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As though from Morpheus himself, the vision had come to him in the middle of the night with such clarity that Stephanos sat bolt upright in bed, feeling as though to deny such a dream would be to deny Fate itself. He lay back down, staring up into the darkness at the pale wash of ceiling above him, half grinning. It was hard to go back to sleep with such plans running through his mind and by the time the slightest hint of watery purple bled into the horizon, Stephanos flung back the blankets to scramble out of bed. He dressed in clothes fit for the dusty, sweaty atmosphere of the Agora. It would not do to wear anything long that would hang about his ankles. He needed a lighter, knee-length chiton. On his head went the princely circlet that was sure to get him the goats for nearly nothing. Over his shoulder, he put a himation dyed the scarlet red of the Mikaelidas house.
A servant entered the room, eyebrows raised.
“Yes, yes,” Stephanos grinned at the man. “I’m already up.”
”Very good, your highness,” the man said blandly, shooting a look at the rumpled bed.
“And alone,” Stephanos clarified and rolled his eyes at the man’s relief. Honestly, how unpleasant could it be to escort beautiful girls home? He would do it, of course, but then he’d have to admit to the gods and to man that he was sleeping with them. The entire point was for the trysts to remain somewhat hidden and for him not to be trapped in a marriage he didn’t want. The servant held the door open for him and Stephanos stepped out into the hallway, shooting the man one last look over his shoulder before striding down the corridor. His path would take him to his sister’s room. What good was a joke if there wasn’t someone to share it with?
Rapping his knuckles lightly on her door, Stephanos leaned on the doorframe. “Good morning,” he called distantly at the door, his eyes downcast to his sandals. “Wake up. You’re already late for mischief.” She would be game, he knew. Probably he wouldn’t even have to tell her what they were about to be up to. So long as there was a bit of a point to the misadventure, he could count on unwavering support. Possibly he would be waylaid and made to stop at this shop or that, or potentially be made to call on one of her friends. Whatever happened, he would be equally as willing to go where she wanted. The entire point, though was that they had an order of goats to procure. And not just any goats - they needed kid goats; as many as could be had in as fast a timeframe as possible.
Stephanos knocked again on the door and put his ear to the wood. “Are you awake?” he frowned, listening. Obviously not. Or he didn’t think she was, anyway. With a third and final warning, he swung her door open and stepped into the room. “Let’s go,” he said briskly, not really looking around in case she wasn’t decent. He made a beeline for her wardrobe and flung open the doors. “Let’s see...purple. You look wonderful in purple.” Ripping the dress off the hook, he tossed it at her and made a point to keep his back turned. “If we don’t hurry someone else might get them all and I’ll have to wait!”
However, it turned out that Gianna wouldn't be able to come. She lay in a lump on her bed and sneezed so loud and so disgustingly that Stephanos didn't have to ask a second time if she would come. He didn't, however, put the dress back. "Ah," he backtracked, blowing his little sister a kiss. "Sorry, Gi."
Well. Apparently he would be going to the agora alone. Xene and Zacharias were no doubt busy. Hmph.
He took the halls with a quick pace, ending at the royal stables. His silver horse, Achnos, was ready and waiting for him and Stephanos swung up onto the gelding's back easily enough. Wheeling the horse around, he thundered out of the gate towards the Agora. All was going swimmingly, smoothly, wonderfully, until Achnos faltered in front of the Leventi manor, of all places. The horse nearly fell beneath him and Stephanos frowned, dismounting.
"Achnos?" he asked, stooping to inspect what the matter could possibly be. His horse kept raising his front left leg and Stephanos took the hint. As he bent the hoof backwards so that he could look, the trouble was apparent. Achnos slipped a shoe. His mouth twisted and he let the horse's leg go, straightening back up and standing with his hands on his hips. Hmm.
Was it too much to hope some servant was near the gate and could see?
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As though from Morpheus himself, the vision had come to him in the middle of the night with such clarity that Stephanos sat bolt upright in bed, feeling as though to deny such a dream would be to deny Fate itself. He lay back down, staring up into the darkness at the pale wash of ceiling above him, half grinning. It was hard to go back to sleep with such plans running through his mind and by the time the slightest hint of watery purple bled into the horizon, Stephanos flung back the blankets to scramble out of bed. He dressed in clothes fit for the dusty, sweaty atmosphere of the Agora. It would not do to wear anything long that would hang about his ankles. He needed a lighter, knee-length chiton. On his head went the princely circlet that was sure to get him the goats for nearly nothing. Over his shoulder, he put a himation dyed the scarlet red of the Mikaelidas house.
A servant entered the room, eyebrows raised.
“Yes, yes,” Stephanos grinned at the man. “I’m already up.”
”Very good, your highness,” the man said blandly, shooting a look at the rumpled bed.
“And alone,” Stephanos clarified and rolled his eyes at the man’s relief. Honestly, how unpleasant could it be to escort beautiful girls home? He would do it, of course, but then he’d have to admit to the gods and to man that he was sleeping with them. The entire point was for the trysts to remain somewhat hidden and for him not to be trapped in a marriage he didn’t want. The servant held the door open for him and Stephanos stepped out into the hallway, shooting the man one last look over his shoulder before striding down the corridor. His path would take him to his sister’s room. What good was a joke if there wasn’t someone to share it with?
Rapping his knuckles lightly on her door, Stephanos leaned on the doorframe. “Good morning,” he called distantly at the door, his eyes downcast to his sandals. “Wake up. You’re already late for mischief.” She would be game, he knew. Probably he wouldn’t even have to tell her what they were about to be up to. So long as there was a bit of a point to the misadventure, he could count on unwavering support. Possibly he would be waylaid and made to stop at this shop or that, or potentially be made to call on one of her friends. Whatever happened, he would be equally as willing to go where she wanted. The entire point, though was that they had an order of goats to procure. And not just any goats - they needed kid goats; as many as could be had in as fast a timeframe as possible.
Stephanos knocked again on the door and put his ear to the wood. “Are you awake?” he frowned, listening. Obviously not. Or he didn’t think she was, anyway. With a third and final warning, he swung her door open and stepped into the room. “Let’s go,” he said briskly, not really looking around in case she wasn’t decent. He made a beeline for her wardrobe and flung open the doors. “Let’s see...purple. You look wonderful in purple.” Ripping the dress off the hook, he tossed it at her and made a point to keep his back turned. “If we don’t hurry someone else might get them all and I’ll have to wait!”
However, it turned out that Gianna wouldn't be able to come. She lay in a lump on her bed and sneezed so loud and so disgustingly that Stephanos didn't have to ask a second time if she would come. He didn't, however, put the dress back. "Ah," he backtracked, blowing his little sister a kiss. "Sorry, Gi."
Well. Apparently he would be going to the agora alone. Xene and Zacharias were no doubt busy. Hmph.
He took the halls with a quick pace, ending at the royal stables. His silver horse, Achnos, was ready and waiting for him and Stephanos swung up onto the gelding's back easily enough. Wheeling the horse around, he thundered out of the gate towards the Agora. All was going swimmingly, smoothly, wonderfully, until Achnos faltered in front of the Leventi manor, of all places. The horse nearly fell beneath him and Stephanos frowned, dismounting.
"Achnos?" he asked, stooping to inspect what the matter could possibly be. His horse kept raising his front left leg and Stephanos took the hint. As he bent the hoof backwards so that he could look, the trouble was apparent. Achnos slipped a shoe. His mouth twisted and he let the horse's leg go, straightening back up and standing with his hands on his hips. Hmm.
Was it too much to hope some servant was near the gate and could see?
As though from Morpheus himself, the vision had come to him in the middle of the night with such clarity that Stephanos sat bolt upright in bed, feeling as though to deny such a dream would be to deny Fate itself. He lay back down, staring up into the darkness at the pale wash of ceiling above him, half grinning. It was hard to go back to sleep with such plans running through his mind and by the time the slightest hint of watery purple bled into the horizon, Stephanos flung back the blankets to scramble out of bed. He dressed in clothes fit for the dusty, sweaty atmosphere of the Agora. It would not do to wear anything long that would hang about his ankles. He needed a lighter, knee-length chiton. On his head went the princely circlet that was sure to get him the goats for nearly nothing. Over his shoulder, he put a himation dyed the scarlet red of the Mikaelidas house.
A servant entered the room, eyebrows raised.
“Yes, yes,” Stephanos grinned at the man. “I’m already up.”
”Very good, your highness,” the man said blandly, shooting a look at the rumpled bed.
“And alone,” Stephanos clarified and rolled his eyes at the man’s relief. Honestly, how unpleasant could it be to escort beautiful girls home? He would do it, of course, but then he’d have to admit to the gods and to man that he was sleeping with them. The entire point was for the trysts to remain somewhat hidden and for him not to be trapped in a marriage he didn’t want. The servant held the door open for him and Stephanos stepped out into the hallway, shooting the man one last look over his shoulder before striding down the corridor. His path would take him to his sister’s room. What good was a joke if there wasn’t someone to share it with?
Rapping his knuckles lightly on her door, Stephanos leaned on the doorframe. “Good morning,” he called distantly at the door, his eyes downcast to his sandals. “Wake up. You’re already late for mischief.” She would be game, he knew. Probably he wouldn’t even have to tell her what they were about to be up to. So long as there was a bit of a point to the misadventure, he could count on unwavering support. Possibly he would be waylaid and made to stop at this shop or that, or potentially be made to call on one of her friends. Whatever happened, he would be equally as willing to go where she wanted. The entire point, though was that they had an order of goats to procure. And not just any goats - they needed kid goats; as many as could be had in as fast a timeframe as possible.
Stephanos knocked again on the door and put his ear to the wood. “Are you awake?” he frowned, listening. Obviously not. Or he didn’t think she was, anyway. With a third and final warning, he swung her door open and stepped into the room. “Let’s go,” he said briskly, not really looking around in case she wasn’t decent. He made a beeline for her wardrobe and flung open the doors. “Let’s see...purple. You look wonderful in purple.” Ripping the dress off the hook, he tossed it at her and made a point to keep his back turned. “If we don’t hurry someone else might get them all and I’ll have to wait!”
However, it turned out that Gianna wouldn't be able to come. She lay in a lump on her bed and sneezed so loud and so disgustingly that Stephanos didn't have to ask a second time if she would come. He didn't, however, put the dress back. "Ah," he backtracked, blowing his little sister a kiss. "Sorry, Gi."
Well. Apparently he would be going to the agora alone. Xene and Zacharias were no doubt busy. Hmph.
He took the halls with a quick pace, ending at the royal stables. His silver horse, Achnos, was ready and waiting for him and Stephanos swung up onto the gelding's back easily enough. Wheeling the horse around, he thundered out of the gate towards the Agora. All was going swimmingly, smoothly, wonderfully, until Achnos faltered in front of the Leventi manor, of all places. The horse nearly fell beneath him and Stephanos frowned, dismounting.
"Achnos?" he asked, stooping to inspect what the matter could possibly be. His horse kept raising his front left leg and Stephanos took the hint. As he bent the hoof backwards so that he could look, the trouble was apparent. Achnos slipped a shoe. His mouth twisted and he let the horse's leg go, straightening back up and standing with his hands on his hips. Hmm.
Was it too much to hope some servant was near the gate and could see?
The power of Astrons muscles working between Dafni’s legs gave her a high that she did not completely understand. Was this the feeling a woman got when she bedded a man? If so, count her in, when she found her husband he would worship at the ground she walked. If she could handle the power of a horse then how hard could a man really be?
Speak of the devils… As Dafni rounded the corner on her way back to the leventi estate from the long and fast ride she and Astron had just completed, an intriguing sight captured her interest. Bent over with his perky bum on full display for any old passerby to appreciate was none other than Stephanos of Mikaelidas. Surprisingly enough it was not even his nice butt that gave him away, rather the much more seductive sight of his mount Achnos, a beautiful silver geldling that she had found herself jealousy coveting on multiple previous occasions. And now was no different. The look in her gem green eyes as she appraised the equine as close to lust as Dafni every truly came. It was enough to make any discerning observer disconcerted with its odd intensity. Especially since the look was aimed at an animal and not the feast of a man bent before her.
Stephanos was of an impressive physique of course, but the simple fact remained that his far outshone him, at least in Dafni’s eyes; and well she was an odd one.
Perking up as Astron plodded closer Dafni straightening her posture until she was the vision of prim and proper upon her overbearing horse. As beautiful and dynamic as her Astron’s coloring may be it did nothing to disguise or lessen the impressive presence of the large horse. He was not a beast to be messed with, and the tinny teen upon his back blended with the image simply from how laughable it was that a tiny thing like her controlled such a powerful creature. It was so perplexing as to make perfect sense, as many things in the world seemed to.
“Stephanos whatever are you doing down there,” the young Leventi questioned with a voice full of youthful innocence and nosy inquiry. Her neck straining as she attempted to see what in the name of the gods he was doing, leaning over in such a way on the road. She assumed it had to do with the magnificent Achnos. Perhaps something pertaining to his hooves or forelegs; had he gotten a rock lodged in his shoe or a laceration upon his pretty silver legs?
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The power of Astrons muscles working between Dafni’s legs gave her a high that she did not completely understand. Was this the feeling a woman got when she bedded a man? If so, count her in, when she found her husband he would worship at the ground she walked. If she could handle the power of a horse then how hard could a man really be?
Speak of the devils… As Dafni rounded the corner on her way back to the leventi estate from the long and fast ride she and Astron had just completed, an intriguing sight captured her interest. Bent over with his perky bum on full display for any old passerby to appreciate was none other than Stephanos of Mikaelidas. Surprisingly enough it was not even his nice butt that gave him away, rather the much more seductive sight of his mount Achnos, a beautiful silver geldling that she had found herself jealousy coveting on multiple previous occasions. And now was no different. The look in her gem green eyes as she appraised the equine as close to lust as Dafni every truly came. It was enough to make any discerning observer disconcerted with its odd intensity. Especially since the look was aimed at an animal and not the feast of a man bent before her.
Stephanos was of an impressive physique of course, but the simple fact remained that his far outshone him, at least in Dafni’s eyes; and well she was an odd one.
Perking up as Astron plodded closer Dafni straightening her posture until she was the vision of prim and proper upon her overbearing horse. As beautiful and dynamic as her Astron’s coloring may be it did nothing to disguise or lessen the impressive presence of the large horse. He was not a beast to be messed with, and the tinny teen upon his back blended with the image simply from how laughable it was that a tiny thing like her controlled such a powerful creature. It was so perplexing as to make perfect sense, as many things in the world seemed to.
“Stephanos whatever are you doing down there,” the young Leventi questioned with a voice full of youthful innocence and nosy inquiry. Her neck straining as she attempted to see what in the name of the gods he was doing, leaning over in such a way on the road. She assumed it had to do with the magnificent Achnos. Perhaps something pertaining to his hooves or forelegs; had he gotten a rock lodged in his shoe or a laceration upon his pretty silver legs?
The power of Astrons muscles working between Dafni’s legs gave her a high that she did not completely understand. Was this the feeling a woman got when she bedded a man? If so, count her in, when she found her husband he would worship at the ground she walked. If she could handle the power of a horse then how hard could a man really be?
Speak of the devils… As Dafni rounded the corner on her way back to the leventi estate from the long and fast ride she and Astron had just completed, an intriguing sight captured her interest. Bent over with his perky bum on full display for any old passerby to appreciate was none other than Stephanos of Mikaelidas. Surprisingly enough it was not even his nice butt that gave him away, rather the much more seductive sight of his mount Achnos, a beautiful silver geldling that she had found herself jealousy coveting on multiple previous occasions. And now was no different. The look in her gem green eyes as she appraised the equine as close to lust as Dafni every truly came. It was enough to make any discerning observer disconcerted with its odd intensity. Especially since the look was aimed at an animal and not the feast of a man bent before her.
Stephanos was of an impressive physique of course, but the simple fact remained that his far outshone him, at least in Dafni’s eyes; and well she was an odd one.
Perking up as Astron plodded closer Dafni straightening her posture until she was the vision of prim and proper upon her overbearing horse. As beautiful and dynamic as her Astron’s coloring may be it did nothing to disguise or lessen the impressive presence of the large horse. He was not a beast to be messed with, and the tinny teen upon his back blended with the image simply from how laughable it was that a tiny thing like her controlled such a powerful creature. It was so perplexing as to make perfect sense, as many things in the world seemed to.
“Stephanos whatever are you doing down there,” the young Leventi questioned with a voice full of youthful innocence and nosy inquiry. Her neck straining as she attempted to see what in the name of the gods he was doing, leaning over in such a way on the road. She assumed it had to do with the magnificent Achnos. Perhaps something pertaining to his hooves or forelegs; had he gotten a rock lodged in his shoe or a laceration upon his pretty silver legs?
He let the horse’s hoof go and straightened up, looking at the Leventi gate when the sound of hooves scraping over cobbles drew his attention. There, sitting astride her horse like a queen, was Dafni Leventi. Her eyes were flicking from him to Achnos and back again. He had the strangest impression that she was sizing the two of them up, deciding which one was better to look at. The notion was an odd one but, girls and their horses, as they say. Stephanos stepped forward, catching hold of Astron’s bridle as Dafni drew closer. He grinned up at her, the sunlight catching the gold of his hair as the first of its shimmering rays reached them.
“Good morning, my lady,” he said and then rubbed Astron’s velvet nose. The horse snuffled him and then made to bite. Stephanos ripped his hand back.
“Stephanos whatever are you doing down there,” she said, sounding nearly like she was scolding him. His brows raised at the familiar way she addressed him, with nary a ‘your highness’ in sight. As he was more at her mercy than she his, he let it slide for the time being. The grin came back and he took a step back towards Achnos, stooping again to take the gelding’s hoof to show her what’d happened.
“He’s slipped his shoe,” he said. “And I’ve a most important errand today. I can’t ride him like this. Would you,” he tilted his head, eyeing her form before his eyes traveled back to her face. “Possibly have a horse I can use in the meantime?”
Without a shoe, Achnos was useless today. He needed tended to sooner rather than later and while Stephanos was a fine rider, he wasn’t a farrier. One could be easily summoned to the Leventi stables on his behalf, of course, but those goats. He needed the goats. And he needed to get them today so that he could put them in Achilleas’s room tomorrow. This prank would be his finest hour, he was sure and he wasn’t about to lose out on this grand idea just because Achnos chose today to make himself unavailable.
If the Leventi were known for anything at all, it was horses. Other than the royal stables, this was the ideal place to ‘break down’ so to speak. Stephanos stepped around to Astron’s side and stroked the horse’s flanks while looking up at Dafni. Obviously she’d been intending to go somewhere…”Unless you can take me to the Agora?”
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He let the horse’s hoof go and straightened up, looking at the Leventi gate when the sound of hooves scraping over cobbles drew his attention. There, sitting astride her horse like a queen, was Dafni Leventi. Her eyes were flicking from him to Achnos and back again. He had the strangest impression that she was sizing the two of them up, deciding which one was better to look at. The notion was an odd one but, girls and their horses, as they say. Stephanos stepped forward, catching hold of Astron’s bridle as Dafni drew closer. He grinned up at her, the sunlight catching the gold of his hair as the first of its shimmering rays reached them.
“Good morning, my lady,” he said and then rubbed Astron’s velvet nose. The horse snuffled him and then made to bite. Stephanos ripped his hand back.
“Stephanos whatever are you doing down there,” she said, sounding nearly like she was scolding him. His brows raised at the familiar way she addressed him, with nary a ‘your highness’ in sight. As he was more at her mercy than she his, he let it slide for the time being. The grin came back and he took a step back towards Achnos, stooping again to take the gelding’s hoof to show her what’d happened.
“He’s slipped his shoe,” he said. “And I’ve a most important errand today. I can’t ride him like this. Would you,” he tilted his head, eyeing her form before his eyes traveled back to her face. “Possibly have a horse I can use in the meantime?”
Without a shoe, Achnos was useless today. He needed tended to sooner rather than later and while Stephanos was a fine rider, he wasn’t a farrier. One could be easily summoned to the Leventi stables on his behalf, of course, but those goats. He needed the goats. And he needed to get them today so that he could put them in Achilleas’s room tomorrow. This prank would be his finest hour, he was sure and he wasn’t about to lose out on this grand idea just because Achnos chose today to make himself unavailable.
If the Leventi were known for anything at all, it was horses. Other than the royal stables, this was the ideal place to ‘break down’ so to speak. Stephanos stepped around to Astron’s side and stroked the horse’s flanks while looking up at Dafni. Obviously she’d been intending to go somewhere…”Unless you can take me to the Agora?”
He let the horse’s hoof go and straightened up, looking at the Leventi gate when the sound of hooves scraping over cobbles drew his attention. There, sitting astride her horse like a queen, was Dafni Leventi. Her eyes were flicking from him to Achnos and back again. He had the strangest impression that she was sizing the two of them up, deciding which one was better to look at. The notion was an odd one but, girls and their horses, as they say. Stephanos stepped forward, catching hold of Astron’s bridle as Dafni drew closer. He grinned up at her, the sunlight catching the gold of his hair as the first of its shimmering rays reached them.
“Good morning, my lady,” he said and then rubbed Astron’s velvet nose. The horse snuffled him and then made to bite. Stephanos ripped his hand back.
“Stephanos whatever are you doing down there,” she said, sounding nearly like she was scolding him. His brows raised at the familiar way she addressed him, with nary a ‘your highness’ in sight. As he was more at her mercy than she his, he let it slide for the time being. The grin came back and he took a step back towards Achnos, stooping again to take the gelding’s hoof to show her what’d happened.
“He’s slipped his shoe,” he said. “And I’ve a most important errand today. I can’t ride him like this. Would you,” he tilted his head, eyeing her form before his eyes traveled back to her face. “Possibly have a horse I can use in the meantime?”
Without a shoe, Achnos was useless today. He needed tended to sooner rather than later and while Stephanos was a fine rider, he wasn’t a farrier. One could be easily summoned to the Leventi stables on his behalf, of course, but those goats. He needed the goats. And he needed to get them today so that he could put them in Achilleas’s room tomorrow. This prank would be his finest hour, he was sure and he wasn’t about to lose out on this grand idea just because Achnos chose today to make himself unavailable.
If the Leventi were known for anything at all, it was horses. Other than the royal stables, this was the ideal place to ‘break down’ so to speak. Stephanos stepped around to Astron’s side and stroked the horse’s flanks while looking up at Dafni. Obviously she’d been intending to go somewhere…”Unless you can take me to the Agora?”
Dafni watched with rapt attention as the prince sized her and her steed up with much less enthusiasm then she did him. The lack of adoration chafing at the ego of the young girl. But her irritation was short lived as she watched his beauty of a beast snap at his hand. Interest and amusement glimmered in her gem green eyes as she took in the aggression his mount showed him. Her mind immediately going to the possibility of winning the beautiful creature over to her side. Perhaps, she could get him into the Leventi stables and while Stephanos' back was turned, slip him some treats until he wanted none but her upon his back. There was no way she could not win the nippy gelding to her side with enough time. The issue was, creating the proper opportunity. Of course, as was her luck since she was beloved by the gods, it dropped into her lap but seconds later.
“Possibly have a horse I can use in the meantime?”
“Of course.” Dafni said with a smile that was slightly too enthusiastic, eyes wandering over the impressive physique of her desired conquest; Achnos. By now the handsome human man who stood by the horse was forgotten in favor of his mount. Blinking Dafni forced herself back to the present instead of her devious plans to steal Achnos. “I’ll even let you keep the steed a few days. And worry not, I’ll personally make sure Achnos is well taken care of until you collect him.” She said with a smile that nearly split her face. Humming with contentment Dafni gestures towards the leventi estate with one dainty hand, the other resting on Astron’s warm neck. Using her knees and heels Dafni gave her gelding his head and steered him towards home. “Come come.”
After a few plodding steps Dafni looked back to see if his royal highness was following with her prize. As she watched him sort out Achnos she thought of the horses available in the barn. She needed to give him one of their best horses. Her pride demanded she impress the man with one of their best specimen, but her possessive nature denied the use of any of one of her favorites in case his royal highness decided to snipe one her babies right from under her delicate fingers. If asked, father would undoubtedly sell or even gift Stephanos any horse he asked for. Hmm, she needed to think on it a little longer. Another thought struck her then, the nosey young lady immediately taken with a new path of inquiry.
“What is this important errand?” Dafni asked with simmering curiosity, pausing a second longer than necessarily respectful. “If I may be as bold… of course.”
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Dafni watched with rapt attention as the prince sized her and her steed up with much less enthusiasm then she did him. The lack of adoration chafing at the ego of the young girl. But her irritation was short lived as she watched his beauty of a beast snap at his hand. Interest and amusement glimmered in her gem green eyes as she took in the aggression his mount showed him. Her mind immediately going to the possibility of winning the beautiful creature over to her side. Perhaps, she could get him into the Leventi stables and while Stephanos' back was turned, slip him some treats until he wanted none but her upon his back. There was no way she could not win the nippy gelding to her side with enough time. The issue was, creating the proper opportunity. Of course, as was her luck since she was beloved by the gods, it dropped into her lap but seconds later.
“Possibly have a horse I can use in the meantime?”
“Of course.” Dafni said with a smile that was slightly too enthusiastic, eyes wandering over the impressive physique of her desired conquest; Achnos. By now the handsome human man who stood by the horse was forgotten in favor of his mount. Blinking Dafni forced herself back to the present instead of her devious plans to steal Achnos. “I’ll even let you keep the steed a few days. And worry not, I’ll personally make sure Achnos is well taken care of until you collect him.” She said with a smile that nearly split her face. Humming with contentment Dafni gestures towards the leventi estate with one dainty hand, the other resting on Astron’s warm neck. Using her knees and heels Dafni gave her gelding his head and steered him towards home. “Come come.”
After a few plodding steps Dafni looked back to see if his royal highness was following with her prize. As she watched him sort out Achnos she thought of the horses available in the barn. She needed to give him one of their best horses. Her pride demanded she impress the man with one of their best specimen, but her possessive nature denied the use of any of one of her favorites in case his royal highness decided to snipe one her babies right from under her delicate fingers. If asked, father would undoubtedly sell or even gift Stephanos any horse he asked for. Hmm, she needed to think on it a little longer. Another thought struck her then, the nosey young lady immediately taken with a new path of inquiry.
“What is this important errand?” Dafni asked with simmering curiosity, pausing a second longer than necessarily respectful. “If I may be as bold… of course.”
Dafni watched with rapt attention as the prince sized her and her steed up with much less enthusiasm then she did him. The lack of adoration chafing at the ego of the young girl. But her irritation was short lived as she watched his beauty of a beast snap at his hand. Interest and amusement glimmered in her gem green eyes as she took in the aggression his mount showed him. Her mind immediately going to the possibility of winning the beautiful creature over to her side. Perhaps, she could get him into the Leventi stables and while Stephanos' back was turned, slip him some treats until he wanted none but her upon his back. There was no way she could not win the nippy gelding to her side with enough time. The issue was, creating the proper opportunity. Of course, as was her luck since she was beloved by the gods, it dropped into her lap but seconds later.
“Possibly have a horse I can use in the meantime?”
“Of course.” Dafni said with a smile that was slightly too enthusiastic, eyes wandering over the impressive physique of her desired conquest; Achnos. By now the handsome human man who stood by the horse was forgotten in favor of his mount. Blinking Dafni forced herself back to the present instead of her devious plans to steal Achnos. “I’ll even let you keep the steed a few days. And worry not, I’ll personally make sure Achnos is well taken care of until you collect him.” She said with a smile that nearly split her face. Humming with contentment Dafni gestures towards the leventi estate with one dainty hand, the other resting on Astron’s warm neck. Using her knees and heels Dafni gave her gelding his head and steered him towards home. “Come come.”
After a few plodding steps Dafni looked back to see if his royal highness was following with her prize. As she watched him sort out Achnos she thought of the horses available in the barn. She needed to give him one of their best horses. Her pride demanded she impress the man with one of their best specimen, but her possessive nature denied the use of any of one of her favorites in case his royal highness decided to snipe one her babies right from under her delicate fingers. If asked, father would undoubtedly sell or even gift Stephanos any horse he asked for. Hmm, she needed to think on it a little longer. Another thought struck her then, the nosey young lady immediately taken with a new path of inquiry.
“What is this important errand?” Dafni asked with simmering curiosity, pausing a second longer than necessarily respectful. “If I may be as bold… of course.”
He’d never realized in this moment how hungry Dafni looked. The way her eyes slid from him to the horse made him wonder which of them she planned to devour. Her face took on the sort of light that shines out from a cat as it stalks a fluttering bird. The ”Of course!”, said immediately and forcefully might have tipped him off that something else was going on in her mind if it hadn’t been exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Stephanos took her to be over enthusiastic in a helping-the-crown way, rather than a stealing-his-horse way. “I’ll even let you keep the steed a few days.”
“Let me?” he smiled, raising his brows. Stephanos wasn’t a particularly mean person and so didn’t feel the need to remind her that anything he wanted could simply be ordered to appear with every real expectation of that order being obeyed. But he was a prince and so didn’t like that ‘let him’ phrase. Letting his better nature when out in that tiny power struggle, he listened as she went on to tell him that Achnos would be afforded every care that could possibly be given. The way she beamed made Stephanos soften inwardly. How could he be even mildly offended at such kindness?
“Come come.” Dafni turned her horse and led him and Achnos back the way she’d just come. She twisted around and Stephanos offered up a smile and a slight wave. Yes. He was coming. Not as fast as he wanted, due to Achnos being a diva. As he walked behind her, his eyes wandered her back, watching her posture. Like any Leventi worth her salt, Dafni was an excellent rider and her seat was perfect. He liked that about Taengean women; could always trust a girl from Taengea to know her way around horses. They weren’t fragile like the Athenian girls could be - all kept inside and stuffed full of books without practical experience.
They weren’t quite to the stables yet when Dafni asked her question. “What is this important errand? If I may be as bold… of course.”
An easy grin lit his features and he slid his gaze to her. “Goats. Kid goats, to be precise. I need several.” As if the man himself might pop out from somewhere unseen, Stephanos glanced about the courtyard to make sure they were well and truly alone. No one about but a stable hand or two. When Dafni’s horse stopped, he stepped up and lifted his arms to catch her about the waist and help her down. Did she need it? Probably not. He’d move if she swatted him away.
“My cousin Achilleas is in much need of...levity. And I think around fifteen or so baby goats might be the best way to uh…” he grinned, thinking of the bouncing animals and picturing them ricocheting off the walls of Achilleas’s bedroom. “Get him to not be quite so sombre.”
Behind him, Achnos snorted, his nostrils flaring. His ears perked forward and he nickered at a horse poking their head over a stall from within the stables. Stephanos laid a hand on his horse’s neck and stroked him, grinning at Dafni.
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He’d never realized in this moment how hungry Dafni looked. The way her eyes slid from him to the horse made him wonder which of them she planned to devour. Her face took on the sort of light that shines out from a cat as it stalks a fluttering bird. The ”Of course!”, said immediately and forcefully might have tipped him off that something else was going on in her mind if it hadn’t been exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Stephanos took her to be over enthusiastic in a helping-the-crown way, rather than a stealing-his-horse way. “I’ll even let you keep the steed a few days.”
“Let me?” he smiled, raising his brows. Stephanos wasn’t a particularly mean person and so didn’t feel the need to remind her that anything he wanted could simply be ordered to appear with every real expectation of that order being obeyed. But he was a prince and so didn’t like that ‘let him’ phrase. Letting his better nature when out in that tiny power struggle, he listened as she went on to tell him that Achnos would be afforded every care that could possibly be given. The way she beamed made Stephanos soften inwardly. How could he be even mildly offended at such kindness?
“Come come.” Dafni turned her horse and led him and Achnos back the way she’d just come. She twisted around and Stephanos offered up a smile and a slight wave. Yes. He was coming. Not as fast as he wanted, due to Achnos being a diva. As he walked behind her, his eyes wandered her back, watching her posture. Like any Leventi worth her salt, Dafni was an excellent rider and her seat was perfect. He liked that about Taengean women; could always trust a girl from Taengea to know her way around horses. They weren’t fragile like the Athenian girls could be - all kept inside and stuffed full of books without practical experience.
They weren’t quite to the stables yet when Dafni asked her question. “What is this important errand? If I may be as bold… of course.”
An easy grin lit his features and he slid his gaze to her. “Goats. Kid goats, to be precise. I need several.” As if the man himself might pop out from somewhere unseen, Stephanos glanced about the courtyard to make sure they were well and truly alone. No one about but a stable hand or two. When Dafni’s horse stopped, he stepped up and lifted his arms to catch her about the waist and help her down. Did she need it? Probably not. He’d move if she swatted him away.
“My cousin Achilleas is in much need of...levity. And I think around fifteen or so baby goats might be the best way to uh…” he grinned, thinking of the bouncing animals and picturing them ricocheting off the walls of Achilleas’s bedroom. “Get him to not be quite so sombre.”
Behind him, Achnos snorted, his nostrils flaring. His ears perked forward and he nickered at a horse poking their head over a stall from within the stables. Stephanos laid a hand on his horse’s neck and stroked him, grinning at Dafni.
He’d never realized in this moment how hungry Dafni looked. The way her eyes slid from him to the horse made him wonder which of them she planned to devour. Her face took on the sort of light that shines out from a cat as it stalks a fluttering bird. The ”Of course!”, said immediately and forcefully might have tipped him off that something else was going on in her mind if it hadn’t been exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Stephanos took her to be over enthusiastic in a helping-the-crown way, rather than a stealing-his-horse way. “I’ll even let you keep the steed a few days.”
“Let me?” he smiled, raising his brows. Stephanos wasn’t a particularly mean person and so didn’t feel the need to remind her that anything he wanted could simply be ordered to appear with every real expectation of that order being obeyed. But he was a prince and so didn’t like that ‘let him’ phrase. Letting his better nature when out in that tiny power struggle, he listened as she went on to tell him that Achnos would be afforded every care that could possibly be given. The way she beamed made Stephanos soften inwardly. How could he be even mildly offended at such kindness?
“Come come.” Dafni turned her horse and led him and Achnos back the way she’d just come. She twisted around and Stephanos offered up a smile and a slight wave. Yes. He was coming. Not as fast as he wanted, due to Achnos being a diva. As he walked behind her, his eyes wandered her back, watching her posture. Like any Leventi worth her salt, Dafni was an excellent rider and her seat was perfect. He liked that about Taengean women; could always trust a girl from Taengea to know her way around horses. They weren’t fragile like the Athenian girls could be - all kept inside and stuffed full of books without practical experience.
They weren’t quite to the stables yet when Dafni asked her question. “What is this important errand? If I may be as bold… of course.”
An easy grin lit his features and he slid his gaze to her. “Goats. Kid goats, to be precise. I need several.” As if the man himself might pop out from somewhere unseen, Stephanos glanced about the courtyard to make sure they were well and truly alone. No one about but a stable hand or two. When Dafni’s horse stopped, he stepped up and lifted his arms to catch her about the waist and help her down. Did she need it? Probably not. He’d move if she swatted him away.
“My cousin Achilleas is in much need of...levity. And I think around fifteen or so baby goats might be the best way to uh…” he grinned, thinking of the bouncing animals and picturing them ricocheting off the walls of Achilleas’s bedroom. “Get him to not be quite so sombre.”
Behind him, Achnos snorted, his nostrils flaring. His ears perked forward and he nickered at a horse poking their head over a stall from within the stables. Stephanos laid a hand on his horse’s neck and stroked him, grinning at Dafni.
With a practiced ease well known to those children of her station Dafni fainted deafness at the Prince’s pointed reply of, “let me?”. It was a happy ease in which she did so as well, for the non confrontational tone he used told her that if ignored her impropriety would be soon forgotten, just the way she liked. Indeed, just as she suspected he was quickly diverted by her newest attempt to sniff out information. Silly boy, if he was this easy to maneuver around, that horse would surely be her’s within the day!
And if his next words had not snared her attention so thoroughly, she may have continued her silent scheming on that particular goal. Instead she was struck with the desire to wiggle her way into, what she was quite sure, to be an amusing outing. Goats of all things, and the miniature prepubescent ones that were much more adorable than their elders. A Prince- a prince was plotting a day of wrangling goats. Well, she just had to see this.
As they entered the courtyard and subsequently the sables, Dafni shifted her boots free of their stirrups and swung her right legs over Astrons impressive rump and let her body drop easily to the straw covered ground. But before her feet could hit with the usual firm vibration, hands caught her about the waist and slid her slowly down. Her bewitching eyes flaring wide with a pleasant sort of surprise.
“Why thank you… my Highness.” Dafni stated with a demure smile. Of course, since he had caught her, she had naturally needed to steady herself on his impressive forearms, and oh how impressive they were. Hard muscle greeted her probing fingertips as she gave a quick squeeze, you know, just for curiosity's sake. But as soon as she was steady upon the ground she released him as if naught had happened, her hands becoming entombed by each other in front of herself as if to show their innocence. Because they would never feel up a prince in such a manner. Nope nope nope, not these perfectly shaped and manicured hands of hers.
But her soft smile tightened seconds later when he seemed to utterly forget about her in response to the nudging of a horse; her! He gazed upon an animal instead of basking in her glorious beauty! By the gods were men really such imbeciles as this? She was far more interesting than a horse. Even if horses were more interesting than him… and her entire goal in this whole interaction was to acquire his steed. But that was different, her desires were much more important and made far more sense.
Miffed she gestured dismissively at the loitering attendants to attend to Achnos.
The lines about her mouth and slits of her eyes narrowed even further when she realized who the culprit was who drew the bug from her silk woven net. That god’s damned traitor! It was none other than Kaméno. She swore up and down that horse knew how much she hated the way he sucked up to other less deserving humans, and did it in her presence on purpose. But he had gone too far this time. This was no normal commoner hand that pet his sooty black nose and mane, but the crown prince. If Stephanos so desired… no! Absolutely not. A distraction must be immediately executed and a different horse offered up for good measure. Kaméno was much too pretty and well built not to catch the eye of a discerning horseman like the Prince, as all her personal steeds were. His near glowing buckskin coat only marred by the occasional sooty black that created a sparse but fascinating pattern wherever it appeared on his body. It was almost like the gelding had rubbed and rolled himself in a pile of ash. Not only this but he was a fantastic cross country mount with the speed, stamina, and just enough maneuverability to get over and around rough terrain without being too much of a hindrance to himself. He stood at about 14 and a half hands, his build impressive enough to strike fear into those around him without being as overbearing as Astron's.
“Now, let us find you a mount so we can go and acquire your goats for this prank.” Dafni said brightly as she effortlessly invited herself along, latching onto Stephanos’s arm and attempting to drag him farther down the rows of stalls towards Prostátis. He was a bay, and a very good mount. Steady and sure footed he had an easy seat as well as the brawn and prettiness of even the most coveted high society mounts. If not for his sore lack of overt intelligence or personality Dafni may have even considered taking him as one of her back ups. But she liked steeds that were a bit more... interesting, and Prostátis simply was not.
“You're in luck, I believe Prostátis is not in use today. He is one of our newest and most promising geldings. I am sure you will find him a pleasure to ride.” Dafni continued on with the confidence of one yet dissuaded of their own self worth. She would be able to sway Stephanos far from her prized darlings she was sure of it.
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With a practiced ease well known to those children of her station Dafni fainted deafness at the Prince’s pointed reply of, “let me?”. It was a happy ease in which she did so as well, for the non confrontational tone he used told her that if ignored her impropriety would be soon forgotten, just the way she liked. Indeed, just as she suspected he was quickly diverted by her newest attempt to sniff out information. Silly boy, if he was this easy to maneuver around, that horse would surely be her’s within the day!
And if his next words had not snared her attention so thoroughly, she may have continued her silent scheming on that particular goal. Instead she was struck with the desire to wiggle her way into, what she was quite sure, to be an amusing outing. Goats of all things, and the miniature prepubescent ones that were much more adorable than their elders. A Prince- a prince was plotting a day of wrangling goats. Well, she just had to see this.
As they entered the courtyard and subsequently the sables, Dafni shifted her boots free of their stirrups and swung her right legs over Astrons impressive rump and let her body drop easily to the straw covered ground. But before her feet could hit with the usual firm vibration, hands caught her about the waist and slid her slowly down. Her bewitching eyes flaring wide with a pleasant sort of surprise.
“Why thank you… my Highness.” Dafni stated with a demure smile. Of course, since he had caught her, she had naturally needed to steady herself on his impressive forearms, and oh how impressive they were. Hard muscle greeted her probing fingertips as she gave a quick squeeze, you know, just for curiosity's sake. But as soon as she was steady upon the ground she released him as if naught had happened, her hands becoming entombed by each other in front of herself as if to show their innocence. Because they would never feel up a prince in such a manner. Nope nope nope, not these perfectly shaped and manicured hands of hers.
But her soft smile tightened seconds later when he seemed to utterly forget about her in response to the nudging of a horse; her! He gazed upon an animal instead of basking in her glorious beauty! By the gods were men really such imbeciles as this? She was far more interesting than a horse. Even if horses were more interesting than him… and her entire goal in this whole interaction was to acquire his steed. But that was different, her desires were much more important and made far more sense.
Miffed she gestured dismissively at the loitering attendants to attend to Achnos.
The lines about her mouth and slits of her eyes narrowed even further when she realized who the culprit was who drew the bug from her silk woven net. That god’s damned traitor! It was none other than Kaméno. She swore up and down that horse knew how much she hated the way he sucked up to other less deserving humans, and did it in her presence on purpose. But he had gone too far this time. This was no normal commoner hand that pet his sooty black nose and mane, but the crown prince. If Stephanos so desired… no! Absolutely not. A distraction must be immediately executed and a different horse offered up for good measure. Kaméno was much too pretty and well built not to catch the eye of a discerning horseman like the Prince, as all her personal steeds were. His near glowing buckskin coat only marred by the occasional sooty black that created a sparse but fascinating pattern wherever it appeared on his body. It was almost like the gelding had rubbed and rolled himself in a pile of ash. Not only this but he was a fantastic cross country mount with the speed, stamina, and just enough maneuverability to get over and around rough terrain without being too much of a hindrance to himself. He stood at about 14 and a half hands, his build impressive enough to strike fear into those around him without being as overbearing as Astron's.
“Now, let us find you a mount so we can go and acquire your goats for this prank.” Dafni said brightly as she effortlessly invited herself along, latching onto Stephanos’s arm and attempting to drag him farther down the rows of stalls towards Prostátis. He was a bay, and a very good mount. Steady and sure footed he had an easy seat as well as the brawn and prettiness of even the most coveted high society mounts. If not for his sore lack of overt intelligence or personality Dafni may have even considered taking him as one of her back ups. But she liked steeds that were a bit more... interesting, and Prostátis simply was not.
“You're in luck, I believe Prostátis is not in use today. He is one of our newest and most promising geldings. I am sure you will find him a pleasure to ride.” Dafni continued on with the confidence of one yet dissuaded of their own self worth. She would be able to sway Stephanos far from her prized darlings she was sure of it.
With a practiced ease well known to those children of her station Dafni fainted deafness at the Prince’s pointed reply of, “let me?”. It was a happy ease in which she did so as well, for the non confrontational tone he used told her that if ignored her impropriety would be soon forgotten, just the way she liked. Indeed, just as she suspected he was quickly diverted by her newest attempt to sniff out information. Silly boy, if he was this easy to maneuver around, that horse would surely be her’s within the day!
And if his next words had not snared her attention so thoroughly, she may have continued her silent scheming on that particular goal. Instead she was struck with the desire to wiggle her way into, what she was quite sure, to be an amusing outing. Goats of all things, and the miniature prepubescent ones that were much more adorable than their elders. A Prince- a prince was plotting a day of wrangling goats. Well, she just had to see this.
As they entered the courtyard and subsequently the sables, Dafni shifted her boots free of their stirrups and swung her right legs over Astrons impressive rump and let her body drop easily to the straw covered ground. But before her feet could hit with the usual firm vibration, hands caught her about the waist and slid her slowly down. Her bewitching eyes flaring wide with a pleasant sort of surprise.
“Why thank you… my Highness.” Dafni stated with a demure smile. Of course, since he had caught her, she had naturally needed to steady herself on his impressive forearms, and oh how impressive they were. Hard muscle greeted her probing fingertips as she gave a quick squeeze, you know, just for curiosity's sake. But as soon as she was steady upon the ground she released him as if naught had happened, her hands becoming entombed by each other in front of herself as if to show their innocence. Because they would never feel up a prince in such a manner. Nope nope nope, not these perfectly shaped and manicured hands of hers.
But her soft smile tightened seconds later when he seemed to utterly forget about her in response to the nudging of a horse; her! He gazed upon an animal instead of basking in her glorious beauty! By the gods were men really such imbeciles as this? She was far more interesting than a horse. Even if horses were more interesting than him… and her entire goal in this whole interaction was to acquire his steed. But that was different, her desires were much more important and made far more sense.
Miffed she gestured dismissively at the loitering attendants to attend to Achnos.
The lines about her mouth and slits of her eyes narrowed even further when she realized who the culprit was who drew the bug from her silk woven net. That god’s damned traitor! It was none other than Kaméno. She swore up and down that horse knew how much she hated the way he sucked up to other less deserving humans, and did it in her presence on purpose. But he had gone too far this time. This was no normal commoner hand that pet his sooty black nose and mane, but the crown prince. If Stephanos so desired… no! Absolutely not. A distraction must be immediately executed and a different horse offered up for good measure. Kaméno was much too pretty and well built not to catch the eye of a discerning horseman like the Prince, as all her personal steeds were. His near glowing buckskin coat only marred by the occasional sooty black that created a sparse but fascinating pattern wherever it appeared on his body. It was almost like the gelding had rubbed and rolled himself in a pile of ash. Not only this but he was a fantastic cross country mount with the speed, stamina, and just enough maneuverability to get over and around rough terrain without being too much of a hindrance to himself. He stood at about 14 and a half hands, his build impressive enough to strike fear into those around him without being as overbearing as Astron's.
“Now, let us find you a mount so we can go and acquire your goats for this prank.” Dafni said brightly as she effortlessly invited herself along, latching onto Stephanos’s arm and attempting to drag him farther down the rows of stalls towards Prostátis. He was a bay, and a very good mount. Steady and sure footed he had an easy seat as well as the brawn and prettiness of even the most coveted high society mounts. If not for his sore lack of overt intelligence or personality Dafni may have even considered taking him as one of her back ups. But she liked steeds that were a bit more... interesting, and Prostátis simply was not.
“You're in luck, I believe Prostátis is not in use today. He is one of our newest and most promising geldings. I am sure you will find him a pleasure to ride.” Dafni continued on with the confidence of one yet dissuaded of their own self worth. She would be able to sway Stephanos far from her prized darlings she was sure of it.
