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Fotios watched as the different members of the different families of power entered the main hall. Initially there was a quiet hush over the guests. A mixture of personal horror or satisfaction regarding the mass execution that the new King had administered in his first moments of reign, and the respectful hush of a gathering of nobles appearing before their new monarch for the first time.
As others filed into the room, the noise rose steadily as people spoke or gossiped or were brave enough to break the silence within their little clusters. Fotios watched as his wife flitted from one group to the next looking utterly effortless as the eyes and voices or the room trailed her and her rumours. He then turned his gaze on the other members of the Leventi family, watching to ensure that they checked themselves and behaved appropriated.
The Lady Selene stood with her newly crowned sister, as was appropriate. Theodora and Imma left the room which was frustrating but also the lesser of two evils. Fotios had noticed Emilios leave the room earlier so he knew the plans for the elder of the Leventi's and Imma was a liability as he noted the way the corners of her mouth were down-turned and her eyes bright. She had clearly not enjoyed the coronation and could not be counted on to show joy at the celebrations afterwards. Her being absent was, indeed, a better turn of events.
His own daughters stood in a group to one side doing little to engage the men of their generation and frustrating Fotios in their level of social ineptitude. Could they not at least learn a little from their mother?
As the first half hour of the celebrations continued and the Queen, King and Prince of the realm finally joined the rest of their peerage, Fotios remained where he was, leaning against one of the marble pillars that lined each side of the room, remaining mostly in shadow and keeping out of everyone's way. He did not partake in gossip, nor in the social engagements of the room, but he was pleased to note that the men of several of the nearby groups would glance his way on occasion, as if to check his presence or reactions to things.
He might not be the social queen that his wife was, but Fotios still held a certain sway and power that he liked - the kind he could implement from the shadows instead of by prostrating himself before the noble lineages of Taengea.
As soon as the newly crowned King Stephanos and his uncle were present, the nobles were able to step forward and speak with the monarch. This was - after all - the point of said assemblies. An informal way for the upper circles of society to speak with the King and Queen directly.
They asked questions - some of which Stephanos answered himself, some of which Irakles stepped in to answer for him. The discussions continued, mostly too low for anyone on the other side of the room to hear.
That is, until one man - a noble from a side branch of the Condos House spoke up in a voice that carried. Half the room feel quiet at his words and Fotios glanced around to spy the speaker.
"What about the rest of them?" Had been the passionate cry of the man, not waiting his turn to speak in low tones to the King, but instead drawing the attention of first half and then all of the room with his insistence at being answered before those that stood in wait within the King's immediate proximity.
"There's a whole settlement out there beyond the walls of the city that you've done nothing about!" The man argued vehemently, to the point where Fotios "wondered" if the man possibly lost family during the Creed attack. Perhaps a first-born son, for example...? "You're happy to kill those you already held confined - the ones that were no threat - but what about the monsters still invading our villages? What is the new King going to do about that?"
Fotios made a face that clearly offered the opinion of "fair point", his head tilting for a moment and his lower lip protruding a little in consideration of the man's words. He turned to Stephanos and Irakles with an interested eye, curious as to their reactions to the heckle within their court...
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Fotios watched as the different members of the different families of power entered the main hall. Initially there was a quiet hush over the guests. A mixture of personal horror or satisfaction regarding the mass execution that the new King had administered in his first moments of reign, and the respectful hush of a gathering of nobles appearing before their new monarch for the first time.
As others filed into the room, the noise rose steadily as people spoke or gossiped or were brave enough to break the silence within their little clusters. Fotios watched as his wife flitted from one group to the next looking utterly effortless as the eyes and voices or the room trailed her and her rumours. He then turned his gaze on the other members of the Leventi family, watching to ensure that they checked themselves and behaved appropriated.
The Lady Selene stood with her newly crowned sister, as was appropriate. Theodora and Imma left the room which was frustrating but also the lesser of two evils. Fotios had noticed Emilios leave the room earlier so he knew the plans for the elder of the Leventi's and Imma was a liability as he noted the way the corners of her mouth were down-turned and her eyes bright. She had clearly not enjoyed the coronation and could not be counted on to show joy at the celebrations afterwards. Her being absent was, indeed, a better turn of events.
His own daughters stood in a group to one side doing little to engage the men of their generation and frustrating Fotios in their level of social ineptitude. Could they not at least learn a little from their mother?
As the first half hour of the celebrations continued and the Queen, King and Prince of the realm finally joined the rest of their peerage, Fotios remained where he was, leaning against one of the marble pillars that lined each side of the room, remaining mostly in shadow and keeping out of everyone's way. He did not partake in gossip, nor in the social engagements of the room, but he was pleased to note that the men of several of the nearby groups would glance his way on occasion, as if to check his presence or reactions to things.
He might not be the social queen that his wife was, but Fotios still held a certain sway and power that he liked - the kind he could implement from the shadows instead of by prostrating himself before the noble lineages of Taengea.
As soon as the newly crowned King Stephanos and his uncle were present, the nobles were able to step forward and speak with the monarch. This was - after all - the point of said assemblies. An informal way for the upper circles of society to speak with the King and Queen directly.
They asked questions - some of which Stephanos answered himself, some of which Irakles stepped in to answer for him. The discussions continued, mostly too low for anyone on the other side of the room to hear.
That is, until one man - a noble from a side branch of the Condos House spoke up in a voice that carried. Half the room feel quiet at his words and Fotios glanced around to spy the speaker.
"What about the rest of them?" Had been the passionate cry of the man, not waiting his turn to speak in low tones to the King, but instead drawing the attention of first half and then all of the room with his insistence at being answered before those that stood in wait within the King's immediate proximity.
"There's a whole settlement out there beyond the walls of the city that you've done nothing about!" The man argued vehemently, to the point where Fotios "wondered" if the man possibly lost family during the Creed attack. Perhaps a first-born son, for example...? "You're happy to kill those you already held confined - the ones that were no threat - but what about the monsters still invading our villages? What is the new King going to do about that?"
Fotios made a face that clearly offered the opinion of "fair point", his head tilting for a moment and his lower lip protruding a little in consideration of the man's words. He turned to Stephanos and Irakles with an interested eye, curious as to their reactions to the heckle within their court...
Fotios watched as the different members of the different families of power entered the main hall. Initially there was a quiet hush over the guests. A mixture of personal horror or satisfaction regarding the mass execution that the new King had administered in his first moments of reign, and the respectful hush of a gathering of nobles appearing before their new monarch for the first time.
As others filed into the room, the noise rose steadily as people spoke or gossiped or were brave enough to break the silence within their little clusters. Fotios watched as his wife flitted from one group to the next looking utterly effortless as the eyes and voices or the room trailed her and her rumours. He then turned his gaze on the other members of the Leventi family, watching to ensure that they checked themselves and behaved appropriated.
The Lady Selene stood with her newly crowned sister, as was appropriate. Theodora and Imma left the room which was frustrating but also the lesser of two evils. Fotios had noticed Emilios leave the room earlier so he knew the plans for the elder of the Leventi's and Imma was a liability as he noted the way the corners of her mouth were down-turned and her eyes bright. She had clearly not enjoyed the coronation and could not be counted on to show joy at the celebrations afterwards. Her being absent was, indeed, a better turn of events.
His own daughters stood in a group to one side doing little to engage the men of their generation and frustrating Fotios in their level of social ineptitude. Could they not at least learn a little from their mother?
As the first half hour of the celebrations continued and the Queen, King and Prince of the realm finally joined the rest of their peerage, Fotios remained where he was, leaning against one of the marble pillars that lined each side of the room, remaining mostly in shadow and keeping out of everyone's way. He did not partake in gossip, nor in the social engagements of the room, but he was pleased to note that the men of several of the nearby groups would glance his way on occasion, as if to check his presence or reactions to things.
He might not be the social queen that his wife was, but Fotios still held a certain sway and power that he liked - the kind he could implement from the shadows instead of by prostrating himself before the noble lineages of Taengea.
As soon as the newly crowned King Stephanos and his uncle were present, the nobles were able to step forward and speak with the monarch. This was - after all - the point of said assemblies. An informal way for the upper circles of society to speak with the King and Queen directly.
They asked questions - some of which Stephanos answered himself, some of which Irakles stepped in to answer for him. The discussions continued, mostly too low for anyone on the other side of the room to hear.
That is, until one man - a noble from a side branch of the Condos House spoke up in a voice that carried. Half the room feel quiet at his words and Fotios glanced around to spy the speaker.
"What about the rest of them?" Had been the passionate cry of the man, not waiting his turn to speak in low tones to the King, but instead drawing the attention of first half and then all of the room with his insistence at being answered before those that stood in wait within the King's immediate proximity.
"There's a whole settlement out there beyond the walls of the city that you've done nothing about!" The man argued vehemently, to the point where Fotios "wondered" if the man possibly lost family during the Creed attack. Perhaps a first-born son, for example...? "You're happy to kill those you already held confined - the ones that were no threat - but what about the monsters still invading our villages? What is the new King going to do about that?"
Fotios made a face that clearly offered the opinion of "fair point", his head tilting for a moment and his lower lip protruding a little in consideration of the man's words. He turned to Stephanos and Irakles with an interested eye, curious as to their reactions to the heckle within their court...
Unlike the noble and royals who had streamed out upon the conclusion of the coronation, Irakles had not been so fortunate. He had to remain back at the Arcus - despite in an area that was not for public viewing - to ensure the carcasses of the dead bodies were properly disposed of. To be burned, and then their bones tossed in the Aegean sea. He wanted none of the fear they had caused to further disseminate throughout Vasiliadon. They had achieved what they sought to achieve - for now, what he and Fotios had set them to do, and for that Irakles was satisfied. He wanted nothing else that would mar the image of the capital city that he had always been proud of, the very city he had grown up in, and the clearing of any Creed they had caught was first on the list. The encampment on the edges of the city would be dealt with soon - if Stephanos would get his head out of his arse and get to it.
It wasn't up till every last thing had been cleared, and only then did the old prince allow Ujarak to summon his carriage for his return to the palace in order to attend the court session that had been arranged to begin immediately after the coronation, as was the tradition. While it would usually be easy to arrange for both to happen back to back, as the coronation was traditionally held in the throne room with the ballroom a mere few minutes walk away, the location today made it a tad harder. Royals and nobles alike would have to travel back and forth, and he knew for a fact that some had wondered why the coronation had to be held in such a public place.
But it wasn't anything Irakles couldn't handle.
Having tasked Meena to ensuring the ballroom was decked in its regular splendour, Irakles did not worry that his mistress would do him proud. He would definitely be late to the event, but it was an expected thing. Striding in his sure steps towards the arriving closed curtained carriage, the general had stopped when the lords Nikolias and Konstanos waved him over to where they appeared to be waiting for him in front of their respective carriages, the shields of their families emblazoned over it. It was quite a contrast to his own closed carriage, one Irakles had chosen so he could return to the Mikaelidas royal palati with much haste, knowing that he would still have to get ready and change out of his morning garb within his private chambers in the palace, before he could join the populace in the ballroom.
Heading to the two lords, the general had greeted them with a smile, a small dip of his head in an equal sign of respect they had given him. "Anything I could help you with, Lord Nikolias, Lord Konstanos? Otherwise, I must hurry to the palati. Would you be attending as well?" the prince asked in his genial, if a tad hurried tone, having jogged the last few feet to the two lords. He drew to a stop directly in front of them, a respectable distance away, and meeting the sharp and heavy gaze of the two royal lords.
They, in turn, exchanged looks, before Konstanos spoke in a sceptical tone, eyes clearly showing he had done a great deal of thinking upon the witnessing of the extravagance of the coronation. "Was there a need for the pomp of the ceremony, Prince Irakles?" It was obvious from the tone of the royal lord, that he did not find the whole ceremony tasteful at all. The face of Lord Konstanos was twisted in a look that was entirely displeased. Obviously, the lord thought he could've handled the situation with a lot more finesse in light of the recent tragedy the kingdom had had to face, not the display of exaggerated wealth that had been done. It was exactly the sort of reaction Irakles had sought for when he intentionally arranged for the greatest and most disgusting displays of wealth for the coronation ceremony. Besides, it wasn't as if Stephanos's reputation helped him any, Irakles merely... made use of what he already had at his disposal.
As if he had practised it one too many times, Irakles immediately gave a rueful smile, heaving a convincing sigh as the man shrugged his shoulders. The prince rubbed the back of his neck as if the matter was something which had plagued him and disturbed his sleep, speaking in a weary tone , a feeling that he made sure was reflected in his eyes and showing up in the lines on his face as the words spilled from his parted lips. "As I've mentioned earlier - the prince refuses to accept my help, Lord Konstanos. I have advised against such a ceremony and pomp, but my nephew insisted upon it. The coffers... well, I shall see to it. Fret not my lords."
Surprise was obvious in the two royal lord's eyes, at Irakles's revelation that it was Stephanos insisting on the expensive way in which his coronation had been celebrated. Inwardly, Irakles smirked to himself, but outwardly he simply shook his head ruefully, giving the impression that he was trying his best with his nephew. Leaving them to draw their own conclusions, the prince clasped them both on their shoulders as a sign of thanks, before quickly jogging to where Ujarak waited with an opened carriage door, allowing the prince to quickly make his way to the royal palati for the court session.
Having instructed his servants to bring his change of chiton's to his rooms in the royal palace, the prince was whisked to the upper private sanctums of the royal family to his old room, where he changed out to his white chiton trimmed with gold, a long one which ended at his ankles. His manservant combed through his hair as his slippers were presented for his feet to be slipped in. The final touch was given in the form of a woven gold belt along with his usual crown on his head before Irakles finally made his way down towards the ballroom.
Sure enough, as he arrived, the sounds of chatter and discussions were obvious as he slipped in. A held up hand prevented his arrival from being announced - Irakles wanted no attention drawn away from discussions. A sweep of his eye noted his mistress along with Tasia in the ballroom chatting to some noble ladies, to which the man smiled as he picked up a chalice of wine the servants were holding out to the attendance in the room. Making a note to seek out Meena later (it had been a while since he had time to seek her warmth), his dark eyes swept the ballroom again, and then a small frown settled in his brows when he noted that while Emilios was in attendance, there was no sign of his eldest son - the very one he was intending to make crown prince, not that he seemed to want such a position.
Satisfied that at least Emilios was in attendance, his eyes slid away to observe the rest of the crowd again, murmuring greetings to any royals and nobles who addressed him. Like Konstanos and Nikolias, there were a few who wondered upon the need for such pomp and celebration, but at least in front of the royal family available, Irakles made a show of supporting the decisions he implied Stephanos had made in regards to the coronation choices, that it had been necessary to show a strong front to the Creed, and that they were not cowed by the showcase of massacre at the circus. As he mingled, his eyes briefly met Fotios's in the shadow. The only indication Irakles gave to his friend was a small smile, one that would be further explained upon their next meeting. The interaction was brief - the way Irakles kept all of his interactions with his friends unless further business had to be discussed.
As he made his way to where Stephanos stood, the sudden voice - a noble from the Condos house spoke up, Irakles's sharp eyes were quick to pinpoint on the speaker. The silence that fell over the room was quick, palpable as all attention zeroed in on the noble and what he had to say - something that obviously was lying heavily on the minds of the others. It was no lie after all, and his words held truth. The Creed was still a danger even if they now camped beyond the walls of Vasiliadon, and if Irakles had his way, something had to be done and soon. He would cull them all with his own battle-ax if he could.
But he was no longer general nor Master of War - he was a prince of the realm in the day and age, and someone who was supposed to appear as if he supported the King's decision. And he was no fool. Irakles was fully aware of his age. After all, there was a reason why he had retired from his duties as general and war strategist years ago, stepping up instead to be prince and advisor of a kingdom. He still had the brains, but Irakles was not stupid enough to jump right into the fray of a fight without proper back up and preparation, both of which he would not get since he did not need to ask to know that Stephanos would likely not back up any decision he wanted to be made, even if it was a sound one.
Besides, this was a question directed at the young King. As he stepped closer, the Queen Mother was quick to flit up to his side, gripping Irakles's arm tightly, almost squeezing his blood out of his fingers in her desperation for helping her son. He knew what Elise wanted - for Irakles to help her son and extricate him out of what was looking to be a sticky situation. It was obvious when the former general turned to look at his sister in law, he recognized the unspoken plead in the old Queen's eyes. Stephanos was her only son left, there was no way she would sit by and watch him get heckled by his own people.
"No, Elise." he murmured, a gentle tone belying his words. The man pried her fingers away and made a show of support by squeezing them tightly, his gaze supportive along with the slight pull on the edges of his lips in a soft smile. Holding her by her shoulders, he held her by his side and explained in a gentle tone so as not to make the woman shiver even more in her worry for her son. "The question was directed at him - for me to answer would make him seem incompetent. He... can handle this himself." Irakles explained, looking over Elise's shoulder to let his eyes meet Stephanos. Even as he held his mother close, he had plans for many other things in his head. Only when they met, did the spark of challenge appear in the old man's eyes, the slow smile a dare for his nephew.
Let's see how you deal with this, nephew.
For while Irakles had suggested before, naught had been done to the Creed settlement outside of the city, too caught up was he in learning the basic ropes in the first place he could not even deal with the finer details in the days following the attack. Technically if he wanted to, Irakles could grab Aeneus and his most loyal men, head down to the gorge and cull as much of the men as they can. Solo men had gone and never came back, but the prince of the realm had no doubts that an army would provide a different result, even if it was not that of victory. Any knowledge of culling the numbers would be a balm to the worry of the people.
But did Stephanos think of that? Irakles doubted that.
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Unlike the noble and royals who had streamed out upon the conclusion of the coronation, Irakles had not been so fortunate. He had to remain back at the Arcus - despite in an area that was not for public viewing - to ensure the carcasses of the dead bodies were properly disposed of. To be burned, and then their bones tossed in the Aegean sea. He wanted none of the fear they had caused to further disseminate throughout Vasiliadon. They had achieved what they sought to achieve - for now, what he and Fotios had set them to do, and for that Irakles was satisfied. He wanted nothing else that would mar the image of the capital city that he had always been proud of, the very city he had grown up in, and the clearing of any Creed they had caught was first on the list. The encampment on the edges of the city would be dealt with soon - if Stephanos would get his head out of his arse and get to it.
It wasn't up till every last thing had been cleared, and only then did the old prince allow Ujarak to summon his carriage for his return to the palace in order to attend the court session that had been arranged to begin immediately after the coronation, as was the tradition. While it would usually be easy to arrange for both to happen back to back, as the coronation was traditionally held in the throne room with the ballroom a mere few minutes walk away, the location today made it a tad harder. Royals and nobles alike would have to travel back and forth, and he knew for a fact that some had wondered why the coronation had to be held in such a public place.
But it wasn't anything Irakles couldn't handle.
Having tasked Meena to ensuring the ballroom was decked in its regular splendour, Irakles did not worry that his mistress would do him proud. He would definitely be late to the event, but it was an expected thing. Striding in his sure steps towards the arriving closed curtained carriage, the general had stopped when the lords Nikolias and Konstanos waved him over to where they appeared to be waiting for him in front of their respective carriages, the shields of their families emblazoned over it. It was quite a contrast to his own closed carriage, one Irakles had chosen so he could return to the Mikaelidas royal palati with much haste, knowing that he would still have to get ready and change out of his morning garb within his private chambers in the palace, before he could join the populace in the ballroom.
Heading to the two lords, the general had greeted them with a smile, a small dip of his head in an equal sign of respect they had given him. "Anything I could help you with, Lord Nikolias, Lord Konstanos? Otherwise, I must hurry to the palati. Would you be attending as well?" the prince asked in his genial, if a tad hurried tone, having jogged the last few feet to the two lords. He drew to a stop directly in front of them, a respectable distance away, and meeting the sharp and heavy gaze of the two royal lords.
They, in turn, exchanged looks, before Konstanos spoke in a sceptical tone, eyes clearly showing he had done a great deal of thinking upon the witnessing of the extravagance of the coronation. "Was there a need for the pomp of the ceremony, Prince Irakles?" It was obvious from the tone of the royal lord, that he did not find the whole ceremony tasteful at all. The face of Lord Konstanos was twisted in a look that was entirely displeased. Obviously, the lord thought he could've handled the situation with a lot more finesse in light of the recent tragedy the kingdom had had to face, not the display of exaggerated wealth that had been done. It was exactly the sort of reaction Irakles had sought for when he intentionally arranged for the greatest and most disgusting displays of wealth for the coronation ceremony. Besides, it wasn't as if Stephanos's reputation helped him any, Irakles merely... made use of what he already had at his disposal.
As if he had practised it one too many times, Irakles immediately gave a rueful smile, heaving a convincing sigh as the man shrugged his shoulders. The prince rubbed the back of his neck as if the matter was something which had plagued him and disturbed his sleep, speaking in a weary tone , a feeling that he made sure was reflected in his eyes and showing up in the lines on his face as the words spilled from his parted lips. "As I've mentioned earlier - the prince refuses to accept my help, Lord Konstanos. I have advised against such a ceremony and pomp, but my nephew insisted upon it. The coffers... well, I shall see to it. Fret not my lords."
Surprise was obvious in the two royal lord's eyes, at Irakles's revelation that it was Stephanos insisting on the expensive way in which his coronation had been celebrated. Inwardly, Irakles smirked to himself, but outwardly he simply shook his head ruefully, giving the impression that he was trying his best with his nephew. Leaving them to draw their own conclusions, the prince clasped them both on their shoulders as a sign of thanks, before quickly jogging to where Ujarak waited with an opened carriage door, allowing the prince to quickly make his way to the royal palati for the court session.
Having instructed his servants to bring his change of chiton's to his rooms in the royal palace, the prince was whisked to the upper private sanctums of the royal family to his old room, where he changed out to his white chiton trimmed with gold, a long one which ended at his ankles. His manservant combed through his hair as his slippers were presented for his feet to be slipped in. The final touch was given in the form of a woven gold belt along with his usual crown on his head before Irakles finally made his way down towards the ballroom.
Sure enough, as he arrived, the sounds of chatter and discussions were obvious as he slipped in. A held up hand prevented his arrival from being announced - Irakles wanted no attention drawn away from discussions. A sweep of his eye noted his mistress along with Tasia in the ballroom chatting to some noble ladies, to which the man smiled as he picked up a chalice of wine the servants were holding out to the attendance in the room. Making a note to seek out Meena later (it had been a while since he had time to seek her warmth), his dark eyes swept the ballroom again, and then a small frown settled in his brows when he noted that while Emilios was in attendance, there was no sign of his eldest son - the very one he was intending to make crown prince, not that he seemed to want such a position.
Satisfied that at least Emilios was in attendance, his eyes slid away to observe the rest of the crowd again, murmuring greetings to any royals and nobles who addressed him. Like Konstanos and Nikolias, there were a few who wondered upon the need for such pomp and celebration, but at least in front of the royal family available, Irakles made a show of supporting the decisions he implied Stephanos had made in regards to the coronation choices, that it had been necessary to show a strong front to the Creed, and that they were not cowed by the showcase of massacre at the circus. As he mingled, his eyes briefly met Fotios's in the shadow. The only indication Irakles gave to his friend was a small smile, one that would be further explained upon their next meeting. The interaction was brief - the way Irakles kept all of his interactions with his friends unless further business had to be discussed.
As he made his way to where Stephanos stood, the sudden voice - a noble from the Condos house spoke up, Irakles's sharp eyes were quick to pinpoint on the speaker. The silence that fell over the room was quick, palpable as all attention zeroed in on the noble and what he had to say - something that obviously was lying heavily on the minds of the others. It was no lie after all, and his words held truth. The Creed was still a danger even if they now camped beyond the walls of Vasiliadon, and if Irakles had his way, something had to be done and soon. He would cull them all with his own battle-ax if he could.
But he was no longer general nor Master of War - he was a prince of the realm in the day and age, and someone who was supposed to appear as if he supported the King's decision. And he was no fool. Irakles was fully aware of his age. After all, there was a reason why he had retired from his duties as general and war strategist years ago, stepping up instead to be prince and advisor of a kingdom. He still had the brains, but Irakles was not stupid enough to jump right into the fray of a fight without proper back up and preparation, both of which he would not get since he did not need to ask to know that Stephanos would likely not back up any decision he wanted to be made, even if it was a sound one.
Besides, this was a question directed at the young King. As he stepped closer, the Queen Mother was quick to flit up to his side, gripping Irakles's arm tightly, almost squeezing his blood out of his fingers in her desperation for helping her son. He knew what Elise wanted - for Irakles to help her son and extricate him out of what was looking to be a sticky situation. It was obvious when the former general turned to look at his sister in law, he recognized the unspoken plead in the old Queen's eyes. Stephanos was her only son left, there was no way she would sit by and watch him get heckled by his own people.
"No, Elise." he murmured, a gentle tone belying his words. The man pried her fingers away and made a show of support by squeezing them tightly, his gaze supportive along with the slight pull on the edges of his lips in a soft smile. Holding her by her shoulders, he held her by his side and explained in a gentle tone so as not to make the woman shiver even more in her worry for her son. "The question was directed at him - for me to answer would make him seem incompetent. He... can handle this himself." Irakles explained, looking over Elise's shoulder to let his eyes meet Stephanos. Even as he held his mother close, he had plans for many other things in his head. Only when they met, did the spark of challenge appear in the old man's eyes, the slow smile a dare for his nephew.
Let's see how you deal with this, nephew.
For while Irakles had suggested before, naught had been done to the Creed settlement outside of the city, too caught up was he in learning the basic ropes in the first place he could not even deal with the finer details in the days following the attack. Technically if he wanted to, Irakles could grab Aeneus and his most loyal men, head down to the gorge and cull as much of the men as they can. Solo men had gone and never came back, but the prince of the realm had no doubts that an army would provide a different result, even if it was not that of victory. Any knowledge of culling the numbers would be a balm to the worry of the people.
But did Stephanos think of that? Irakles doubted that.
Unlike the noble and royals who had streamed out upon the conclusion of the coronation, Irakles had not been so fortunate. He had to remain back at the Arcus - despite in an area that was not for public viewing - to ensure the carcasses of the dead bodies were properly disposed of. To be burned, and then their bones tossed in the Aegean sea. He wanted none of the fear they had caused to further disseminate throughout Vasiliadon. They had achieved what they sought to achieve - for now, what he and Fotios had set them to do, and for that Irakles was satisfied. He wanted nothing else that would mar the image of the capital city that he had always been proud of, the very city he had grown up in, and the clearing of any Creed they had caught was first on the list. The encampment on the edges of the city would be dealt with soon - if Stephanos would get his head out of his arse and get to it.
It wasn't up till every last thing had been cleared, and only then did the old prince allow Ujarak to summon his carriage for his return to the palace in order to attend the court session that had been arranged to begin immediately after the coronation, as was the tradition. While it would usually be easy to arrange for both to happen back to back, as the coronation was traditionally held in the throne room with the ballroom a mere few minutes walk away, the location today made it a tad harder. Royals and nobles alike would have to travel back and forth, and he knew for a fact that some had wondered why the coronation had to be held in such a public place.
But it wasn't anything Irakles couldn't handle.
Having tasked Meena to ensuring the ballroom was decked in its regular splendour, Irakles did not worry that his mistress would do him proud. He would definitely be late to the event, but it was an expected thing. Striding in his sure steps towards the arriving closed curtained carriage, the general had stopped when the lords Nikolias and Konstanos waved him over to where they appeared to be waiting for him in front of their respective carriages, the shields of their families emblazoned over it. It was quite a contrast to his own closed carriage, one Irakles had chosen so he could return to the Mikaelidas royal palati with much haste, knowing that he would still have to get ready and change out of his morning garb within his private chambers in the palace, before he could join the populace in the ballroom.
Heading to the two lords, the general had greeted them with a smile, a small dip of his head in an equal sign of respect they had given him. "Anything I could help you with, Lord Nikolias, Lord Konstanos? Otherwise, I must hurry to the palati. Would you be attending as well?" the prince asked in his genial, if a tad hurried tone, having jogged the last few feet to the two lords. He drew to a stop directly in front of them, a respectable distance away, and meeting the sharp and heavy gaze of the two royal lords.
They, in turn, exchanged looks, before Konstanos spoke in a sceptical tone, eyes clearly showing he had done a great deal of thinking upon the witnessing of the extravagance of the coronation. "Was there a need for the pomp of the ceremony, Prince Irakles?" It was obvious from the tone of the royal lord, that he did not find the whole ceremony tasteful at all. The face of Lord Konstanos was twisted in a look that was entirely displeased. Obviously, the lord thought he could've handled the situation with a lot more finesse in light of the recent tragedy the kingdom had had to face, not the display of exaggerated wealth that had been done. It was exactly the sort of reaction Irakles had sought for when he intentionally arranged for the greatest and most disgusting displays of wealth for the coronation ceremony. Besides, it wasn't as if Stephanos's reputation helped him any, Irakles merely... made use of what he already had at his disposal.
As if he had practised it one too many times, Irakles immediately gave a rueful smile, heaving a convincing sigh as the man shrugged his shoulders. The prince rubbed the back of his neck as if the matter was something which had plagued him and disturbed his sleep, speaking in a weary tone , a feeling that he made sure was reflected in his eyes and showing up in the lines on his face as the words spilled from his parted lips. "As I've mentioned earlier - the prince refuses to accept my help, Lord Konstanos. I have advised against such a ceremony and pomp, but my nephew insisted upon it. The coffers... well, I shall see to it. Fret not my lords."
Surprise was obvious in the two royal lord's eyes, at Irakles's revelation that it was Stephanos insisting on the expensive way in which his coronation had been celebrated. Inwardly, Irakles smirked to himself, but outwardly he simply shook his head ruefully, giving the impression that he was trying his best with his nephew. Leaving them to draw their own conclusions, the prince clasped them both on their shoulders as a sign of thanks, before quickly jogging to where Ujarak waited with an opened carriage door, allowing the prince to quickly make his way to the royal palati for the court session.
Having instructed his servants to bring his change of chiton's to his rooms in the royal palace, the prince was whisked to the upper private sanctums of the royal family to his old room, where he changed out to his white chiton trimmed with gold, a long one which ended at his ankles. His manservant combed through his hair as his slippers were presented for his feet to be slipped in. The final touch was given in the form of a woven gold belt along with his usual crown on his head before Irakles finally made his way down towards the ballroom.
Sure enough, as he arrived, the sounds of chatter and discussions were obvious as he slipped in. A held up hand prevented his arrival from being announced - Irakles wanted no attention drawn away from discussions. A sweep of his eye noted his mistress along with Tasia in the ballroom chatting to some noble ladies, to which the man smiled as he picked up a chalice of wine the servants were holding out to the attendance in the room. Making a note to seek out Meena later (it had been a while since he had time to seek her warmth), his dark eyes swept the ballroom again, and then a small frown settled in his brows when he noted that while Emilios was in attendance, there was no sign of his eldest son - the very one he was intending to make crown prince, not that he seemed to want such a position.
Satisfied that at least Emilios was in attendance, his eyes slid away to observe the rest of the crowd again, murmuring greetings to any royals and nobles who addressed him. Like Konstanos and Nikolias, there were a few who wondered upon the need for such pomp and celebration, but at least in front of the royal family available, Irakles made a show of supporting the decisions he implied Stephanos had made in regards to the coronation choices, that it had been necessary to show a strong front to the Creed, and that they were not cowed by the showcase of massacre at the circus. As he mingled, his eyes briefly met Fotios's in the shadow. The only indication Irakles gave to his friend was a small smile, one that would be further explained upon their next meeting. The interaction was brief - the way Irakles kept all of his interactions with his friends unless further business had to be discussed.
As he made his way to where Stephanos stood, the sudden voice - a noble from the Condos house spoke up, Irakles's sharp eyes were quick to pinpoint on the speaker. The silence that fell over the room was quick, palpable as all attention zeroed in on the noble and what he had to say - something that obviously was lying heavily on the minds of the others. It was no lie after all, and his words held truth. The Creed was still a danger even if they now camped beyond the walls of Vasiliadon, and if Irakles had his way, something had to be done and soon. He would cull them all with his own battle-ax if he could.
But he was no longer general nor Master of War - he was a prince of the realm in the day and age, and someone who was supposed to appear as if he supported the King's decision. And he was no fool. Irakles was fully aware of his age. After all, there was a reason why he had retired from his duties as general and war strategist years ago, stepping up instead to be prince and advisor of a kingdom. He still had the brains, but Irakles was not stupid enough to jump right into the fray of a fight without proper back up and preparation, both of which he would not get since he did not need to ask to know that Stephanos would likely not back up any decision he wanted to be made, even if it was a sound one.
Besides, this was a question directed at the young King. As he stepped closer, the Queen Mother was quick to flit up to his side, gripping Irakles's arm tightly, almost squeezing his blood out of his fingers in her desperation for helping her son. He knew what Elise wanted - for Irakles to help her son and extricate him out of what was looking to be a sticky situation. It was obvious when the former general turned to look at his sister in law, he recognized the unspoken plead in the old Queen's eyes. Stephanos was her only son left, there was no way she would sit by and watch him get heckled by his own people.
"No, Elise." he murmured, a gentle tone belying his words. The man pried her fingers away and made a show of support by squeezing them tightly, his gaze supportive along with the slight pull on the edges of his lips in a soft smile. Holding her by her shoulders, he held her by his side and explained in a gentle tone so as not to make the woman shiver even more in her worry for her son. "The question was directed at him - for me to answer would make him seem incompetent. He... can handle this himself." Irakles explained, looking over Elise's shoulder to let his eyes meet Stephanos. Even as he held his mother close, he had plans for many other things in his head. Only when they met, did the spark of challenge appear in the old man's eyes, the slow smile a dare for his nephew.
Let's see how you deal with this, nephew.
For while Irakles had suggested before, naught had been done to the Creed settlement outside of the city, too caught up was he in learning the basic ropes in the first place he could not even deal with the finer details in the days following the attack. Technically if he wanted to, Irakles could grab Aeneus and his most loyal men, head down to the gorge and cull as much of the men as they can. Solo men had gone and never came back, but the prince of the realm had no doubts that an army would provide a different result, even if it was not that of victory. Any knowledge of culling the numbers would be a balm to the worry of the people.
But did Stephanos think of that? Irakles doubted that.
Receiving the invitation to the Taengean coronation of their Prince Stepahnos, becoming King was opportune for the Thanasi House. Sadly, Nethis could not operate as quickly as she would have liked to get over to Taengea. Everything at home needed to be situated for Nethis to leave Colchis, she didn’t feel comfortable knowing that all her ends have yet to be tied while conducting business in another country. Business with House Leventi has been something Nethis has been waiting to get her hands on, because it is a powerful house – marriage between Thanasi and Leventi will be something that will quake the game every House play. Of course, the engagement of the Houses will be nothing more than gossip to the outside world, or a simple secret kept between two people. The world may never know what Nethis has in store for it because her true intentions are only known by her as she only trusts herself. Everyone is a pawn in her game, though there are certain pieces she is reluctant to lose under any circumstances. Players must respect Nethis’s skill and intelligence because she has shown her tenacity and ability to get what she wants when she wants it.
Nethis sat within her vessel dressed comfortably as she sailed away towards her destination. She is sure that a carriage will be waiting for her upon her arrival, sadly she was later than expected; although, Nethis is not worrying about missing anything since events like coronations will be filled with gossip and rumors. Nethis can only imagine what is happening in Mikaelidas, if anything she would love to marry the soon to be King, though she is a lot more strategic than that to hope for such an achievement. Nethis isn’t interested in her own marriage now as she is waiting for her own family members to be blessed by Hera, before she is willing to accept it herself. It is only easy for Nethis to work on her family before she settles down and has children of her own. The only problem that she foresees with getting married is the high possibility that she will lose the freedom and power that she has now. For her to marry, she needs to marry someone who she can control, and that power is truly her own. Nethis is not willing to sacrifice her own power for marriage, she is not willing to lose the land in her name to be given to her husband, she is also not willing to lose her influences and power. Much less is she willing to lose her name, Nethis of Thanasi.
After a long venture towards Taengea, the Lady of Thanasi had arrived, and the vessel was docked. Although, Lady Nethis was not leaving the ship until she was dressed and ready to leave. Nethis was already late for the Coronation, so she is sure to show up during the court sessional. All is well, an appearance is an appearance, though she is sure to turn heads as well as meet eyes with people she is in need to speak with. Nethis appears from outside of the vessel in her red chiton that dressed her body very nicely as it showed her curvaceous body that made the Lady of Thanasi House more alluring. Nethis gracefully sat in her awaited carriage that carried the woman all the way to the palace of Mikaelidas. Lady Nethis wasn’t even anxious, she more was expectant and eager than anything else as this is her realm of play… Nethis is at her best in these kinds of settings, because she can set the tone.
Nethis entered the Hall with a small smile as she met other Houses, though Nethis continued to past through people. Heads were turning, plastic smiles and whispers were made as they seen the Thanasi woman. Already she could hear whispers of the elder sister witch, the serpent, and all those names were never said directly towards Nethis. All Nethis could do was smile, what she really wanted to do was laugh, because they were doing nothing but making Nethis just that more relevant. The Lady grabbed a glass of wine, before speaking lightly to a nobleman, while also scanning the place for familiar faces.
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Receiving the invitation to the Taengean coronation of their Prince Stepahnos, becoming King was opportune for the Thanasi House. Sadly, Nethis could not operate as quickly as she would have liked to get over to Taengea. Everything at home needed to be situated for Nethis to leave Colchis, she didn’t feel comfortable knowing that all her ends have yet to be tied while conducting business in another country. Business with House Leventi has been something Nethis has been waiting to get her hands on, because it is a powerful house – marriage between Thanasi and Leventi will be something that will quake the game every House play. Of course, the engagement of the Houses will be nothing more than gossip to the outside world, or a simple secret kept between two people. The world may never know what Nethis has in store for it because her true intentions are only known by her as she only trusts herself. Everyone is a pawn in her game, though there are certain pieces she is reluctant to lose under any circumstances. Players must respect Nethis’s skill and intelligence because she has shown her tenacity and ability to get what she wants when she wants it.
Nethis sat within her vessel dressed comfortably as she sailed away towards her destination. She is sure that a carriage will be waiting for her upon her arrival, sadly she was later than expected; although, Nethis is not worrying about missing anything since events like coronations will be filled with gossip and rumors. Nethis can only imagine what is happening in Mikaelidas, if anything she would love to marry the soon to be King, though she is a lot more strategic than that to hope for such an achievement. Nethis isn’t interested in her own marriage now as she is waiting for her own family members to be blessed by Hera, before she is willing to accept it herself. It is only easy for Nethis to work on her family before she settles down and has children of her own. The only problem that she foresees with getting married is the high possibility that she will lose the freedom and power that she has now. For her to marry, she needs to marry someone who she can control, and that power is truly her own. Nethis is not willing to sacrifice her own power for marriage, she is not willing to lose the land in her name to be given to her husband, she is also not willing to lose her influences and power. Much less is she willing to lose her name, Nethis of Thanasi.
After a long venture towards Taengea, the Lady of Thanasi had arrived, and the vessel was docked. Although, Lady Nethis was not leaving the ship until she was dressed and ready to leave. Nethis was already late for the Coronation, so she is sure to show up during the court sessional. All is well, an appearance is an appearance, though she is sure to turn heads as well as meet eyes with people she is in need to speak with. Nethis appears from outside of the vessel in her red chiton that dressed her body very nicely as it showed her curvaceous body that made the Lady of Thanasi House more alluring. Nethis gracefully sat in her awaited carriage that carried the woman all the way to the palace of Mikaelidas. Lady Nethis wasn’t even anxious, she more was expectant and eager than anything else as this is her realm of play… Nethis is at her best in these kinds of settings, because she can set the tone.
Nethis entered the Hall with a small smile as she met other Houses, though Nethis continued to past through people. Heads were turning, plastic smiles and whispers were made as they seen the Thanasi woman. Already she could hear whispers of the elder sister witch, the serpent, and all those names were never said directly towards Nethis. All Nethis could do was smile, what she really wanted to do was laugh, because they were doing nothing but making Nethis just that more relevant. The Lady grabbed a glass of wine, before speaking lightly to a nobleman, while also scanning the place for familiar faces.
Receiving the invitation to the Taengean coronation of their Prince Stepahnos, becoming King was opportune for the Thanasi House. Sadly, Nethis could not operate as quickly as she would have liked to get over to Taengea. Everything at home needed to be situated for Nethis to leave Colchis, she didn’t feel comfortable knowing that all her ends have yet to be tied while conducting business in another country. Business with House Leventi has been something Nethis has been waiting to get her hands on, because it is a powerful house – marriage between Thanasi and Leventi will be something that will quake the game every House play. Of course, the engagement of the Houses will be nothing more than gossip to the outside world, or a simple secret kept between two people. The world may never know what Nethis has in store for it because her true intentions are only known by her as she only trusts herself. Everyone is a pawn in her game, though there are certain pieces she is reluctant to lose under any circumstances. Players must respect Nethis’s skill and intelligence because she has shown her tenacity and ability to get what she wants when she wants it.
Nethis sat within her vessel dressed comfortably as she sailed away towards her destination. She is sure that a carriage will be waiting for her upon her arrival, sadly she was later than expected; although, Nethis is not worrying about missing anything since events like coronations will be filled with gossip and rumors. Nethis can only imagine what is happening in Mikaelidas, if anything she would love to marry the soon to be King, though she is a lot more strategic than that to hope for such an achievement. Nethis isn’t interested in her own marriage now as she is waiting for her own family members to be blessed by Hera, before she is willing to accept it herself. It is only easy for Nethis to work on her family before she settles down and has children of her own. The only problem that she foresees with getting married is the high possibility that she will lose the freedom and power that she has now. For her to marry, she needs to marry someone who she can control, and that power is truly her own. Nethis is not willing to sacrifice her own power for marriage, she is not willing to lose the land in her name to be given to her husband, she is also not willing to lose her influences and power. Much less is she willing to lose her name, Nethis of Thanasi.
After a long venture towards Taengea, the Lady of Thanasi had arrived, and the vessel was docked. Although, Lady Nethis was not leaving the ship until she was dressed and ready to leave. Nethis was already late for the Coronation, so she is sure to show up during the court sessional. All is well, an appearance is an appearance, though she is sure to turn heads as well as meet eyes with people she is in need to speak with. Nethis appears from outside of the vessel in her red chiton that dressed her body very nicely as it showed her curvaceous body that made the Lady of Thanasi House more alluring. Nethis gracefully sat in her awaited carriage that carried the woman all the way to the palace of Mikaelidas. Lady Nethis wasn’t even anxious, she more was expectant and eager than anything else as this is her realm of play… Nethis is at her best in these kinds of settings, because she can set the tone.
Nethis entered the Hall with a small smile as she met other Houses, though Nethis continued to past through people. Heads were turning, plastic smiles and whispers were made as they seen the Thanasi woman. Already she could hear whispers of the elder sister witch, the serpent, and all those names were never said directly towards Nethis. All Nethis could do was smile, what she really wanted to do was laugh, because they were doing nothing but making Nethis just that more relevant. The Lady grabbed a glass of wine, before speaking lightly to a nobleman, while also scanning the place for familiar faces.
Her chosen escape path had led her in a garden with pools. It wasn’t exactly where Evie had planned to end up but she was torn between returning to the party and continuing her search for somewhere more intimate to let herself decompress. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could continue smiling that polite, happy, butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth smile.
Plucking one of the summer’s last flowers from a bush, she pulled the petals off one by one delicately and absent-mindedly as she walked down the walkway of the garden. She wasn’t ready to go back and despite it, she’d really rather take her chances just disappearing. Continuing down the walkway, she made a right and dropped the now bare flower.
The sound of a horse caught her attention up head, catching up ahead, she bounced for a step on her tip toes trying to see if it was the stables up ahead.
With a sigh, she continued on until the stable was in view. Ignoring the looks from some of the stable grooms, she found herself walking to a small paddock and braced herself against the fence. One of the horses raised their head and watched her curiously. Offering her hand out, she clucked her tongue softly hoping to encourage a bit of movement from the horse to her.
When it was obvious she held neither food or anything else of interest the horse turned away drawing a sigh from Evie. Everybody wanted something it seemed.
Leaning her head on her arm, she simply watched the horses. She’d have lied if she hadn’t thought of 1,001 different ways to escape this party and at least 999 of them included borrowing a horse. Would she really get in much trouble?
Glancing down at the red chiton, she frowned. It had made her feel grown up this morning when she’d donned it but… she was tired of feeling like a grown up.
Hearing footsteps behind her she about half expected to see her father standing behind her. Prepared to persuade her to come and smile on his arm… it would have really been a ploy just to get her to return to the party but it would have worked. When her head turned around, she saw Theo and Imma… blinking she straightened.
“What’s wrong?” Her gaze glanced from Theo to Imma and paused on the youngest of Georgios. “Imma… Your face is going to freeze like that.” Evie teased softly. Shifting a look at Theo, she sighed, “I was only contemplating my escape plans, should I need them… Should I include the two of you in those plans?”
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Her chosen escape path had led her in a garden with pools. It wasn’t exactly where Evie had planned to end up but she was torn between returning to the party and continuing her search for somewhere more intimate to let herself decompress. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could continue smiling that polite, happy, butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth smile.
Plucking one of the summer’s last flowers from a bush, she pulled the petals off one by one delicately and absent-mindedly as she walked down the walkway of the garden. She wasn’t ready to go back and despite it, she’d really rather take her chances just disappearing. Continuing down the walkway, she made a right and dropped the now bare flower.
The sound of a horse caught her attention up head, catching up ahead, she bounced for a step on her tip toes trying to see if it was the stables up ahead.
With a sigh, she continued on until the stable was in view. Ignoring the looks from some of the stable grooms, she found herself walking to a small paddock and braced herself against the fence. One of the horses raised their head and watched her curiously. Offering her hand out, she clucked her tongue softly hoping to encourage a bit of movement from the horse to her.
When it was obvious she held neither food or anything else of interest the horse turned away drawing a sigh from Evie. Everybody wanted something it seemed.
Leaning her head on her arm, she simply watched the horses. She’d have lied if she hadn’t thought of 1,001 different ways to escape this party and at least 999 of them included borrowing a horse. Would she really get in much trouble?
Glancing down at the red chiton, she frowned. It had made her feel grown up this morning when she’d donned it but… she was tired of feeling like a grown up.
Hearing footsteps behind her she about half expected to see her father standing behind her. Prepared to persuade her to come and smile on his arm… it would have really been a ploy just to get her to return to the party but it would have worked. When her head turned around, she saw Theo and Imma… blinking she straightened.
“What’s wrong?” Her gaze glanced from Theo to Imma and paused on the youngest of Georgios. “Imma… Your face is going to freeze like that.” Evie teased softly. Shifting a look at Theo, she sighed, “I was only contemplating my escape plans, should I need them… Should I include the two of you in those plans?”
Her chosen escape path had led her in a garden with pools. It wasn’t exactly where Evie had planned to end up but she was torn between returning to the party and continuing her search for somewhere more intimate to let herself decompress. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could continue smiling that polite, happy, butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth smile.
Plucking one of the summer’s last flowers from a bush, she pulled the petals off one by one delicately and absent-mindedly as she walked down the walkway of the garden. She wasn’t ready to go back and despite it, she’d really rather take her chances just disappearing. Continuing down the walkway, she made a right and dropped the now bare flower.
The sound of a horse caught her attention up head, catching up ahead, she bounced for a step on her tip toes trying to see if it was the stables up ahead.
With a sigh, she continued on until the stable was in view. Ignoring the looks from some of the stable grooms, she found herself walking to a small paddock and braced herself against the fence. One of the horses raised their head and watched her curiously. Offering her hand out, she clucked her tongue softly hoping to encourage a bit of movement from the horse to her.
When it was obvious she held neither food or anything else of interest the horse turned away drawing a sigh from Evie. Everybody wanted something it seemed.
Leaning her head on her arm, she simply watched the horses. She’d have lied if she hadn’t thought of 1,001 different ways to escape this party and at least 999 of them included borrowing a horse. Would she really get in much trouble?
Glancing down at the red chiton, she frowned. It had made her feel grown up this morning when she’d donned it but… she was tired of feeling like a grown up.
Hearing footsteps behind her she about half expected to see her father standing behind her. Prepared to persuade her to come and smile on his arm… it would have really been a ploy just to get her to return to the party but it would have worked. When her head turned around, she saw Theo and Imma… blinking she straightened.
“What’s wrong?” Her gaze glanced from Theo to Imma and paused on the youngest of Georgios. “Imma… Your face is going to freeze like that.” Evie teased softly. Shifting a look at Theo, she sighed, “I was only contemplating my escape plans, should I need them… Should I include the two of you in those plans?”
When Theo led Imma into a side wing, Imma followed swallowing hard to keep from allowing tears to fall from her eyes. Although she was not the greatest actress in the world, she could usually at least appear like she was put together and keep herself from looking too much of a blubbering mess. Today, her mind was foggy, and she just wanted to go back to the manor and curl up with one of her sisters and go to bed and pretend nothing at all had happened. Her mind did not connect the dots to the late-night party she had attended with her sisters and her inability to function as she was expected to. She only knew that she didn’t want to be here anymore. She was worried she had lost a sister, and soon she had to worry about losing more.
She had expected that Theo would tell her they were going. She was smart and capable, Imma knew, so if anyone could find a way to be excused it would have been her. Her heart, however, sank when the words came out of her sisters mouth and her jaw tightened at those words. They were words that she had heard before, and she hated hearing them. She didn’t like being called weak, it hurt. When it was Theo that was saying the words, it hurt even more. Imma was unable to understand that it was meant to give her courage, and instead looked at them as though they were meant to shame her for her feelings. ‘Hide your weakness’ she was always told, and therefore she had little choice but to assume that she was weak and therefore should always be hidden. Maybe she should have just locked the doors to her room and hid away from the world. She was the weakness of her family, after all.
She was Leventi, she knew all to well. She was the weak Leventi. She was the ugly Leventi. She was the oddball. The strange one. The one that caused nothing but trouble. Couldn’t focus on anything that was expected of her. Imma nearly choked on the thoughts that were flowing in her head, and in fact she moved her head forward as though she might gag, but she had the graces not to. She also had the graces not to yell out and lash out at the sister that she loved so dearly. It would have caused a scene, and then she would really be called weak. Ridiculed by everyone, everywhere. Then they might be lucky if they could ship her off to a butcher in exchange for a thin slice of meat.
For the moment, Imma of Leventi, detested being Leventi. She wanted to scream that as well, but she didn’t. Instead she just lowered her eyes and gave a simple nod feeling the eyes of Theodora upon her. When her sister continued, Imma realized she didn’t care a fig if people thought the monarchy was weak. Why should they think so because of something that she did? It was unfair! Did a jeweler get thought of as a bad one because they have a sibling that cannot? No!
Fair or not, Imma had no choice but to endure. Endure Theo and her sounding like their mother. Endue this ‘celebration’. “I am…” Imma started to mumble but didn’t finish the word. She was foolhardy at times, but after everything that Theo just said she wasn’t about to say the last word of nothing. Or useless. She swallowed the word and then just nodded her head looking at her sister and managed not to scowl, which was progress from before.
“Mhmm” she managed to mutter in regard to going outside for fresh air and seeing Eva. Maybe Evangelina would be an actual breath of fresh air, though Imma doubted it bitterly. Taking a deep breath, she walked with Theo and managed something of a smile. It was lopsided and clearly forced, but she was trying as the two went outside. Imma looked away from the building and wondered if she kicked off her sandals and ran would Theo follow her? Would she run after her or just let her go? Would she run all the way home if Imma did, and then they could be normal. They could laugh and curl up together. Sing or share happy stories. Anything but be here.
She didn’t though, and before she knew it she was standing before Eva who commented on her face. “Who would notice the difference?” Imma asked her tone; in an effort not to sound sad, sounding bored. Nobody ever looked at Imma. Not that she wanted them too, perhaps her ugliness was a blessing from Artemis to keep her out of the marriage bed. The fresh air did seem to help, not that Imma was willing to admit it. Her eyes widened at the mention of an escape plan. “Truly?” she asked, excitement radiating in her voice. “Include me, I beg of you” Imma requested dramatically “Please Theo” she turned to her sister taking her hand “If Eva and I go nobody will notice. It isn’t our wedding day and I am just the youngest sister and she but a cousin!” She hadn’t meant to make it sound like Eva was somehow less, but she couldn’t very well praise the girl while trying to plea on get them both out of there. “You don’t have to be complicit, you just have to not tell anyone” she looked hopeful at Theo and then to Eva; who she assumed already had a plan and was in the midst of executing it, “Right? Tell her!” she pleaded with her words and her eyes.
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When Theo led Imma into a side wing, Imma followed swallowing hard to keep from allowing tears to fall from her eyes. Although she was not the greatest actress in the world, she could usually at least appear like she was put together and keep herself from looking too much of a blubbering mess. Today, her mind was foggy, and she just wanted to go back to the manor and curl up with one of her sisters and go to bed and pretend nothing at all had happened. Her mind did not connect the dots to the late-night party she had attended with her sisters and her inability to function as she was expected to. She only knew that she didn’t want to be here anymore. She was worried she had lost a sister, and soon she had to worry about losing more.
She had expected that Theo would tell her they were going. She was smart and capable, Imma knew, so if anyone could find a way to be excused it would have been her. Her heart, however, sank when the words came out of her sisters mouth and her jaw tightened at those words. They were words that she had heard before, and she hated hearing them. She didn’t like being called weak, it hurt. When it was Theo that was saying the words, it hurt even more. Imma was unable to understand that it was meant to give her courage, and instead looked at them as though they were meant to shame her for her feelings. ‘Hide your weakness’ she was always told, and therefore she had little choice but to assume that she was weak and therefore should always be hidden. Maybe she should have just locked the doors to her room and hid away from the world. She was the weakness of her family, after all.
She was Leventi, she knew all to well. She was the weak Leventi. She was the ugly Leventi. She was the oddball. The strange one. The one that caused nothing but trouble. Couldn’t focus on anything that was expected of her. Imma nearly choked on the thoughts that were flowing in her head, and in fact she moved her head forward as though she might gag, but she had the graces not to. She also had the graces not to yell out and lash out at the sister that she loved so dearly. It would have caused a scene, and then she would really be called weak. Ridiculed by everyone, everywhere. Then they might be lucky if they could ship her off to a butcher in exchange for a thin slice of meat.
For the moment, Imma of Leventi, detested being Leventi. She wanted to scream that as well, but she didn’t. Instead she just lowered her eyes and gave a simple nod feeling the eyes of Theodora upon her. When her sister continued, Imma realized she didn’t care a fig if people thought the monarchy was weak. Why should they think so because of something that she did? It was unfair! Did a jeweler get thought of as a bad one because they have a sibling that cannot? No!
Fair or not, Imma had no choice but to endure. Endure Theo and her sounding like their mother. Endue this ‘celebration’. “I am…” Imma started to mumble but didn’t finish the word. She was foolhardy at times, but after everything that Theo just said she wasn’t about to say the last word of nothing. Or useless. She swallowed the word and then just nodded her head looking at her sister and managed not to scowl, which was progress from before.
“Mhmm” she managed to mutter in regard to going outside for fresh air and seeing Eva. Maybe Evangelina would be an actual breath of fresh air, though Imma doubted it bitterly. Taking a deep breath, she walked with Theo and managed something of a smile. It was lopsided and clearly forced, but she was trying as the two went outside. Imma looked away from the building and wondered if she kicked off her sandals and ran would Theo follow her? Would she run after her or just let her go? Would she run all the way home if Imma did, and then they could be normal. They could laugh and curl up together. Sing or share happy stories. Anything but be here.
She didn’t though, and before she knew it she was standing before Eva who commented on her face. “Who would notice the difference?” Imma asked her tone; in an effort not to sound sad, sounding bored. Nobody ever looked at Imma. Not that she wanted them too, perhaps her ugliness was a blessing from Artemis to keep her out of the marriage bed. The fresh air did seem to help, not that Imma was willing to admit it. Her eyes widened at the mention of an escape plan. “Truly?” she asked, excitement radiating in her voice. “Include me, I beg of you” Imma requested dramatically “Please Theo” she turned to her sister taking her hand “If Eva and I go nobody will notice. It isn’t our wedding day and I am just the youngest sister and she but a cousin!” She hadn’t meant to make it sound like Eva was somehow less, but she couldn’t very well praise the girl while trying to plea on get them both out of there. “You don’t have to be complicit, you just have to not tell anyone” she looked hopeful at Theo and then to Eva; who she assumed already had a plan and was in the midst of executing it, “Right? Tell her!” she pleaded with her words and her eyes.
When Theo led Imma into a side wing, Imma followed swallowing hard to keep from allowing tears to fall from her eyes. Although she was not the greatest actress in the world, she could usually at least appear like she was put together and keep herself from looking too much of a blubbering mess. Today, her mind was foggy, and she just wanted to go back to the manor and curl up with one of her sisters and go to bed and pretend nothing at all had happened. Her mind did not connect the dots to the late-night party she had attended with her sisters and her inability to function as she was expected to. She only knew that she didn’t want to be here anymore. She was worried she had lost a sister, and soon she had to worry about losing more.
She had expected that Theo would tell her they were going. She was smart and capable, Imma knew, so if anyone could find a way to be excused it would have been her. Her heart, however, sank when the words came out of her sisters mouth and her jaw tightened at those words. They were words that she had heard before, and she hated hearing them. She didn’t like being called weak, it hurt. When it was Theo that was saying the words, it hurt even more. Imma was unable to understand that it was meant to give her courage, and instead looked at them as though they were meant to shame her for her feelings. ‘Hide your weakness’ she was always told, and therefore she had little choice but to assume that she was weak and therefore should always be hidden. Maybe she should have just locked the doors to her room and hid away from the world. She was the weakness of her family, after all.
She was Leventi, she knew all to well. She was the weak Leventi. She was the ugly Leventi. She was the oddball. The strange one. The one that caused nothing but trouble. Couldn’t focus on anything that was expected of her. Imma nearly choked on the thoughts that were flowing in her head, and in fact she moved her head forward as though she might gag, but she had the graces not to. She also had the graces not to yell out and lash out at the sister that she loved so dearly. It would have caused a scene, and then she would really be called weak. Ridiculed by everyone, everywhere. Then they might be lucky if they could ship her off to a butcher in exchange for a thin slice of meat.
For the moment, Imma of Leventi, detested being Leventi. She wanted to scream that as well, but she didn’t. Instead she just lowered her eyes and gave a simple nod feeling the eyes of Theodora upon her. When her sister continued, Imma realized she didn’t care a fig if people thought the monarchy was weak. Why should they think so because of something that she did? It was unfair! Did a jeweler get thought of as a bad one because they have a sibling that cannot? No!
Fair or not, Imma had no choice but to endure. Endure Theo and her sounding like their mother. Endue this ‘celebration’. “I am…” Imma started to mumble but didn’t finish the word. She was foolhardy at times, but after everything that Theo just said she wasn’t about to say the last word of nothing. Or useless. She swallowed the word and then just nodded her head looking at her sister and managed not to scowl, which was progress from before.
“Mhmm” she managed to mutter in regard to going outside for fresh air and seeing Eva. Maybe Evangelina would be an actual breath of fresh air, though Imma doubted it bitterly. Taking a deep breath, she walked with Theo and managed something of a smile. It was lopsided and clearly forced, but she was trying as the two went outside. Imma looked away from the building and wondered if she kicked off her sandals and ran would Theo follow her? Would she run after her or just let her go? Would she run all the way home if Imma did, and then they could be normal. They could laugh and curl up together. Sing or share happy stories. Anything but be here.
She didn’t though, and before she knew it she was standing before Eva who commented on her face. “Who would notice the difference?” Imma asked her tone; in an effort not to sound sad, sounding bored. Nobody ever looked at Imma. Not that she wanted them too, perhaps her ugliness was a blessing from Artemis to keep her out of the marriage bed. The fresh air did seem to help, not that Imma was willing to admit it. Her eyes widened at the mention of an escape plan. “Truly?” she asked, excitement radiating in her voice. “Include me, I beg of you” Imma requested dramatically “Please Theo” she turned to her sister taking her hand “If Eva and I go nobody will notice. It isn’t our wedding day and I am just the youngest sister and she but a cousin!” She hadn’t meant to make it sound like Eva was somehow less, but she couldn’t very well praise the girl while trying to plea on get them both out of there. “You don’t have to be complicit, you just have to not tell anyone” she looked hopeful at Theo and then to Eva; who she assumed already had a plan and was in the midst of executing it, “Right? Tell her!” she pleaded with her words and her eyes.
Theo could tell her attempt to settle her sister had done very little of the sort. But there was nothing she could do. It was better to rip the band-aid off and bolster the girl on then it would be to coddle her and allow her to continue to wallow… not only would it not help with her mental fortitude but it would likely bring on the ire of their uncle, as well as her mother.
She watched Imma’s face sour further; deciding that escaping to the gardens was a good idea for all. It seemed ironic that so many of them could be so miserable on a day that was meant to be so celebratory. She understood the reasoning for the executions. It was a show of strength from the new King on the day of his coronation. It would be discussed and turned into stories for years to come. ...But for those who’d lived through the circus.. For Theo and those who’d faced the creed, it was just a reminder of all the pain they’d faced. Now the occasion wouldn’t be a celebration in her mind of her sister's coronation, but a day marred by the execution of creed sympathizers.
Theo wanted to rage with Imma. Wanted to declare the world unfair and run off… go home to curl up in her bed and decry how horrible everything was, but she wasn’t allowed to do that. The weight of the girls had always been carried on her and Selene’s shoulders; Selene for being the oldest, and Theo for being the most grounded in reality. It was why she adored Emilios so much.. That for the briefest amounts of time together she could just be herself. Forget about her responsibilities and be in love. With him.
Now what?
She clung to Imma as they wandered into the garden; arm stretched over her shoulders as she brushed blonde curls from her cheek. Selene and herself had always been deemed the lovliest.. The fairest. Far and wide, stories had been told of their beauty. But no one ever considered her for her mind. Suitors didn’t want her opinion on things. So she’d grown annoyed with her fairness. What had she ever done to deserve such a thing? Her beauty did not come from any merit of her own. She didn’t work to obtain it and so it’s value meant little to her. She put her worth in her accomplishments, just as she did with her sisters. With her family and friends. With Emilios.
To her Imma was beautiful. She had a precocious spirit and a lovely personality. She’d grown so much over the years as an artist and her paintings were really becoming quite lovely; Theo even had several hanging in her room. And while she wasn’t as statuesque as Selene was, she was still pretty, none the less. Imma had grown up with flaxen blonde hair that hung straight when released from its stays and curled about her temples when worn up. She was curvaceous and had full lips and warm dark eyes. And while she was a bit high strung, she was still growing into herself.
They made it out to the stables; following the same path that Eva had a few moments before. Theo rubbed soft circles between the collarbones of her tense sister as they entered to the familiar sights and smells of the horses. Being in a stable was almost a second home to her; she spent so many hours in their own in Serren. The smell of hay and manure...of grain and leather.. It was comforting and familiar. When they found their cousin, she seemed to be just as morose as Imma. Theo drew in a breath; knowing that, whatever she may be feeling, she had to be the stronger one for all of them. The sister and cousin they could lean on… even if she felt the farthest thing from. With Eva’s sarcastic remark and Imma’s self-deprecating reply, Theo tutted. “Hush.. you’re lovely. Even with such a sour expression.” Her eyes sparkled and she nudged the girl with her hip.
Eva replied with her plan of escape and before Theo could comment, Imma had hopped onto the idea excitedly; eager to get away. Theo opened her mouth to respond as her heart lept into her throat; her pulse quickening at the idea of them leaving, but Imma continued on; begging her to go.. To leave her out of it if need be and with a strangled gasp of a voice, she halted her. “Stop this.”
Her voice sounded panicked in that moment and her face paled in the dim lamplight of the barn. She let the silence settle between them as her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She reached out and gripped the post of the stall to keep her from falling over. And then she continued. “I cannot believe.. Cannot fathom. ..After everything that happened less than two weeks ago that you would be so inclined as to run off in the middle of the night.. By yourselves and with no escort.” Theo pictured Imma laying in the street. Her eyes staring blankly into the night sky; a blade embedded in her chest and it made her want to bend over and empty the wine from her stomach.
With a shaky voice, she continued. “If you wish to go home, petition mother to have the carriage brought around for you. Tell her you’re not feeling well. But do not go running off into the night. There are any number of Creed members just waiting to enact revenge upon Stephanos for what he did today.” She took Imma’s chin in her hand. “Finding one of his younger sisters-in-law away from the safety of a guard would be just their luck.” She looked up to Eva. “...That includes you, as well. You both may not like it… I don’t particularly like it. But we are all of considerably higher rank now. We must remember that both from a social and political standpoint. For our own safety.”
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Theo could tell her attempt to settle her sister had done very little of the sort. But there was nothing she could do. It was better to rip the band-aid off and bolster the girl on then it would be to coddle her and allow her to continue to wallow… not only would it not help with her mental fortitude but it would likely bring on the ire of their uncle, as well as her mother.
She watched Imma’s face sour further; deciding that escaping to the gardens was a good idea for all. It seemed ironic that so many of them could be so miserable on a day that was meant to be so celebratory. She understood the reasoning for the executions. It was a show of strength from the new King on the day of his coronation. It would be discussed and turned into stories for years to come. ...But for those who’d lived through the circus.. For Theo and those who’d faced the creed, it was just a reminder of all the pain they’d faced. Now the occasion wouldn’t be a celebration in her mind of her sister's coronation, but a day marred by the execution of creed sympathizers.
Theo wanted to rage with Imma. Wanted to declare the world unfair and run off… go home to curl up in her bed and decry how horrible everything was, but she wasn’t allowed to do that. The weight of the girls had always been carried on her and Selene’s shoulders; Selene for being the oldest, and Theo for being the most grounded in reality. It was why she adored Emilios so much.. That for the briefest amounts of time together she could just be herself. Forget about her responsibilities and be in love. With him.
Now what?
She clung to Imma as they wandered into the garden; arm stretched over her shoulders as she brushed blonde curls from her cheek. Selene and herself had always been deemed the lovliest.. The fairest. Far and wide, stories had been told of their beauty. But no one ever considered her for her mind. Suitors didn’t want her opinion on things. So she’d grown annoyed with her fairness. What had she ever done to deserve such a thing? Her beauty did not come from any merit of her own. She didn’t work to obtain it and so it’s value meant little to her. She put her worth in her accomplishments, just as she did with her sisters. With her family and friends. With Emilios.
To her Imma was beautiful. She had a precocious spirit and a lovely personality. She’d grown so much over the years as an artist and her paintings were really becoming quite lovely; Theo even had several hanging in her room. And while she wasn’t as statuesque as Selene was, she was still pretty, none the less. Imma had grown up with flaxen blonde hair that hung straight when released from its stays and curled about her temples when worn up. She was curvaceous and had full lips and warm dark eyes. And while she was a bit high strung, she was still growing into herself.
They made it out to the stables; following the same path that Eva had a few moments before. Theo rubbed soft circles between the collarbones of her tense sister as they entered to the familiar sights and smells of the horses. Being in a stable was almost a second home to her; she spent so many hours in their own in Serren. The smell of hay and manure...of grain and leather.. It was comforting and familiar. When they found their cousin, she seemed to be just as morose as Imma. Theo drew in a breath; knowing that, whatever she may be feeling, she had to be the stronger one for all of them. The sister and cousin they could lean on… even if she felt the farthest thing from. With Eva’s sarcastic remark and Imma’s self-deprecating reply, Theo tutted. “Hush.. you’re lovely. Even with such a sour expression.” Her eyes sparkled and she nudged the girl with her hip.
Eva replied with her plan of escape and before Theo could comment, Imma had hopped onto the idea excitedly; eager to get away. Theo opened her mouth to respond as her heart lept into her throat; her pulse quickening at the idea of them leaving, but Imma continued on; begging her to go.. To leave her out of it if need be and with a strangled gasp of a voice, she halted her. “Stop this.”
Her voice sounded panicked in that moment and her face paled in the dim lamplight of the barn. She let the silence settle between them as her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She reached out and gripped the post of the stall to keep her from falling over. And then she continued. “I cannot believe.. Cannot fathom. ..After everything that happened less than two weeks ago that you would be so inclined as to run off in the middle of the night.. By yourselves and with no escort.” Theo pictured Imma laying in the street. Her eyes staring blankly into the night sky; a blade embedded in her chest and it made her want to bend over and empty the wine from her stomach.
With a shaky voice, she continued. “If you wish to go home, petition mother to have the carriage brought around for you. Tell her you’re not feeling well. But do not go running off into the night. There are any number of Creed members just waiting to enact revenge upon Stephanos for what he did today.” She took Imma’s chin in her hand. “Finding one of his younger sisters-in-law away from the safety of a guard would be just their luck.” She looked up to Eva. “...That includes you, as well. You both may not like it… I don’t particularly like it. But we are all of considerably higher rank now. We must remember that both from a social and political standpoint. For our own safety.”
Theo could tell her attempt to settle her sister had done very little of the sort. But there was nothing she could do. It was better to rip the band-aid off and bolster the girl on then it would be to coddle her and allow her to continue to wallow… not only would it not help with her mental fortitude but it would likely bring on the ire of their uncle, as well as her mother.
She watched Imma’s face sour further; deciding that escaping to the gardens was a good idea for all. It seemed ironic that so many of them could be so miserable on a day that was meant to be so celebratory. She understood the reasoning for the executions. It was a show of strength from the new King on the day of his coronation. It would be discussed and turned into stories for years to come. ...But for those who’d lived through the circus.. For Theo and those who’d faced the creed, it was just a reminder of all the pain they’d faced. Now the occasion wouldn’t be a celebration in her mind of her sister's coronation, but a day marred by the execution of creed sympathizers.
Theo wanted to rage with Imma. Wanted to declare the world unfair and run off… go home to curl up in her bed and decry how horrible everything was, but she wasn’t allowed to do that. The weight of the girls had always been carried on her and Selene’s shoulders; Selene for being the oldest, and Theo for being the most grounded in reality. It was why she adored Emilios so much.. That for the briefest amounts of time together she could just be herself. Forget about her responsibilities and be in love. With him.
Now what?
She clung to Imma as they wandered into the garden; arm stretched over her shoulders as she brushed blonde curls from her cheek. Selene and herself had always been deemed the lovliest.. The fairest. Far and wide, stories had been told of their beauty. But no one ever considered her for her mind. Suitors didn’t want her opinion on things. So she’d grown annoyed with her fairness. What had she ever done to deserve such a thing? Her beauty did not come from any merit of her own. She didn’t work to obtain it and so it’s value meant little to her. She put her worth in her accomplishments, just as she did with her sisters. With her family and friends. With Emilios.
To her Imma was beautiful. She had a precocious spirit and a lovely personality. She’d grown so much over the years as an artist and her paintings were really becoming quite lovely; Theo even had several hanging in her room. And while she wasn’t as statuesque as Selene was, she was still pretty, none the less. Imma had grown up with flaxen blonde hair that hung straight when released from its stays and curled about her temples when worn up. She was curvaceous and had full lips and warm dark eyes. And while she was a bit high strung, she was still growing into herself.
They made it out to the stables; following the same path that Eva had a few moments before. Theo rubbed soft circles between the collarbones of her tense sister as they entered to the familiar sights and smells of the horses. Being in a stable was almost a second home to her; she spent so many hours in their own in Serren. The smell of hay and manure...of grain and leather.. It was comforting and familiar. When they found their cousin, she seemed to be just as morose as Imma. Theo drew in a breath; knowing that, whatever she may be feeling, she had to be the stronger one for all of them. The sister and cousin they could lean on… even if she felt the farthest thing from. With Eva’s sarcastic remark and Imma’s self-deprecating reply, Theo tutted. “Hush.. you’re lovely. Even with such a sour expression.” Her eyes sparkled and she nudged the girl with her hip.
Eva replied with her plan of escape and before Theo could comment, Imma had hopped onto the idea excitedly; eager to get away. Theo opened her mouth to respond as her heart lept into her throat; her pulse quickening at the idea of them leaving, but Imma continued on; begging her to go.. To leave her out of it if need be and with a strangled gasp of a voice, she halted her. “Stop this.”
Her voice sounded panicked in that moment and her face paled in the dim lamplight of the barn. She let the silence settle between them as her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She reached out and gripped the post of the stall to keep her from falling over. And then she continued. “I cannot believe.. Cannot fathom. ..After everything that happened less than two weeks ago that you would be so inclined as to run off in the middle of the night.. By yourselves and with no escort.” Theo pictured Imma laying in the street. Her eyes staring blankly into the night sky; a blade embedded in her chest and it made her want to bend over and empty the wine from her stomach.
With a shaky voice, she continued. “If you wish to go home, petition mother to have the carriage brought around for you. Tell her you’re not feeling well. But do not go running off into the night. There are any number of Creed members just waiting to enact revenge upon Stephanos for what he did today.” She took Imma’s chin in her hand. “Finding one of his younger sisters-in-law away from the safety of a guard would be just their luck.” She looked up to Eva. “...That includes you, as well. You both may not like it… I don’t particularly like it. But we are all of considerably higher rank now. We must remember that both from a social and political standpoint. For our own safety.”
Evangelina blinked at Imma’s response. It was that awkward moment when her humor failed to be funny. She glanced at Theo, certain that her older cousin would understand that she’d only been teasing. Imma was whining and suddenly Theo’s veneer seemed to crack just a little around the seams. An edge of panic, a paleness to her face… surely she hadn’t believed it too. Did they really think she’d be so reckless to endanger not only her own life but Imma’s too.
“Stop this.” Theodora’s voice, oddly unnerved considering the usual tower of strength that she was.
She knew what spooked looked like, whether it was human or horse it was something she could identify. Had the recent events with The Creed effected her cousin so deeply? Evangelina hadn’t realized. Sending a sharp glance to Imma as backup to Theo’s curt command.
“Theo…” Her brows scrunched together as she looked back to Theo, her head tilted curiously. “Are you okay? I wasn’t serious about devising an escape plan… I may not like being cooped up here at this party with all of these people but I don’t have a death wish. Geeze.” Evangelina’s lips thinned, and she shot Imma another warning that now was not the time to continue with her whining. She knew too well how difficult it was at being at that awkward age that Imma was at, especially when your sisters were known through out the realm for their beauty. That however did not warrant whining from Imma. She was of an age that it was no longer acceptable.
Hissing a breath in between her teeth. “Perhaps we should return to the party. I am sure our abscense will be noticed soon enough.” She was prepared to elbow Imma should another whine come out of her. “Come Theo, rest assured… we won’t be taking any undue risks tonight.” At least not by stealing horses and making a mad escape from the party. It was still hard that her cousins believed she was possible of doing something so stupidly reckless. Reaching out, she linked arms with her older cousin and gave her a subtle squeeze.
“Do you need a few moments to collect yourself?” She murmured quietly. Shooting Imma a glance, “I can take Imma back inside… I imagine she’d quite enjoy seeing some of the Mikaelidas’ art inside, maybe she can even explain some of it to me…” Her lips pursed and didn’t wait for agreement before she let go of Theo, and latched onto Imma. “And if you don’t behave, I am going to go find Lady Boer… “ She winced, and quickly corrected herself. “Lady Boosalis and tell her how just fascinated you are to hear about that little mole she has on her neck…, you know… the one with the funny hair, that one that she thinks looks like Posedian?”
As she was dragging, Imma off talking about mole on the court bore’s neck she glanced over her shoulder at Theo. She just needs a moment… just a moment to collect herself. It’s been a long day.
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Evangelina blinked at Imma’s response. It was that awkward moment when her humor failed to be funny. She glanced at Theo, certain that her older cousin would understand that she’d only been teasing. Imma was whining and suddenly Theo’s veneer seemed to crack just a little around the seams. An edge of panic, a paleness to her face… surely she hadn’t believed it too. Did they really think she’d be so reckless to endanger not only her own life but Imma’s too.
“Stop this.” Theodora’s voice, oddly unnerved considering the usual tower of strength that she was.
She knew what spooked looked like, whether it was human or horse it was something she could identify. Had the recent events with The Creed effected her cousin so deeply? Evangelina hadn’t realized. Sending a sharp glance to Imma as backup to Theo’s curt command.
“Theo…” Her brows scrunched together as she looked back to Theo, her head tilted curiously. “Are you okay? I wasn’t serious about devising an escape plan… I may not like being cooped up here at this party with all of these people but I don’t have a death wish. Geeze.” Evangelina’s lips thinned, and she shot Imma another warning that now was not the time to continue with her whining. She knew too well how difficult it was at being at that awkward age that Imma was at, especially when your sisters were known through out the realm for their beauty. That however did not warrant whining from Imma. She was of an age that it was no longer acceptable.
Hissing a breath in between her teeth. “Perhaps we should return to the party. I am sure our abscense will be noticed soon enough.” She was prepared to elbow Imma should another whine come out of her. “Come Theo, rest assured… we won’t be taking any undue risks tonight.” At least not by stealing horses and making a mad escape from the party. It was still hard that her cousins believed she was possible of doing something so stupidly reckless. Reaching out, she linked arms with her older cousin and gave her a subtle squeeze.
“Do you need a few moments to collect yourself?” She murmured quietly. Shooting Imma a glance, “I can take Imma back inside… I imagine she’d quite enjoy seeing some of the Mikaelidas’ art inside, maybe she can even explain some of it to me…” Her lips pursed and didn’t wait for agreement before she let go of Theo, and latched onto Imma. “And if you don’t behave, I am going to go find Lady Boer… “ She winced, and quickly corrected herself. “Lady Boosalis and tell her how just fascinated you are to hear about that little mole she has on her neck…, you know… the one with the funny hair, that one that she thinks looks like Posedian?”
As she was dragging, Imma off talking about mole on the court bore’s neck she glanced over her shoulder at Theo. She just needs a moment… just a moment to collect herself. It’s been a long day.
Evangelina blinked at Imma’s response. It was that awkward moment when her humor failed to be funny. She glanced at Theo, certain that her older cousin would understand that she’d only been teasing. Imma was whining and suddenly Theo’s veneer seemed to crack just a little around the seams. An edge of panic, a paleness to her face… surely she hadn’t believed it too. Did they really think she’d be so reckless to endanger not only her own life but Imma’s too.
“Stop this.” Theodora’s voice, oddly unnerved considering the usual tower of strength that she was.
She knew what spooked looked like, whether it was human or horse it was something she could identify. Had the recent events with The Creed effected her cousin so deeply? Evangelina hadn’t realized. Sending a sharp glance to Imma as backup to Theo’s curt command.
“Theo…” Her brows scrunched together as she looked back to Theo, her head tilted curiously. “Are you okay? I wasn’t serious about devising an escape plan… I may not like being cooped up here at this party with all of these people but I don’t have a death wish. Geeze.” Evangelina’s lips thinned, and she shot Imma another warning that now was not the time to continue with her whining. She knew too well how difficult it was at being at that awkward age that Imma was at, especially when your sisters were known through out the realm for their beauty. That however did not warrant whining from Imma. She was of an age that it was no longer acceptable.
Hissing a breath in between her teeth. “Perhaps we should return to the party. I am sure our abscense will be noticed soon enough.” She was prepared to elbow Imma should another whine come out of her. “Come Theo, rest assured… we won’t be taking any undue risks tonight.” At least not by stealing horses and making a mad escape from the party. It was still hard that her cousins believed she was possible of doing something so stupidly reckless. Reaching out, she linked arms with her older cousin and gave her a subtle squeeze.
“Do you need a few moments to collect yourself?” She murmured quietly. Shooting Imma a glance, “I can take Imma back inside… I imagine she’d quite enjoy seeing some of the Mikaelidas’ art inside, maybe she can even explain some of it to me…” Her lips pursed and didn’t wait for agreement before she let go of Theo, and latched onto Imma. “And if you don’t behave, I am going to go find Lady Boer… “ She winced, and quickly corrected herself. “Lady Boosalis and tell her how just fascinated you are to hear about that little mole she has on her neck…, you know… the one with the funny hair, that one that she thinks looks like Posedian?”
As she was dragging, Imma off talking about mole on the court bore’s neck she glanced over her shoulder at Theo. She just needs a moment… just a moment to collect herself. It’s been a long day.
The ride to court was a silent affair, with the exception of Nana's heels thumping against the soles of her sandals. "Can't they move a little faster?" Her urgent tone cracked the uncomfortable silence that filled the carriage, "I don't recall our House being in charge of breeding billygoats!" An unladylike moan passed her lips as she slumped against the chair, folding her arms together after the carriage made a slight bump in the road, bumping into another on it's way to the same location. The woman of twenty one years was in a hurry, and thought that the horses carrying the weight of the carriage and three females were being quite inconsiderate and slow! Her sister and new brother-in law became both God and Goddesses not too long ago; King Stephanos has been her brother-in law for quite some time now, but his name wasn't significant until a crown was placed over his head. Now that she was in closer proximity with the crowns, she could receive anything her heart desired... except there was one troublesome law that may prevent her from requesting the jewel-encrusted bench by the gardens: The Monarch is beholden to no-one except the Kingdom itself, meaning that the King and Queen should not favor anyone in their former Houses, which was-- Personal opinions aside, Nana remembered how the Zeus saved his brothers and sisters from their wretched Titan father and Greeks such as herself hold their family members dear to them, no matter the circumstance and to not do so was disgraceful. Despite their differences, the Leventi sisters were close with one another so regardless of prestigious status, Queen Olympia shall at least accept her dire plea for a superior bench! It would be disgraceful not to, for what if Zeus refused to help his siblings escape the belly of the beast because of a law?
Moments later, the three women and their families arrived to the Mikaelidas Palati. Departing from the carriage, Nana strolled beside her sisters as they entered the palace for court. Her brown eyes flickered towards Olympia-- Queen Olympia in a beautiful chiton with the same crown placed over her dark curls. Mentally preparing for the question, Nana took a step forward to ask until her older sister approached Selene instead. In the utmost surprise, the vapid Leventi was far from dejected or offended, it made her feel proud that her Queen sister preferred solace with her family members and the action made her assume that the nettlesome law may mean mote to Olympia; afterwards she'll move forward with her please, nevertheless she had to wait for petitions. Petitions were the worst, provided she had the discipline to tune it out. Pivoting on her heel, she joined Theodora at one of the seats and refused the offer of wine by slave and platter.
As they watched nobles and those of royal blood alike enter the Palati, a loud sob inched towards her and the second oldest. Nana's head turned to the action and her heart quickly fell. "Imma!" She cried, leaning over to rub the youngest's back as she clung to Theodora. Out of all five of them, Imma was the closest to her in age although they were five years apart. She was talented in art, and it showed since she was attuned to her emotions as shown presently. At first, Nana was confused as to why her younger sister was crying, before remembering the hanging of those caught murderers at the coronation. She flinched as the mental image entered her mind, "Yes, please go on ahead," The lady droned, at the mention of the two heading outside. "I'll be here." Theodora's well-meaning speech went through one ear and out of the other as the sound of ghastly breathing infiltrated her head. Letting her hand fall from a departing Imma's back, she rose and examined the crowded Palati. Or at least attempted to.
All this time, she was grateful for the mere mention of court to replace the hanging that happened during her older sister's moment of glory. The Leventi paid attention to the emeralds, rubies, aquamarines, diamonds, and any minerals that accompanied Olympia before a platform and severely men were brought forth to tear her attention away from the much needed distraction. And now, now she was in need of another to replace the terrorizing image of Death. The picture appeared again, causing her necklace to feel heavier than it should. Her hand grasped the diamond necklace tightened around her throat, fingers squeezing the diamond before snatching it off: chain and all. A sigh of relief, she clasped the accessory in her closed fist and strolled around the Palati, trying to look busy.
Two noblewomen nearest to her whispered about King Stephanos and his second blessing; it was a first that the vain woman took pleasure in gossip, especially as a diversion. Well, if the new King had two blessings then maybe it can earn her a jewel encrusted bench! Chuckling at the thought, she took a double-take, "Oh, how obtuse that sounds!" She muttered, ashamed that she listened in on the prattle. All gossip was false, unless it was gossip about her, good gossip of course! She used to believe in all hearsay as a girl, until one recalled that she was far from chaste due to her chitons being three or four inches higher than normal. That was when it wasn't fun to listen to anymore, when every and all (with the exception of nicer ones) lost their credibility.
Rolling her eyes, she searched for her bench near the gardens and the misplaced mirror attached to the column in front of it. It was her getaway, away from the smallest traces of stench provided by respectable scholar and noblemen sweat. The air and smell of gardenia allowed Nana to become lost in her own small world filled with hairbrushes and lip balm with the mirror as her guide. One of the Leventi slaves were perched near the entrance, they would run to the carriage to fetch her enhancement supplies once she sat down. But due to recent events, she was impatient to start so she locked eyes with the slave and flicked her wrist to send them to do her bidding. Once they disappeared, Nana walked over to the bench which was...
What was this?
Occupied by someone else! Unbelievable, this was her spot, even the noble ladies and the stain by the name of Tasia knew that! Pressing her lips together, she stalked over to the stranger and perched herself right behind them. A tap on the shoulder would've been polite, but she was positive that they had enough sense to hear her. "Excuse me," She queried, "You're in my seating area."
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The ride to court was a silent affair, with the exception of Nana's heels thumping against the soles of her sandals. "Can't they move a little faster?" Her urgent tone cracked the uncomfortable silence that filled the carriage, "I don't recall our House being in charge of breeding billygoats!" An unladylike moan passed her lips as she slumped against the chair, folding her arms together after the carriage made a slight bump in the road, bumping into another on it's way to the same location. The woman of twenty one years was in a hurry, and thought that the horses carrying the weight of the carriage and three females were being quite inconsiderate and slow! Her sister and new brother-in law became both God and Goddesses not too long ago; King Stephanos has been her brother-in law for quite some time now, but his name wasn't significant until a crown was placed over his head. Now that she was in closer proximity with the crowns, she could receive anything her heart desired... except there was one troublesome law that may prevent her from requesting the jewel-encrusted bench by the gardens: The Monarch is beholden to no-one except the Kingdom itself, meaning that the King and Queen should not favor anyone in their former Houses, which was-- Personal opinions aside, Nana remembered how the Zeus saved his brothers and sisters from their wretched Titan father and Greeks such as herself hold their family members dear to them, no matter the circumstance and to not do so was disgraceful. Despite their differences, the Leventi sisters were close with one another so regardless of prestigious status, Queen Olympia shall at least accept her dire plea for a superior bench! It would be disgraceful not to, for what if Zeus refused to help his siblings escape the belly of the beast because of a law?
Moments later, the three women and their families arrived to the Mikaelidas Palati. Departing from the carriage, Nana strolled beside her sisters as they entered the palace for court. Her brown eyes flickered towards Olympia-- Queen Olympia in a beautiful chiton with the same crown placed over her dark curls. Mentally preparing for the question, Nana took a step forward to ask until her older sister approached Selene instead. In the utmost surprise, the vapid Leventi was far from dejected or offended, it made her feel proud that her Queen sister preferred solace with her family members and the action made her assume that the nettlesome law may mean mote to Olympia; afterwards she'll move forward with her please, nevertheless she had to wait for petitions. Petitions were the worst, provided she had the discipline to tune it out. Pivoting on her heel, she joined Theodora at one of the seats and refused the offer of wine by slave and platter.
As they watched nobles and those of royal blood alike enter the Palati, a loud sob inched towards her and the second oldest. Nana's head turned to the action and her heart quickly fell. "Imma!" She cried, leaning over to rub the youngest's back as she clung to Theodora. Out of all five of them, Imma was the closest to her in age although they were five years apart. She was talented in art, and it showed since she was attuned to her emotions as shown presently. At first, Nana was confused as to why her younger sister was crying, before remembering the hanging of those caught murderers at the coronation. She flinched as the mental image entered her mind, "Yes, please go on ahead," The lady droned, at the mention of the two heading outside. "I'll be here." Theodora's well-meaning speech went through one ear and out of the other as the sound of ghastly breathing infiltrated her head. Letting her hand fall from a departing Imma's back, she rose and examined the crowded Palati. Or at least attempted to.
All this time, she was grateful for the mere mention of court to replace the hanging that happened during her older sister's moment of glory. The Leventi paid attention to the emeralds, rubies, aquamarines, diamonds, and any minerals that accompanied Olympia before a platform and severely men were brought forth to tear her attention away from the much needed distraction. And now, now she was in need of another to replace the terrorizing image of Death. The picture appeared again, causing her necklace to feel heavier than it should. Her hand grasped the diamond necklace tightened around her throat, fingers squeezing the diamond before snatching it off: chain and all. A sigh of relief, she clasped the accessory in her closed fist and strolled around the Palati, trying to look busy.
Two noblewomen nearest to her whispered about King Stephanos and his second blessing; it was a first that the vain woman took pleasure in gossip, especially as a diversion. Well, if the new King had two blessings then maybe it can earn her a jewel encrusted bench! Chuckling at the thought, she took a double-take, "Oh, how obtuse that sounds!" She muttered, ashamed that she listened in on the prattle. All gossip was false, unless it was gossip about her, good gossip of course! She used to believe in all hearsay as a girl, until one recalled that she was far from chaste due to her chitons being three or four inches higher than normal. That was when it wasn't fun to listen to anymore, when every and all (with the exception of nicer ones) lost their credibility.
Rolling her eyes, she searched for her bench near the gardens and the misplaced mirror attached to the column in front of it. It was her getaway, away from the smallest traces of stench provided by respectable scholar and noblemen sweat. The air and smell of gardenia allowed Nana to become lost in her own small world filled with hairbrushes and lip balm with the mirror as her guide. One of the Leventi slaves were perched near the entrance, they would run to the carriage to fetch her enhancement supplies once she sat down. But due to recent events, she was impatient to start so she locked eyes with the slave and flicked her wrist to send them to do her bidding. Once they disappeared, Nana walked over to the bench which was...
What was this?
Occupied by someone else! Unbelievable, this was her spot, even the noble ladies and the stain by the name of Tasia knew that! Pressing her lips together, she stalked over to the stranger and perched herself right behind them. A tap on the shoulder would've been polite, but she was positive that they had enough sense to hear her. "Excuse me," She queried, "You're in my seating area."
The ride to court was a silent affair, with the exception of Nana's heels thumping against the soles of her sandals. "Can't they move a little faster?" Her urgent tone cracked the uncomfortable silence that filled the carriage, "I don't recall our House being in charge of breeding billygoats!" An unladylike moan passed her lips as she slumped against the chair, folding her arms together after the carriage made a slight bump in the road, bumping into another on it's way to the same location. The woman of twenty one years was in a hurry, and thought that the horses carrying the weight of the carriage and three females were being quite inconsiderate and slow! Her sister and new brother-in law became both God and Goddesses not too long ago; King Stephanos has been her brother-in law for quite some time now, but his name wasn't significant until a crown was placed over his head. Now that she was in closer proximity with the crowns, she could receive anything her heart desired... except there was one troublesome law that may prevent her from requesting the jewel-encrusted bench by the gardens: The Monarch is beholden to no-one except the Kingdom itself, meaning that the King and Queen should not favor anyone in their former Houses, which was-- Personal opinions aside, Nana remembered how the Zeus saved his brothers and sisters from their wretched Titan father and Greeks such as herself hold their family members dear to them, no matter the circumstance and to not do so was disgraceful. Despite their differences, the Leventi sisters were close with one another so regardless of prestigious status, Queen Olympia shall at least accept her dire plea for a superior bench! It would be disgraceful not to, for what if Zeus refused to help his siblings escape the belly of the beast because of a law?
Moments later, the three women and their families arrived to the Mikaelidas Palati. Departing from the carriage, Nana strolled beside her sisters as they entered the palace for court. Her brown eyes flickered towards Olympia-- Queen Olympia in a beautiful chiton with the same crown placed over her dark curls. Mentally preparing for the question, Nana took a step forward to ask until her older sister approached Selene instead. In the utmost surprise, the vapid Leventi was far from dejected or offended, it made her feel proud that her Queen sister preferred solace with her family members and the action made her assume that the nettlesome law may mean mote to Olympia; afterwards she'll move forward with her please, nevertheless she had to wait for petitions. Petitions were the worst, provided she had the discipline to tune it out. Pivoting on her heel, she joined Theodora at one of the seats and refused the offer of wine by slave and platter.
As they watched nobles and those of royal blood alike enter the Palati, a loud sob inched towards her and the second oldest. Nana's head turned to the action and her heart quickly fell. "Imma!" She cried, leaning over to rub the youngest's back as she clung to Theodora. Out of all five of them, Imma was the closest to her in age although they were five years apart. She was talented in art, and it showed since she was attuned to her emotions as shown presently. At first, Nana was confused as to why her younger sister was crying, before remembering the hanging of those caught murderers at the coronation. She flinched as the mental image entered her mind, "Yes, please go on ahead," The lady droned, at the mention of the two heading outside. "I'll be here." Theodora's well-meaning speech went through one ear and out of the other as the sound of ghastly breathing infiltrated her head. Letting her hand fall from a departing Imma's back, she rose and examined the crowded Palati. Or at least attempted to.
All this time, she was grateful for the mere mention of court to replace the hanging that happened during her older sister's moment of glory. The Leventi paid attention to the emeralds, rubies, aquamarines, diamonds, and any minerals that accompanied Olympia before a platform and severely men were brought forth to tear her attention away from the much needed distraction. And now, now she was in need of another to replace the terrorizing image of Death. The picture appeared again, causing her necklace to feel heavier than it should. Her hand grasped the diamond necklace tightened around her throat, fingers squeezing the diamond before snatching it off: chain and all. A sigh of relief, she clasped the accessory in her closed fist and strolled around the Palati, trying to look busy.
Two noblewomen nearest to her whispered about King Stephanos and his second blessing; it was a first that the vain woman took pleasure in gossip, especially as a diversion. Well, if the new King had two blessings then maybe it can earn her a jewel encrusted bench! Chuckling at the thought, she took a double-take, "Oh, how obtuse that sounds!" She muttered, ashamed that she listened in on the prattle. All gossip was false, unless it was gossip about her, good gossip of course! She used to believe in all hearsay as a girl, until one recalled that she was far from chaste due to her chitons being three or four inches higher than normal. That was when it wasn't fun to listen to anymore, when every and all (with the exception of nicer ones) lost their credibility.
Rolling her eyes, she searched for her bench near the gardens and the misplaced mirror attached to the column in front of it. It was her getaway, away from the smallest traces of stench provided by respectable scholar and noblemen sweat. The air and smell of gardenia allowed Nana to become lost in her own small world filled with hairbrushes and lip balm with the mirror as her guide. One of the Leventi slaves were perched near the entrance, they would run to the carriage to fetch her enhancement supplies once she sat down. But due to recent events, she was impatient to start so she locked eyes with the slave and flicked her wrist to send them to do her bidding. Once they disappeared, Nana walked over to the bench which was...
What was this?
Occupied by someone else! Unbelievable, this was her spot, even the noble ladies and the stain by the name of Tasia knew that! Pressing her lips together, she stalked over to the stranger and perched herself right behind them. A tap on the shoulder would've been polite, but she was positive that they had enough sense to hear her. "Excuse me," She queried, "You're in my seating area."
Selene was aware of the eyes on her, could hear the whispers of those around her as she made her way through the room. As the eldest, there had been an expectation of her marriage happening first. It was common that any other eligible daughters would have to wait until the eldest was married before the rest were wed. The stigma she wore, of being almost 30 an unwed, would have been considered a burden to anyone else. But most of her life, she’d been told that no one was worthy of her hand.
It wasn’t as if she lacked offers. Her father would sit her down, tell her the names of the offers that had been made for the right to marry her, and would promptly promise her that they weren’t good enough. And while her father wasn’t specifically looking to further the Leventi name, the fact that her mother always seemed to push for a more suitable match made every non-royal less than worthy. And the way her mother built up her worth made her feel that she only deserved a King. For most of her life, she had wanted to be in Pia’s shoes. She had pictured herself as the Queen of Taegnea, patiently waiting for Zenon to approach her father for her hand.
But he was dead, and now, Pia was Queen.
She didn’t envy her sister. The crown she wore was heavy, indeed. The weight of the Circus felt crushing for Selene, and she couldn’t imagine what it was like to be the ruler now, picking up the pieces. The pregnancy was just more stress, more things to gossip about. She didn’t want that life.
At least, not here.
The idea of a marriage overseas seemed more and more appealing, where the Creed weren’t a threat. Where royalty was respected and adored. In both Athenia and Colchis, she had seen what royal life could be like. She had seen how much the people adored Persephone, how much they had respected and worried about Vangelis. If she was going sit beside a ruler, she hoped that it would be in a place like that.
Where kings didn’t lose their heads.
Her heart clenched a little, thinking of the prince who had continued to show her kindness, who challenged her to be more. Selene couldn’t think of him, not when the whispered of her infertility were surrounding her. She had to think of anything else but him. He would probably marry someone from Athenia, or from Colchis.
Her sister found her quickly, and Selene (always one for propriety and decorum) gave the Queen a small curtsy before wrapping her arm around her sister’s. Placing her hand on top of hers, Selene smiled brightly. ”Of course, my Queen.” She took a moment to quickly give her a once over, pleased by her change of clothing. ”You look absolutely gorgeous, sweet sister.” The chance of a safe conversation in this environment wasn’t possible. They would be overheard, and rumors would fly. ”I’m glad that’s over. I despise public execution.”
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Selene was aware of the eyes on her, could hear the whispers of those around her as she made her way through the room. As the eldest, there had been an expectation of her marriage happening first. It was common that any other eligible daughters would have to wait until the eldest was married before the rest were wed. The stigma she wore, of being almost 30 an unwed, would have been considered a burden to anyone else. But most of her life, she’d been told that no one was worthy of her hand.
It wasn’t as if she lacked offers. Her father would sit her down, tell her the names of the offers that had been made for the right to marry her, and would promptly promise her that they weren’t good enough. And while her father wasn’t specifically looking to further the Leventi name, the fact that her mother always seemed to push for a more suitable match made every non-royal less than worthy. And the way her mother built up her worth made her feel that she only deserved a King. For most of her life, she had wanted to be in Pia’s shoes. She had pictured herself as the Queen of Taegnea, patiently waiting for Zenon to approach her father for her hand.
But he was dead, and now, Pia was Queen.
She didn’t envy her sister. The crown she wore was heavy, indeed. The weight of the Circus felt crushing for Selene, and she couldn’t imagine what it was like to be the ruler now, picking up the pieces. The pregnancy was just more stress, more things to gossip about. She didn’t want that life.
At least, not here.
The idea of a marriage overseas seemed more and more appealing, where the Creed weren’t a threat. Where royalty was respected and adored. In both Athenia and Colchis, she had seen what royal life could be like. She had seen how much the people adored Persephone, how much they had respected and worried about Vangelis. If she was going sit beside a ruler, she hoped that it would be in a place like that.
Where kings didn’t lose their heads.
Her heart clenched a little, thinking of the prince who had continued to show her kindness, who challenged her to be more. Selene couldn’t think of him, not when the whispered of her infertility were surrounding her. She had to think of anything else but him. He would probably marry someone from Athenia, or from Colchis.
Her sister found her quickly, and Selene (always one for propriety and decorum) gave the Queen a small curtsy before wrapping her arm around her sister’s. Placing her hand on top of hers, Selene smiled brightly. ”Of course, my Queen.” She took a moment to quickly give her a once over, pleased by her change of clothing. ”You look absolutely gorgeous, sweet sister.” The chance of a safe conversation in this environment wasn’t possible. They would be overheard, and rumors would fly. ”I’m glad that’s over. I despise public execution.”
Selene was aware of the eyes on her, could hear the whispers of those around her as she made her way through the room. As the eldest, there had been an expectation of her marriage happening first. It was common that any other eligible daughters would have to wait until the eldest was married before the rest were wed. The stigma she wore, of being almost 30 an unwed, would have been considered a burden to anyone else. But most of her life, she’d been told that no one was worthy of her hand.
It wasn’t as if she lacked offers. Her father would sit her down, tell her the names of the offers that had been made for the right to marry her, and would promptly promise her that they weren’t good enough. And while her father wasn’t specifically looking to further the Leventi name, the fact that her mother always seemed to push for a more suitable match made every non-royal less than worthy. And the way her mother built up her worth made her feel that she only deserved a King. For most of her life, she had wanted to be in Pia’s shoes. She had pictured herself as the Queen of Taegnea, patiently waiting for Zenon to approach her father for her hand.
But he was dead, and now, Pia was Queen.
She didn’t envy her sister. The crown she wore was heavy, indeed. The weight of the Circus felt crushing for Selene, and she couldn’t imagine what it was like to be the ruler now, picking up the pieces. The pregnancy was just more stress, more things to gossip about. She didn’t want that life.
At least, not here.
The idea of a marriage overseas seemed more and more appealing, where the Creed weren’t a threat. Where royalty was respected and adored. In both Athenia and Colchis, she had seen what royal life could be like. She had seen how much the people adored Persephone, how much they had respected and worried about Vangelis. If she was going sit beside a ruler, she hoped that it would be in a place like that.
Where kings didn’t lose their heads.
Her heart clenched a little, thinking of the prince who had continued to show her kindness, who challenged her to be more. Selene couldn’t think of him, not when the whispered of her infertility were surrounding her. She had to think of anything else but him. He would probably marry someone from Athenia, or from Colchis.
Her sister found her quickly, and Selene (always one for propriety and decorum) gave the Queen a small curtsy before wrapping her arm around her sister’s. Placing her hand on top of hers, Selene smiled brightly. ”Of course, my Queen.” She took a moment to quickly give her a once over, pleased by her change of clothing. ”You look absolutely gorgeous, sweet sister.” The chance of a safe conversation in this environment wasn’t possible. They would be overheard, and rumors would fly. ”I’m glad that’s over. I despise public execution.”
One think that Imma knew was that she was not lovely. Not in comparison to the natural beauty of her sisters and cousin. Her hair was often a mess and paint could be found under her nails. Her face had to be scrubbed for hours to make sure that it was clean and often left red and raw because of it. She looked okay today, she supposed, but that was thanks to the diligent work of her sisters in ensuring that she didn’t return to her paint room to so much as touch a paint brush. Her mother deserved credit as well for keeping the youngest sister near her as much as possible during their preparations but Imma did not make it easy on anyone. Partially because that was her nature, and partially because she didn’t want to go. Olympia was crown Queen, that was great (for her). She was already of Mikaelidas, now she was a Queen. Things were changing much to quick, and though Imma tried to be upbeat about things the night before, but after a hanging, it was simply too much for her.
She scowled at Theodora, an act she was not accustomed to doing but did anyway. She didn’t care that she wasn’t lovely, it was what made her different than the rest of her sisters. She nearly took a step back when Theo went on, however, folding her arms realizing that she was most certainly NOT going to be getting her way this night. “I wo-“ she started to say but was cut off by her cousin that she was going to mention would be her escort home. Did they forget that they were both Leventi? That when they mounted upon a horse there was nobody or nothing that could stop them. If only the gods gifted her with a Pegasus then nobody could tell her what to be.
To make the matters worse, Evangelina didn’t even have a plan to begin with. Oh! If only Imma was older, then she could scold the two of them and make them feel so small and silly and stupid. She opened her mouth to offer some retort but closed it at the look from her cousin and settled deeper into her scowl with little more than a popping sound as her lips parted and then sealed closed tightly. Then the plan was changed to go back in the ‘party’ to which Imma started “more like a-“ and was elbowed into silence for her efforts it deeming the party a mortuary or a hangman’s noose.
If Evie really thought that Imma was going to explain to art to her she was dead wrong. She too, was now the enemy. If she deemed to explain anything to her, it would be false information in the hopes that she would repeat it elsewhere and look ever the fool. That would get her back for lying about an escape plan and then dragging her back into the building. She shivered at the thought of Lady Boosalis and the grotesquery that was upon her neck, but even the thought of that did little to ebb the defiance and anger that was uncharacteristically building up inside the young Imma.
Imma went with Evie, but not without turning her head back as she walked “Fret not Theo dearest” she said, her voice sweet and kind, the best acting she had ever done. “Soon you will be married away from me too. Then you won’t have to worry a fig about what I say or do” her voice remained that same sweet voice and didn’t display the frog that was in her throat. When she turned around, she used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears. Why had she said that? It was an awful thing to think let alone say. Imma wasn’t usually a vengeful person, but she was hurting, and she felt as though she were being batted around. She was a constant burden on her sisters, she knew that already, only now it seemed to really be taking its toll on them. She felt the burden she knew that she was and she hated it.
Maybe Theo was right, maybe she was weak.
It still didn’t forgive what she had said, she knew that even as she walked away, and she would have to apologize for it. Not now, she couldn’t now. She could barely breathe as she tried to keep a neutral face. She wiped her tears again and with a sinking heart she told Evangelina “soon I’ll have no sisters left” but couldn’t bring herself to look at the girl as they walked.
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One think that Imma knew was that she was not lovely. Not in comparison to the natural beauty of her sisters and cousin. Her hair was often a mess and paint could be found under her nails. Her face had to be scrubbed for hours to make sure that it was clean and often left red and raw because of it. She looked okay today, she supposed, but that was thanks to the diligent work of her sisters in ensuring that she didn’t return to her paint room to so much as touch a paint brush. Her mother deserved credit as well for keeping the youngest sister near her as much as possible during their preparations but Imma did not make it easy on anyone. Partially because that was her nature, and partially because she didn’t want to go. Olympia was crown Queen, that was great (for her). She was already of Mikaelidas, now she was a Queen. Things were changing much to quick, and though Imma tried to be upbeat about things the night before, but after a hanging, it was simply too much for her.
She scowled at Theodora, an act she was not accustomed to doing but did anyway. She didn’t care that she wasn’t lovely, it was what made her different than the rest of her sisters. She nearly took a step back when Theo went on, however, folding her arms realizing that she was most certainly NOT going to be getting her way this night. “I wo-“ she started to say but was cut off by her cousin that she was going to mention would be her escort home. Did they forget that they were both Leventi? That when they mounted upon a horse there was nobody or nothing that could stop them. If only the gods gifted her with a Pegasus then nobody could tell her what to be.
To make the matters worse, Evangelina didn’t even have a plan to begin with. Oh! If only Imma was older, then she could scold the two of them and make them feel so small and silly and stupid. She opened her mouth to offer some retort but closed it at the look from her cousin and settled deeper into her scowl with little more than a popping sound as her lips parted and then sealed closed tightly. Then the plan was changed to go back in the ‘party’ to which Imma started “more like a-“ and was elbowed into silence for her efforts it deeming the party a mortuary or a hangman’s noose.
If Evie really thought that Imma was going to explain to art to her she was dead wrong. She too, was now the enemy. If she deemed to explain anything to her, it would be false information in the hopes that she would repeat it elsewhere and look ever the fool. That would get her back for lying about an escape plan and then dragging her back into the building. She shivered at the thought of Lady Boosalis and the grotesquery that was upon her neck, but even the thought of that did little to ebb the defiance and anger that was uncharacteristically building up inside the young Imma.
Imma went with Evie, but not without turning her head back as she walked “Fret not Theo dearest” she said, her voice sweet and kind, the best acting she had ever done. “Soon you will be married away from me too. Then you won’t have to worry a fig about what I say or do” her voice remained that same sweet voice and didn’t display the frog that was in her throat. When she turned around, she used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears. Why had she said that? It was an awful thing to think let alone say. Imma wasn’t usually a vengeful person, but she was hurting, and she felt as though she were being batted around. She was a constant burden on her sisters, she knew that already, only now it seemed to really be taking its toll on them. She felt the burden she knew that she was and she hated it.
Maybe Theo was right, maybe she was weak.
It still didn’t forgive what she had said, she knew that even as she walked away, and she would have to apologize for it. Not now, she couldn’t now. She could barely breathe as she tried to keep a neutral face. She wiped her tears again and with a sinking heart she told Evangelina “soon I’ll have no sisters left” but couldn’t bring herself to look at the girl as they walked.
One think that Imma knew was that she was not lovely. Not in comparison to the natural beauty of her sisters and cousin. Her hair was often a mess and paint could be found under her nails. Her face had to be scrubbed for hours to make sure that it was clean and often left red and raw because of it. She looked okay today, she supposed, but that was thanks to the diligent work of her sisters in ensuring that she didn’t return to her paint room to so much as touch a paint brush. Her mother deserved credit as well for keeping the youngest sister near her as much as possible during their preparations but Imma did not make it easy on anyone. Partially because that was her nature, and partially because she didn’t want to go. Olympia was crown Queen, that was great (for her). She was already of Mikaelidas, now she was a Queen. Things were changing much to quick, and though Imma tried to be upbeat about things the night before, but after a hanging, it was simply too much for her.
She scowled at Theodora, an act she was not accustomed to doing but did anyway. She didn’t care that she wasn’t lovely, it was what made her different than the rest of her sisters. She nearly took a step back when Theo went on, however, folding her arms realizing that she was most certainly NOT going to be getting her way this night. “I wo-“ she started to say but was cut off by her cousin that she was going to mention would be her escort home. Did they forget that they were both Leventi? That when they mounted upon a horse there was nobody or nothing that could stop them. If only the gods gifted her with a Pegasus then nobody could tell her what to be.
To make the matters worse, Evangelina didn’t even have a plan to begin with. Oh! If only Imma was older, then she could scold the two of them and make them feel so small and silly and stupid. She opened her mouth to offer some retort but closed it at the look from her cousin and settled deeper into her scowl with little more than a popping sound as her lips parted and then sealed closed tightly. Then the plan was changed to go back in the ‘party’ to which Imma started “more like a-“ and was elbowed into silence for her efforts it deeming the party a mortuary or a hangman’s noose.
If Evie really thought that Imma was going to explain to art to her she was dead wrong. She too, was now the enemy. If she deemed to explain anything to her, it would be false information in the hopes that she would repeat it elsewhere and look ever the fool. That would get her back for lying about an escape plan and then dragging her back into the building. She shivered at the thought of Lady Boosalis and the grotesquery that was upon her neck, but even the thought of that did little to ebb the defiance and anger that was uncharacteristically building up inside the young Imma.
Imma went with Evie, but not without turning her head back as she walked “Fret not Theo dearest” she said, her voice sweet and kind, the best acting she had ever done. “Soon you will be married away from me too. Then you won’t have to worry a fig about what I say or do” her voice remained that same sweet voice and didn’t display the frog that was in her throat. When she turned around, she used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears. Why had she said that? It was an awful thing to think let alone say. Imma wasn’t usually a vengeful person, but she was hurting, and she felt as though she were being batted around. She was a constant burden on her sisters, she knew that already, only now it seemed to really be taking its toll on them. She felt the burden she knew that she was and she hated it.
Maybe Theo was right, maybe she was weak.
It still didn’t forgive what she had said, she knew that even as she walked away, and she would have to apologize for it. Not now, she couldn’t now. She could barely breathe as she tried to keep a neutral face. She wiped her tears again and with a sinking heart she told Evangelina “soon I’ll have no sisters left” but couldn’t bring herself to look at the girl as they walked.
Theo knew she went too far in the middle of her rant. She knew she wasn’t making Imma feel any better or being fair to Eva but she’d been biting her tongue to keep from saying anything for the better part of the day. ..Come to think of it, the better part of the last few weeks. She’d been listening to her sisters as they complained about the most frivolous of topics like matching shoes to gowns, to earth-shattering crises’s like how to get a prince to fall in love with you. She’d had every sister congratulating her and fawning over her engagement... Telling her how lucky she was and how happy she clearly had to be when no one had actually asked her if she was happy. And Imma showing since it’d been announced exactly how displeased with it she was didn’t help.
If only she knew.
The fact of the matter was there was one person more displeased than Imma. In her selfish desire to keep Theo hers and in her house she’d missed the fact that Theo herself had no desire to marry Achilleas or leave. In Pia’s coronation, she’d had no time to question her about how she felt. Having a baby and getting married and crowned queen of Taengea was rather distracting, and all. Theo understood that. Selene was buried in letters.. Her time with the crowned prince of Colchis clearly at the forefront of her mind. And Nana?
...Well.. Nana was Nana. She doubted she’d notice anything beyond whether her dress was fashionable or not. So when she snapped at Imma, she knew why.. The need to keep everything bottled up was just getting to be too much and Imma’s immature selfishness had been the tipping point of the evening. If she had to suck up her pride and love for Emilios and marry for the good of the family and of the kingdom after almost dying the night of the creed attacks without complaint, Imma could sit through a party and exchange pleasantries with members of the royal court.
Eva made her excuses; intent on placating Theo and calming her frayed nerves and Theo felt rotten all over again. They’d all had a long day; no one had expected to be subjected to a mass execution at a coronation and she doubted, given the choice, that any of them would have voluntarily sat through such an event. She should have been more understanding of Imma’s frustration and pain. She was doing a horrible job at encouraging and lifting her up today.. But when one’s soul was so frayed and tattered, it was hard to find the silver lining.
She watched as Eva helped pull Imma towards the door; nudging her to not say anymore and Theo sighed. But Imma’s parting comment hit below the belt. She flinched as if the girl had physically slapped her. Actually, a slap would have been less painful. She leaned back heavily against the paddock as they left her alone with the horses; normally a comforting place to be. She looked down at her hands; twisting her fingertips together as she fought back bitter tears. In the silence of the stables, her mind was able to wander to when things weren’t such a giant disaster and she sucked in a breath. She straightened her back to look about expectantly; remembering why she’d wanted to come outside in the first place. She lifted the back of her knuckle to wipe away her tears as she moved further into the stables. Glancing behind her to ensure that her sister hadn’t returned for a final sucker punch, she turned back to the shadows of the empty stalls; hissing as she called his name. “Emilios…”
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Theo knew she went too far in the middle of her rant. She knew she wasn’t making Imma feel any better or being fair to Eva but she’d been biting her tongue to keep from saying anything for the better part of the day. ..Come to think of it, the better part of the last few weeks. She’d been listening to her sisters as they complained about the most frivolous of topics like matching shoes to gowns, to earth-shattering crises’s like how to get a prince to fall in love with you. She’d had every sister congratulating her and fawning over her engagement... Telling her how lucky she was and how happy she clearly had to be when no one had actually asked her if she was happy. And Imma showing since it’d been announced exactly how displeased with it she was didn’t help.
If only she knew.
The fact of the matter was there was one person more displeased than Imma. In her selfish desire to keep Theo hers and in her house she’d missed the fact that Theo herself had no desire to marry Achilleas or leave. In Pia’s coronation, she’d had no time to question her about how she felt. Having a baby and getting married and crowned queen of Taengea was rather distracting, and all. Theo understood that. Selene was buried in letters.. Her time with the crowned prince of Colchis clearly at the forefront of her mind. And Nana?
...Well.. Nana was Nana. She doubted she’d notice anything beyond whether her dress was fashionable or not. So when she snapped at Imma, she knew why.. The need to keep everything bottled up was just getting to be too much and Imma’s immature selfishness had been the tipping point of the evening. If she had to suck up her pride and love for Emilios and marry for the good of the family and of the kingdom after almost dying the night of the creed attacks without complaint, Imma could sit through a party and exchange pleasantries with members of the royal court.
Eva made her excuses; intent on placating Theo and calming her frayed nerves and Theo felt rotten all over again. They’d all had a long day; no one had expected to be subjected to a mass execution at a coronation and she doubted, given the choice, that any of them would have voluntarily sat through such an event. She should have been more understanding of Imma’s frustration and pain. She was doing a horrible job at encouraging and lifting her up today.. But when one’s soul was so frayed and tattered, it was hard to find the silver lining.
She watched as Eva helped pull Imma towards the door; nudging her to not say anymore and Theo sighed. But Imma’s parting comment hit below the belt. She flinched as if the girl had physically slapped her. Actually, a slap would have been less painful. She leaned back heavily against the paddock as they left her alone with the horses; normally a comforting place to be. She looked down at her hands; twisting her fingertips together as she fought back bitter tears. In the silence of the stables, her mind was able to wander to when things weren’t such a giant disaster and she sucked in a breath. She straightened her back to look about expectantly; remembering why she’d wanted to come outside in the first place. She lifted the back of her knuckle to wipe away her tears as she moved further into the stables. Glancing behind her to ensure that her sister hadn’t returned for a final sucker punch, she turned back to the shadows of the empty stalls; hissing as she called his name. “Emilios…”
Theo knew she went too far in the middle of her rant. She knew she wasn’t making Imma feel any better or being fair to Eva but she’d been biting her tongue to keep from saying anything for the better part of the day. ..Come to think of it, the better part of the last few weeks. She’d been listening to her sisters as they complained about the most frivolous of topics like matching shoes to gowns, to earth-shattering crises’s like how to get a prince to fall in love with you. She’d had every sister congratulating her and fawning over her engagement... Telling her how lucky she was and how happy she clearly had to be when no one had actually asked her if she was happy. And Imma showing since it’d been announced exactly how displeased with it she was didn’t help.
If only she knew.
The fact of the matter was there was one person more displeased than Imma. In her selfish desire to keep Theo hers and in her house she’d missed the fact that Theo herself had no desire to marry Achilleas or leave. In Pia’s coronation, she’d had no time to question her about how she felt. Having a baby and getting married and crowned queen of Taengea was rather distracting, and all. Theo understood that. Selene was buried in letters.. Her time with the crowned prince of Colchis clearly at the forefront of her mind. And Nana?
...Well.. Nana was Nana. She doubted she’d notice anything beyond whether her dress was fashionable or not. So when she snapped at Imma, she knew why.. The need to keep everything bottled up was just getting to be too much and Imma’s immature selfishness had been the tipping point of the evening. If she had to suck up her pride and love for Emilios and marry for the good of the family and of the kingdom after almost dying the night of the creed attacks without complaint, Imma could sit through a party and exchange pleasantries with members of the royal court.
Eva made her excuses; intent on placating Theo and calming her frayed nerves and Theo felt rotten all over again. They’d all had a long day; no one had expected to be subjected to a mass execution at a coronation and she doubted, given the choice, that any of them would have voluntarily sat through such an event. She should have been more understanding of Imma’s frustration and pain. She was doing a horrible job at encouraging and lifting her up today.. But when one’s soul was so frayed and tattered, it was hard to find the silver lining.
She watched as Eva helped pull Imma towards the door; nudging her to not say anymore and Theo sighed. But Imma’s parting comment hit below the belt. She flinched as if the girl had physically slapped her. Actually, a slap would have been less painful. She leaned back heavily against the paddock as they left her alone with the horses; normally a comforting place to be. She looked down at her hands; twisting her fingertips together as she fought back bitter tears. In the silence of the stables, her mind was able to wander to when things weren’t such a giant disaster and she sucked in a breath. She straightened her back to look about expectantly; remembering why she’d wanted to come outside in the first place. She lifted the back of her knuckle to wipe away her tears as she moved further into the stables. Glancing behind her to ensure that her sister hadn’t returned for a final sucker punch, she turned back to the shadows of the empty stalls; hissing as she called his name. “Emilios…”
Another lord called out to Lord Gavriil, giving him his means of escape. He patted Lord Gavriil’s arm and slipped out of the man’s grasp. His freedom was short lived. The room was filled to the brim with people and he wondered if this was how fish felt in an overstocked pond. Wherever he moved, bodies were slithering against him, asking him questions, looking at him. It was a den of vipers.
He looked around for Xene but still she was not visible in this crowd and, she was hardly the only fair haired person in Taengea. Any number of golden haired women and men, for that matter, circulated the hall. Olympia was deep in conversation with Selene and the two of them were moving much too far away for him to join. At any rate, he was not alone long.
As Gavriil had done, another Lord descended on him, and then another. They wanted to speak about their families, or disputes they had with neighbors, or sometimes hinting at favors that he might want to do for them. A few offered favors in return but these were hardly one on one conversations. Each man tried to talk over the other and he found himself having about five different responses, alternating in turn and doing his best not to offend anyone. With Irakles around, he couldn’t afford enemies.
A slave wandered close by with a tray, on top of which sat goblets of wine. Stephanos snatched one and held it to his lips as though it was a shield. Whenever he needed a second to think of what to say, he’d take a sip in order to buy himself time. This gathering was nothing new. He’d been in large crowds before but not since the events of the circus and when he had governed the normal day to day disputes of his people, there were never this many speaking to him at once.
He was uncharacteristically on edge. A carryover, no doubt, from earlier. Still, he pasted on tight smiles and no one seemed to see that he’d rather be anywhere else. The bronze braziers on the edges of the room burned hot and brilliant. His skin prickled as his chiton shifted against him and he wondered if he would start to sweat soon. The room desperately needed fresh air. There were too many bodies in such a confined space.
Time wore on and he answered most of the questions thrown his way, though, irritatingly, Irakles cut in every so often. It would prove him childish to talk over his uncle and so he kept quiet, forced to allow the man to speak for him. His mother was hovering nearby, brushing his arm or plucking at his himation to straighten it just so. He moved away from both mother and uncle. Their smothering was a little too much to endure.
Before he got too far away, a lord from the house of Condos shouted out a question that stopped him in his tracks. The rest of them? He turned and leveled the man who’d spoken with a frigid glare.
“You’re right. I am happy to kill the ones I’ve had confined but to say they weren’t a threat? Have you forgotten the murder of your king and crown prince so easily? I haven’t. I’ve lived with it every day and night since. They had their trial. And now they’ve paid for their crimes.”
He glared around the room, locking eyes with each face that displayed even a hint of the same feelings that the upstart noble did.
“Perhaps some of you have not heard.” His voice rolled out over them, daring anyone not to listen. “Lord Hedron led a garrison of men to the gorge just after they were settled. He wanted vengeance for our fallen king and the crown prince. His only son and heir was also killed when the creed invaded our city. He let his emotions guide him in his thirst for blood. It ended in tragedy.”
He held up three fingers, looking around the room again to be sure he still held everyone’s attention. “Three. Three men came back. Lord Hedron was not among them. I admire his passion but I do not admire his lack of sense. Would you have your king go on a fool hardy mission with no planning? With no men? To give the Creed more innocent men to slaughter?”
Silence met him and he lowered his hand. “I thought not. I stand accused of doing nothing. Allow me to waylay your fears, my lord. I am raising men and I have plans that are still being debated by me and a few trusted advisors. We will not make Lord Hedron’s mistake. And I will come back with the Creed leader’s head on a pike. Does this please you, my lord? Or should I run every plan I make by you first?”
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Another lord called out to Lord Gavriil, giving him his means of escape. He patted Lord Gavriil’s arm and slipped out of the man’s grasp. His freedom was short lived. The room was filled to the brim with people and he wondered if this was how fish felt in an overstocked pond. Wherever he moved, bodies were slithering against him, asking him questions, looking at him. It was a den of vipers.
He looked around for Xene but still she was not visible in this crowd and, she was hardly the only fair haired person in Taengea. Any number of golden haired women and men, for that matter, circulated the hall. Olympia was deep in conversation with Selene and the two of them were moving much too far away for him to join. At any rate, he was not alone long.
As Gavriil had done, another Lord descended on him, and then another. They wanted to speak about their families, or disputes they had with neighbors, or sometimes hinting at favors that he might want to do for them. A few offered favors in return but these were hardly one on one conversations. Each man tried to talk over the other and he found himself having about five different responses, alternating in turn and doing his best not to offend anyone. With Irakles around, he couldn’t afford enemies.
A slave wandered close by with a tray, on top of which sat goblets of wine. Stephanos snatched one and held it to his lips as though it was a shield. Whenever he needed a second to think of what to say, he’d take a sip in order to buy himself time. This gathering was nothing new. He’d been in large crowds before but not since the events of the circus and when he had governed the normal day to day disputes of his people, there were never this many speaking to him at once.
He was uncharacteristically on edge. A carryover, no doubt, from earlier. Still, he pasted on tight smiles and no one seemed to see that he’d rather be anywhere else. The bronze braziers on the edges of the room burned hot and brilliant. His skin prickled as his chiton shifted against him and he wondered if he would start to sweat soon. The room desperately needed fresh air. There were too many bodies in such a confined space.
Time wore on and he answered most of the questions thrown his way, though, irritatingly, Irakles cut in every so often. It would prove him childish to talk over his uncle and so he kept quiet, forced to allow the man to speak for him. His mother was hovering nearby, brushing his arm or plucking at his himation to straighten it just so. He moved away from both mother and uncle. Their smothering was a little too much to endure.
Before he got too far away, a lord from the house of Condos shouted out a question that stopped him in his tracks. The rest of them? He turned and leveled the man who’d spoken with a frigid glare.
“You’re right. I am happy to kill the ones I’ve had confined but to say they weren’t a threat? Have you forgotten the murder of your king and crown prince so easily? I haven’t. I’ve lived with it every day and night since. They had their trial. And now they’ve paid for their crimes.”
He glared around the room, locking eyes with each face that displayed even a hint of the same feelings that the upstart noble did.
“Perhaps some of you have not heard.” His voice rolled out over them, daring anyone not to listen. “Lord Hedron led a garrison of men to the gorge just after they were settled. He wanted vengeance for our fallen king and the crown prince. His only son and heir was also killed when the creed invaded our city. He let his emotions guide him in his thirst for blood. It ended in tragedy.”
He held up three fingers, looking around the room again to be sure he still held everyone’s attention. “Three. Three men came back. Lord Hedron was not among them. I admire his passion but I do not admire his lack of sense. Would you have your king go on a fool hardy mission with no planning? With no men? To give the Creed more innocent men to slaughter?”
Silence met him and he lowered his hand. “I thought not. I stand accused of doing nothing. Allow me to waylay your fears, my lord. I am raising men and I have plans that are still being debated by me and a few trusted advisors. We will not make Lord Hedron’s mistake. And I will come back with the Creed leader’s head on a pike. Does this please you, my lord? Or should I run every plan I make by you first?”
Another lord called out to Lord Gavriil, giving him his means of escape. He patted Lord Gavriil’s arm and slipped out of the man’s grasp. His freedom was short lived. The room was filled to the brim with people and he wondered if this was how fish felt in an overstocked pond. Wherever he moved, bodies were slithering against him, asking him questions, looking at him. It was a den of vipers.
He looked around for Xene but still she was not visible in this crowd and, she was hardly the only fair haired person in Taengea. Any number of golden haired women and men, for that matter, circulated the hall. Olympia was deep in conversation with Selene and the two of them were moving much too far away for him to join. At any rate, he was not alone long.
As Gavriil had done, another Lord descended on him, and then another. They wanted to speak about their families, or disputes they had with neighbors, or sometimes hinting at favors that he might want to do for them. A few offered favors in return but these were hardly one on one conversations. Each man tried to talk over the other and he found himself having about five different responses, alternating in turn and doing his best not to offend anyone. With Irakles around, he couldn’t afford enemies.
A slave wandered close by with a tray, on top of which sat goblets of wine. Stephanos snatched one and held it to his lips as though it was a shield. Whenever he needed a second to think of what to say, he’d take a sip in order to buy himself time. This gathering was nothing new. He’d been in large crowds before but not since the events of the circus and when he had governed the normal day to day disputes of his people, there were never this many speaking to him at once.
He was uncharacteristically on edge. A carryover, no doubt, from earlier. Still, he pasted on tight smiles and no one seemed to see that he’d rather be anywhere else. The bronze braziers on the edges of the room burned hot and brilliant. His skin prickled as his chiton shifted against him and he wondered if he would start to sweat soon. The room desperately needed fresh air. There were too many bodies in such a confined space.
Time wore on and he answered most of the questions thrown his way, though, irritatingly, Irakles cut in every so often. It would prove him childish to talk over his uncle and so he kept quiet, forced to allow the man to speak for him. His mother was hovering nearby, brushing his arm or plucking at his himation to straighten it just so. He moved away from both mother and uncle. Their smothering was a little too much to endure.
Before he got too far away, a lord from the house of Condos shouted out a question that stopped him in his tracks. The rest of them? He turned and leveled the man who’d spoken with a frigid glare.
“You’re right. I am happy to kill the ones I’ve had confined but to say they weren’t a threat? Have you forgotten the murder of your king and crown prince so easily? I haven’t. I’ve lived with it every day and night since. They had their trial. And now they’ve paid for their crimes.”
He glared around the room, locking eyes with each face that displayed even a hint of the same feelings that the upstart noble did.
“Perhaps some of you have not heard.” His voice rolled out over them, daring anyone not to listen. “Lord Hedron led a garrison of men to the gorge just after they were settled. He wanted vengeance for our fallen king and the crown prince. His only son and heir was also killed when the creed invaded our city. He let his emotions guide him in his thirst for blood. It ended in tragedy.”
He held up three fingers, looking around the room again to be sure he still held everyone’s attention. “Three. Three men came back. Lord Hedron was not among them. I admire his passion but I do not admire his lack of sense. Would you have your king go on a fool hardy mission with no planning? With no men? To give the Creed more innocent men to slaughter?”
Silence met him and he lowered his hand. “I thought not. I stand accused of doing nothing. Allow me to waylay your fears, my lord. I am raising men and I have plans that are still being debated by me and a few trusted advisors. We will not make Lord Hedron’s mistake. And I will come back with the Creed leader’s head on a pike. Does this please you, my lord? Or should I run every plan I make by you first?”
Those parting barbs to Theo from Imma earned her a merciless yank of the arm from Evangelina. It was one thing to be hurting but it was entirely another to lash out with the full intention of hurting a loved one. Her jaw clenched and her pace picked up till she was all but dragging Imma away. She wanted to get far enough away from Theodora to make sure that no one else could possibly hear the tongue lashing she was about to give one of her favorite cousins.
Once out of earshot and sight, Evie dragged the younger cousin towards a secluded alcove in the gardens then roughly yanked her around to face her.
“Imma.” The girl’s name wasn’t gently whispered, it seemed to crack out of her mouth like a whip. Her dark eyes glowered down at the petite blonde. “Stop crying this instant, you aren’t a baby anymore. Actions have consequences. Your behavior now has consequences.”
Her teeth gritted together and before she could stop herself, she dragged her younger cousin into a tight embrace.
“Stop this crazy talk about having no sisters left. Marriage does not change the fact that we are still blood, we are still family, and we are and will always be connected.” Evie buried her face in Imma’s hair, “You have sisters and they can never leave you… not even death can erase them. Marriage is not the end, my darling, it’s no different than if one of them is to step into another room.” She sighed heavily and stepped back a little to frown down at Imma.
“I am disappointed in what you said to Theo. It’s not like you to be hurtful… to try and hurt someone you love. That’s a terribly spoiled action.” She let her hands drop from Imma’s sides and cross in front of her chest. “You are a young woman now, not a little girl… and a Leventi on top of that. You are beautiful and will set the world on fire when your time comes. So there is no reason you shouldn’t put your shoulders back and look down at that nose of yours at anyone daring to make you feel lesser than you are.”
She gave a jerk of her chin to where they were. “Your sister is the queen and she needs you today. She needs to see a friendly face among this crowd.” Evie pursed her lips and narrowed her gaze again at Imma, “Just think, if you hate being here among this crowd and would like nothing more then to return home and paint… and you aren’t even the person that is being scrutinized… how must your sister feel? You are not weak. You are not a child and I expect better from you…” Her body softened a little and she frowned down at Imma.
“You should expect better from yourself,” Evie murmured softly. Shifting around to be able to reach into the pouch under her chiton to act as pockets, she pulled a piece of white linen out and handed it to Imma. “Dry your eyes and put your gladiator face on…”
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Those parting barbs to Theo from Imma earned her a merciless yank of the arm from Evangelina. It was one thing to be hurting but it was entirely another to lash out with the full intention of hurting a loved one. Her jaw clenched and her pace picked up till she was all but dragging Imma away. She wanted to get far enough away from Theodora to make sure that no one else could possibly hear the tongue lashing she was about to give one of her favorite cousins.
Once out of earshot and sight, Evie dragged the younger cousin towards a secluded alcove in the gardens then roughly yanked her around to face her.
“Imma.” The girl’s name wasn’t gently whispered, it seemed to crack out of her mouth like a whip. Her dark eyes glowered down at the petite blonde. “Stop crying this instant, you aren’t a baby anymore. Actions have consequences. Your behavior now has consequences.”
Her teeth gritted together and before she could stop herself, she dragged her younger cousin into a tight embrace.
“Stop this crazy talk about having no sisters left. Marriage does not change the fact that we are still blood, we are still family, and we are and will always be connected.” Evie buried her face in Imma’s hair, “You have sisters and they can never leave you… not even death can erase them. Marriage is not the end, my darling, it’s no different than if one of them is to step into another room.” She sighed heavily and stepped back a little to frown down at Imma.
“I am disappointed in what you said to Theo. It’s not like you to be hurtful… to try and hurt someone you love. That’s a terribly spoiled action.” She let her hands drop from Imma’s sides and cross in front of her chest. “You are a young woman now, not a little girl… and a Leventi on top of that. You are beautiful and will set the world on fire when your time comes. So there is no reason you shouldn’t put your shoulders back and look down at that nose of yours at anyone daring to make you feel lesser than you are.”
She gave a jerk of her chin to where they were. “Your sister is the queen and she needs you today. She needs to see a friendly face among this crowd.” Evie pursed her lips and narrowed her gaze again at Imma, “Just think, if you hate being here among this crowd and would like nothing more then to return home and paint… and you aren’t even the person that is being scrutinized… how must your sister feel? You are not weak. You are not a child and I expect better from you…” Her body softened a little and she frowned down at Imma.
“You should expect better from yourself,” Evie murmured softly. Shifting around to be able to reach into the pouch under her chiton to act as pockets, she pulled a piece of white linen out and handed it to Imma. “Dry your eyes and put your gladiator face on…”
Those parting barbs to Theo from Imma earned her a merciless yank of the arm from Evangelina. It was one thing to be hurting but it was entirely another to lash out with the full intention of hurting a loved one. Her jaw clenched and her pace picked up till she was all but dragging Imma away. She wanted to get far enough away from Theodora to make sure that no one else could possibly hear the tongue lashing she was about to give one of her favorite cousins.
Once out of earshot and sight, Evie dragged the younger cousin towards a secluded alcove in the gardens then roughly yanked her around to face her.
“Imma.” The girl’s name wasn’t gently whispered, it seemed to crack out of her mouth like a whip. Her dark eyes glowered down at the petite blonde. “Stop crying this instant, you aren’t a baby anymore. Actions have consequences. Your behavior now has consequences.”
Her teeth gritted together and before she could stop herself, she dragged her younger cousin into a tight embrace.
“Stop this crazy talk about having no sisters left. Marriage does not change the fact that we are still blood, we are still family, and we are and will always be connected.” Evie buried her face in Imma’s hair, “You have sisters and they can never leave you… not even death can erase them. Marriage is not the end, my darling, it’s no different than if one of them is to step into another room.” She sighed heavily and stepped back a little to frown down at Imma.
“I am disappointed in what you said to Theo. It’s not like you to be hurtful… to try and hurt someone you love. That’s a terribly spoiled action.” She let her hands drop from Imma’s sides and cross in front of her chest. “You are a young woman now, not a little girl… and a Leventi on top of that. You are beautiful and will set the world on fire when your time comes. So there is no reason you shouldn’t put your shoulders back and look down at that nose of yours at anyone daring to make you feel lesser than you are.”
She gave a jerk of her chin to where they were. “Your sister is the queen and she needs you today. She needs to see a friendly face among this crowd.” Evie pursed her lips and narrowed her gaze again at Imma, “Just think, if you hate being here among this crowd and would like nothing more then to return home and paint… and you aren’t even the person that is being scrutinized… how must your sister feel? You are not weak. You are not a child and I expect better from you…” Her body softened a little and she frowned down at Imma.
“You should expect better from yourself,” Evie murmured softly. Shifting around to be able to reach into the pouch under her chiton to act as pockets, she pulled a piece of white linen out and handed it to Imma. “Dry your eyes and put your gladiator face on…”
Careful to be drinking from his goblet at the moment the new king decided to press upon the upstart his power and authority - just in case a twitch of the lips was beyond his control and would be hidden from sight - Fotios watched with the eyes of a hawk as Stephanos did an adequate job of shutting up the Condos lord.
At least any encouragement towards the lord loosening his tongue had been done through third parties so that, when the newly crowned monarch shot him down there was no glances, panicked looks or any other body language to suggest that Fotios had ever spoken to the man.
Instead, the Head of the Leventi House made eye contact, just for a moment, with his friend in the Mikaelidas clan. Irakles had been sweeping the hall with his gaze to assess the reactions of the nobility at the same time Fotios had and they caught in line for just a moment. Each of them moved on without hesitation.
It was no secret in the Taengean court that Irakles and Fotios were close. Had it not been for the Prince having so fearsome a reputation and an open affair with his mistress people might have associated their friendship with other rumours that had circulated regarding Fotios of Leventi. Not that he had ever given cause for proof. And of course, there was zero to be found with Irakles. The prince was a friend and nothing more but that in itself was something precious and singular. Fotios rarely had friends...
As the lower lord of Condos wilted and ducked his head in shameful resignation of his incitement being shot down quickly and effectively, Fotios was not at all worried that his quarrel had been silenced so immediately. It had served its purpose and acquired him what was necessary...
The public acknowledgement of King Stephanos that he would be charging blinding into battle against the Creed in the near future. Such a vow could hardly be lived down now, should the man fail to see it through...
Having seen to his first matter of the day, Fotios placed his cup aside, licked the last of the residue from his lower lip and then made his way calmly through the crowds of nobles like a ghost.
Slipping in and out, hardly noticed in his demeanour or stride but given looks of surprised awe and respect when the men realised he was practically on them before they had noticed his approach, Fotios ignored all reactions until he met his wife.
She did not miss his approach in any way and Fotios gladly laid a hand on the small of her back before leaning into murmur in her ear, only interrupting her gossip and socialising for but a moment.
With her aware of his plans and where he was going, Fotios moved to one of the side doors of the hall and stepped out into the gardens.
From there he strode around the building, out and round into the Mikaelidas quarters.
A sealed letter of agreement from Prince Irakles allowed him entrance passed the guards and he continued on his way...
That was the thing about servants and slaves... Provided you walked in a manner that implied you knew exactly where you were going and what you were doing, no-one dared to question your right to be there.
Ignoring all glances and walking with a determined air and an aura that bid everyone step out from his path, Fotios headed quickly towards his intended destination... the old King's quarters...
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Careful to be drinking from his goblet at the moment the new king decided to press upon the upstart his power and authority - just in case a twitch of the lips was beyond his control and would be hidden from sight - Fotios watched with the eyes of a hawk as Stephanos did an adequate job of shutting up the Condos lord.
At least any encouragement towards the lord loosening his tongue had been done through third parties so that, when the newly crowned monarch shot him down there was no glances, panicked looks or any other body language to suggest that Fotios had ever spoken to the man.
Instead, the Head of the Leventi House made eye contact, just for a moment, with his friend in the Mikaelidas clan. Irakles had been sweeping the hall with his gaze to assess the reactions of the nobility at the same time Fotios had and they caught in line for just a moment. Each of them moved on without hesitation.
It was no secret in the Taengean court that Irakles and Fotios were close. Had it not been for the Prince having so fearsome a reputation and an open affair with his mistress people might have associated their friendship with other rumours that had circulated regarding Fotios of Leventi. Not that he had ever given cause for proof. And of course, there was zero to be found with Irakles. The prince was a friend and nothing more but that in itself was something precious and singular. Fotios rarely had friends...
As the lower lord of Condos wilted and ducked his head in shameful resignation of his incitement being shot down quickly and effectively, Fotios was not at all worried that his quarrel had been silenced so immediately. It had served its purpose and acquired him what was necessary...
The public acknowledgement of King Stephanos that he would be charging blinding into battle against the Creed in the near future. Such a vow could hardly be lived down now, should the man fail to see it through...
Having seen to his first matter of the day, Fotios placed his cup aside, licked the last of the residue from his lower lip and then made his way calmly through the crowds of nobles like a ghost.
Slipping in and out, hardly noticed in his demeanour or stride but given looks of surprised awe and respect when the men realised he was practically on them before they had noticed his approach, Fotios ignored all reactions until he met his wife.
She did not miss his approach in any way and Fotios gladly laid a hand on the small of her back before leaning into murmur in her ear, only interrupting her gossip and socialising for but a moment.
With her aware of his plans and where he was going, Fotios moved to one of the side doors of the hall and stepped out into the gardens.
From there he strode around the building, out and round into the Mikaelidas quarters.
A sealed letter of agreement from Prince Irakles allowed him entrance passed the guards and he continued on his way...
That was the thing about servants and slaves... Provided you walked in a manner that implied you knew exactly where you were going and what you were doing, no-one dared to question your right to be there.
Ignoring all glances and walking with a determined air and an aura that bid everyone step out from his path, Fotios headed quickly towards his intended destination... the old King's quarters...
Careful to be drinking from his goblet at the moment the new king decided to press upon the upstart his power and authority - just in case a twitch of the lips was beyond his control and would be hidden from sight - Fotios watched with the eyes of a hawk as Stephanos did an adequate job of shutting up the Condos lord.
At least any encouragement towards the lord loosening his tongue had been done through third parties so that, when the newly crowned monarch shot him down there was no glances, panicked looks or any other body language to suggest that Fotios had ever spoken to the man.
Instead, the Head of the Leventi House made eye contact, just for a moment, with his friend in the Mikaelidas clan. Irakles had been sweeping the hall with his gaze to assess the reactions of the nobility at the same time Fotios had and they caught in line for just a moment. Each of them moved on without hesitation.
It was no secret in the Taengean court that Irakles and Fotios were close. Had it not been for the Prince having so fearsome a reputation and an open affair with his mistress people might have associated their friendship with other rumours that had circulated regarding Fotios of Leventi. Not that he had ever given cause for proof. And of course, there was zero to be found with Irakles. The prince was a friend and nothing more but that in itself was something precious and singular. Fotios rarely had friends...
As the lower lord of Condos wilted and ducked his head in shameful resignation of his incitement being shot down quickly and effectively, Fotios was not at all worried that his quarrel had been silenced so immediately. It had served its purpose and acquired him what was necessary...
The public acknowledgement of King Stephanos that he would be charging blinding into battle against the Creed in the near future. Such a vow could hardly be lived down now, should the man fail to see it through...
Having seen to his first matter of the day, Fotios placed his cup aside, licked the last of the residue from his lower lip and then made his way calmly through the crowds of nobles like a ghost.
Slipping in and out, hardly noticed in his demeanour or stride but given looks of surprised awe and respect when the men realised he was practically on them before they had noticed his approach, Fotios ignored all reactions until he met his wife.
She did not miss his approach in any way and Fotios gladly laid a hand on the small of her back before leaning into murmur in her ear, only interrupting her gossip and socialising for but a moment.
With her aware of his plans and where he was going, Fotios moved to one of the side doors of the hall and stepped out into the gardens.
From there he strode around the building, out and round into the Mikaelidas quarters.
A sealed letter of agreement from Prince Irakles allowed him entrance passed the guards and he continued on his way...
That was the thing about servants and slaves... Provided you walked in a manner that implied you knew exactly where you were going and what you were doing, no-one dared to question your right to be there.
Ignoring all glances and walking with a determined air and an aura that bid everyone step out from his path, Fotios headed quickly towards his intended destination... the old King's quarters...
Listening with rapt attention to the light conversation that flowed, Magnus was at the same time attuned to everything else happening within the room, a skill he had honed for years in order to be able to excel in his job as he does now. The gossip of the court was quick to reach his ear - a piece of news the spymaster could not say he was surprised to hear. Afterall, King Stephanos, formerly second prince and spare to the throne, had no good reputation to back himself up. Rumors flew on whether or not he was fit to rule the kingdom, even weeks after he had ascended upon the death of the previous king and his elder brother.
His eyes flicked upwards towards the crowd, momentarily detaching himself from the female conversation to observe the crowd. Eyes took in the copious amount of Leventi's in attendance - of no surprise, considering the size of that particular royal family.
Roaming further, Magnus's gaze fell upon the figure of the second daughter to Georgios of Leventi, the beautiful Lady Theodora. A dark haired beauty that rivalled her elder sister Selene's blessed looks... yet her gaze followed a figure. Was she not said to be betrothed to Achilleas of Mikaelidas, heir and son to Prince Irakles of Mikaelidas? The eldest of the prince seemed not in attendance though... so who was this the Lady Theodora seemed to gaze upon?
Before Magnus could spot who it was however, the gaggle of Leventi girls had begun moving, just as Prince Irakles made his appearance in the grand ballroom - just in time to hear the irate calls of a noble lord whose voice made his frustrations clear. By then, silence had somewhat settled when those unnerving words were basically thrown in Stephanos's face, and it was with bated breath that everyone waited for the King's response, for Prince Irakles had made it clear he would not be stepping in to save his nephew's hide.
His eyes flickered briefly when the doors to the hall opened, and admitted the figure of Nethis of Thanasi - a figure that Magnus could say he was surprised to see. He had heard of missives being sent out from the Thanasi household of late, that were delivered across the waters. His informants at the docks had mentioned they had been addressed to the Leventi household... Magnus could only surmise who were they for, as he watched the entrance of the eldest Thanasi sibling with much curiosity.
Yet before he could allow himself to dwell further on the whys of Nethis of Thanasi appearing across the seas to attend court in Taengea, the strong voice of King Stephanos rang across the halls in response to the speaker who had addressed him so impudently. A strong response - one that had Magnus smiling as he flicked his gaze to observe the King in his actions... and then the spymaster internally cursed when he heard the silly promise he made. Fool. He already addressed how much of a silly plan one would make to crash the gorge with the Creed as it was, why would he go on to make such a promise?
However, that meant that the court immediately erupted into an uneasy feeling - one that Magnus could sense when chatter broke out, nervous chatter which imbued the whole hall with a feeling that made one itch in their own skin. He frowned, his jaw tightening, the back of his neck on end. If Magnus had been alone, he would've taken the chance to dive into the foray, get more information, strike while the iron was hot.
But he had more responsibilities now. One that was now on his arm, and would join him on his ship ride home.
Leaning down, he tugged at Iolanthe's arm, dipping his head to whisper in her ear, "It looks like Taengean court isn't exactly the best place to be for the marriage mart now. Perhaps... I could entice you in a night ride across Taengean beaches? We can attend dinners and soiree's tomorrow night - I'm sure more men is to be had there. But tonight... I know where I could procure the finest horseflesh for a nice ride." he grinned at his lady companion as he made his offer, certain she would be hard pressed to say no. While this was court... Magnus was not entirely certain he wanted to expose Iolanthe to the toxicity that was Taengean court in their time of turmoil.
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Listening with rapt attention to the light conversation that flowed, Magnus was at the same time attuned to everything else happening within the room, a skill he had honed for years in order to be able to excel in his job as he does now. The gossip of the court was quick to reach his ear - a piece of news the spymaster could not say he was surprised to hear. Afterall, King Stephanos, formerly second prince and spare to the throne, had no good reputation to back himself up. Rumors flew on whether or not he was fit to rule the kingdom, even weeks after he had ascended upon the death of the previous king and his elder brother.
His eyes flicked upwards towards the crowd, momentarily detaching himself from the female conversation to observe the crowd. Eyes took in the copious amount of Leventi's in attendance - of no surprise, considering the size of that particular royal family.
Roaming further, Magnus's gaze fell upon the figure of the second daughter to Georgios of Leventi, the beautiful Lady Theodora. A dark haired beauty that rivalled her elder sister Selene's blessed looks... yet her gaze followed a figure. Was she not said to be betrothed to Achilleas of Mikaelidas, heir and son to Prince Irakles of Mikaelidas? The eldest of the prince seemed not in attendance though... so who was this the Lady Theodora seemed to gaze upon?
Before Magnus could spot who it was however, the gaggle of Leventi girls had begun moving, just as Prince Irakles made his appearance in the grand ballroom - just in time to hear the irate calls of a noble lord whose voice made his frustrations clear. By then, silence had somewhat settled when those unnerving words were basically thrown in Stephanos's face, and it was with bated breath that everyone waited for the King's response, for Prince Irakles had made it clear he would not be stepping in to save his nephew's hide.
His eyes flickered briefly when the doors to the hall opened, and admitted the figure of Nethis of Thanasi - a figure that Magnus could say he was surprised to see. He had heard of missives being sent out from the Thanasi household of late, that were delivered across the waters. His informants at the docks had mentioned they had been addressed to the Leventi household... Magnus could only surmise who were they for, as he watched the entrance of the eldest Thanasi sibling with much curiosity.
Yet before he could allow himself to dwell further on the whys of Nethis of Thanasi appearing across the seas to attend court in Taengea, the strong voice of King Stephanos rang across the halls in response to the speaker who had addressed him so impudently. A strong response - one that had Magnus smiling as he flicked his gaze to observe the King in his actions... and then the spymaster internally cursed when he heard the silly promise he made. Fool. He already addressed how much of a silly plan one would make to crash the gorge with the Creed as it was, why would he go on to make such a promise?
However, that meant that the court immediately erupted into an uneasy feeling - one that Magnus could sense when chatter broke out, nervous chatter which imbued the whole hall with a feeling that made one itch in their own skin. He frowned, his jaw tightening, the back of his neck on end. If Magnus had been alone, he would've taken the chance to dive into the foray, get more information, strike while the iron was hot.
But he had more responsibilities now. One that was now on his arm, and would join him on his ship ride home.
Leaning down, he tugged at Iolanthe's arm, dipping his head to whisper in her ear, "It looks like Taengean court isn't exactly the best place to be for the marriage mart now. Perhaps... I could entice you in a night ride across Taengean beaches? We can attend dinners and soiree's tomorrow night - I'm sure more men is to be had there. But tonight... I know where I could procure the finest horseflesh for a nice ride." he grinned at his lady companion as he made his offer, certain she would be hard pressed to say no. While this was court... Magnus was not entirely certain he wanted to expose Iolanthe to the toxicity that was Taengean court in their time of turmoil.
Listening with rapt attention to the light conversation that flowed, Magnus was at the same time attuned to everything else happening within the room, a skill he had honed for years in order to be able to excel in his job as he does now. The gossip of the court was quick to reach his ear - a piece of news the spymaster could not say he was surprised to hear. Afterall, King Stephanos, formerly second prince and spare to the throne, had no good reputation to back himself up. Rumors flew on whether or not he was fit to rule the kingdom, even weeks after he had ascended upon the death of the previous king and his elder brother.
His eyes flicked upwards towards the crowd, momentarily detaching himself from the female conversation to observe the crowd. Eyes took in the copious amount of Leventi's in attendance - of no surprise, considering the size of that particular royal family.
Roaming further, Magnus's gaze fell upon the figure of the second daughter to Georgios of Leventi, the beautiful Lady Theodora. A dark haired beauty that rivalled her elder sister Selene's blessed looks... yet her gaze followed a figure. Was she not said to be betrothed to Achilleas of Mikaelidas, heir and son to Prince Irakles of Mikaelidas? The eldest of the prince seemed not in attendance though... so who was this the Lady Theodora seemed to gaze upon?
Before Magnus could spot who it was however, the gaggle of Leventi girls had begun moving, just as Prince Irakles made his appearance in the grand ballroom - just in time to hear the irate calls of a noble lord whose voice made his frustrations clear. By then, silence had somewhat settled when those unnerving words were basically thrown in Stephanos's face, and it was with bated breath that everyone waited for the King's response, for Prince Irakles had made it clear he would not be stepping in to save his nephew's hide.
His eyes flickered briefly when the doors to the hall opened, and admitted the figure of Nethis of Thanasi - a figure that Magnus could say he was surprised to see. He had heard of missives being sent out from the Thanasi household of late, that were delivered across the waters. His informants at the docks had mentioned they had been addressed to the Leventi household... Magnus could only surmise who were they for, as he watched the entrance of the eldest Thanasi sibling with much curiosity.
Yet before he could allow himself to dwell further on the whys of Nethis of Thanasi appearing across the seas to attend court in Taengea, the strong voice of King Stephanos rang across the halls in response to the speaker who had addressed him so impudently. A strong response - one that had Magnus smiling as he flicked his gaze to observe the King in his actions... and then the spymaster internally cursed when he heard the silly promise he made. Fool. He already addressed how much of a silly plan one would make to crash the gorge with the Creed as it was, why would he go on to make such a promise?
However, that meant that the court immediately erupted into an uneasy feeling - one that Magnus could sense when chatter broke out, nervous chatter which imbued the whole hall with a feeling that made one itch in their own skin. He frowned, his jaw tightening, the back of his neck on end. If Magnus had been alone, he would've taken the chance to dive into the foray, get more information, strike while the iron was hot.
But he had more responsibilities now. One that was now on his arm, and would join him on his ship ride home.
Leaning down, he tugged at Iolanthe's arm, dipping his head to whisper in her ear, "It looks like Taengean court isn't exactly the best place to be for the marriage mart now. Perhaps... I could entice you in a night ride across Taengean beaches? We can attend dinners and soiree's tomorrow night - I'm sure more men is to be had there. But tonight... I know where I could procure the finest horseflesh for a nice ride." he grinned at his lady companion as he made his offer, certain she would be hard pressed to say no. While this was court... Magnus was not entirely certain he wanted to expose Iolanthe to the toxicity that was Taengean court in their time of turmoil.
