. Her mother could do the same thing when she was a hostess. And even Selene had been told that her confidence gave her quite the presence in a room. Still, it was nothing like that Persephone was commanding.
As soon as she took her seat, Selene dropped into her own. She watched as the wine glasses were filled, inhaling deeply at the smells that surrounded her. When asked about the shellfish, Selene shook her head. “My mother prefers it, but it is expensive to get and we mostly can only eat it when on Serenn. And even then, we prefer fish or meats.” Her smile was bright, “Although, I don’t know if I’ve ever had it prepared in such a way.” Waiting until her hosts drank from their cups, Selene proceeded to drink. Wine of this caliber was always considered a gift, so she rarely was able to drink any of it. It was rich and mildly dry, just as she liked it.
Instead of digging in, she watched those around her, wanting to see what the best way to eat the meal was. Did you dip the bread in the broth, like they often did with their fish stews? Or was the bread to be savored with the butter alone? “What is the best way to devour such a meal?” She asked brightly, her eyes dropping closed to take in the aromas once more.
Persephone offered a kind smile at Selene as she stood on propriety (quite literally) and didn't settle back into her seat until Persephone had found her own place at the table.
When the lady commented on the fact that she was familiar with fish but not that of the shell, Persephone smiled again and nodded.
"Shellfish I believe is far more local to the Athenian shores than any other kingdom. Its ease of acquisition creates a cheaper price, so its far simpler for us to eat it on a regular basis." Her comment was one of self-balance. She was being polite in how she suggested that they were not eating shellfish in order to show that they were richer than the Leventis or Taengea as a whole but instead because of the natural situation of their home.
Persephone took pity on the noble lady as the blonde glanced between them to check how she was to eat the meal in a practical sense. So as not to draw attention to the lady's ignorance, Persephone picked up one of the utensils at the table - a piece of metal that looked like long stemmed tweezers or clippers and then clipped the ends on the edge of one of the oyster shells in the bowl. She lifted it to her lips and then sucked out the fleshy meat from its curl. The prawns and scallops she skewered and then popped into her mouth. After enjoying the first few mouthfuls, Persephone indicated the bread.
"Some enjoy the bread with the broth or as an independent taste to the meal." She smiled. "Try both and discover your own personal preference, Lady Selene."
She then smiled kindly at the woman's look of uncertainty as she began to eat.
"I assure you I had the same questioning look on my face when I was presented with squid on my first visit to my barony." Persephone said, beginning a topic of conversation that did not highlight their guest's newness to their kingdom, culture or food. "I was eight years old and presented with this..." Persephone licked her lips as she chose her words carefully. "...goo.." She grinned at her sister. "...grey and slimy and in long tendrils that slid down my throat. I couldn't keep it on the eating utensils, nor in the bowl... Our father must have watched me for a good ten minutes laughing at my efforts until he revealed I was using the wrong end of the utensil."
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Persephone offered a kind smile at Selene as she stood on propriety (quite literally) and didn't settle back into her seat until Persephone had found her own place at the table.
When the lady commented on the fact that she was familiar with fish but not that of the shell, Persephone smiled again and nodded.
"Shellfish I believe is far more local to the Athenian shores than any other kingdom. Its ease of acquisition creates a cheaper price, so its far simpler for us to eat it on a regular basis." Her comment was one of self-balance. She was being polite in how she suggested that they were not eating shellfish in order to show that they were richer than the Leventis or Taengea as a whole but instead because of the natural situation of their home.
Persephone took pity on the noble lady as the blonde glanced between them to check how she was to eat the meal in a practical sense. So as not to draw attention to the lady's ignorance, Persephone picked up one of the utensils at the table - a piece of metal that looked like long stemmed tweezers or clippers and then clipped the ends on the edge of one of the oyster shells in the bowl. She lifted it to her lips and then sucked out the fleshy meat from its curl. The prawns and scallops she skewered and then popped into her mouth. After enjoying the first few mouthfuls, Persephone indicated the bread.
"Some enjoy the bread with the broth or as an independent taste to the meal." She smiled. "Try both and discover your own personal preference, Lady Selene."
She then smiled kindly at the woman's look of uncertainty as she began to eat.
"I assure you I had the same questioning look on my face when I was presented with squid on my first visit to my barony." Persephone said, beginning a topic of conversation that did not highlight their guest's newness to their kingdom, culture or food. "I was eight years old and presented with this..." Persephone licked her lips as she chose her words carefully. "...goo.." She grinned at her sister. "...grey and slimy and in long tendrils that slid down my throat. I couldn't keep it on the eating utensils, nor in the bowl... Our father must have watched me for a good ten minutes laughing at my efforts until he revealed I was using the wrong end of the utensil."
Persephone offered a kind smile at Selene as she stood on propriety (quite literally) and didn't settle back into her seat until Persephone had found her own place at the table.
When the lady commented on the fact that she was familiar with fish but not that of the shell, Persephone smiled again and nodded.
"Shellfish I believe is far more local to the Athenian shores than any other kingdom. Its ease of acquisition creates a cheaper price, so its far simpler for us to eat it on a regular basis." Her comment was one of self-balance. She was being polite in how she suggested that they were not eating shellfish in order to show that they were richer than the Leventis or Taengea as a whole but instead because of the natural situation of their home.
Persephone took pity on the noble lady as the blonde glanced between them to check how she was to eat the meal in a practical sense. So as not to draw attention to the lady's ignorance, Persephone picked up one of the utensils at the table - a piece of metal that looked like long stemmed tweezers or clippers and then clipped the ends on the edge of one of the oyster shells in the bowl. She lifted it to her lips and then sucked out the fleshy meat from its curl. The prawns and scallops she skewered and then popped into her mouth. After enjoying the first few mouthfuls, Persephone indicated the bread.
"Some enjoy the bread with the broth or as an independent taste to the meal." She smiled. "Try both and discover your own personal preference, Lady Selene."
She then smiled kindly at the woman's look of uncertainty as she began to eat.
"I assure you I had the same questioning look on my face when I was presented with squid on my first visit to my barony." Persephone said, beginning a topic of conversation that did not highlight their guest's newness to their kingdom, culture or food. "I was eight years old and presented with this..." Persephone licked her lips as she chose her words carefully. "...goo.." She grinned at her sister. "...grey and slimy and in long tendrils that slid down my throat. I couldn't keep it on the eating utensils, nor in the bowl... Our father must have watched me for a good ten minutes laughing at my efforts until he revealed I was using the wrong end of the utensil."
Emilia had to give a mildly amused smile when her sister walked in. Too often, it was easy to forget the power and prestige her sister had as the eldest daughter and possible future Queen of Athenia. Because to Emilia, Persephone was just... Persephone. Sweet, warm, the one person Emilia could count on for anything, and the one person she felt safest with other then Nicholai and her father. Persephone was her sister first and foremost, before she was a princess in her eyes.
As usual, the young princess's kept her eyes and ears peeled on her sister as she ate and conversed - it was a habit she had picked up as a kid. Her tutors and teachers had long given up on teaching Emilia any form of eqtiquette, for the young princess held no interest in schoolrooms and textbooks. But what she did do well, was learn through example. And so it did not take long for her sister to catch on, and Persephone was quick to caution her sister to mimic her. It was the quickest way for Emilia to learn her ways to be a proper princess.
As her sister guided Selene in the methods to consume their delicacy, Emilia herself picked up the small knife and proceeded to butter one side of the crusty bread, enjoying how the butter melted on the soft insides and filled her nose with the fragrant of well made butter from goats. A small smile bubbled at her sister's story - Emilia had been two, and obviously did not remember much. But she did so love to hear of a time when their father was more cheeky then he was sickly.
"Father did love to tease you, sissy. He always said you were too serious." Emilia added on to the conversation with a cheeky grin, before picking up a soup to consume the broth by itself. The young princess started on her shellfish with the tweezers, as the servants bustled back to the kitchens to prepare their next serving. "I had the chance to try some roasted quail while in Taengea. Supposedly from a province called Meganea? It was delicious, if I mays ay so." The smoky taste of the roasted bird had delighted Emilia's senses, a girl who had grown up eating seafood her whole life. "Although Teucer did try and cheat me into thinking it was chicken. I thought Taengea had really small chickens, for some reason."
From the way she spoke, it was obvious Emilia had no pride in her body - she simply laughed as she retold the story of how one of her guards had teased her. At her age, most of her guards protected her as they would a younger sister - proper, but they loved doting on her as well, and making her laugh. Something about the joyful way in which Emilia carried herself simply made it easy for others to protect her and tease her at the same time.
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Emilia had to give a mildly amused smile when her sister walked in. Too often, it was easy to forget the power and prestige her sister had as the eldest daughter and possible future Queen of Athenia. Because to Emilia, Persephone was just... Persephone. Sweet, warm, the one person Emilia could count on for anything, and the one person she felt safest with other then Nicholai and her father. Persephone was her sister first and foremost, before she was a princess in her eyes.
As usual, the young princess's kept her eyes and ears peeled on her sister as she ate and conversed - it was a habit she had picked up as a kid. Her tutors and teachers had long given up on teaching Emilia any form of eqtiquette, for the young princess held no interest in schoolrooms and textbooks. But what she did do well, was learn through example. And so it did not take long for her sister to catch on, and Persephone was quick to caution her sister to mimic her. It was the quickest way for Emilia to learn her ways to be a proper princess.
As her sister guided Selene in the methods to consume their delicacy, Emilia herself picked up the small knife and proceeded to butter one side of the crusty bread, enjoying how the butter melted on the soft insides and filled her nose with the fragrant of well made butter from goats. A small smile bubbled at her sister's story - Emilia had been two, and obviously did not remember much. But she did so love to hear of a time when their father was more cheeky then he was sickly.
"Father did love to tease you, sissy. He always said you were too serious." Emilia added on to the conversation with a cheeky grin, before picking up a soup to consume the broth by itself. The young princess started on her shellfish with the tweezers, as the servants bustled back to the kitchens to prepare their next serving. "I had the chance to try some roasted quail while in Taengea. Supposedly from a province called Meganea? It was delicious, if I mays ay so." The smoky taste of the roasted bird had delighted Emilia's senses, a girl who had grown up eating seafood her whole life. "Although Teucer did try and cheat me into thinking it was chicken. I thought Taengea had really small chickens, for some reason."
From the way she spoke, it was obvious Emilia had no pride in her body - she simply laughed as she retold the story of how one of her guards had teased her. At her age, most of her guards protected her as they would a younger sister - proper, but they loved doting on her as well, and making her laugh. Something about the joyful way in which Emilia carried herself simply made it easy for others to protect her and tease her at the same time.
Emilia had to give a mildly amused smile when her sister walked in. Too often, it was easy to forget the power and prestige her sister had as the eldest daughter and possible future Queen of Athenia. Because to Emilia, Persephone was just... Persephone. Sweet, warm, the one person Emilia could count on for anything, and the one person she felt safest with other then Nicholai and her father. Persephone was her sister first and foremost, before she was a princess in her eyes.
As usual, the young princess's kept her eyes and ears peeled on her sister as she ate and conversed - it was a habit she had picked up as a kid. Her tutors and teachers had long given up on teaching Emilia any form of eqtiquette, for the young princess held no interest in schoolrooms and textbooks. But what she did do well, was learn through example. And so it did not take long for her sister to catch on, and Persephone was quick to caution her sister to mimic her. It was the quickest way for Emilia to learn her ways to be a proper princess.
As her sister guided Selene in the methods to consume their delicacy, Emilia herself picked up the small knife and proceeded to butter one side of the crusty bread, enjoying how the butter melted on the soft insides and filled her nose with the fragrant of well made butter from goats. A small smile bubbled at her sister's story - Emilia had been two, and obviously did not remember much. But she did so love to hear of a time when their father was more cheeky then he was sickly.
"Father did love to tease you, sissy. He always said you were too serious." Emilia added on to the conversation with a cheeky grin, before picking up a soup to consume the broth by itself. The young princess started on her shellfish with the tweezers, as the servants bustled back to the kitchens to prepare their next serving. "I had the chance to try some roasted quail while in Taengea. Supposedly from a province called Meganea? It was delicious, if I mays ay so." The smoky taste of the roasted bird had delighted Emilia's senses, a girl who had grown up eating seafood her whole life. "Although Teucer did try and cheat me into thinking it was chicken. I thought Taengea had really small chickens, for some reason."
From the way she spoke, it was obvious Emilia had no pride in her body - she simply laughed as she retold the story of how one of her guards had teased her. At her age, most of her guards protected her as they would a younger sister - proper, but they loved doting on her as well, and making her laugh. Something about the joyful way in which Emilia carried herself simply made it easy for others to protect her and tease her at the same time.
Selene smiled at the sisters, at their banter. Royal or not. Athenian or Taengean. The connection between blood sisters was instinctual. It blended over cultural lines, vanished as monetary and status. It was as basic as breathing, it seemed. It made her feel better about her own proper but loving relationship with her own younger sisters. The three older girls were close in age, so they were also close as friends. She wasn’t as close to the younger two, but it was similar to this one. And it brought her comfort and longing, all at the same time.
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, “To be most frank, I am more likely to believe that it a due to a lack of experience in its preparation. We certainly could afford to bring it in, but the cooks have no idea what to do with it. And we’ve yet to find a cook who is willing to experiment. My mother keeps a well established house, and heavens forbid she put an inedible meal on the table.” She let out a laugh at the silliness of it. “My mother once fired a cook for not providing enough butter for a meal. Shellfish is a gamble she is not willing to accept, so when she can get it, it better be cooked well.”
She certainly was not ashamed of her question. It would have been foolish of her to pretend that she knew what she was doing, only to make a fool of herself as she insulted her mother’s lessons in table manners. It was far politer to ask about the culture. A quick learner, Selene picked up the silverware and followed her example. She found that she wasn’t a fan of the oysters, simply because of their texture. But the scallops and prawns were delicious and meaty, far closer to the steaks and breasts she was used to eating. Taking Persephone’s advice, she dipped the bread in the broth, then slathered the other half with butter and ate it by itself. She found that she preferred the melted butter dipped into the broth, creating a unique fatty flavor.
Selene listened to her story, laughing along with the girls and the mental image she created. It was easy to see a little girl trying to wrestle with the oceanic creature she was supposed to eat. “How long would you have let me go before you corrected me?” Her tone was playfully, perfectly fitting with story.
A giggle in Emilia’s story followed, shaking her head. “Poultry can range from the size of game hen to a turkey or peacock. They all taste very similar, but the preparation can make all the difference. But each are usually done to impress the room.” She had once see a peacock completely refeathered after cooking, simply to wow the room by the sight. “Redressing a bird can be quite stunning, if you can get over the fact that you are about to consume something so pretty.” She took a drink of wine, glad that the meal had been prepared to enhance fine wine. “My sister, having never seen a bird done as such, left the meal in tears because she thought that it was still alive. I still think she won’t eat poultry unless it is roasted to a crisp. Burnt, even.”
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Selene smiled at the sisters, at their banter. Royal or not. Athenian or Taengean. The connection between blood sisters was instinctual. It blended over cultural lines, vanished as monetary and status. It was as basic as breathing, it seemed. It made her feel better about her own proper but loving relationship with her own younger sisters. The three older girls were close in age, so they were also close as friends. She wasn’t as close to the younger two, but it was similar to this one. And it brought her comfort and longing, all at the same time.
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, “To be most frank, I am more likely to believe that it a due to a lack of experience in its preparation. We certainly could afford to bring it in, but the cooks have no idea what to do with it. And we’ve yet to find a cook who is willing to experiment. My mother keeps a well established house, and heavens forbid she put an inedible meal on the table.” She let out a laugh at the silliness of it. “My mother once fired a cook for not providing enough butter for a meal. Shellfish is a gamble she is not willing to accept, so when she can get it, it better be cooked well.”
She certainly was not ashamed of her question. It would have been foolish of her to pretend that she knew what she was doing, only to make a fool of herself as she insulted her mother’s lessons in table manners. It was far politer to ask about the culture. A quick learner, Selene picked up the silverware and followed her example. She found that she wasn’t a fan of the oysters, simply because of their texture. But the scallops and prawns were delicious and meaty, far closer to the steaks and breasts she was used to eating. Taking Persephone’s advice, she dipped the bread in the broth, then slathered the other half with butter and ate it by itself. She found that she preferred the melted butter dipped into the broth, creating a unique fatty flavor.
Selene listened to her story, laughing along with the girls and the mental image she created. It was easy to see a little girl trying to wrestle with the oceanic creature she was supposed to eat. “How long would you have let me go before you corrected me?” Her tone was playfully, perfectly fitting with story.
A giggle in Emilia’s story followed, shaking her head. “Poultry can range from the size of game hen to a turkey or peacock. They all taste very similar, but the preparation can make all the difference. But each are usually done to impress the room.” She had once see a peacock completely refeathered after cooking, simply to wow the room by the sight. “Redressing a bird can be quite stunning, if you can get over the fact that you are about to consume something so pretty.” She took a drink of wine, glad that the meal had been prepared to enhance fine wine. “My sister, having never seen a bird done as such, left the meal in tears because she thought that it was still alive. I still think she won’t eat poultry unless it is roasted to a crisp. Burnt, even.”
Selene smiled at the sisters, at their banter. Royal or not. Athenian or Taengean. The connection between blood sisters was instinctual. It blended over cultural lines, vanished as monetary and status. It was as basic as breathing, it seemed. It made her feel better about her own proper but loving relationship with her own younger sisters. The three older girls were close in age, so they were also close as friends. She wasn’t as close to the younger two, but it was similar to this one. And it brought her comfort and longing, all at the same time.
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, “To be most frank, I am more likely to believe that it a due to a lack of experience in its preparation. We certainly could afford to bring it in, but the cooks have no idea what to do with it. And we’ve yet to find a cook who is willing to experiment. My mother keeps a well established house, and heavens forbid she put an inedible meal on the table.” She let out a laugh at the silliness of it. “My mother once fired a cook for not providing enough butter for a meal. Shellfish is a gamble she is not willing to accept, so when she can get it, it better be cooked well.”
She certainly was not ashamed of her question. It would have been foolish of her to pretend that she knew what she was doing, only to make a fool of herself as she insulted her mother’s lessons in table manners. It was far politer to ask about the culture. A quick learner, Selene picked up the silverware and followed her example. She found that she wasn’t a fan of the oysters, simply because of their texture. But the scallops and prawns were delicious and meaty, far closer to the steaks and breasts she was used to eating. Taking Persephone’s advice, she dipped the bread in the broth, then slathered the other half with butter and ate it by itself. She found that she preferred the melted butter dipped into the broth, creating a unique fatty flavor.
Selene listened to her story, laughing along with the girls and the mental image she created. It was easy to see a little girl trying to wrestle with the oceanic creature she was supposed to eat. “How long would you have let me go before you corrected me?” Her tone was playfully, perfectly fitting with story.
A giggle in Emilia’s story followed, shaking her head. “Poultry can range from the size of game hen to a turkey or peacock. They all taste very similar, but the preparation can make all the difference. But each are usually done to impress the room.” She had once see a peacock completely refeathered after cooking, simply to wow the room by the sight. “Redressing a bird can be quite stunning, if you can get over the fact that you are about to consume something so pretty.” She took a drink of wine, glad that the meal had been prepared to enhance fine wine. “My sister, having never seen a bird done as such, left the meal in tears because she thought that it was still alive. I still think she won’t eat poultry unless it is roasted to a crisp. Burnt, even.”
Persephone smiled as Selene spoke of her sisters so favourably. In the short time she had known the woman, Persephone had already determined that she liked her as a companion for Emilia. Older that the younger princess - older than herself in fact, though Persephone knew herself to have grown faster than her years through circumstance - Selene was a mature and graceful woman who seemed to have a strong knowledge of public perception and the appropriate behaviour of the nobility.
Even the way she had stood upon Persephone's entrance to the room - while unnecessary on a personal level - had made Persephone glad for the lessons of propriety the elegant blonde had clearly already mastered - lessons she could then aid in teaching the impressionable Emilia.
At the tale of her younger sister refusing to eat an "uncooked" bird, Persephone felt her interest in the woman and her connection to the Xanthos family grow stronger. An eldest sister who could tell a family tale with such a joyous light in her eyes cared greatly for the subject of the story. And a woman who was such a loving eldest sibling was one that Persephone knew would never wish to cause damage or danger to someone else's.
"I'm afraid I can only partially sympathise with your sister, Lady Selene." Persephone admitted with a light in her eyes. "I myself like the crispy skin of a well-cooked bird but when it comes to red meats I have an unladylike preference for rarity."
Finishing her seafood and turning to eat the bread and butter separate, as was her own preference, it wasn't until Persephone had finished eating - and no later - that the servants came out with the next course. A series of cooked meats - mostly pork and ram - cut into fine slivers of bright pink and served with salt grilled vegetables.
"I understand that you have many young sisters, Lady Selene?" Persephone queried, engaged in continuing the pleasantries of their conversations. "I can only assume that to be a far more substantial burden than I have with my one." She gave Emilia a sidelong glance of amusement. "And yet all the more rewarding for it, I should hope?"
"I fear that I am not yet content to allow Emilia to leave Athenia for the time being, but I can assure you that you and your sisters would be most welcome to visit us again in the future. My time is not my own most days and I worry that I leave Emilia alone too often and for too long."
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Persephone smiled as Selene spoke of her sisters so favourably. In the short time she had known the woman, Persephone had already determined that she liked her as a companion for Emilia. Older that the younger princess - older than herself in fact, though Persephone knew herself to have grown faster than her years through circumstance - Selene was a mature and graceful woman who seemed to have a strong knowledge of public perception and the appropriate behaviour of the nobility.
Even the way she had stood upon Persephone's entrance to the room - while unnecessary on a personal level - had made Persephone glad for the lessons of propriety the elegant blonde had clearly already mastered - lessons she could then aid in teaching the impressionable Emilia.
At the tale of her younger sister refusing to eat an "uncooked" bird, Persephone felt her interest in the woman and her connection to the Xanthos family grow stronger. An eldest sister who could tell a family tale with such a joyous light in her eyes cared greatly for the subject of the story. And a woman who was such a loving eldest sibling was one that Persephone knew would never wish to cause damage or danger to someone else's.
"I'm afraid I can only partially sympathise with your sister, Lady Selene." Persephone admitted with a light in her eyes. "I myself like the crispy skin of a well-cooked bird but when it comes to red meats I have an unladylike preference for rarity."
Finishing her seafood and turning to eat the bread and butter separate, as was her own preference, it wasn't until Persephone had finished eating - and no later - that the servants came out with the next course. A series of cooked meats - mostly pork and ram - cut into fine slivers of bright pink and served with salt grilled vegetables.
"I understand that you have many young sisters, Lady Selene?" Persephone queried, engaged in continuing the pleasantries of their conversations. "I can only assume that to be a far more substantial burden than I have with my one." She gave Emilia a sidelong glance of amusement. "And yet all the more rewarding for it, I should hope?"
"I fear that I am not yet content to allow Emilia to leave Athenia for the time being, but I can assure you that you and your sisters would be most welcome to visit us again in the future. My time is not my own most days and I worry that I leave Emilia alone too often and for too long."
Persephone smiled as Selene spoke of her sisters so favourably. In the short time she had known the woman, Persephone had already determined that she liked her as a companion for Emilia. Older that the younger princess - older than herself in fact, though Persephone knew herself to have grown faster than her years through circumstance - Selene was a mature and graceful woman who seemed to have a strong knowledge of public perception and the appropriate behaviour of the nobility.
Even the way she had stood upon Persephone's entrance to the room - while unnecessary on a personal level - had made Persephone glad for the lessons of propriety the elegant blonde had clearly already mastered - lessons she could then aid in teaching the impressionable Emilia.
At the tale of her younger sister refusing to eat an "uncooked" bird, Persephone felt her interest in the woman and her connection to the Xanthos family grow stronger. An eldest sister who could tell a family tale with such a joyous light in her eyes cared greatly for the subject of the story. And a woman who was such a loving eldest sibling was one that Persephone knew would never wish to cause damage or danger to someone else's.
"I'm afraid I can only partially sympathise with your sister, Lady Selene." Persephone admitted with a light in her eyes. "I myself like the crispy skin of a well-cooked bird but when it comes to red meats I have an unladylike preference for rarity."
Finishing her seafood and turning to eat the bread and butter separate, as was her own preference, it wasn't until Persephone had finished eating - and no later - that the servants came out with the next course. A series of cooked meats - mostly pork and ram - cut into fine slivers of bright pink and served with salt grilled vegetables.
"I understand that you have many young sisters, Lady Selene?" Persephone queried, engaged in continuing the pleasantries of their conversations. "I can only assume that to be a far more substantial burden than I have with my one." She gave Emilia a sidelong glance of amusement. "And yet all the more rewarding for it, I should hope?"
"I fear that I am not yet content to allow Emilia to leave Athenia for the time being, but I can assure you that you and your sisters would be most welcome to visit us again in the future. My time is not my own most days and I worry that I leave Emilia alone too often and for too long."
Selene's telling of the various forms of poultry fascinated Emilia - she had adventurous tastebuds, she was beginning to realize. Albeit, she still made a face when the blonde Taengean explained regarding a redressed bird. The young mind of the princess could not wrap around eating a bird which had been redressed again, her love for pretty objects overriding her logic that food was food. Her nose wrinkled at it, even as her sister continued the conversation.
As their first course finished, the second was quickly served to everyone in their individual trenchers. The wooden backgrounds provided a beautiful contrast to the salt roasted root vegetables, a personal favorite of Emilia's as she wasted no time in spearing a carrot and sinking her teeth into it.
Feigning a hurt look at her sister's quip to her, Emilia mock-pouted in Persephone's direction. "You're lucky you only have one of me to deal with, then." she responded, even if her tone held the greatest degree of affection. Emilia did her best to not get in her sister's way. Besides, it wasn't as if the young princess had any wish to do things as much as Persephone did. She would love to help her sister, that much was true. But Emilia also enjoyed the pleasantries her rank as a princess offered her, with none of the duties and responsibilities. Quite a great position to be in, really.
Starting on the pink slivers of meat as her sister rounded off, Emilia made a face, picking up her chalice of wine for a sip before she spoke.
"If Sissy had her way, I would be kept under lock and key for the next month, likely." she muttered in a tone that was barely audible to the two around the table, teasing Persephone by giving her dark-haired sister a sidelong glance. "But!" she piped up, eyes flickering to Selene again. "I would love if your sisters would come visit? I think they would enjoy a trip to one of our seaside residences." If anything, Emilia would be a competent hostess. She loved nothing more then to provide enjoyment and a zest for life in others, finding great joy in hearing and seeing the happiness of others.
Turning over to her sister, Emilia's eyes held a gentle regard for Persephone. While it may be a surprising fact to most, Emilia did not fault Persephone at all for leaving her to her own devices. Watching their father's failing health, and living without their mother her whole life, while Emilia was pampered, she was in no way spoilt. While the young girl would enjoy more time to spend in her sister's company, she understood more, the importance now more then ever, of Persephone's presence in the running of the Kingdom. She would busy herself with other matters, for that Emilia was quite independent.
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Selene's telling of the various forms of poultry fascinated Emilia - she had adventurous tastebuds, she was beginning to realize. Albeit, she still made a face when the blonde Taengean explained regarding a redressed bird. The young mind of the princess could not wrap around eating a bird which had been redressed again, her love for pretty objects overriding her logic that food was food. Her nose wrinkled at it, even as her sister continued the conversation.
As their first course finished, the second was quickly served to everyone in their individual trenchers. The wooden backgrounds provided a beautiful contrast to the salt roasted root vegetables, a personal favorite of Emilia's as she wasted no time in spearing a carrot and sinking her teeth into it.
Feigning a hurt look at her sister's quip to her, Emilia mock-pouted in Persephone's direction. "You're lucky you only have one of me to deal with, then." she responded, even if her tone held the greatest degree of affection. Emilia did her best to not get in her sister's way. Besides, it wasn't as if the young princess had any wish to do things as much as Persephone did. She would love to help her sister, that much was true. But Emilia also enjoyed the pleasantries her rank as a princess offered her, with none of the duties and responsibilities. Quite a great position to be in, really.
Starting on the pink slivers of meat as her sister rounded off, Emilia made a face, picking up her chalice of wine for a sip before she spoke.
"If Sissy had her way, I would be kept under lock and key for the next month, likely." she muttered in a tone that was barely audible to the two around the table, teasing Persephone by giving her dark-haired sister a sidelong glance. "But!" she piped up, eyes flickering to Selene again. "I would love if your sisters would come visit? I think they would enjoy a trip to one of our seaside residences." If anything, Emilia would be a competent hostess. She loved nothing more then to provide enjoyment and a zest for life in others, finding great joy in hearing and seeing the happiness of others.
Turning over to her sister, Emilia's eyes held a gentle regard for Persephone. While it may be a surprising fact to most, Emilia did not fault Persephone at all for leaving her to her own devices. Watching their father's failing health, and living without their mother her whole life, while Emilia was pampered, she was in no way spoilt. While the young girl would enjoy more time to spend in her sister's company, she understood more, the importance now more then ever, of Persephone's presence in the running of the Kingdom. She would busy herself with other matters, for that Emilia was quite independent.
Selene's telling of the various forms of poultry fascinated Emilia - she had adventurous tastebuds, she was beginning to realize. Albeit, she still made a face when the blonde Taengean explained regarding a redressed bird. The young mind of the princess could not wrap around eating a bird which had been redressed again, her love for pretty objects overriding her logic that food was food. Her nose wrinkled at it, even as her sister continued the conversation.
As their first course finished, the second was quickly served to everyone in their individual trenchers. The wooden backgrounds provided a beautiful contrast to the salt roasted root vegetables, a personal favorite of Emilia's as she wasted no time in spearing a carrot and sinking her teeth into it.
Feigning a hurt look at her sister's quip to her, Emilia mock-pouted in Persephone's direction. "You're lucky you only have one of me to deal with, then." she responded, even if her tone held the greatest degree of affection. Emilia did her best to not get in her sister's way. Besides, it wasn't as if the young princess had any wish to do things as much as Persephone did. She would love to help her sister, that much was true. But Emilia also enjoyed the pleasantries her rank as a princess offered her, with none of the duties and responsibilities. Quite a great position to be in, really.
Starting on the pink slivers of meat as her sister rounded off, Emilia made a face, picking up her chalice of wine for a sip before she spoke.
"If Sissy had her way, I would be kept under lock and key for the next month, likely." she muttered in a tone that was barely audible to the two around the table, teasing Persephone by giving her dark-haired sister a sidelong glance. "But!" she piped up, eyes flickering to Selene again. "I would love if your sisters would come visit? I think they would enjoy a trip to one of our seaside residences." If anything, Emilia would be a competent hostess. She loved nothing more then to provide enjoyment and a zest for life in others, finding great joy in hearing and seeing the happiness of others.
Turning over to her sister, Emilia's eyes held a gentle regard for Persephone. While it may be a surprising fact to most, Emilia did not fault Persephone at all for leaving her to her own devices. Watching their father's failing health, and living without their mother her whole life, while Emilia was pampered, she was in no way spoilt. While the young girl would enjoy more time to spend in her sister's company, she understood more, the importance now more then ever, of Persephone's presence in the running of the Kingdom. She would busy herself with other matters, for that Emilia was quite independent.
Persephone pulled a face at her younger sister as the girl commented on Persephone being lucky to only have one of her.
"One, all the more special for your uniqueness, sister mine." She quipped back before the conversation moved on.
Beginning on her own vegetables and meats, Persephone was far more preferential to such foods than the shellfish and seafood that was more common Athenia. While it was highly unpatriotic of her, she had found a personal taste for the vegetables and meats that might be used by the lower classes or by the rich in other kingdoms.
""If Sissy had her way, I would be kept under lock and key for the next month, likely."
It was only when Emilia made the remark that Persephone partook in the conversation again, not meeting her gaze but the twist of her lips indicating her humour.
"You're lucky you only have one of me to deal with, then." She commented, the repetition of her sisters words singing coyly on her tongue.
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Persephone pulled a face at her younger sister as the girl commented on Persephone being lucky to only have one of her.
"One, all the more special for your uniqueness, sister mine." She quipped back before the conversation moved on.
Beginning on her own vegetables and meats, Persephone was far more preferential to such foods than the shellfish and seafood that was more common Athenia. While it was highly unpatriotic of her, she had found a personal taste for the vegetables and meats that might be used by the lower classes or by the rich in other kingdoms.
""If Sissy had her way, I would be kept under lock and key for the next month, likely."
It was only when Emilia made the remark that Persephone partook in the conversation again, not meeting her gaze but the twist of her lips indicating her humour.
"You're lucky you only have one of me to deal with, then." She commented, the repetition of her sisters words singing coyly on her tongue.
Persephone pulled a face at her younger sister as the girl commented on Persephone being lucky to only have one of her.
"One, all the more special for your uniqueness, sister mine." She quipped back before the conversation moved on.
Beginning on her own vegetables and meats, Persephone was far more preferential to such foods than the shellfish and seafood that was more common Athenia. While it was highly unpatriotic of her, she had found a personal taste for the vegetables and meats that might be used by the lower classes or by the rich in other kingdoms.
""If Sissy had her way, I would be kept under lock and key for the next month, likely."
It was only when Emilia made the remark that Persephone partook in the conversation again, not meeting her gaze but the twist of her lips indicating her humour.
"You're lucky you only have one of me to deal with, then." She commented, the repetition of her sisters words singing coyly on her tongue.
