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It was not the first time Achilleas had headed toward the Leventi estate to call upon his betrothed, not as their engagement had stretched on and on, with the marriage delayed a first and then a second time. Now they were almost within touching distance of it. This was why it felt such an inopportune moment to need to have this conversation, but the now Crown Prince did not dare leave it. He trusted Landy Evangelina, he thought, but there was no saying who else Lord Nikos might have entangled in his childish schemings, and Achilleas would not risk this mess returning to injure him because he thought it all done and dusted.
It didn’t mean he relished the prospect of revealing all to Theodora though. She had proven a little...uneven in her temperament, and though he had done nothing wrong, there was always the slightest chance she would choose not to believe him, for it did sound a tall tale. Perhaps then, he had not ridden as fast as he might have done, out of the city and toward the rolling green of Leventi lands.
But as he reined up, slid from the back of Amyntas and handed the reins over to the servant who greeted him, Achilleas felt better about it. It was his manner to be direct, address things head-on where he could, and once this was no longer some silly secret between them, all would be well. The Crown Prince raised an eyebrow at the servant a moment as he considered whether or not the slight girl could handle the warhorse he left with her, but then he reminded himself where he was. Indeed, the dark bay stallion was a Leventi bred horse.
With a tight-lipped smile, he left the girl to it and strode purposefully toward the door of the old manor. Presumably having heard the sound of his arrival, the large wooden doors swung open without him needing to knock, and Achilleas looked upon the somewhat startled expression of the housekeeper and felt a twinge of dismay. Of course. He had not sent word of his visit, again..
Unused to the notion that someone would wish to ready themselves for his presence, the Mikaelidas Lord had been schooled in such by the Leventi Head of House only a couple of weeks prior, and yet he had clean forgotten, a thing most unlike him. With a slight frown of consternation, Achilleas gave the woman a nod and announced himself.
“Good day to you. I’m here to see the Lady Theodora, assuming she is within?”
The Housekeeper curtsied deeply, though Achilleas swore she looked him over as she did so, and he frowned even more as she stood and addressed him.
“Of course your highness. Do come in, and I shall alert the Lady Theodora to your presence.”
He followed the housekeeper within where he was led to the same room where he had been received on his last visit, and the prince found himself furnished with a glass of Kykeon before he was left alone to await his betrothed. Peering at it and feeling oddly unappetised by the thick, milk like substance within, Achilleas set it down and wandered over to gaze out of the window that overlooked the front of the house. With his hands folded behind his back, he was rehearsing the conversation he was about to have for what must be the twentieth time in his head when he heard footsteps coming down the hall, and half turned toward the door in readiness.
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It was not the first time Achilleas had headed toward the Leventi estate to call upon his betrothed, not as their engagement had stretched on and on, with the marriage delayed a first and then a second time. Now they were almost within touching distance of it. This was why it felt such an inopportune moment to need to have this conversation, but the now Crown Prince did not dare leave it. He trusted Landy Evangelina, he thought, but there was no saying who else Lord Nikos might have entangled in his childish schemings, and Achilleas would not risk this mess returning to injure him because he thought it all done and dusted.
It didn’t mean he relished the prospect of revealing all to Theodora though. She had proven a little...uneven in her temperament, and though he had done nothing wrong, there was always the slightest chance she would choose not to believe him, for it did sound a tall tale. Perhaps then, he had not ridden as fast as he might have done, out of the city and toward the rolling green of Leventi lands.
But as he reined up, slid from the back of Amyntas and handed the reins over to the servant who greeted him, Achilleas felt better about it. It was his manner to be direct, address things head-on where he could, and once this was no longer some silly secret between them, all would be well. The Crown Prince raised an eyebrow at the servant a moment as he considered whether or not the slight girl could handle the warhorse he left with her, but then he reminded himself where he was. Indeed, the dark bay stallion was a Leventi bred horse.
With a tight-lipped smile, he left the girl to it and strode purposefully toward the door of the old manor. Presumably having heard the sound of his arrival, the large wooden doors swung open without him needing to knock, and Achilleas looked upon the somewhat startled expression of the housekeeper and felt a twinge of dismay. Of course. He had not sent word of his visit, again..
Unused to the notion that someone would wish to ready themselves for his presence, the Mikaelidas Lord had been schooled in such by the Leventi Head of House only a couple of weeks prior, and yet he had clean forgotten, a thing most unlike him. With a slight frown of consternation, Achilleas gave the woman a nod and announced himself.
“Good day to you. I’m here to see the Lady Theodora, assuming she is within?”
The Housekeeper curtsied deeply, though Achilleas swore she looked him over as she did so, and he frowned even more as she stood and addressed him.
“Of course your highness. Do come in, and I shall alert the Lady Theodora to your presence.”
He followed the housekeeper within where he was led to the same room where he had been received on his last visit, and the prince found himself furnished with a glass of Kykeon before he was left alone to await his betrothed. Peering at it and feeling oddly unappetised by the thick, milk like substance within, Achilleas set it down and wandered over to gaze out of the window that overlooked the front of the house. With his hands folded behind his back, he was rehearsing the conversation he was about to have for what must be the twentieth time in his head when he heard footsteps coming down the hall, and half turned toward the door in readiness.
It was not the first time Achilleas had headed toward the Leventi estate to call upon his betrothed, not as their engagement had stretched on and on, with the marriage delayed a first and then a second time. Now they were almost within touching distance of it. This was why it felt such an inopportune moment to need to have this conversation, but the now Crown Prince did not dare leave it. He trusted Landy Evangelina, he thought, but there was no saying who else Lord Nikos might have entangled in his childish schemings, and Achilleas would not risk this mess returning to injure him because he thought it all done and dusted.
It didn’t mean he relished the prospect of revealing all to Theodora though. She had proven a little...uneven in her temperament, and though he had done nothing wrong, there was always the slightest chance she would choose not to believe him, for it did sound a tall tale. Perhaps then, he had not ridden as fast as he might have done, out of the city and toward the rolling green of Leventi lands.
But as he reined up, slid from the back of Amyntas and handed the reins over to the servant who greeted him, Achilleas felt better about it. It was his manner to be direct, address things head-on where he could, and once this was no longer some silly secret between them, all would be well. The Crown Prince raised an eyebrow at the servant a moment as he considered whether or not the slight girl could handle the warhorse he left with her, but then he reminded himself where he was. Indeed, the dark bay stallion was a Leventi bred horse.
With a tight-lipped smile, he left the girl to it and strode purposefully toward the door of the old manor. Presumably having heard the sound of his arrival, the large wooden doors swung open without him needing to knock, and Achilleas looked upon the somewhat startled expression of the housekeeper and felt a twinge of dismay. Of course. He had not sent word of his visit, again..
Unused to the notion that someone would wish to ready themselves for his presence, the Mikaelidas Lord had been schooled in such by the Leventi Head of House only a couple of weeks prior, and yet he had clean forgotten, a thing most unlike him. With a slight frown of consternation, Achilleas gave the woman a nod and announced himself.
“Good day to you. I’m here to see the Lady Theodora, assuming she is within?”
The Housekeeper curtsied deeply, though Achilleas swore she looked him over as she did so, and he frowned even more as she stood and addressed him.
“Of course your highness. Do come in, and I shall alert the Lady Theodora to your presence.”
He followed the housekeeper within where he was led to the same room where he had been received on his last visit, and the prince found himself furnished with a glass of Kykeon before he was left alone to await his betrothed. Peering at it and feeling oddly unappetised by the thick, milk like substance within, Achilleas set it down and wandered over to gaze out of the window that overlooked the front of the house. With his hands folded behind his back, he was rehearsing the conversation he was about to have for what must be the twentieth time in his head when he heard footsteps coming down the hall, and half turned toward the door in readiness.
The wind felt spectacular on her face. The manufactured breeze her activities created was refreshingly cool against her heated cheeks as it cut through the hot air to play with her severely braided hair and sensitive skin. She smiled into the wind, letting herself soak in the incredible contrast of cool wind and warm light as they chased each other over her body in an endless game of tag.
It was mid day in Agrianios and the sun beat down upon her pale complexion in dapples of heat where it penetrated the canopy greenery. It was a miracle Dafni had escaped the darkening of skin a person could acquire with the hours she spent riding under the heated light of Helios. Yet after all these years, she had remained as pale and ivory as ever; most likely due to the fact that she took care to stay in the shade as much as possible and always covered her exposed skin in a light and carefully applied film of olive oil to protect it from the sun’s burning glare. Though there was a nice side benefit of applying the rich oil so frequently, it had a penchant for making her skin glow with youth and vitality.
The pounding of her steeds hooves against the hard packed earth of the path brought Dafni back from her appreciation of the environment to the land before her. Up ahead a tree blocked her path and her smile morphed from contentment to giddy, her eyes sparkling. This was Dafni’s favorite part of this particular route. The large tree was old and wide in circumference, the trunk and broken off collection of branches reaching to her hip in some places. It had blocked this path for many years, being left there at the behest of the youngest Leventi for just this purpose.
Posting easily she bent her legs and choked up a little farther on the reins. The lightest tap of her leather clad heel sending Pezopóros, her favorite jumping mare, faster along their trajectory. She made sure to keep her legs flushed to the snow white Arabians' sides without adding more pressure than necessary to make sure she didn’t escape her legs on approach. As the tree came within range, and Pezopóros’s body bunched and coiled beneath her, neck stretching and arching over the hurdle, Dafni rose along with her. Her balance was perfect and form without error, keeping her center of gravity right over that of her steeds. She neither threw herself forwards or sat back as she let her legs lift her from the saddle and elbow extended to keep enough tension in the reins without becoming overly harsh on the mare's mouth. For just a moment, horse and rider seemed to fly, the breeze swirling along with them as if to lift the duo higher still.
As they landed Dafni kept her form and absorbed the shock into her bent knees, immediately re-centering as the form of her horse changed from semi vertical back to horizontal, the slight Arabians legs regaining an easy looping cadence along the path. Pezopóros was one of Dafni’s favorite for jumping and other technical work. The small horse with her slimmer lithe build allowed Dafni’s short legs better control, and the agility of her nimbler physique an asset for the quick changes and precision needed for the more complex equestrian disciplines.
Dafni pushed Pezopóros now that the last jump had been cleared, leaning in perfect synchronization with her horse to balance out the sharp turns and steep inclines that made up the end of their route. As the more well traveled paths came into view Dafni used the slightest pressure of her knees and heels to steer the mare back to the stables. Her arms remained relaxed over her mounts pretty white withers, the braided leather of the reins hanging loose in her fingers so that Pezopóros could have her head.
When she could, Dafni liked to ride using the minimal amount of instruction, instead relying on the position of her body and pressures of her legs to direct the heading of her various horses. It brought a pleased sort of warmth to her soul to be able to control such a powerful beast with such minimal effort - to be so in sync with an animal of such beauty as to nearly be one with them. The amount of trust and obedience a horse had to have for its rider to perform so optimally, an achievement Dafni always strove for. These creatures were more than just nameless steeds to be ridden with a heavy handed carelessness, they were her friends and confidants. The thoughts she shared with them more intimate than any she revealed to the humans in her life.
As they rounded to the entrance of the stables Danfi dismounted with practiced elegance, her simple riding chiton fluttering about her thighs as the quick movement displaced the light material. Not as refined as her normal garments, the chiton was of a hardy linen dyed a rich olive green that brought out her eyes. The color was just dark enough to hide most stains while also being beautiful enough to adorn her body. Along the sides and more medial so that they fell over her legs, two slits ran from mid thigh to the hem. The bottom of the simple garment reaching to just below her knees so as to allow freer movement and decrease the possibility of it catching on anything. Modest was preserved by the way the cloth draped about and between her legs while riding, and was plentiful enough to hide the thin cuts in its folds when she was standing.
In addition to the odd chiton Dafni was also adorned by similarly unusual footwear. Of the highest quality leather, lightened by age yet supple with care, tight sandals adorned her feet. They were more covering than most, large sections of leather cocooning her feet and ankles to keep them straight and secure and trailing up her shin to her knees and inner thighs so as to stop the saddle from chaffing her delicate skin. The outer sections of her legs were covered in strategically placed traps that both tightly secured the leather pieces to her person while leaving her legs free to bend and flex as needed. It was an odd outfit all and all, one that allowed for the more masculine aspects of her equestrian endeavors while still granting her the basic modesty requirements of a woman. It was not like many saw her in this garment anyways. Only the few stable hands she instructed to take and care for her prized mare and the busting staff in the house as she made her way to her room to change. It was only when no visitors were expected at the estate that she wore this particular riding outfit. If any guests were present to see her, she instead wore much longer and inhibiting clothing upon her supple body.
Tenderly kissing Pezopóros neck and cooing soft loving words at the gentle natured horse, Dafni spent some time giving the mare some well deserved raise and attention. Her soft snout nuzzling at the girls garments and neck appreciatively. It was only after she was sure Pezopóros knew the depths of her affection that Dafni gave the barn hands strict instructions on how they were to care for her precious mount.
Lazily she strolled back towards the grand Leventi house, its pristine walls and incredible craftsmanship a beautiful thing go behold. Without knocking she pulled open the doors and bypassed the staff, making a beeline for the kitchen to acquire a glass of water before she took a long well deserved soak. It was then, as she meandered past the open doorway to one of the sitting rooms she happened to look to the side and catch sight of a large impressive male physique. Immediately she flushed. She had not been told there would be visitors this day! In an attempt to sneak past unseen she hurried her steps, but the man must have heard her as for just as she became visible he turned to look with an expectant mien.
Dafni froze. This was no random visitor, it was Achilleas of Mikaelidass, the betrothed of Theodora, the man she had thrown herself at in drunken desperation, and now the Crown Prince of Taengea! She nearly choked herself with the strangled sounds that got caught in her long pretty throat. Her eyes so enraptured with horrified realization and mind so caught up with ducking back behind the wall in hopes he had not seen her, that her feet lost track of their placement and sent her tripping back into the halfway she had just traversed. Her bottom hit the ground with a muffled smack that nonetheless stung greatly across her cheeks, and there she remained, skin stinging and brain short circuiting.
Never before had she been more mortified! (Well, except for that other time she had been alone with him). Hands thrown back to hold her upper body up Dafni trembled with humiliation. Not only had she just made a total fool out of herself in front of Achilleas once more, but she was clothed in sweaty and dirty riding garments unfit to be seen by even a lowly scullery maid! Yet here she was, in the presence of the Crown Prince no less! Oh by the gods could she have made any bigger a fool of herself? Almost fearfully she raised her eyes ever so slowly until they locked with Achilleas own. Her face drawn and pale, the startled width of them only made more apparent by the green of her clothing and the tight simple braid that pulled harshly at the skin of her scalp.
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The wind felt spectacular on her face. The manufactured breeze her activities created was refreshingly cool against her heated cheeks as it cut through the hot air to play with her severely braided hair and sensitive skin. She smiled into the wind, letting herself soak in the incredible contrast of cool wind and warm light as they chased each other over her body in an endless game of tag.
It was mid day in Agrianios and the sun beat down upon her pale complexion in dapples of heat where it penetrated the canopy greenery. It was a miracle Dafni had escaped the darkening of skin a person could acquire with the hours she spent riding under the heated light of Helios. Yet after all these years, she had remained as pale and ivory as ever; most likely due to the fact that she took care to stay in the shade as much as possible and always covered her exposed skin in a light and carefully applied film of olive oil to protect it from the sun’s burning glare. Though there was a nice side benefit of applying the rich oil so frequently, it had a penchant for making her skin glow with youth and vitality.
The pounding of her steeds hooves against the hard packed earth of the path brought Dafni back from her appreciation of the environment to the land before her. Up ahead a tree blocked her path and her smile morphed from contentment to giddy, her eyes sparkling. This was Dafni’s favorite part of this particular route. The large tree was old and wide in circumference, the trunk and broken off collection of branches reaching to her hip in some places. It had blocked this path for many years, being left there at the behest of the youngest Leventi for just this purpose.
Posting easily she bent her legs and choked up a little farther on the reins. The lightest tap of her leather clad heel sending Pezopóros, her favorite jumping mare, faster along their trajectory. She made sure to keep her legs flushed to the snow white Arabians' sides without adding more pressure than necessary to make sure she didn’t escape her legs on approach. As the tree came within range, and Pezopóros’s body bunched and coiled beneath her, neck stretching and arching over the hurdle, Dafni rose along with her. Her balance was perfect and form without error, keeping her center of gravity right over that of her steeds. She neither threw herself forwards or sat back as she let her legs lift her from the saddle and elbow extended to keep enough tension in the reins without becoming overly harsh on the mare's mouth. For just a moment, horse and rider seemed to fly, the breeze swirling along with them as if to lift the duo higher still.
As they landed Dafni kept her form and absorbed the shock into her bent knees, immediately re-centering as the form of her horse changed from semi vertical back to horizontal, the slight Arabians legs regaining an easy looping cadence along the path. Pezopóros was one of Dafni’s favorite for jumping and other technical work. The small horse with her slimmer lithe build allowed Dafni’s short legs better control, and the agility of her nimbler physique an asset for the quick changes and precision needed for the more complex equestrian disciplines.
Dafni pushed Pezopóros now that the last jump had been cleared, leaning in perfect synchronization with her horse to balance out the sharp turns and steep inclines that made up the end of their route. As the more well traveled paths came into view Dafni used the slightest pressure of her knees and heels to steer the mare back to the stables. Her arms remained relaxed over her mounts pretty white withers, the braided leather of the reins hanging loose in her fingers so that Pezopóros could have her head.
When she could, Dafni liked to ride using the minimal amount of instruction, instead relying on the position of her body and pressures of her legs to direct the heading of her various horses. It brought a pleased sort of warmth to her soul to be able to control such a powerful beast with such minimal effort - to be so in sync with an animal of such beauty as to nearly be one with them. The amount of trust and obedience a horse had to have for its rider to perform so optimally, an achievement Dafni always strove for. These creatures were more than just nameless steeds to be ridden with a heavy handed carelessness, they were her friends and confidants. The thoughts she shared with them more intimate than any she revealed to the humans in her life.
As they rounded to the entrance of the stables Danfi dismounted with practiced elegance, her simple riding chiton fluttering about her thighs as the quick movement displaced the light material. Not as refined as her normal garments, the chiton was of a hardy linen dyed a rich olive green that brought out her eyes. The color was just dark enough to hide most stains while also being beautiful enough to adorn her body. Along the sides and more medial so that they fell over her legs, two slits ran from mid thigh to the hem. The bottom of the simple garment reaching to just below her knees so as to allow freer movement and decrease the possibility of it catching on anything. Modest was preserved by the way the cloth draped about and between her legs while riding, and was plentiful enough to hide the thin cuts in its folds when she was standing.
In addition to the odd chiton Dafni was also adorned by similarly unusual footwear. Of the highest quality leather, lightened by age yet supple with care, tight sandals adorned her feet. They were more covering than most, large sections of leather cocooning her feet and ankles to keep them straight and secure and trailing up her shin to her knees and inner thighs so as to stop the saddle from chaffing her delicate skin. The outer sections of her legs were covered in strategically placed traps that both tightly secured the leather pieces to her person while leaving her legs free to bend and flex as needed. It was an odd outfit all and all, one that allowed for the more masculine aspects of her equestrian endeavors while still granting her the basic modesty requirements of a woman. It was not like many saw her in this garment anyways. Only the few stable hands she instructed to take and care for her prized mare and the busting staff in the house as she made her way to her room to change. It was only when no visitors were expected at the estate that she wore this particular riding outfit. If any guests were present to see her, she instead wore much longer and inhibiting clothing upon her supple body.
Tenderly kissing Pezopóros neck and cooing soft loving words at the gentle natured horse, Dafni spent some time giving the mare some well deserved raise and attention. Her soft snout nuzzling at the girls garments and neck appreciatively. It was only after she was sure Pezopóros knew the depths of her affection that Dafni gave the barn hands strict instructions on how they were to care for her precious mount.
Lazily she strolled back towards the grand Leventi house, its pristine walls and incredible craftsmanship a beautiful thing go behold. Without knocking she pulled open the doors and bypassed the staff, making a beeline for the kitchen to acquire a glass of water before she took a long well deserved soak. It was then, as she meandered past the open doorway to one of the sitting rooms she happened to look to the side and catch sight of a large impressive male physique. Immediately she flushed. She had not been told there would be visitors this day! In an attempt to sneak past unseen she hurried her steps, but the man must have heard her as for just as she became visible he turned to look with an expectant mien.
Dafni froze. This was no random visitor, it was Achilleas of Mikaelidass, the betrothed of Theodora, the man she had thrown herself at in drunken desperation, and now the Crown Prince of Taengea! She nearly choked herself with the strangled sounds that got caught in her long pretty throat. Her eyes so enraptured with horrified realization and mind so caught up with ducking back behind the wall in hopes he had not seen her, that her feet lost track of their placement and sent her tripping back into the halfway she had just traversed. Her bottom hit the ground with a muffled smack that nonetheless stung greatly across her cheeks, and there she remained, skin stinging and brain short circuiting.
Never before had she been more mortified! (Well, except for that other time she had been alone with him). Hands thrown back to hold her upper body up Dafni trembled with humiliation. Not only had she just made a total fool out of herself in front of Achilleas once more, but she was clothed in sweaty and dirty riding garments unfit to be seen by even a lowly scullery maid! Yet here she was, in the presence of the Crown Prince no less! Oh by the gods could she have made any bigger a fool of herself? Almost fearfully she raised her eyes ever so slowly until they locked with Achilleas own. Her face drawn and pale, the startled width of them only made more apparent by the green of her clothing and the tight simple braid that pulled harshly at the skin of her scalp.
The wind felt spectacular on her face. The manufactured breeze her activities created was refreshingly cool against her heated cheeks as it cut through the hot air to play with her severely braided hair and sensitive skin. She smiled into the wind, letting herself soak in the incredible contrast of cool wind and warm light as they chased each other over her body in an endless game of tag.
It was mid day in Agrianios and the sun beat down upon her pale complexion in dapples of heat where it penetrated the canopy greenery. It was a miracle Dafni had escaped the darkening of skin a person could acquire with the hours she spent riding under the heated light of Helios. Yet after all these years, she had remained as pale and ivory as ever; most likely due to the fact that she took care to stay in the shade as much as possible and always covered her exposed skin in a light and carefully applied film of olive oil to protect it from the sun’s burning glare. Though there was a nice side benefit of applying the rich oil so frequently, it had a penchant for making her skin glow with youth and vitality.
The pounding of her steeds hooves against the hard packed earth of the path brought Dafni back from her appreciation of the environment to the land before her. Up ahead a tree blocked her path and her smile morphed from contentment to giddy, her eyes sparkling. This was Dafni’s favorite part of this particular route. The large tree was old and wide in circumference, the trunk and broken off collection of branches reaching to her hip in some places. It had blocked this path for many years, being left there at the behest of the youngest Leventi for just this purpose.
Posting easily she bent her legs and choked up a little farther on the reins. The lightest tap of her leather clad heel sending Pezopóros, her favorite jumping mare, faster along their trajectory. She made sure to keep her legs flushed to the snow white Arabians' sides without adding more pressure than necessary to make sure she didn’t escape her legs on approach. As the tree came within range, and Pezopóros’s body bunched and coiled beneath her, neck stretching and arching over the hurdle, Dafni rose along with her. Her balance was perfect and form without error, keeping her center of gravity right over that of her steeds. She neither threw herself forwards or sat back as she let her legs lift her from the saddle and elbow extended to keep enough tension in the reins without becoming overly harsh on the mare's mouth. For just a moment, horse and rider seemed to fly, the breeze swirling along with them as if to lift the duo higher still.
As they landed Dafni kept her form and absorbed the shock into her bent knees, immediately re-centering as the form of her horse changed from semi vertical back to horizontal, the slight Arabians legs regaining an easy looping cadence along the path. Pezopóros was one of Dafni’s favorite for jumping and other technical work. The small horse with her slimmer lithe build allowed Dafni’s short legs better control, and the agility of her nimbler physique an asset for the quick changes and precision needed for the more complex equestrian disciplines.
Dafni pushed Pezopóros now that the last jump had been cleared, leaning in perfect synchronization with her horse to balance out the sharp turns and steep inclines that made up the end of their route. As the more well traveled paths came into view Dafni used the slightest pressure of her knees and heels to steer the mare back to the stables. Her arms remained relaxed over her mounts pretty white withers, the braided leather of the reins hanging loose in her fingers so that Pezopóros could have her head.
When she could, Dafni liked to ride using the minimal amount of instruction, instead relying on the position of her body and pressures of her legs to direct the heading of her various horses. It brought a pleased sort of warmth to her soul to be able to control such a powerful beast with such minimal effort - to be so in sync with an animal of such beauty as to nearly be one with them. The amount of trust and obedience a horse had to have for its rider to perform so optimally, an achievement Dafni always strove for. These creatures were more than just nameless steeds to be ridden with a heavy handed carelessness, they were her friends and confidants. The thoughts she shared with them more intimate than any she revealed to the humans in her life.
As they rounded to the entrance of the stables Danfi dismounted with practiced elegance, her simple riding chiton fluttering about her thighs as the quick movement displaced the light material. Not as refined as her normal garments, the chiton was of a hardy linen dyed a rich olive green that brought out her eyes. The color was just dark enough to hide most stains while also being beautiful enough to adorn her body. Along the sides and more medial so that they fell over her legs, two slits ran from mid thigh to the hem. The bottom of the simple garment reaching to just below her knees so as to allow freer movement and decrease the possibility of it catching on anything. Modest was preserved by the way the cloth draped about and between her legs while riding, and was plentiful enough to hide the thin cuts in its folds when she was standing.
In addition to the odd chiton Dafni was also adorned by similarly unusual footwear. Of the highest quality leather, lightened by age yet supple with care, tight sandals adorned her feet. They were more covering than most, large sections of leather cocooning her feet and ankles to keep them straight and secure and trailing up her shin to her knees and inner thighs so as to stop the saddle from chaffing her delicate skin. The outer sections of her legs were covered in strategically placed traps that both tightly secured the leather pieces to her person while leaving her legs free to bend and flex as needed. It was an odd outfit all and all, one that allowed for the more masculine aspects of her equestrian endeavors while still granting her the basic modesty requirements of a woman. It was not like many saw her in this garment anyways. Only the few stable hands she instructed to take and care for her prized mare and the busting staff in the house as she made her way to her room to change. It was only when no visitors were expected at the estate that she wore this particular riding outfit. If any guests were present to see her, she instead wore much longer and inhibiting clothing upon her supple body.
Tenderly kissing Pezopóros neck and cooing soft loving words at the gentle natured horse, Dafni spent some time giving the mare some well deserved raise and attention. Her soft snout nuzzling at the girls garments and neck appreciatively. It was only after she was sure Pezopóros knew the depths of her affection that Dafni gave the barn hands strict instructions on how they were to care for her precious mount.
Lazily she strolled back towards the grand Leventi house, its pristine walls and incredible craftsmanship a beautiful thing go behold. Without knocking she pulled open the doors and bypassed the staff, making a beeline for the kitchen to acquire a glass of water before she took a long well deserved soak. It was then, as she meandered past the open doorway to one of the sitting rooms she happened to look to the side and catch sight of a large impressive male physique. Immediately she flushed. She had not been told there would be visitors this day! In an attempt to sneak past unseen she hurried her steps, but the man must have heard her as for just as she became visible he turned to look with an expectant mien.
Dafni froze. This was no random visitor, it was Achilleas of Mikaelidass, the betrothed of Theodora, the man she had thrown herself at in drunken desperation, and now the Crown Prince of Taengea! She nearly choked herself with the strangled sounds that got caught in her long pretty throat. Her eyes so enraptured with horrified realization and mind so caught up with ducking back behind the wall in hopes he had not seen her, that her feet lost track of their placement and sent her tripping back into the halfway she had just traversed. Her bottom hit the ground with a muffled smack that nonetheless stung greatly across her cheeks, and there she remained, skin stinging and brain short circuiting.
Never before had she been more mortified! (Well, except for that other time she had been alone with him). Hands thrown back to hold her upper body up Dafni trembled with humiliation. Not only had she just made a total fool out of herself in front of Achilleas once more, but she was clothed in sweaty and dirty riding garments unfit to be seen by even a lowly scullery maid! Yet here she was, in the presence of the Crown Prince no less! Oh by the gods could she have made any bigger a fool of herself? Almost fearfully she raised her eyes ever so slowly until they locked with Achilleas own. Her face drawn and pale, the startled width of them only made more apparent by the green of her clothing and the tight simple braid that pulled harshly at the skin of her scalp.
He was dreading the forthcoming conversation so much that it might have been relief colouring the lord’s features when he turned to see someone other than Theodora at the doorway. At least, that might have been the case had it been anyone other than young Dafni. Alas, the gods seemed to have decided that today would not be enough of a trial and so threw his betrothed’s cousin in his path as well.
The Mikaelidas Lord had not seen Lady Dafni since that rather awkward encounter at the agora and that was entirely by design. Embarrassed by the fact he’d been so taken in by her ruse, his pride had been stung a little. Never mind that her advances were entirely inappropriate given his betrothal to Theodora. And despite all his best efforts to remain neutral and abide by the laws of propriety, it seemed that gossip had circulated anyway, and Achilleas was not best pleased by the knowledge.
Therefore the man’s instinctive reaction to rush over and help the girl back to her feet was delayed a fraction of a second by the suspicion that this was just another childish bid to get his attention, and Achilleas debated with himself, his brows drawn together. Unsurprisingly, it was politeness that won out eventually, and so Dafni found herself looking at up a hand outstretched toward her and the blue gaze of the Mikaelidas man settled upon her with more than a trace of wariness.
“Lady Dafni. Are you quite well?”
His eyes drifted over her face, noting the rather wide eyes and then flickered briefly lower to her slightly rumpled attire. Achilleas suppressed a sigh of relief, for it did not appear an outfit put together to garner his attention at least. Still, as his hand folded gently around hers to draw her back to her feet, he was looking out hopefully for a servant or somebody to act as a chaperone to this encounter so there could be no questions asked later. As soon as she was upright once more, the man released his hold upon her hand and her elbow where his other hand had settled to set her on her feet again and he’d taken a step back.
“I was waiting for Theodora” he explained unnecessarily but wanting to remind the girl of his attachment to her cousin. Even though there should be no need. He might have left it there, but the silence afterwards seemed strained and he couldn’t very well just retreat to the solar room without seeming rude, so the newly-minted crown prince swallowed before he added. “Do you need to sit down,” glancing back towards the room they stood at the entryway to.
It was tinged with doubt because Achilleas couldn’t help but draw parallels between this and their last meeting and he was not willing to be made a fool of again. With any luck she would refuse and be on her way
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He was dreading the forthcoming conversation so much that it might have been relief colouring the lord’s features when he turned to see someone other than Theodora at the doorway. At least, that might have been the case had it been anyone other than young Dafni. Alas, the gods seemed to have decided that today would not be enough of a trial and so threw his betrothed’s cousin in his path as well.
The Mikaelidas Lord had not seen Lady Dafni since that rather awkward encounter at the agora and that was entirely by design. Embarrassed by the fact he’d been so taken in by her ruse, his pride had been stung a little. Never mind that her advances were entirely inappropriate given his betrothal to Theodora. And despite all his best efforts to remain neutral and abide by the laws of propriety, it seemed that gossip had circulated anyway, and Achilleas was not best pleased by the knowledge.
Therefore the man’s instinctive reaction to rush over and help the girl back to her feet was delayed a fraction of a second by the suspicion that this was just another childish bid to get his attention, and Achilleas debated with himself, his brows drawn together. Unsurprisingly, it was politeness that won out eventually, and so Dafni found herself looking at up a hand outstretched toward her and the blue gaze of the Mikaelidas man settled upon her with more than a trace of wariness.
“Lady Dafni. Are you quite well?”
His eyes drifted over her face, noting the rather wide eyes and then flickered briefly lower to her slightly rumpled attire. Achilleas suppressed a sigh of relief, for it did not appear an outfit put together to garner his attention at least. Still, as his hand folded gently around hers to draw her back to her feet, he was looking out hopefully for a servant or somebody to act as a chaperone to this encounter so there could be no questions asked later. As soon as she was upright once more, the man released his hold upon her hand and her elbow where his other hand had settled to set her on her feet again and he’d taken a step back.
“I was waiting for Theodora” he explained unnecessarily but wanting to remind the girl of his attachment to her cousin. Even though there should be no need. He might have left it there, but the silence afterwards seemed strained and he couldn’t very well just retreat to the solar room without seeming rude, so the newly-minted crown prince swallowed before he added. “Do you need to sit down,” glancing back towards the room they stood at the entryway to.
It was tinged with doubt because Achilleas couldn’t help but draw parallels between this and their last meeting and he was not willing to be made a fool of again. With any luck she would refuse and be on her way
He was dreading the forthcoming conversation so much that it might have been relief colouring the lord’s features when he turned to see someone other than Theodora at the doorway. At least, that might have been the case had it been anyone other than young Dafni. Alas, the gods seemed to have decided that today would not be enough of a trial and so threw his betrothed’s cousin in his path as well.
The Mikaelidas Lord had not seen Lady Dafni since that rather awkward encounter at the agora and that was entirely by design. Embarrassed by the fact he’d been so taken in by her ruse, his pride had been stung a little. Never mind that her advances were entirely inappropriate given his betrothal to Theodora. And despite all his best efforts to remain neutral and abide by the laws of propriety, it seemed that gossip had circulated anyway, and Achilleas was not best pleased by the knowledge.
Therefore the man’s instinctive reaction to rush over and help the girl back to her feet was delayed a fraction of a second by the suspicion that this was just another childish bid to get his attention, and Achilleas debated with himself, his brows drawn together. Unsurprisingly, it was politeness that won out eventually, and so Dafni found herself looking at up a hand outstretched toward her and the blue gaze of the Mikaelidas man settled upon her with more than a trace of wariness.
“Lady Dafni. Are you quite well?”
His eyes drifted over her face, noting the rather wide eyes and then flickered briefly lower to her slightly rumpled attire. Achilleas suppressed a sigh of relief, for it did not appear an outfit put together to garner his attention at least. Still, as his hand folded gently around hers to draw her back to her feet, he was looking out hopefully for a servant or somebody to act as a chaperone to this encounter so there could be no questions asked later. As soon as she was upright once more, the man released his hold upon her hand and her elbow where his other hand had settled to set her on her feet again and he’d taken a step back.
“I was waiting for Theodora” he explained unnecessarily but wanting to remind the girl of his attachment to her cousin. Even though there should be no need. He might have left it there, but the silence afterwards seemed strained and he couldn’t very well just retreat to the solar room without seeming rude, so the newly-minted crown prince swallowed before he added. “Do you need to sit down,” glancing back towards the room they stood at the entryway to.
It was tinged with doubt because Achilleas couldn’t help but draw parallels between this and their last meeting and he was not willing to be made a fool of again. With any luck she would refuse and be on her way
His hand was warm and firm in her own. Rough and strong it clasped her delicate one and pulled her to her feet in one smooth movement. This only led to Dafni flushing a darker shade of crimson, for all she could think of now was his strength. His incredible masculine strength that Theodora had somehow claimed for herself, the selfish bitch. Clearing her throat it took Dafni a moment to comprehend what Achilleas was saying. The words seeming to be lost to the roar of the blood in her ears, an embarrassed torrent of red beneath her skin.
“O-oh um I-I yes-s I’m alright” Dafni stuttered out like some kind of simpleton. Completely flustered she looked anywhere but into his alluring blue eyes. In all honesty she was surprised he had even engaged in conversation with her again. After the last time.. Well best not to think of the last time. But oh how could she forget it! The mortification of it, of her own gods damned behavior! The slightest tremor worked through her body as anxiety tried to claw its way free of her skin, a living breathing beast.
That day had been a disaster. She had made a fool of herself in front of this man, a man who was now the crown prince, of all people. She had been overindulgent in her consumption of the rich red wine of a local vendor, and much too loose with her tongue. But then again, it had been him that approached her. She did not go out in search of trouble, only a pleasant time to forget all the unpleasantness of the assassinations. It was Achilleas own fault for approaching her; even if she was hard to ignore with her long luscious hair and glowing skin. Either way, the encounter had turned from bad to worse, and now she was stuck wading through the awkward social obligation of smoothing it over. Or even better, pretending it never happened.
“I was waiting for Theodora” A feeling of relief like cold wind on a summer day eased Dafni. She could take her leave then, she would not be expected to entertain him as he waited.
Self consciously smoothing down her garment and running an idle hand over her hair Dafni prepared to make her excuses and scurry away when her plan of avoidance was thwarted by the man himself. In fact, he seemed no more pleased with his own suggestion than she herself, and she couldn’t fathom why he would make such an offer. A rather grim uncomfortable look was upon his handsome face as she took a moment to gauge his expression. That rankled the vain young Dafni. Even if it had been an uncomfortable situation for him she knew for a fact it had been worse for her. Fotios and Eirini had been less than pleased to have their daughter returned to them in such a state! Her compromised circumstances only exacerbated by the fact that it had all been a situation of her own making and conducted in the presence of such a socially prominent, and rather engaged, fellow such as Achilleas. Nothing could make her distasteful of a repeat performance more than the dangerous ire of her father. So when he asked if she needed to sit down Dafni hesitated, stuck on what to do. If she declined and went on her way (ran as fast from this encounter as her legs could carry her) it might be construed as rude and unbecoming; and Achilleas status as the crown price as well as his engagement to her cousin made her cautious of committing such a faux pass after the talking to her father had given her last time. But then on the other hand, she did not want to invite further scorn from this man by overstaying her welcome in his presence. Folding her hands behind her back in an attempt to steady her frayed nerves Dafni opened her mouth to politely decline and state some fabricated excuse when something rather different emerged.
“I believe sir, after our last encounter, you would not wish to suffer my company any longer than necessary, so I will not impose myself so.” It seemed Dafni did not need alcohol to speak uncouth truths around this man. All she needed was the frustration at her own inability to ensnare a man such as him and a flustering confrontation. Without any outside help she had successfully led Achilleas to foster a dislike for her with but two interactions.
Still avoiding his eyes and with cheeks flushed so red the white was but a memory, Dafni attempted to make her way around Achilleas only to stumble once more. A strap from her sandals had come loose and as she had started her retreat it had gotten caught under her other foot and sent her stumping into the adjacent wall. Oh not again.
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His hand was warm and firm in her own. Rough and strong it clasped her delicate one and pulled her to her feet in one smooth movement. This only led to Dafni flushing a darker shade of crimson, for all she could think of now was his strength. His incredible masculine strength that Theodora had somehow claimed for herself, the selfish bitch. Clearing her throat it took Dafni a moment to comprehend what Achilleas was saying. The words seeming to be lost to the roar of the blood in her ears, an embarrassed torrent of red beneath her skin.
“O-oh um I-I yes-s I’m alright” Dafni stuttered out like some kind of simpleton. Completely flustered she looked anywhere but into his alluring blue eyes. In all honesty she was surprised he had even engaged in conversation with her again. After the last time.. Well best not to think of the last time. But oh how could she forget it! The mortification of it, of her own gods damned behavior! The slightest tremor worked through her body as anxiety tried to claw its way free of her skin, a living breathing beast.
That day had been a disaster. She had made a fool of herself in front of this man, a man who was now the crown prince, of all people. She had been overindulgent in her consumption of the rich red wine of a local vendor, and much too loose with her tongue. But then again, it had been him that approached her. She did not go out in search of trouble, only a pleasant time to forget all the unpleasantness of the assassinations. It was Achilleas own fault for approaching her; even if she was hard to ignore with her long luscious hair and glowing skin. Either way, the encounter had turned from bad to worse, and now she was stuck wading through the awkward social obligation of smoothing it over. Or even better, pretending it never happened.
“I was waiting for Theodora” A feeling of relief like cold wind on a summer day eased Dafni. She could take her leave then, she would not be expected to entertain him as he waited.
Self consciously smoothing down her garment and running an idle hand over her hair Dafni prepared to make her excuses and scurry away when her plan of avoidance was thwarted by the man himself. In fact, he seemed no more pleased with his own suggestion than she herself, and she couldn’t fathom why he would make such an offer. A rather grim uncomfortable look was upon his handsome face as she took a moment to gauge his expression. That rankled the vain young Dafni. Even if it had been an uncomfortable situation for him she knew for a fact it had been worse for her. Fotios and Eirini had been less than pleased to have their daughter returned to them in such a state! Her compromised circumstances only exacerbated by the fact that it had all been a situation of her own making and conducted in the presence of such a socially prominent, and rather engaged, fellow such as Achilleas. Nothing could make her distasteful of a repeat performance more than the dangerous ire of her father. So when he asked if she needed to sit down Dafni hesitated, stuck on what to do. If she declined and went on her way (ran as fast from this encounter as her legs could carry her) it might be construed as rude and unbecoming; and Achilleas status as the crown price as well as his engagement to her cousin made her cautious of committing such a faux pass after the talking to her father had given her last time. But then on the other hand, she did not want to invite further scorn from this man by overstaying her welcome in his presence. Folding her hands behind her back in an attempt to steady her frayed nerves Dafni opened her mouth to politely decline and state some fabricated excuse when something rather different emerged.
“I believe sir, after our last encounter, you would not wish to suffer my company any longer than necessary, so I will not impose myself so.” It seemed Dafni did not need alcohol to speak uncouth truths around this man. All she needed was the frustration at her own inability to ensnare a man such as him and a flustering confrontation. Without any outside help she had successfully led Achilleas to foster a dislike for her with but two interactions.
Still avoiding his eyes and with cheeks flushed so red the white was but a memory, Dafni attempted to make her way around Achilleas only to stumble once more. A strap from her sandals had come loose and as she had started her retreat it had gotten caught under her other foot and sent her stumping into the adjacent wall. Oh not again.
His hand was warm and firm in her own. Rough and strong it clasped her delicate one and pulled her to her feet in one smooth movement. This only led to Dafni flushing a darker shade of crimson, for all she could think of now was his strength. His incredible masculine strength that Theodora had somehow claimed for herself, the selfish bitch. Clearing her throat it took Dafni a moment to comprehend what Achilleas was saying. The words seeming to be lost to the roar of the blood in her ears, an embarrassed torrent of red beneath her skin.
“O-oh um I-I yes-s I’m alright” Dafni stuttered out like some kind of simpleton. Completely flustered she looked anywhere but into his alluring blue eyes. In all honesty she was surprised he had even engaged in conversation with her again. After the last time.. Well best not to think of the last time. But oh how could she forget it! The mortification of it, of her own gods damned behavior! The slightest tremor worked through her body as anxiety tried to claw its way free of her skin, a living breathing beast.
That day had been a disaster. She had made a fool of herself in front of this man, a man who was now the crown prince, of all people. She had been overindulgent in her consumption of the rich red wine of a local vendor, and much too loose with her tongue. But then again, it had been him that approached her. She did not go out in search of trouble, only a pleasant time to forget all the unpleasantness of the assassinations. It was Achilleas own fault for approaching her; even if she was hard to ignore with her long luscious hair and glowing skin. Either way, the encounter had turned from bad to worse, and now she was stuck wading through the awkward social obligation of smoothing it over. Or even better, pretending it never happened.
“I was waiting for Theodora” A feeling of relief like cold wind on a summer day eased Dafni. She could take her leave then, she would not be expected to entertain him as he waited.
Self consciously smoothing down her garment and running an idle hand over her hair Dafni prepared to make her excuses and scurry away when her plan of avoidance was thwarted by the man himself. In fact, he seemed no more pleased with his own suggestion than she herself, and she couldn’t fathom why he would make such an offer. A rather grim uncomfortable look was upon his handsome face as she took a moment to gauge his expression. That rankled the vain young Dafni. Even if it had been an uncomfortable situation for him she knew for a fact it had been worse for her. Fotios and Eirini had been less than pleased to have their daughter returned to them in such a state! Her compromised circumstances only exacerbated by the fact that it had all been a situation of her own making and conducted in the presence of such a socially prominent, and rather engaged, fellow such as Achilleas. Nothing could make her distasteful of a repeat performance more than the dangerous ire of her father. So when he asked if she needed to sit down Dafni hesitated, stuck on what to do. If she declined and went on her way (ran as fast from this encounter as her legs could carry her) it might be construed as rude and unbecoming; and Achilleas status as the crown price as well as his engagement to her cousin made her cautious of committing such a faux pass after the talking to her father had given her last time. But then on the other hand, she did not want to invite further scorn from this man by overstaying her welcome in his presence. Folding her hands behind her back in an attempt to steady her frayed nerves Dafni opened her mouth to politely decline and state some fabricated excuse when something rather different emerged.
“I believe sir, after our last encounter, you would not wish to suffer my company any longer than necessary, so I will not impose myself so.” It seemed Dafni did not need alcohol to speak uncouth truths around this man. All she needed was the frustration at her own inability to ensnare a man such as him and a flustering confrontation. Without any outside help she had successfully led Achilleas to foster a dislike for her with but two interactions.
Still avoiding his eyes and with cheeks flushed so red the white was but a memory, Dafni attempted to make her way around Achilleas only to stumble once more. A strap from her sandals had come loose and as she had started her retreat it had gotten caught under her other foot and sent her stumping into the adjacent wall. Oh not again.
Achilleas noted the girl’s deepening blush, and if anything it only had him release his hold upon her that much faster. He wasn’t sure if she was just embarrassed to have tripped or if she really was sickening for something, but he’d already been burned once, and he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. He honestly thought he’d aged a year in a breath the minute Lord Fotios has appeared to catch sight of him with Dafni hanging off his neck. He took another minute step back.
Still, he was not entirely without manners and so felt compelled to offer something by means of conversation and so came the suggestion she might like to sit down—that and the fact that she really was very pink about the ears.
But he apparently didn’t make it a compelling offer, for the young Leventi girl’s reply was quite brisk. ‘I believe sir, after our last encounter, you would not wish to suffer my company any longer than necessary, so I will not impose myself so.’
Achilleas wished she had not brought it up, because she was right, of course, but it would be impolite to behave in a way that gave credence to the idea. Besides, they would soon be family, and he couldn’t continue to avoid her entirely.
“Don’t be foolish, Lady Dafni. Consider the matter forgotten. I already have” he lied, offering her a smile, but she was already moving around him, and so he shuffled backwards so she wouldn’t have to. Whether or not it was that which had the girl stumble again he wasn’t sure, but this time he’d reached out reactively, and he shook his head in exasperation as he caught the girl’s eye
“Before you do yourself damage running away from me...I think we can safely exist in the same space, can we not?” Achilleas ensured she was set back on her feet before he let go and he clasped his hands behind his back. Timed to perfection, one of the servants of the house bustled through with a platter of fruit to offer their guest, only to pause as she saw the two in the hallway.
“Mistress Dafni, is everything okay? Your highness?” She bobbed a curtsy to Achilleas, who looked mildly discomfited by the fact, the new title not sitting well with him given the circumstances of him coming by it.
“The Lady Dafni seems a little unsteady on her feet,” he remarked, glancing briefly at the girl before looking to the servant and clearing his throat “Is the Lady Theodora to be long?”
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Achilleas noted the girl’s deepening blush, and if anything it only had him release his hold upon her that much faster. He wasn’t sure if she was just embarrassed to have tripped or if she really was sickening for something, but he’d already been burned once, and he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. He honestly thought he’d aged a year in a breath the minute Lord Fotios has appeared to catch sight of him with Dafni hanging off his neck. He took another minute step back.
Still, he was not entirely without manners and so felt compelled to offer something by means of conversation and so came the suggestion she might like to sit down—that and the fact that she really was very pink about the ears.
But he apparently didn’t make it a compelling offer, for the young Leventi girl’s reply was quite brisk. ‘I believe sir, after our last encounter, you would not wish to suffer my company any longer than necessary, so I will not impose myself so.’
Achilleas wished she had not brought it up, because she was right, of course, but it would be impolite to behave in a way that gave credence to the idea. Besides, they would soon be family, and he couldn’t continue to avoid her entirely.
“Don’t be foolish, Lady Dafni. Consider the matter forgotten. I already have” he lied, offering her a smile, but she was already moving around him, and so he shuffled backwards so she wouldn’t have to. Whether or not it was that which had the girl stumble again he wasn’t sure, but this time he’d reached out reactively, and he shook his head in exasperation as he caught the girl’s eye
“Before you do yourself damage running away from me...I think we can safely exist in the same space, can we not?” Achilleas ensured she was set back on her feet before he let go and he clasped his hands behind his back. Timed to perfection, one of the servants of the house bustled through with a platter of fruit to offer their guest, only to pause as she saw the two in the hallway.
“Mistress Dafni, is everything okay? Your highness?” She bobbed a curtsy to Achilleas, who looked mildly discomfited by the fact, the new title not sitting well with him given the circumstances of him coming by it.
“The Lady Dafni seems a little unsteady on her feet,” he remarked, glancing briefly at the girl before looking to the servant and clearing his throat “Is the Lady Theodora to be long?”
Achilleas noted the girl’s deepening blush, and if anything it only had him release his hold upon her that much faster. He wasn’t sure if she was just embarrassed to have tripped or if she really was sickening for something, but he’d already been burned once, and he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. He honestly thought he’d aged a year in a breath the minute Lord Fotios has appeared to catch sight of him with Dafni hanging off his neck. He took another minute step back.
Still, he was not entirely without manners and so felt compelled to offer something by means of conversation and so came the suggestion she might like to sit down—that and the fact that she really was very pink about the ears.
But he apparently didn’t make it a compelling offer, for the young Leventi girl’s reply was quite brisk. ‘I believe sir, after our last encounter, you would not wish to suffer my company any longer than necessary, so I will not impose myself so.’
Achilleas wished she had not brought it up, because she was right, of course, but it would be impolite to behave in a way that gave credence to the idea. Besides, they would soon be family, and he couldn’t continue to avoid her entirely.
“Don’t be foolish, Lady Dafni. Consider the matter forgotten. I already have” he lied, offering her a smile, but she was already moving around him, and so he shuffled backwards so she wouldn’t have to. Whether or not it was that which had the girl stumble again he wasn’t sure, but this time he’d reached out reactively, and he shook his head in exasperation as he caught the girl’s eye
“Before you do yourself damage running away from me...I think we can safely exist in the same space, can we not?” Achilleas ensured she was set back on her feet before he let go and he clasped his hands behind his back. Timed to perfection, one of the servants of the house bustled through with a platter of fruit to offer their guest, only to pause as she saw the two in the hallway.
“Mistress Dafni, is everything okay? Your highness?” She bobbed a curtsy to Achilleas, who looked mildly discomfited by the fact, the new title not sitting well with him given the circumstances of him coming by it.
“The Lady Dafni seems a little unsteady on her feet,” he remarked, glancing briefly at the girl before looking to the servant and clearing his throat “Is the Lady Theodora to be long?”
Theodora sat on a chaise near her open window, knees tucked nearly to her chest with a book resting on top of them. It was a warm and balmy day, a little too warm to take her book outside, but not so warm that the wind blowing through the window was likely to make her sweat. Normally, she would have preferred the shade of a tree and the grass beneath her as she lounged in the peace of the afternoon, but this had served just as well. Besides, this book was just so good, it wouldn’t matter where she read it. She was hardly even aware of her surroundings as it was, her nose practically touching its pages as the sword came out to strike the Hydra’s neck…
A tap at her door had her jumping and dropping the book to the ground, casting an annoyed glance at whoever intruded on her quiet. “What is it?” she asked impatiently at the servant who stood waiting, the woman at least having enough grace to look sheepish.
“Pardon my interruption, my lady, but Prince Achilleas is here, and he’s asked after you.”
Theo sat up a little straighter with a frown; had they made plans today that she had forgotten about? No, surely that wasn’t it. Someone would have reminded her. A surprise visit then, and one which made her curious. Did he come simply to call on her? Or was there another purpose?
Rising from the chaise she lounged on, she cocked her head at the servant. “Did he say why?”
“No, my lady,” the woman responded in the negative, shaking her head. “Only asked if you were here.”
“Hm. All right, then. I’ll be along shortly.” Waving the servant off, who curtsied before she departed, Theodora cast a helpless glance in her looking glass. While her fiancé’s visit was not unwelcome, it was unexpected, and she hadn’t dressed for the day with that in mind. Even if they were soon to be wed, it would not do for her to go to him looking unkempt, no matter the suddenness of his visit.
The chiton she currently wore was plain and sturdy, and looking down at it, she sighed. Unpinning the fabric, she opted for another one of more opulent violet silk, looping it over her shoulder and securing it with a gold fibula. A golden rope served as a belt to cinch in the waist, tied off neatly to the side. Making a thoughtful sound in her throat as she rifled through her jewelry, she selected amethyst drops for her ears, a set of golden bangles to march up her arms, and a delicate golden chain to be fastened around her neck. Working her hair into a quick braid that she circled around her head, she threaded the simple plait with a yellow ribbon and pinned it in place. It wasn’t perfect, but he was a man, anyhow. She doubted he would notice.
A touch of carmine was applied to her lips before slipping her feet into sandals, glancing quickly in the looking glass again and nodding at what she saw. That was better. She no longer looked like she had just rolled out of bed.
Leaving her room, she made for the main entrance of the manor, her steps quick and light, but not rushed. When she emerged into the foyer, she caught the tail end of her fiance’s question, answering herself, “About three seconds longer, I’d estimate.” Laughing softly, she walked over to greet Achilleas with a polite curtsy. “I wasn’t expecting you, Your Highness. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I am surprised.” Straightening up and offering her betrothed a smile, she quickly noticed they were not alone, her cousin Dafni nearby, looking uncomfortable and flushed as red as an apple.
Cocking a brow, she looked between the two of them, wondering what exactly she had missed. “Is… everything all right here?” It was odd to see Dafni looking anything less than pristine, much less blushing and disheveled. “Dafni, are you sick? You don’t look like yourself.”
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Theodora sat on a chaise near her open window, knees tucked nearly to her chest with a book resting on top of them. It was a warm and balmy day, a little too warm to take her book outside, but not so warm that the wind blowing through the window was likely to make her sweat. Normally, she would have preferred the shade of a tree and the grass beneath her as she lounged in the peace of the afternoon, but this had served just as well. Besides, this book was just so good, it wouldn’t matter where she read it. She was hardly even aware of her surroundings as it was, her nose practically touching its pages as the sword came out to strike the Hydra’s neck…
A tap at her door had her jumping and dropping the book to the ground, casting an annoyed glance at whoever intruded on her quiet. “What is it?” she asked impatiently at the servant who stood waiting, the woman at least having enough grace to look sheepish.
“Pardon my interruption, my lady, but Prince Achilleas is here, and he’s asked after you.”
Theo sat up a little straighter with a frown; had they made plans today that she had forgotten about? No, surely that wasn’t it. Someone would have reminded her. A surprise visit then, and one which made her curious. Did he come simply to call on her? Or was there another purpose?
Rising from the chaise she lounged on, she cocked her head at the servant. “Did he say why?”
“No, my lady,” the woman responded in the negative, shaking her head. “Only asked if you were here.”
“Hm. All right, then. I’ll be along shortly.” Waving the servant off, who curtsied before she departed, Theodora cast a helpless glance in her looking glass. While her fiancé’s visit was not unwelcome, it was unexpected, and she hadn’t dressed for the day with that in mind. Even if they were soon to be wed, it would not do for her to go to him looking unkempt, no matter the suddenness of his visit.
The chiton she currently wore was plain and sturdy, and looking down at it, she sighed. Unpinning the fabric, she opted for another one of more opulent violet silk, looping it over her shoulder and securing it with a gold fibula. A golden rope served as a belt to cinch in the waist, tied off neatly to the side. Making a thoughtful sound in her throat as she rifled through her jewelry, she selected amethyst drops for her ears, a set of golden bangles to march up her arms, and a delicate golden chain to be fastened around her neck. Working her hair into a quick braid that she circled around her head, she threaded the simple plait with a yellow ribbon and pinned it in place. It wasn’t perfect, but he was a man, anyhow. She doubted he would notice.
A touch of carmine was applied to her lips before slipping her feet into sandals, glancing quickly in the looking glass again and nodding at what she saw. That was better. She no longer looked like she had just rolled out of bed.
Leaving her room, she made for the main entrance of the manor, her steps quick and light, but not rushed. When she emerged into the foyer, she caught the tail end of her fiance’s question, answering herself, “About three seconds longer, I’d estimate.” Laughing softly, she walked over to greet Achilleas with a polite curtsy. “I wasn’t expecting you, Your Highness. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I am surprised.” Straightening up and offering her betrothed a smile, she quickly noticed they were not alone, her cousin Dafni nearby, looking uncomfortable and flushed as red as an apple.
Cocking a brow, she looked between the two of them, wondering what exactly she had missed. “Is… everything all right here?” It was odd to see Dafni looking anything less than pristine, much less blushing and disheveled. “Dafni, are you sick? You don’t look like yourself.”
Theodora sat on a chaise near her open window, knees tucked nearly to her chest with a book resting on top of them. It was a warm and balmy day, a little too warm to take her book outside, but not so warm that the wind blowing through the window was likely to make her sweat. Normally, she would have preferred the shade of a tree and the grass beneath her as she lounged in the peace of the afternoon, but this had served just as well. Besides, this book was just so good, it wouldn’t matter where she read it. She was hardly even aware of her surroundings as it was, her nose practically touching its pages as the sword came out to strike the Hydra’s neck…
A tap at her door had her jumping and dropping the book to the ground, casting an annoyed glance at whoever intruded on her quiet. “What is it?” she asked impatiently at the servant who stood waiting, the woman at least having enough grace to look sheepish.
“Pardon my interruption, my lady, but Prince Achilleas is here, and he’s asked after you.”
Theo sat up a little straighter with a frown; had they made plans today that she had forgotten about? No, surely that wasn’t it. Someone would have reminded her. A surprise visit then, and one which made her curious. Did he come simply to call on her? Or was there another purpose?
Rising from the chaise she lounged on, she cocked her head at the servant. “Did he say why?”
“No, my lady,” the woman responded in the negative, shaking her head. “Only asked if you were here.”
“Hm. All right, then. I’ll be along shortly.” Waving the servant off, who curtsied before she departed, Theodora cast a helpless glance in her looking glass. While her fiancé’s visit was not unwelcome, it was unexpected, and she hadn’t dressed for the day with that in mind. Even if they were soon to be wed, it would not do for her to go to him looking unkempt, no matter the suddenness of his visit.
The chiton she currently wore was plain and sturdy, and looking down at it, she sighed. Unpinning the fabric, she opted for another one of more opulent violet silk, looping it over her shoulder and securing it with a gold fibula. A golden rope served as a belt to cinch in the waist, tied off neatly to the side. Making a thoughtful sound in her throat as she rifled through her jewelry, she selected amethyst drops for her ears, a set of golden bangles to march up her arms, and a delicate golden chain to be fastened around her neck. Working her hair into a quick braid that she circled around her head, she threaded the simple plait with a yellow ribbon and pinned it in place. It wasn’t perfect, but he was a man, anyhow. She doubted he would notice.
A touch of carmine was applied to her lips before slipping her feet into sandals, glancing quickly in the looking glass again and nodding at what she saw. That was better. She no longer looked like she had just rolled out of bed.
Leaving her room, she made for the main entrance of the manor, her steps quick and light, but not rushed. When she emerged into the foyer, she caught the tail end of her fiance’s question, answering herself, “About three seconds longer, I’d estimate.” Laughing softly, she walked over to greet Achilleas with a polite curtsy. “I wasn’t expecting you, Your Highness. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I am surprised.” Straightening up and offering her betrothed a smile, she quickly noticed they were not alone, her cousin Dafni nearby, looking uncomfortable and flushed as red as an apple.
Cocking a brow, she looked between the two of them, wondering what exactly she had missed. “Is… everything all right here?” It was odd to see Dafni looking anything less than pristine, much less blushing and disheveled. “Dafni, are you sick? You don’t look like yourself.”
He’d forgotten... he had FORGOTTEN? Maybe it was a stupid thing to get hung up on, no scratch that, it most definitely was but still; he had forgotten! Men, arrogant beautiful dismissive men. Why was she even jealous of Theodora for having to deal with him for the rest of her life. Because he was insanely attractive and the freaking crown prince. Gods damn Theodora, and speak of the beautiful and socially accomplished devil here she came. Could this get worse?
Opening and closing her mouth Dafni tried to formulate a response to Achilleas uncomfortable propositions and her cousins questions. What could she say? Sorry just came back from the barn and ran into your future husband then brought up the time I came on to him while I was tipsy; how has your day been?
Ya, that wouldn't go over well.
“I um I am not presentable for company right now I apologize your majesty.” Dafni murmured and quickly curtsied in a replication of Theodora, since she idiotically had yet to do so. What was it about this man that made her go all wacky. She could not tell the tip of her tongue from the tips of her teeth; it was a nightmare.
“Theodora I am fine, simply was on my way back from the barn.” She said with a wobbly smile and in a tone much too cheery to ever be expected out of Dafni’s plush beautiful lips. “I think it was just a bit hot out today, jumped one too many felled trees with Pezopóros you know how it is” An awkward laugh escaped her and she glanced at her cousin with a caged look in her gem green eyes like a dog backed into a corner.
She was out of her element here. She was not the ones with the power. She had no catty remarks she could use to defend herself and hide behind. If Achilleas had reacted better and maybe even wanted her, if Fotios hadn't been so mad she had actually become scared, she may have rubbed it in Theodora's face. But that was not the situation. The way he had looked at her was with disgust, and she did not blame him (ok only a little bit), she had been disgusted with herself too. Dafni had no ground to gain traction on by throwing that whole incident around. Not only was she the one in the wrong but she did not want to alienate herself further from the man who was so high in the royal hierarchy as to be even above herself. And well, Theodora; as Achilleas' wife and her relative, that could get messy. Her father would not be pleased if she jeopardized this match in any way, and with Dafni’s track record in situations with this man, it would be in the best interests of everyone if she excused herself.
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He’d forgotten... he had FORGOTTEN? Maybe it was a stupid thing to get hung up on, no scratch that, it most definitely was but still; he had forgotten! Men, arrogant beautiful dismissive men. Why was she even jealous of Theodora for having to deal with him for the rest of her life. Because he was insanely attractive and the freaking crown prince. Gods damn Theodora, and speak of the beautiful and socially accomplished devil here she came. Could this get worse?
Opening and closing her mouth Dafni tried to formulate a response to Achilleas uncomfortable propositions and her cousins questions. What could she say? Sorry just came back from the barn and ran into your future husband then brought up the time I came on to him while I was tipsy; how has your day been?
Ya, that wouldn't go over well.
“I um I am not presentable for company right now I apologize your majesty.” Dafni murmured and quickly curtsied in a replication of Theodora, since she idiotically had yet to do so. What was it about this man that made her go all wacky. She could not tell the tip of her tongue from the tips of her teeth; it was a nightmare.
“Theodora I am fine, simply was on my way back from the barn.” She said with a wobbly smile and in a tone much too cheery to ever be expected out of Dafni’s plush beautiful lips. “I think it was just a bit hot out today, jumped one too many felled trees with Pezopóros you know how it is” An awkward laugh escaped her and she glanced at her cousin with a caged look in her gem green eyes like a dog backed into a corner.
She was out of her element here. She was not the ones with the power. She had no catty remarks she could use to defend herself and hide behind. If Achilleas had reacted better and maybe even wanted her, if Fotios hadn't been so mad she had actually become scared, she may have rubbed it in Theodora's face. But that was not the situation. The way he had looked at her was with disgust, and she did not blame him (ok only a little bit), she had been disgusted with herself too. Dafni had no ground to gain traction on by throwing that whole incident around. Not only was she the one in the wrong but she did not want to alienate herself further from the man who was so high in the royal hierarchy as to be even above herself. And well, Theodora; as Achilleas' wife and her relative, that could get messy. Her father would not be pleased if she jeopardized this match in any way, and with Dafni’s track record in situations with this man, it would be in the best interests of everyone if she excused herself.
He’d forgotten... he had FORGOTTEN? Maybe it was a stupid thing to get hung up on, no scratch that, it most definitely was but still; he had forgotten! Men, arrogant beautiful dismissive men. Why was she even jealous of Theodora for having to deal with him for the rest of her life. Because he was insanely attractive and the freaking crown prince. Gods damn Theodora, and speak of the beautiful and socially accomplished devil here she came. Could this get worse?
Opening and closing her mouth Dafni tried to formulate a response to Achilleas uncomfortable propositions and her cousins questions. What could she say? Sorry just came back from the barn and ran into your future husband then brought up the time I came on to him while I was tipsy; how has your day been?
Ya, that wouldn't go over well.
“I um I am not presentable for company right now I apologize your majesty.” Dafni murmured and quickly curtsied in a replication of Theodora, since she idiotically had yet to do so. What was it about this man that made her go all wacky. She could not tell the tip of her tongue from the tips of her teeth; it was a nightmare.
“Theodora I am fine, simply was on my way back from the barn.” She said with a wobbly smile and in a tone much too cheery to ever be expected out of Dafni’s plush beautiful lips. “I think it was just a bit hot out today, jumped one too many felled trees with Pezopóros you know how it is” An awkward laugh escaped her and she glanced at her cousin with a caged look in her gem green eyes like a dog backed into a corner.
She was out of her element here. She was not the ones with the power. She had no catty remarks she could use to defend herself and hide behind. If Achilleas had reacted better and maybe even wanted her, if Fotios hadn't been so mad she had actually become scared, she may have rubbed it in Theodora's face. But that was not the situation. The way he had looked at her was with disgust, and she did not blame him (ok only a little bit), she had been disgusted with herself too. Dafni had no ground to gain traction on by throwing that whole incident around. Not only was she the one in the wrong but she did not want to alienate herself further from the man who was so high in the royal hierarchy as to be even above herself. And well, Theodora; as Achilleas' wife and her relative, that could get messy. Her father would not be pleased if she jeopardized this match in any way, and with Dafni’s track record in situations with this man, it would be in the best interests of everyone if she excused herself.
It still wasn’t clear if the Lady Dafni was just exceedingly clumsy, if she was suffering from some kind of malady or if she were just trying the same old thing she tried last time they met. Whichever it was, Achilleas was relieved when the maid appeared, and he could leave the young lady to someone else. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have enough to worry about without...
'About three seconds longer, I’d estimate. I wasn’t expecting you, Your Highness. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I am surprised.’
The Mikaelidas lord turned at the sound of Theodora’s voice, gaze finding hers as she moved to stand before him and dipped into a curtsey. There were suddenly four of them standing in the hallway, and he smiled briefly “ A good surprise then?” he ventured, before following her gaze toward Lady Dafni, answering in the affirmative before anything to the contrary could be suggested. “Everything is fine.” There was a sideways look toward Theodora’s younger cousin as she opened her mouth to speak, and Achilleas relaxed a fraction when she didn’t try to imply anything different.
“No need for apologies” he muttered, reminded once again that he hadn’t sent word of his visit. “You weren’t to know I was coming and you look fine anyway.”
He could afford to be generous now there were witnesses, and he didn’t have to worry about her being...well like she had been before, and honestly, he was feeling a little sorry for Dafni now as she stood all red-faced and looking as young as her years. Besides, if she left...well he’d have to have the conversation with Theodora that he’d come to have and that wasn’t terribly appealing now she was standing before him.
He always felt a little off-kilter when she first entered a room, like he had to readjust his perception to account for how beautiful she was because it didn’t fit with the mundane surroundings. It wasn’t a feeling that diminished; rather, the same feeling struck him each time he saw her. He took the moment that the cousins spoke amongst themselves to gather his wits back to him and so was ready with a smile when Theodora’s attention returned to him.
“ I apologise for not sending a messenger ahead” he began, stepping backwards as if to suggest she might walk ahead of him into the solar room where he’d been waiting. “There was a matter I wished to discuss with you that could not wait.”
That was a lie because he would much rather not have to discuss it with his betrothed, but it seemed wiser to ensure anything she did hear of it came from him rather than via other means. Achilleas glanced once between Theodora and Dafni as if waiting for the latter to excuse herself so he might speak to his betrothed. It was a rather personal affair, after all.
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It still wasn’t clear if the Lady Dafni was just exceedingly clumsy, if she was suffering from some kind of malady or if she were just trying the same old thing she tried last time they met. Whichever it was, Achilleas was relieved when the maid appeared, and he could leave the young lady to someone else. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have enough to worry about without...
'About three seconds longer, I’d estimate. I wasn’t expecting you, Your Highness. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I am surprised.’
The Mikaelidas lord turned at the sound of Theodora’s voice, gaze finding hers as she moved to stand before him and dipped into a curtsey. There were suddenly four of them standing in the hallway, and he smiled briefly “ A good surprise then?” he ventured, before following her gaze toward Lady Dafni, answering in the affirmative before anything to the contrary could be suggested. “Everything is fine.” There was a sideways look toward Theodora’s younger cousin as she opened her mouth to speak, and Achilleas relaxed a fraction when she didn’t try to imply anything different.
“No need for apologies” he muttered, reminded once again that he hadn’t sent word of his visit. “You weren’t to know I was coming and you look fine anyway.”
He could afford to be generous now there were witnesses, and he didn’t have to worry about her being...well like she had been before, and honestly, he was feeling a little sorry for Dafni now as she stood all red-faced and looking as young as her years. Besides, if she left...well he’d have to have the conversation with Theodora that he’d come to have and that wasn’t terribly appealing now she was standing before him.
He always felt a little off-kilter when she first entered a room, like he had to readjust his perception to account for how beautiful she was because it didn’t fit with the mundane surroundings. It wasn’t a feeling that diminished; rather, the same feeling struck him each time he saw her. He took the moment that the cousins spoke amongst themselves to gather his wits back to him and so was ready with a smile when Theodora’s attention returned to him.
“ I apologise for not sending a messenger ahead” he began, stepping backwards as if to suggest she might walk ahead of him into the solar room where he’d been waiting. “There was a matter I wished to discuss with you that could not wait.”
That was a lie because he would much rather not have to discuss it with his betrothed, but it seemed wiser to ensure anything she did hear of it came from him rather than via other means. Achilleas glanced once between Theodora and Dafni as if waiting for the latter to excuse herself so he might speak to his betrothed. It was a rather personal affair, after all.
It still wasn’t clear if the Lady Dafni was just exceedingly clumsy, if she was suffering from some kind of malady or if she were just trying the same old thing she tried last time they met. Whichever it was, Achilleas was relieved when the maid appeared, and he could leave the young lady to someone else. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have enough to worry about without...
'About three seconds longer, I’d estimate. I wasn’t expecting you, Your Highness. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I am surprised.’
The Mikaelidas lord turned at the sound of Theodora’s voice, gaze finding hers as she moved to stand before him and dipped into a curtsey. There were suddenly four of them standing in the hallway, and he smiled briefly “ A good surprise then?” he ventured, before following her gaze toward Lady Dafni, answering in the affirmative before anything to the contrary could be suggested. “Everything is fine.” There was a sideways look toward Theodora’s younger cousin as she opened her mouth to speak, and Achilleas relaxed a fraction when she didn’t try to imply anything different.
“No need for apologies” he muttered, reminded once again that he hadn’t sent word of his visit. “You weren’t to know I was coming and you look fine anyway.”
He could afford to be generous now there were witnesses, and he didn’t have to worry about her being...well like she had been before, and honestly, he was feeling a little sorry for Dafni now as she stood all red-faced and looking as young as her years. Besides, if she left...well he’d have to have the conversation with Theodora that he’d come to have and that wasn’t terribly appealing now she was standing before him.
He always felt a little off-kilter when she first entered a room, like he had to readjust his perception to account for how beautiful she was because it didn’t fit with the mundane surroundings. It wasn’t a feeling that diminished; rather, the same feeling struck him each time he saw her. He took the moment that the cousins spoke amongst themselves to gather his wits back to him and so was ready with a smile when Theodora’s attention returned to him.
“ I apologise for not sending a messenger ahead” he began, stepping backwards as if to suggest she might walk ahead of him into the solar room where he’d been waiting. “There was a matter I wished to discuss with you that could not wait.”
That was a lie because he would much rather not have to discuss it with his betrothed, but it seemed wiser to ensure anything she did hear of it came from him rather than via other means. Achilleas glanced once between Theodora and Dafni as if waiting for the latter to excuse herself so he might speak to his betrothed. It was a rather personal affair, after all.
A good surprise then?
The corners of her eyes crinkled with her smile, quick to assure him of such, “Of course. It’s always good to see you.” Okay, maybe historically that hadn’t always been true, but Theodora was trying, damn it all, in spite of how awkward things had been with them in the past. But that was neither here nor there, not with the odd energy she had just walked in on. Speaking of, what had she just walked in on?
Both of them were quick to assure her everything was fine, but with Dafni’s odd cheeriness and the way the prince’s gaze slid so suddenly away from her cousin, Theodora couldn’t help but be a little wary. Was it truly as simple a matter as her normally pristine cousin appearing so disheveled in front of Achilleas? Something told her that wasn’t entirely the case, but she wasn’t really sure how to address it without making the situation even more uncomfortable than it already seemed to be.
I think it was just a bit hot out today, jumped one too many felled trees with Pezopóros, you know how it is.
Theo made a sound of neutral agreement in the back of her throat, nodding slowly as she replied, “Indeed I do. Perhaps you’d like to get cleaned up and rejoin us after? I’m sure His Highness won’t mind, right?” She turned to look at her fiancé, as if to add his voice to hers, the slightest bit of suspicion still lingering in her gaze. Achilleas seemed keen to speak with her, ushering her into the solar room, but she felt strange just sending Dafni away. Maybe this was a good compromise? And she could just decline if she wished, no hard feelings for anyone.
However, circumstance didn’t see fit to have them part just yet, Theodora’s dark gaze drawn by a small movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing down at the floor where she thought it had come from, she found nothing, frowning slightly and shaking her head. Just her imagination, she supposed, moving to enter the room Achilleas indicated. As he apologized for not sending a messenger, she shrugged with half a smile. “It’s okay,” she dismissed his apology with a wave of her hand. “I wasn’t doing anything important, anyway. What’s going on? Is everything all right?”
Turning to say goodbye to Dafni, another movement caught her gaze, this time closer to the younger woman. Looking down at the floor again, this time Theo was able to focus in—and when she did, her eyes widened just enough to show her alarm. A hint of light reflecting off shiny scales, the sinuous curve of movement, was that…? No, it couldn’t be; had it followed her cousin inside…?
“Um, Dafni,” she said slowly, backing up a few careful steps and taking Achilleas’s arm as her gaze narrowed in on the end of a flicking tail. Okay, maybe she was right, and if she was… “Don’t panic, but, uh, well, I… think there’s a snake under your gown.”
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A good surprise then?
The corners of her eyes crinkled with her smile, quick to assure him of such, “Of course. It’s always good to see you.” Okay, maybe historically that hadn’t always been true, but Theodora was trying, damn it all, in spite of how awkward things had been with them in the past. But that was neither here nor there, not with the odd energy she had just walked in on. Speaking of, what had she just walked in on?
Both of them were quick to assure her everything was fine, but with Dafni’s odd cheeriness and the way the prince’s gaze slid so suddenly away from her cousin, Theodora couldn’t help but be a little wary. Was it truly as simple a matter as her normally pristine cousin appearing so disheveled in front of Achilleas? Something told her that wasn’t entirely the case, but she wasn’t really sure how to address it without making the situation even more uncomfortable than it already seemed to be.
I think it was just a bit hot out today, jumped one too many felled trees with Pezopóros, you know how it is.
Theo made a sound of neutral agreement in the back of her throat, nodding slowly as she replied, “Indeed I do. Perhaps you’d like to get cleaned up and rejoin us after? I’m sure His Highness won’t mind, right?” She turned to look at her fiancé, as if to add his voice to hers, the slightest bit of suspicion still lingering in her gaze. Achilleas seemed keen to speak with her, ushering her into the solar room, but she felt strange just sending Dafni away. Maybe this was a good compromise? And she could just decline if she wished, no hard feelings for anyone.
However, circumstance didn’t see fit to have them part just yet, Theodora’s dark gaze drawn by a small movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing down at the floor where she thought it had come from, she found nothing, frowning slightly and shaking her head. Just her imagination, she supposed, moving to enter the room Achilleas indicated. As he apologized for not sending a messenger, she shrugged with half a smile. “It’s okay,” she dismissed his apology with a wave of her hand. “I wasn’t doing anything important, anyway. What’s going on? Is everything all right?”
Turning to say goodbye to Dafni, another movement caught her gaze, this time closer to the younger woman. Looking down at the floor again, this time Theo was able to focus in—and when she did, her eyes widened just enough to show her alarm. A hint of light reflecting off shiny scales, the sinuous curve of movement, was that…? No, it couldn’t be; had it followed her cousin inside…?
“Um, Dafni,” she said slowly, backing up a few careful steps and taking Achilleas’s arm as her gaze narrowed in on the end of a flicking tail. Okay, maybe she was right, and if she was… “Don’t panic, but, uh, well, I… think there’s a snake under your gown.”
A good surprise then?
The corners of her eyes crinkled with her smile, quick to assure him of such, “Of course. It’s always good to see you.” Okay, maybe historically that hadn’t always been true, but Theodora was trying, damn it all, in spite of how awkward things had been with them in the past. But that was neither here nor there, not with the odd energy she had just walked in on. Speaking of, what had she just walked in on?
Both of them were quick to assure her everything was fine, but with Dafni’s odd cheeriness and the way the prince’s gaze slid so suddenly away from her cousin, Theodora couldn’t help but be a little wary. Was it truly as simple a matter as her normally pristine cousin appearing so disheveled in front of Achilleas? Something told her that wasn’t entirely the case, but she wasn’t really sure how to address it without making the situation even more uncomfortable than it already seemed to be.
I think it was just a bit hot out today, jumped one too many felled trees with Pezopóros, you know how it is.
Theo made a sound of neutral agreement in the back of her throat, nodding slowly as she replied, “Indeed I do. Perhaps you’d like to get cleaned up and rejoin us after? I’m sure His Highness won’t mind, right?” She turned to look at her fiancé, as if to add his voice to hers, the slightest bit of suspicion still lingering in her gaze. Achilleas seemed keen to speak with her, ushering her into the solar room, but she felt strange just sending Dafni away. Maybe this was a good compromise? And she could just decline if she wished, no hard feelings for anyone.
However, circumstance didn’t see fit to have them part just yet, Theodora’s dark gaze drawn by a small movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing down at the floor where she thought it had come from, she found nothing, frowning slightly and shaking her head. Just her imagination, she supposed, moving to enter the room Achilleas indicated. As he apologized for not sending a messenger, she shrugged with half a smile. “It’s okay,” she dismissed his apology with a wave of her hand. “I wasn’t doing anything important, anyway. What’s going on? Is everything all right?”
Turning to say goodbye to Dafni, another movement caught her gaze, this time closer to the younger woman. Looking down at the floor again, this time Theo was able to focus in—and when she did, her eyes widened just enough to show her alarm. A hint of light reflecting off shiny scales, the sinuous curve of movement, was that…? No, it couldn’t be; had it followed her cousin inside…?
“Um, Dafni,” she said slowly, backing up a few careful steps and taking Achilleas’s arm as her gaze narrowed in on the end of a flicking tail. Okay, maybe she was right, and if she was… “Don’t panic, but, uh, well, I… think there’s a snake under your gown.”
Have you ever heard a hawk screech? The absolute ear piercing sound of it as it rattles around in your brain? Well, you didn’t need to, you just needed to listen to the sounds that left Dafni’s mouth to know the true terrifying depths of such a sound. Or childish in this instance. All it had taken was for Evengaline to say those seven fateful words ‘think there’s a snake under your gown’ and Dafni was a whirlwind of motion. As soon as she had lifted her skirts to see the shiny green scales of her little reptilian stalker, the flight response took hold and she was off. Screaming like the hound of hell themselves were after her Dafni jumped what seemed like a mile in the air. Scrambling and falling to her knees and crawling her way back to her feet once more, she reached the highest point in the room in record time.
The only problem was, the highest point happened to be Crown Prince Achilleas. Because well, he was a rather impressively endowed fellow. Height wise, she totally meant height wise, though probably in other departments too...
Dafni sprung at him like a tiger upon its prey. Latching her long manicured fingers into his flesh and probably leaving small crescent shaped marks everywhere they gained purchase. Limber like a monkey she used her knees to gain leverage on his hips and crawl her way up as far upon his body as she could, arms around his neck and shoulders.
“Get it away from me! get it away from me! GETITAWAYFROMME!” She ranted even as she tried to climb higher and higher still upon the human mountain of a man. Would it be improper if she subconsciously took a second to appreciate the sheer strength and solid mass of muscle that she was now wrapped around? Because she totally did, even as frightened tears were sliding down her fear flushed cheeks.
Whimpering like a wounded dog, because why don't we relate the youngest Leventi to another animal as she runs in abject fear from an animal, she hid her face against him.
"Get rid of it! Kill it! Kill it!"
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Have you ever heard a hawk screech? The absolute ear piercing sound of it as it rattles around in your brain? Well, you didn’t need to, you just needed to listen to the sounds that left Dafni’s mouth to know the true terrifying depths of such a sound. Or childish in this instance. All it had taken was for Evengaline to say those seven fateful words ‘think there’s a snake under your gown’ and Dafni was a whirlwind of motion. As soon as she had lifted her skirts to see the shiny green scales of her little reptilian stalker, the flight response took hold and she was off. Screaming like the hound of hell themselves were after her Dafni jumped what seemed like a mile in the air. Scrambling and falling to her knees and crawling her way back to her feet once more, she reached the highest point in the room in record time.
The only problem was, the highest point happened to be Crown Prince Achilleas. Because well, he was a rather impressively endowed fellow. Height wise, she totally meant height wise, though probably in other departments too...
Dafni sprung at him like a tiger upon its prey. Latching her long manicured fingers into his flesh and probably leaving small crescent shaped marks everywhere they gained purchase. Limber like a monkey she used her knees to gain leverage on his hips and crawl her way up as far upon his body as she could, arms around his neck and shoulders.
“Get it away from me! get it away from me! GETITAWAYFROMME!” She ranted even as she tried to climb higher and higher still upon the human mountain of a man. Would it be improper if she subconsciously took a second to appreciate the sheer strength and solid mass of muscle that she was now wrapped around? Because she totally did, even as frightened tears were sliding down her fear flushed cheeks.
Whimpering like a wounded dog, because why don't we relate the youngest Leventi to another animal as she runs in abject fear from an animal, she hid her face against him.
"Get rid of it! Kill it! Kill it!"
Have you ever heard a hawk screech? The absolute ear piercing sound of it as it rattles around in your brain? Well, you didn’t need to, you just needed to listen to the sounds that left Dafni’s mouth to know the true terrifying depths of such a sound. Or childish in this instance. All it had taken was for Evengaline to say those seven fateful words ‘think there’s a snake under your gown’ and Dafni was a whirlwind of motion. As soon as she had lifted her skirts to see the shiny green scales of her little reptilian stalker, the flight response took hold and she was off. Screaming like the hound of hell themselves were after her Dafni jumped what seemed like a mile in the air. Scrambling and falling to her knees and crawling her way back to her feet once more, she reached the highest point in the room in record time.
The only problem was, the highest point happened to be Crown Prince Achilleas. Because well, he was a rather impressively endowed fellow. Height wise, she totally meant height wise, though probably in other departments too...
Dafni sprung at him like a tiger upon its prey. Latching her long manicured fingers into his flesh and probably leaving small crescent shaped marks everywhere they gained purchase. Limber like a monkey she used her knees to gain leverage on his hips and crawl her way up as far upon his body as she could, arms around his neck and shoulders.
“Get it away from me! get it away from me! GETITAWAYFROMME!” She ranted even as she tried to climb higher and higher still upon the human mountain of a man. Would it be improper if she subconsciously took a second to appreciate the sheer strength and solid mass of muscle that she was now wrapped around? Because she totally did, even as frightened tears were sliding down her fear flushed cheeks.
Whimpering like a wounded dog, because why don't we relate the youngest Leventi to another animal as she runs in abject fear from an animal, she hid her face against him.
"Get rid of it! Kill it! Kill it!"
If Achilleas’ smile was a little rigid, the look in the blue eyes a little strained as Theodora suggested her cousin rejoined them when she was ready, they were the kind of subtleties in expression that one would only come to recognise over time. And as he turned to Dafni with a nod, he reminded himself that Theodora didn’t know why he needed to speak with her and therefore couldn't be expected to understand why he might not be so keen on being interrupted before he was finished.
“Of course, the pleasure of your company would be welcomed Lady Dafni.”
When Theodora began to move toward the solar, he swallowed and ran through his rehearsed words again in his head. “Yes, everything is fine.” he began. “It’s just that I had a visitor…”
Achilleas realised after a moment that he’d lost Theodora’s attention and he frowned because this was hard enough without her ignoring him. But then he followed her gaze and heard what she had to say, and the lord’s brows climbed up toward his hairline. It was a snake but unless he was mistaken, not a venomous one and he’d opened his mouth to say so when Dafni began shrieking like one of the Furies themselves and flung herself away from the snake.
He wasn’t even sure what happened then, only that his famed warrior’s reactions failed him entirely and all of a sudden his arms were full of Dafni and she was scrambling up him like he was a climbing pole, all hands and knees and legs wrapped around places they absolutely shouldn’t be.
‘Get it away from me! get it away from me! GETITAWAYFROMME!’
Ironic, given the prince himself was having similar thoughts about Dafni herself in that precise moment. “It’s not venomous.” he managed to splutter out, trying to prise her fingers from around his neck” But the girl wasn’t paying any heed to him other than to bury her face against his chest and somewhat reluctantly, Achilleas looped one big arm about her, so she wasn’t hanging off him unsupported. Shooting a helpless look at Theodora, he winced when the shrieking resumed, that much closer to his ear now.
'Get rid of it! Kill it! Kill it!'
The servant who had discreetly drifted away had come running back at the commotion and now was waving broom uselessly at the coiled-up snake, and Achilleas rolled his eyes to the heavens. “Enough!” he said, less gentle now as he removed Dafni’s hands from his person and pushed her towards his betrothed. Looking harassed and with his chiton all in disarray after Dafni’s ascent, he strode over toward the snake and hoping against hope that his identification of it was correct, bent to pick it up from the middle of its body.
Though, and he was considering this as he stood again and began to carry the snake quickly toward the front door, perhaps being bitten by a venomous snake would be less painful than the rest of this visit had been so far?
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If Achilleas’ smile was a little rigid, the look in the blue eyes a little strained as Theodora suggested her cousin rejoined them when she was ready, they were the kind of subtleties in expression that one would only come to recognise over time. And as he turned to Dafni with a nod, he reminded himself that Theodora didn’t know why he needed to speak with her and therefore couldn't be expected to understand why he might not be so keen on being interrupted before he was finished.
“Of course, the pleasure of your company would be welcomed Lady Dafni.”
When Theodora began to move toward the solar, he swallowed and ran through his rehearsed words again in his head. “Yes, everything is fine.” he began. “It’s just that I had a visitor…”
Achilleas realised after a moment that he’d lost Theodora’s attention and he frowned because this was hard enough without her ignoring him. But then he followed her gaze and heard what she had to say, and the lord’s brows climbed up toward his hairline. It was a snake but unless he was mistaken, not a venomous one and he’d opened his mouth to say so when Dafni began shrieking like one of the Furies themselves and flung herself away from the snake.
He wasn’t even sure what happened then, only that his famed warrior’s reactions failed him entirely and all of a sudden his arms were full of Dafni and she was scrambling up him like he was a climbing pole, all hands and knees and legs wrapped around places they absolutely shouldn’t be.
‘Get it away from me! get it away from me! GETITAWAYFROMME!’
Ironic, given the prince himself was having similar thoughts about Dafni herself in that precise moment. “It’s not venomous.” he managed to splutter out, trying to prise her fingers from around his neck” But the girl wasn’t paying any heed to him other than to bury her face against his chest and somewhat reluctantly, Achilleas looped one big arm about her, so she wasn’t hanging off him unsupported. Shooting a helpless look at Theodora, he winced when the shrieking resumed, that much closer to his ear now.
'Get rid of it! Kill it! Kill it!'
The servant who had discreetly drifted away had come running back at the commotion and now was waving broom uselessly at the coiled-up snake, and Achilleas rolled his eyes to the heavens. “Enough!” he said, less gentle now as he removed Dafni’s hands from his person and pushed her towards his betrothed. Looking harassed and with his chiton all in disarray after Dafni’s ascent, he strode over toward the snake and hoping against hope that his identification of it was correct, bent to pick it up from the middle of its body.
Though, and he was considering this as he stood again and began to carry the snake quickly toward the front door, perhaps being bitten by a venomous snake would be less painful than the rest of this visit had been so far?
If Achilleas’ smile was a little rigid, the look in the blue eyes a little strained as Theodora suggested her cousin rejoined them when she was ready, they were the kind of subtleties in expression that one would only come to recognise over time. And as he turned to Dafni with a nod, he reminded himself that Theodora didn’t know why he needed to speak with her and therefore couldn't be expected to understand why he might not be so keen on being interrupted before he was finished.
“Of course, the pleasure of your company would be welcomed Lady Dafni.”
When Theodora began to move toward the solar, he swallowed and ran through his rehearsed words again in his head. “Yes, everything is fine.” he began. “It’s just that I had a visitor…”
Achilleas realised after a moment that he’d lost Theodora’s attention and he frowned because this was hard enough without her ignoring him. But then he followed her gaze and heard what she had to say, and the lord’s brows climbed up toward his hairline. It was a snake but unless he was mistaken, not a venomous one and he’d opened his mouth to say so when Dafni began shrieking like one of the Furies themselves and flung herself away from the snake.
He wasn’t even sure what happened then, only that his famed warrior’s reactions failed him entirely and all of a sudden his arms were full of Dafni and she was scrambling up him like he was a climbing pole, all hands and knees and legs wrapped around places they absolutely shouldn’t be.
‘Get it away from me! get it away from me! GETITAWAYFROMME!’
Ironic, given the prince himself was having similar thoughts about Dafni herself in that precise moment. “It’s not venomous.” he managed to splutter out, trying to prise her fingers from around his neck” But the girl wasn’t paying any heed to him other than to bury her face against his chest and somewhat reluctantly, Achilleas looped one big arm about her, so she wasn’t hanging off him unsupported. Shooting a helpless look at Theodora, he winced when the shrieking resumed, that much closer to his ear now.
'Get rid of it! Kill it! Kill it!'
The servant who had discreetly drifted away had come running back at the commotion and now was waving broom uselessly at the coiled-up snake, and Achilleas rolled his eyes to the heavens. “Enough!” he said, less gentle now as he removed Dafni’s hands from his person and pushed her towards his betrothed. Looking harassed and with his chiton all in disarray after Dafni’s ascent, he strode over toward the snake and hoping against hope that his identification of it was correct, bent to pick it up from the middle of its body.
Though, and he was considering this as he stood again and began to carry the snake quickly toward the front door, perhaps being bitten by a venomous snake would be less painful than the rest of this visit had been so far?
It all seemed to happen at once, her cousin’s shrieks filling the marble foyer and bringing a cringe to Theodora’s face. Really, did she need to go on about it like this? It was just a snake, for all the gods’ sakes. Dafni was a Leventi, and a horsewoman, how could she carry on so over something so common? She was worse than the horses when such animals spooked them, and Theodora meant to tell her so.
Before she could speak, however, she turned a horrified gaze to find that her cousin was climbing her fiancé like a tree, nestling herself into his grasp as if he was her wayward hero. “Dafni, what in all the gods’ names do you think you’re doing?!” she added her own shout to the woman’s screaming, a pale freckled face flushing with anger and annoyance alike. Who did she think she was?! Let her try to blame such indecorous behavior on her fear; scared or not, most people didn’t go climbing other humans to alleviate that fear. “It’s just a gods damned snake! Get the hell off of him, you stupid girl!”
Normally, Theodora did not speak so unkindly to her family, no matter how she felt about them, but it could hardly be said that Dafni was among her favored cousins. In fact, she’d take any of them over her, and this whole scene only served to prove why. Spoiled, impetuous, and entirely selfish, with an exasperating flair for the melodramatic, her younger cousin exemplified everything she despised within the ranks of the nobility and then some.
She could not have been as annoyed or uncomfortable as Achilleas though, the man struggling to pry Dafni off of him. Finally, he seemed to lose his patience, managing to extricate himself from the woman’s grasp and pushing her over to Theo instead. Gods knew she didn’t want her, taking a step back from the hysterical woman with a huff and a roll of her eyes. The snake within his hands, he moved toward the door, leaving her to give her cousin a withering glare that left no doubts as to her displeasure.
“What is wrong with you?” she hissed with a narrowed gaze as Achilleas went to release the creature, only barely managing to restrain herself from slapping Dafni right across her annoying little face. “Acting like a five year old child when you’re a woman grown, and throwing yourself into the arms of my fiancé like some damsel in a fairy tale. Who raised you?” She shook her head in disgust, still far too irritated to soften her speech. “Grow a backbone, Dafni. Gods, I’d expect a cowardly little display like that from Melina, but not you.”
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It all seemed to happen at once, her cousin’s shrieks filling the marble foyer and bringing a cringe to Theodora’s face. Really, did she need to go on about it like this? It was just a snake, for all the gods’ sakes. Dafni was a Leventi, and a horsewoman, how could she carry on so over something so common? She was worse than the horses when such animals spooked them, and Theodora meant to tell her so.
Before she could speak, however, she turned a horrified gaze to find that her cousin was climbing her fiancé like a tree, nestling herself into his grasp as if he was her wayward hero. “Dafni, what in all the gods’ names do you think you’re doing?!” she added her own shout to the woman’s screaming, a pale freckled face flushing with anger and annoyance alike. Who did she think she was?! Let her try to blame such indecorous behavior on her fear; scared or not, most people didn’t go climbing other humans to alleviate that fear. “It’s just a gods damned snake! Get the hell off of him, you stupid girl!”
Normally, Theodora did not speak so unkindly to her family, no matter how she felt about them, but it could hardly be said that Dafni was among her favored cousins. In fact, she’d take any of them over her, and this whole scene only served to prove why. Spoiled, impetuous, and entirely selfish, with an exasperating flair for the melodramatic, her younger cousin exemplified everything she despised within the ranks of the nobility and then some.
She could not have been as annoyed or uncomfortable as Achilleas though, the man struggling to pry Dafni off of him. Finally, he seemed to lose his patience, managing to extricate himself from the woman’s grasp and pushing her over to Theo instead. Gods knew she didn’t want her, taking a step back from the hysterical woman with a huff and a roll of her eyes. The snake within his hands, he moved toward the door, leaving her to give her cousin a withering glare that left no doubts as to her displeasure.
“What is wrong with you?” she hissed with a narrowed gaze as Achilleas went to release the creature, only barely managing to restrain herself from slapping Dafni right across her annoying little face. “Acting like a five year old child when you’re a woman grown, and throwing yourself into the arms of my fiancé like some damsel in a fairy tale. Who raised you?” She shook her head in disgust, still far too irritated to soften her speech. “Grow a backbone, Dafni. Gods, I’d expect a cowardly little display like that from Melina, but not you.”
It all seemed to happen at once, her cousin’s shrieks filling the marble foyer and bringing a cringe to Theodora’s face. Really, did she need to go on about it like this? It was just a snake, for all the gods’ sakes. Dafni was a Leventi, and a horsewoman, how could she carry on so over something so common? She was worse than the horses when such animals spooked them, and Theodora meant to tell her so.
Before she could speak, however, she turned a horrified gaze to find that her cousin was climbing her fiancé like a tree, nestling herself into his grasp as if he was her wayward hero. “Dafni, what in all the gods’ names do you think you’re doing?!” she added her own shout to the woman’s screaming, a pale freckled face flushing with anger and annoyance alike. Who did she think she was?! Let her try to blame such indecorous behavior on her fear; scared or not, most people didn’t go climbing other humans to alleviate that fear. “It’s just a gods damned snake! Get the hell off of him, you stupid girl!”
Normally, Theodora did not speak so unkindly to her family, no matter how she felt about them, but it could hardly be said that Dafni was among her favored cousins. In fact, she’d take any of them over her, and this whole scene only served to prove why. Spoiled, impetuous, and entirely selfish, with an exasperating flair for the melodramatic, her younger cousin exemplified everything she despised within the ranks of the nobility and then some.
She could not have been as annoyed or uncomfortable as Achilleas though, the man struggling to pry Dafni off of him. Finally, he seemed to lose his patience, managing to extricate himself from the woman’s grasp and pushing her over to Theo instead. Gods knew she didn’t want her, taking a step back from the hysterical woman with a huff and a roll of her eyes. The snake within his hands, he moved toward the door, leaving her to give her cousin a withering glare that left no doubts as to her displeasure.
“What is wrong with you?” she hissed with a narrowed gaze as Achilleas went to release the creature, only barely managing to restrain herself from slapping Dafni right across her annoying little face. “Acting like a five year old child when you’re a woman grown, and throwing yourself into the arms of my fiancé like some damsel in a fairy tale. Who raised you?” She shook her head in disgust, still far too irritated to soften her speech. “Grow a backbone, Dafni. Gods, I’d expect a cowardly little display like that from Melina, but not you.”
She was dropped, not only dropped by forcefully pried from her perch and thrust unceremoniously towards the glaring Theodora, who in this moment, looked much more venomous than any snake. Jerking back with the sheer seething fury of her cousin's ire, Dafni stared at her with wide startled eyes, her fear of the small scary scaly thing forgotten when faced with the poison of Theodora’s words.
But that only lasted a few seconds, for as Achilleas dealt with the little green intruder Dafni caved to her baser instinct. Spite and scorn.
“There is nothing wrong with me Theodora. Did you ever think maybe I am just scared of snakes, or maybe your just angry that ‘I’ got to touch your finance before you did. If he even ever wants to touch you, I wouldn't.” Dafni purred with a nasty edge to her mocking smile, bewitching green eyes running over Theodora's figure unimpressed.
“I am in riding clothes, disheveled and dirty, and I still outshine you,” the conceited young Levanti gloated with so much self assurance it was a miracle it did not crush her under its impressively inflated weight.
Sniffing disdainfully Dafni twirled on her heels and floated from the room humming a happy tune beneath her breath. No jealous words from Theodora were going to get her down. It was one thing when it was Achilleas looked at her with that now unfortunately familiar uncomfortable fear, it rubbed her the wrong way for him not to worship at her feet because of one stupid incident, but Theodora held no sway over Dafni’s moods. There were few who did really, she knew she was better than them, thus their ignorant words were like water droplets rolling off her skin.
As she flounced from the room she looked back just once to blatantly check out her cousin's fiancé before smirking meanly and disappearing around the corner. It was almost a perfect exit… almost. But you see, she turned the wrong way and would have to walk much farther to reach her rooms for the much deserved bath she looked forward to commanding her servants to ready. It would have the most luxurious of oils and soaps and perhaps even a glass of wine.
Realizing her daydreams had led her in the wrong direction she turned and walked back the way she came, passing back across the opening into the sitting room where Theodora and Achilleas still resided with a stiff back, raised chin, and speedy steps. Her posture confident, portraying the manufactured idea that she absolutely meant to do that. Her posture was a nasty little liar - but it mattered little; she was out of sight, though probably not out of mind, seconds later.
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She was dropped, not only dropped by forcefully pried from her perch and thrust unceremoniously towards the glaring Theodora, who in this moment, looked much more venomous than any snake. Jerking back with the sheer seething fury of her cousin's ire, Dafni stared at her with wide startled eyes, her fear of the small scary scaly thing forgotten when faced with the poison of Theodora’s words.
But that only lasted a few seconds, for as Achilleas dealt with the little green intruder Dafni caved to her baser instinct. Spite and scorn.
“There is nothing wrong with me Theodora. Did you ever think maybe I am just scared of snakes, or maybe your just angry that ‘I’ got to touch your finance before you did. If he even ever wants to touch you, I wouldn't.” Dafni purred with a nasty edge to her mocking smile, bewitching green eyes running over Theodora's figure unimpressed.
“I am in riding clothes, disheveled and dirty, and I still outshine you,” the conceited young Levanti gloated with so much self assurance it was a miracle it did not crush her under its impressively inflated weight.
Sniffing disdainfully Dafni twirled on her heels and floated from the room humming a happy tune beneath her breath. No jealous words from Theodora were going to get her down. It was one thing when it was Achilleas looked at her with that now unfortunately familiar uncomfortable fear, it rubbed her the wrong way for him not to worship at her feet because of one stupid incident, but Theodora held no sway over Dafni’s moods. There were few who did really, she knew she was better than them, thus their ignorant words were like water droplets rolling off her skin.
As she flounced from the room she looked back just once to blatantly check out her cousin's fiancé before smirking meanly and disappearing around the corner. It was almost a perfect exit… almost. But you see, she turned the wrong way and would have to walk much farther to reach her rooms for the much deserved bath she looked forward to commanding her servants to ready. It would have the most luxurious of oils and soaps and perhaps even a glass of wine.
Realizing her daydreams had led her in the wrong direction she turned and walked back the way she came, passing back across the opening into the sitting room where Theodora and Achilleas still resided with a stiff back, raised chin, and speedy steps. Her posture confident, portraying the manufactured idea that she absolutely meant to do that. Her posture was a nasty little liar - but it mattered little; she was out of sight, though probably not out of mind, seconds later.
She was dropped, not only dropped by forcefully pried from her perch and thrust unceremoniously towards the glaring Theodora, who in this moment, looked much more venomous than any snake. Jerking back with the sheer seething fury of her cousin's ire, Dafni stared at her with wide startled eyes, her fear of the small scary scaly thing forgotten when faced with the poison of Theodora’s words.
But that only lasted a few seconds, for as Achilleas dealt with the little green intruder Dafni caved to her baser instinct. Spite and scorn.
“There is nothing wrong with me Theodora. Did you ever think maybe I am just scared of snakes, or maybe your just angry that ‘I’ got to touch your finance before you did. If he even ever wants to touch you, I wouldn't.” Dafni purred with a nasty edge to her mocking smile, bewitching green eyes running over Theodora's figure unimpressed.
“I am in riding clothes, disheveled and dirty, and I still outshine you,” the conceited young Levanti gloated with so much self assurance it was a miracle it did not crush her under its impressively inflated weight.
Sniffing disdainfully Dafni twirled on her heels and floated from the room humming a happy tune beneath her breath. No jealous words from Theodora were going to get her down. It was one thing when it was Achilleas looked at her with that now unfortunately familiar uncomfortable fear, it rubbed her the wrong way for him not to worship at her feet because of one stupid incident, but Theodora held no sway over Dafni’s moods. There were few who did really, she knew she was better than them, thus their ignorant words were like water droplets rolling off her skin.
As she flounced from the room she looked back just once to blatantly check out her cousin's fiancé before smirking meanly and disappearing around the corner. It was almost a perfect exit… almost. But you see, she turned the wrong way and would have to walk much farther to reach her rooms for the much deserved bath she looked forward to commanding her servants to ready. It would have the most luxurious of oils and soaps and perhaps even a glass of wine.
Realizing her daydreams had led her in the wrong direction she turned and walked back the way she came, passing back across the opening into the sitting room where Theodora and Achilleas still resided with a stiff back, raised chin, and speedy steps. Her posture confident, portraying the manufactured idea that she absolutely meant to do that. Her posture was a nasty little liar - but it mattered little; she was out of sight, though probably not out of mind, seconds later.
‘There is nothing wrong with me, Theodora. Did you ever think maybe I am just scared of snakes, or maybe you’re just angry that ‘I’ got to touch your fiancé before you did. If he even ever wants to touch you, I wouldn't.’
For a moment, Theodora was flabbergasted at both her cousin’s behavior and her response, blinking a few times in surprise. It didn’t take her long to recover, though; however kind and composed she tried to be, she was still a Leventi, and no Leventi was without fire. “A fear of snakes does not typically lead to a noble lady using that as an excuse to behave like a dirty old lecher,” she bit back in response. “Perhaps you ought to be shown the same courtesy as those men.”
By now, she was nearly physically restraining herself from the sound slap she wanted to place across Dafni’s cheeks; truly, it was more fear of Fotios than her pathetic younger cousin that kept her from doing so. She did not even bother deigning to reply to her next statement—she had known the touch of Achilleas, but that was hardly any of Dafni’s business. Plus, what a weak addition to an argument.
‘I am in riding clothes, disheveled and dirty, and I still outshine you.’
Ha. Yes, of course she did. Gods, did delusion run on this side of the family? Theodora was said to be blessed by Aphrodite herself, and Dafni was well… Dafni. She was pretty, yes, but was there truly a comparison to be made?
“Yes, dear cousin of mine, you certainly outshine me. I assume, of course, that you’re referring to your smell, which I caught before I even entered the hall.” Before she could say anything further, Dafni was trouncing herself out of the foyer with some false sense of victory, deliberately glancing back to where Achilleas had rejoined them. Theodora bristled, but didn’t say anything further, watching her leave with a clenched jaw.
“She’s such a little bitch,” she fumed to her fiancé, forgetting to rebuild her own composure before his return. “I can’t wait until my uncle marries her off to some backwoods farmer, and I never have to see hide nor hair of her again.” Theo rolled her eyes as she added, “I can’t imagine anyone better would take her now.”
As if summoned back by the vitriol dripping from her lips, Dafni was once more in the room, stalking off in the other direction of the one she had initially taken. “Did you just lose your way in your own house, you twit?” Theodora called after her. Even if Dafni was trying to pretend that she hadn’t done so, Theo wasn’t about to let it go unremarked. “Your room’s down the hall on the left!”
Once her cousin was out of sight, she rolled her eyes and turned back to Achilleas with a forced smile. “Never a dull moment around here,” she muttered. “Be thankful you didn’t grow up in a household of all women.”
Forcing some of the annoyance from her tone, Theodora sighed and took her fiance’s arm before looking up at him. “Now. You said you had something you wanted to talk about, didn’t you?”
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‘There is nothing wrong with me, Theodora. Did you ever think maybe I am just scared of snakes, or maybe you’re just angry that ‘I’ got to touch your fiancé before you did. If he even ever wants to touch you, I wouldn't.’
For a moment, Theodora was flabbergasted at both her cousin’s behavior and her response, blinking a few times in surprise. It didn’t take her long to recover, though; however kind and composed she tried to be, she was still a Leventi, and no Leventi was without fire. “A fear of snakes does not typically lead to a noble lady using that as an excuse to behave like a dirty old lecher,” she bit back in response. “Perhaps you ought to be shown the same courtesy as those men.”
By now, she was nearly physically restraining herself from the sound slap she wanted to place across Dafni’s cheeks; truly, it was more fear of Fotios than her pathetic younger cousin that kept her from doing so. She did not even bother deigning to reply to her next statement—she had known the touch of Achilleas, but that was hardly any of Dafni’s business. Plus, what a weak addition to an argument.
‘I am in riding clothes, disheveled and dirty, and I still outshine you.’
Ha. Yes, of course she did. Gods, did delusion run on this side of the family? Theodora was said to be blessed by Aphrodite herself, and Dafni was well… Dafni. She was pretty, yes, but was there truly a comparison to be made?
“Yes, dear cousin of mine, you certainly outshine me. I assume, of course, that you’re referring to your smell, which I caught before I even entered the hall.” Before she could say anything further, Dafni was trouncing herself out of the foyer with some false sense of victory, deliberately glancing back to where Achilleas had rejoined them. Theodora bristled, but didn’t say anything further, watching her leave with a clenched jaw.
“She’s such a little bitch,” she fumed to her fiancé, forgetting to rebuild her own composure before his return. “I can’t wait until my uncle marries her off to some backwoods farmer, and I never have to see hide nor hair of her again.” Theo rolled her eyes as she added, “I can’t imagine anyone better would take her now.”
As if summoned back by the vitriol dripping from her lips, Dafni was once more in the room, stalking off in the other direction of the one she had initially taken. “Did you just lose your way in your own house, you twit?” Theodora called after her. Even if Dafni was trying to pretend that she hadn’t done so, Theo wasn’t about to let it go unremarked. “Your room’s down the hall on the left!”
Once her cousin was out of sight, she rolled her eyes and turned back to Achilleas with a forced smile. “Never a dull moment around here,” she muttered. “Be thankful you didn’t grow up in a household of all women.”
Forcing some of the annoyance from her tone, Theodora sighed and took her fiance’s arm before looking up at him. “Now. You said you had something you wanted to talk about, didn’t you?”
‘There is nothing wrong with me, Theodora. Did you ever think maybe I am just scared of snakes, or maybe you’re just angry that ‘I’ got to touch your fiancé before you did. If he even ever wants to touch you, I wouldn't.’
For a moment, Theodora was flabbergasted at both her cousin’s behavior and her response, blinking a few times in surprise. It didn’t take her long to recover, though; however kind and composed she tried to be, she was still a Leventi, and no Leventi was without fire. “A fear of snakes does not typically lead to a noble lady using that as an excuse to behave like a dirty old lecher,” she bit back in response. “Perhaps you ought to be shown the same courtesy as those men.”
By now, she was nearly physically restraining herself from the sound slap she wanted to place across Dafni’s cheeks; truly, it was more fear of Fotios than her pathetic younger cousin that kept her from doing so. She did not even bother deigning to reply to her next statement—she had known the touch of Achilleas, but that was hardly any of Dafni’s business. Plus, what a weak addition to an argument.
‘I am in riding clothes, disheveled and dirty, and I still outshine you.’
Ha. Yes, of course she did. Gods, did delusion run on this side of the family? Theodora was said to be blessed by Aphrodite herself, and Dafni was well… Dafni. She was pretty, yes, but was there truly a comparison to be made?
“Yes, dear cousin of mine, you certainly outshine me. I assume, of course, that you’re referring to your smell, which I caught before I even entered the hall.” Before she could say anything further, Dafni was trouncing herself out of the foyer with some false sense of victory, deliberately glancing back to where Achilleas had rejoined them. Theodora bristled, but didn’t say anything further, watching her leave with a clenched jaw.
“She’s such a little bitch,” she fumed to her fiancé, forgetting to rebuild her own composure before his return. “I can’t wait until my uncle marries her off to some backwoods farmer, and I never have to see hide nor hair of her again.” Theo rolled her eyes as she added, “I can’t imagine anyone better would take her now.”
As if summoned back by the vitriol dripping from her lips, Dafni was once more in the room, stalking off in the other direction of the one she had initially taken. “Did you just lose your way in your own house, you twit?” Theodora called after her. Even if Dafni was trying to pretend that she hadn’t done so, Theo wasn’t about to let it go unremarked. “Your room’s down the hall on the left!”
Once her cousin was out of sight, she rolled her eyes and turned back to Achilleas with a forced smile. “Never a dull moment around here,” she muttered. “Be thankful you didn’t grow up in a household of all women.”
Forcing some of the annoyance from her tone, Theodora sighed and took her fiance’s arm before looking up at him. “Now. You said you had something you wanted to talk about, didn’t you?”
It would have been a lie to say that Achilleas didn’t dawdle by the front door in the hope that the faint squabbling he could hear from inside would have abated by the time he got in again. There was almost a sense of envy as he watched the grass snake slither away.
Lady Dafni was a law unto herself it would seem, and he was quite honestly flabbergasted by the young woman’s behaviour. It was...flattering of a sort, but then he didn’t think Theodora was at all too amused and he knew better than to fall on the wrong side of his fiancee. Returning just in time to witness the younger Leventi’s exit, he pressed his lips together at the very obvious appraisal she sent his way, very deliberately averting his gaze.
‘She’s such a little bitch. I can’t wait until my uncle marries her off to some backwoods farmer, and I never have to see hide nor hair of her again.I can’t imagine anyone better would take her now.’
Making a vague soothing noise, Achilleas deliberated patting Theodora on the shoulder but stopped himself, and it was then that the subject of his betrothed’s ire came swanning back past them. Not familiar enough with the layout of the property to understand, the prince raised his eyebrows at Theo’s calling after the girl but wisely decided to hold his tongue. He was very distracted, examining a landscape on the canvas when Theodora turned back to him with a bright and yet somehow brittle smile.
“ Your cousin is..quite something” he hedged, turning from the painting back to face his fiancee. He didn’t know what else was an appropriate or polite response in such circumstances, even though he tended to agree that he should be thankful not to have been faced with the entire Leventi horde his entire life.
As Theodora slipped her arm through his and prompted him for the purpose for his visit Achilleas was reminded why he had been dreading it so. All of his carefully prepared words had quite deserted him in all that snake nonsense, and it took him a moment to refocus.
“Aah. Yes. That.”
The lord hesitated a moment before he gestured towards one of the klines across the room. “Shall we sit?” He was stalling a little as he straightened his thoughts again and when he sat -rather stiffly and formal even for him - Achilleas’ tongue darted out to moistened suddenly dry lips.
“ So, I needed to make you aware of a situation.” he began, deciding right there and then that Nikos of Condos deserved a thrashing for the very fact he had to have this conversation. “It’s nothing, really, only if you were to hear of it from someone else then...I didn’t want you to hear it from anyone else.”
He wouldn’t put it past Condos to spread rumours even if his poorly chosen prank had fallen flat and Achilleas did not want to think what would happen if such news reached his father’s ears so close to the wedding. He had been instructed to keep his reputation blemish-free, after all.
“Somebody paid a child to turn up at the archontiko a few days ago claiming to be mine” he blurted because really there was no delicate way to say such a thing.
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It would have been a lie to say that Achilleas didn’t dawdle by the front door in the hope that the faint squabbling he could hear from inside would have abated by the time he got in again. There was almost a sense of envy as he watched the grass snake slither away.
Lady Dafni was a law unto herself it would seem, and he was quite honestly flabbergasted by the young woman’s behaviour. It was...flattering of a sort, but then he didn’t think Theodora was at all too amused and he knew better than to fall on the wrong side of his fiancee. Returning just in time to witness the younger Leventi’s exit, he pressed his lips together at the very obvious appraisal she sent his way, very deliberately averting his gaze.
‘She’s such a little bitch. I can’t wait until my uncle marries her off to some backwoods farmer, and I never have to see hide nor hair of her again.I can’t imagine anyone better would take her now.’
Making a vague soothing noise, Achilleas deliberated patting Theodora on the shoulder but stopped himself, and it was then that the subject of his betrothed’s ire came swanning back past them. Not familiar enough with the layout of the property to understand, the prince raised his eyebrows at Theo’s calling after the girl but wisely decided to hold his tongue. He was very distracted, examining a landscape on the canvas when Theodora turned back to him with a bright and yet somehow brittle smile.
“ Your cousin is..quite something” he hedged, turning from the painting back to face his fiancee. He didn’t know what else was an appropriate or polite response in such circumstances, even though he tended to agree that he should be thankful not to have been faced with the entire Leventi horde his entire life.
As Theodora slipped her arm through his and prompted him for the purpose for his visit Achilleas was reminded why he had been dreading it so. All of his carefully prepared words had quite deserted him in all that snake nonsense, and it took him a moment to refocus.
“Aah. Yes. That.”
The lord hesitated a moment before he gestured towards one of the klines across the room. “Shall we sit?” He was stalling a little as he straightened his thoughts again and when he sat -rather stiffly and formal even for him - Achilleas’ tongue darted out to moistened suddenly dry lips.
“ So, I needed to make you aware of a situation.” he began, deciding right there and then that Nikos of Condos deserved a thrashing for the very fact he had to have this conversation. “It’s nothing, really, only if you were to hear of it from someone else then...I didn’t want you to hear it from anyone else.”
He wouldn’t put it past Condos to spread rumours even if his poorly chosen prank had fallen flat and Achilleas did not want to think what would happen if such news reached his father’s ears so close to the wedding. He had been instructed to keep his reputation blemish-free, after all.
“Somebody paid a child to turn up at the archontiko a few days ago claiming to be mine” he blurted because really there was no delicate way to say such a thing.
It would have been a lie to say that Achilleas didn’t dawdle by the front door in the hope that the faint squabbling he could hear from inside would have abated by the time he got in again. There was almost a sense of envy as he watched the grass snake slither away.
Lady Dafni was a law unto herself it would seem, and he was quite honestly flabbergasted by the young woman’s behaviour. It was...flattering of a sort, but then he didn’t think Theodora was at all too amused and he knew better than to fall on the wrong side of his fiancee. Returning just in time to witness the younger Leventi’s exit, he pressed his lips together at the very obvious appraisal she sent his way, very deliberately averting his gaze.
‘She’s such a little bitch. I can’t wait until my uncle marries her off to some backwoods farmer, and I never have to see hide nor hair of her again.I can’t imagine anyone better would take her now.’
Making a vague soothing noise, Achilleas deliberated patting Theodora on the shoulder but stopped himself, and it was then that the subject of his betrothed’s ire came swanning back past them. Not familiar enough with the layout of the property to understand, the prince raised his eyebrows at Theo’s calling after the girl but wisely decided to hold his tongue. He was very distracted, examining a landscape on the canvas when Theodora turned back to him with a bright and yet somehow brittle smile.
“ Your cousin is..quite something” he hedged, turning from the painting back to face his fiancee. He didn’t know what else was an appropriate or polite response in such circumstances, even though he tended to agree that he should be thankful not to have been faced with the entire Leventi horde his entire life.
As Theodora slipped her arm through his and prompted him for the purpose for his visit Achilleas was reminded why he had been dreading it so. All of his carefully prepared words had quite deserted him in all that snake nonsense, and it took him a moment to refocus.
“Aah. Yes. That.”
The lord hesitated a moment before he gestured towards one of the klines across the room. “Shall we sit?” He was stalling a little as he straightened his thoughts again and when he sat -rather stiffly and formal even for him - Achilleas’ tongue darted out to moistened suddenly dry lips.
“ So, I needed to make you aware of a situation.” he began, deciding right there and then that Nikos of Condos deserved a thrashing for the very fact he had to have this conversation. “It’s nothing, really, only if you were to hear of it from someone else then...I didn’t want you to hear it from anyone else.”
He wouldn’t put it past Condos to spread rumours even if his poorly chosen prank had fallen flat and Achilleas did not want to think what would happen if such news reached his father’s ears so close to the wedding. He had been instructed to keep his reputation blemish-free, after all.
“Somebody paid a child to turn up at the archontiko a few days ago claiming to be mine” he blurted because really there was no delicate way to say such a thing.
