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The sound of wood splintering split through the evening air. The exterior shutter on her window opening broke as she clung to it. This had been a better idea in theory then it had to put it into action. Earlier that afternoon, she’d sent Byrony to pass on a message to all of her cousins here for the coronation that was to happen tomorrow. Evangelina had asked for them to meet in Pia’s quarters in the palace that evening. Hence the reason she was clinging to her window shutter as she tried to keep from landing face first as she hopped out of her window trying to remain undetected by her parents and anyone else at the Leventi mansion.
She hadn’t taken into consideration that her legs were not in fact long enough to reach the ground when she had straddled the window performing her grand escape. Her goldenrod yellow chiton up to her knees, she said a silent thanks to the Gods that she was shadowed by the early evening shadows of darkness. Byrony stood inside of her room grimacing at her mistress’ pathetic efforts of escape. Setting the wine vase down, she grasped Evangelina by the wrists and held her steady. How a girl could be so nimble and athletic on a horse and so clumsy on her own two feet was a mystery that only the Gods knew the answer to.
Evie managed to swing her other leg over the window sill, her hands hurriedly yanking the gold silk of her dress back into place. Taking the vase that Byrony handed her, Evie watched as her taller companion didn’t even need the aid of the shutter to climb out producing a small flare of envy in the pint-sized Leventi. Tall people were always so smug when their legs reached the ground, or they could grab things off a higher shelf. Life was not fair.
Once the two of them were safely out of the window, Byrony took the wine from her again and the pair carefully and as quietly as possible drifted from shadow to shadow till they made their escape from the Leventi mansion. A burst of pride filtered through Evangelina as they’d managed to escape with her small treasure tucked safely away in Byrony’s arms. No one would have said anything to her visiting Olympia, but the vase of this particular wine would have been snatched away from her. It was some of her father’s special wine, she’d only seen him share it with Fotios and Georgios a couple of times in her entire life. Olympia’s future as queen though seemed like a good enough reason to pull it out though… so, she’d borrowed it… pilfered it… whatever, same thing. Trotting around the corner from the mansion, they climbed into the litter that was awaiting them and made haste towards the palace.
At the palace, Evangelina simply told the guards she was there to deliver something to her cousin before the coronation the next day. With an odd look, she was deemed to not be a threat and waved past with directions to Olympia’s quarters. Evie had tuned out the directions, hearing words like left and right and two and four. Her dark eyes were too busy taking in the sight of the enormous palace lit up. It was enormous, but at night it seemed to blend with the shadows making it look all the larger. The palace was too large for Evangelina but that didn’t take away from its grandeur.
Passing the enormous columns and shallow pools, the inner child in her wished she could slip her shoes off and just for a few moments wade through them. Evie slowed, lingering by the pool a little longer than she’d meant too. Oh, temptation! You’ll get me one of these days. Tearing her gaze away, she continued toward Pia’s quarters. But not today… at least not right now.
Turning, she started down a corridor when she heard Byrony softly clear her throat. Stopping, she threw a questioning look over her shoulder and Byrony nodded her head towards the other way, “I think it’s this way, my lady.” Evangelina’s dark eyes blinked for a moment and glanced back in the direction she’d been headed. She could have sworn it was this way but glancing the way Byrony had motioned towards she wasn’t entirely sure. Did she go with her instinct or with Byrony’s? It wasn’t a hard decision.
Pivoting, she started in the other direction. Seeing the young woman’s face trying to hide the small smile, Evie grumbled. “Stop laughing. So I wasn’t paying attention when they told me where I was supposed to be going.” Evangelina thought she heard a faint giggle quickly covered up as a cough. It might have been irritating had this not been the 10,000th time that this had happened in her twenty-one years of existence. Olympia might have been fixing to become the Queen of Taengea but Evangelina was the reigning Queen of Mishaps.
If she made it through the day without spilling something on someone, tripping herself, getting lost then today would be a win. Those were her normal modes of operation, except there was also that one time that she’d caught her chiton on fire. Evie winced at that thought. In her defense, it was one of those rare cold days and she’d been trying to warm her backside up. Who knew silk, heat, and Evangelina didn’t mix well? Konstantinos still took every opportunity to remind people with a, ‘Hey, do you remember that time Evie caught herself on fire?’ How many times had she heard people tell her not to worry about that? Someone else will make a mistake and then she’d be old news. Seven years later… she was still waiting for someone to make that mistake.
Two more left turns and a right turn, then the first door on the left. Would it have been easier if she’d come a different way? Probably. Was this the right door? Hopefully. She could miss the entire event trying to figure out where she’d made the wrong turn. She’d been about to lift her hand to knock on the door, but the door opened as one of the slaves was departing. The voices inside told her it was the right one.
Stepping inside, she held up the vase of wine that had managed to make it all the way to the room without being dropped or sloshed out. “I thought we might indulge in a little bit of a private celebration.” Byrony had disappeared with the other slave, having seen that Evangelina made it to Olympia’s quarters with only minor complications. Her gaze ran over the familiar Leventi girl’s faces. Olympia was married, pregnant, and about to become Queen. Theo was engaged to Achilleas. Cici was back from Colchis. And she, Evangelina… had just managed a great escape.
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The sound of wood splintering split through the evening air. The exterior shutter on her window opening broke as she clung to it. This had been a better idea in theory then it had to put it into action. Earlier that afternoon, she’d sent Byrony to pass on a message to all of her cousins here for the coronation that was to happen tomorrow. Evangelina had asked for them to meet in Pia’s quarters in the palace that evening. Hence the reason she was clinging to her window shutter as she tried to keep from landing face first as she hopped out of her window trying to remain undetected by her parents and anyone else at the Leventi mansion.
She hadn’t taken into consideration that her legs were not in fact long enough to reach the ground when she had straddled the window performing her grand escape. Her goldenrod yellow chiton up to her knees, she said a silent thanks to the Gods that she was shadowed by the early evening shadows of darkness. Byrony stood inside of her room grimacing at her mistress’ pathetic efforts of escape. Setting the wine vase down, she grasped Evangelina by the wrists and held her steady. How a girl could be so nimble and athletic on a horse and so clumsy on her own two feet was a mystery that only the Gods knew the answer to.
Evie managed to swing her other leg over the window sill, her hands hurriedly yanking the gold silk of her dress back into place. Taking the vase that Byrony handed her, Evie watched as her taller companion didn’t even need the aid of the shutter to climb out producing a small flare of envy in the pint-sized Leventi. Tall people were always so smug when their legs reached the ground, or they could grab things off a higher shelf. Life was not fair.
Once the two of them were safely out of the window, Byrony took the wine from her again and the pair carefully and as quietly as possible drifted from shadow to shadow till they made their escape from the Leventi mansion. A burst of pride filtered through Evangelina as they’d managed to escape with her small treasure tucked safely away in Byrony’s arms. No one would have said anything to her visiting Olympia, but the vase of this particular wine would have been snatched away from her. It was some of her father’s special wine, she’d only seen him share it with Fotios and Georgios a couple of times in her entire life. Olympia’s future as queen though seemed like a good enough reason to pull it out though… so, she’d borrowed it… pilfered it… whatever, same thing. Trotting around the corner from the mansion, they climbed into the litter that was awaiting them and made haste towards the palace.
At the palace, Evangelina simply told the guards she was there to deliver something to her cousin before the coronation the next day. With an odd look, she was deemed to not be a threat and waved past with directions to Olympia’s quarters. Evie had tuned out the directions, hearing words like left and right and two and four. Her dark eyes were too busy taking in the sight of the enormous palace lit up. It was enormous, but at night it seemed to blend with the shadows making it look all the larger. The palace was too large for Evangelina but that didn’t take away from its grandeur.
Passing the enormous columns and shallow pools, the inner child in her wished she could slip her shoes off and just for a few moments wade through them. Evie slowed, lingering by the pool a little longer than she’d meant too. Oh, temptation! You’ll get me one of these days. Tearing her gaze away, she continued toward Pia’s quarters. But not today… at least not right now.
Turning, she started down a corridor when she heard Byrony softly clear her throat. Stopping, she threw a questioning look over her shoulder and Byrony nodded her head towards the other way, “I think it’s this way, my lady.” Evangelina’s dark eyes blinked for a moment and glanced back in the direction she’d been headed. She could have sworn it was this way but glancing the way Byrony had motioned towards she wasn’t entirely sure. Did she go with her instinct or with Byrony’s? It wasn’t a hard decision.
Pivoting, she started in the other direction. Seeing the young woman’s face trying to hide the small smile, Evie grumbled. “Stop laughing. So I wasn’t paying attention when they told me where I was supposed to be going.” Evangelina thought she heard a faint giggle quickly covered up as a cough. It might have been irritating had this not been the 10,000th time that this had happened in her twenty-one years of existence. Olympia might have been fixing to become the Queen of Taengea but Evangelina was the reigning Queen of Mishaps.
If she made it through the day without spilling something on someone, tripping herself, getting lost then today would be a win. Those were her normal modes of operation, except there was also that one time that she’d caught her chiton on fire. Evie winced at that thought. In her defense, it was one of those rare cold days and she’d been trying to warm her backside up. Who knew silk, heat, and Evangelina didn’t mix well? Konstantinos still took every opportunity to remind people with a, ‘Hey, do you remember that time Evie caught herself on fire?’ How many times had she heard people tell her not to worry about that? Someone else will make a mistake and then she’d be old news. Seven years later… she was still waiting for someone to make that mistake.
Two more left turns and a right turn, then the first door on the left. Would it have been easier if she’d come a different way? Probably. Was this the right door? Hopefully. She could miss the entire event trying to figure out where she’d made the wrong turn. She’d been about to lift her hand to knock on the door, but the door opened as one of the slaves was departing. The voices inside told her it was the right one.
Stepping inside, she held up the vase of wine that had managed to make it all the way to the room without being dropped or sloshed out. “I thought we might indulge in a little bit of a private celebration.” Byrony had disappeared with the other slave, having seen that Evangelina made it to Olympia’s quarters with only minor complications. Her gaze ran over the familiar Leventi girl’s faces. Olympia was married, pregnant, and about to become Queen. Theo was engaged to Achilleas. Cici was back from Colchis. And she, Evangelina… had just managed a great escape.
The sound of wood splintering split through the evening air. The exterior shutter on her window opening broke as she clung to it. This had been a better idea in theory then it had to put it into action. Earlier that afternoon, she’d sent Byrony to pass on a message to all of her cousins here for the coronation that was to happen tomorrow. Evangelina had asked for them to meet in Pia’s quarters in the palace that evening. Hence the reason she was clinging to her window shutter as she tried to keep from landing face first as she hopped out of her window trying to remain undetected by her parents and anyone else at the Leventi mansion.
She hadn’t taken into consideration that her legs were not in fact long enough to reach the ground when she had straddled the window performing her grand escape. Her goldenrod yellow chiton up to her knees, she said a silent thanks to the Gods that she was shadowed by the early evening shadows of darkness. Byrony stood inside of her room grimacing at her mistress’ pathetic efforts of escape. Setting the wine vase down, she grasped Evangelina by the wrists and held her steady. How a girl could be so nimble and athletic on a horse and so clumsy on her own two feet was a mystery that only the Gods knew the answer to.
Evie managed to swing her other leg over the window sill, her hands hurriedly yanking the gold silk of her dress back into place. Taking the vase that Byrony handed her, Evie watched as her taller companion didn’t even need the aid of the shutter to climb out producing a small flare of envy in the pint-sized Leventi. Tall people were always so smug when their legs reached the ground, or they could grab things off a higher shelf. Life was not fair.
Once the two of them were safely out of the window, Byrony took the wine from her again and the pair carefully and as quietly as possible drifted from shadow to shadow till they made their escape from the Leventi mansion. A burst of pride filtered through Evangelina as they’d managed to escape with her small treasure tucked safely away in Byrony’s arms. No one would have said anything to her visiting Olympia, but the vase of this particular wine would have been snatched away from her. It was some of her father’s special wine, she’d only seen him share it with Fotios and Georgios a couple of times in her entire life. Olympia’s future as queen though seemed like a good enough reason to pull it out though… so, she’d borrowed it… pilfered it… whatever, same thing. Trotting around the corner from the mansion, they climbed into the litter that was awaiting them and made haste towards the palace.
At the palace, Evangelina simply told the guards she was there to deliver something to her cousin before the coronation the next day. With an odd look, she was deemed to not be a threat and waved past with directions to Olympia’s quarters. Evie had tuned out the directions, hearing words like left and right and two and four. Her dark eyes were too busy taking in the sight of the enormous palace lit up. It was enormous, but at night it seemed to blend with the shadows making it look all the larger. The palace was too large for Evangelina but that didn’t take away from its grandeur.
Passing the enormous columns and shallow pools, the inner child in her wished she could slip her shoes off and just for a few moments wade through them. Evie slowed, lingering by the pool a little longer than she’d meant too. Oh, temptation! You’ll get me one of these days. Tearing her gaze away, she continued toward Pia’s quarters. But not today… at least not right now.
Turning, she started down a corridor when she heard Byrony softly clear her throat. Stopping, she threw a questioning look over her shoulder and Byrony nodded her head towards the other way, “I think it’s this way, my lady.” Evangelina’s dark eyes blinked for a moment and glanced back in the direction she’d been headed. She could have sworn it was this way but glancing the way Byrony had motioned towards she wasn’t entirely sure. Did she go with her instinct or with Byrony’s? It wasn’t a hard decision.
Pivoting, she started in the other direction. Seeing the young woman’s face trying to hide the small smile, Evie grumbled. “Stop laughing. So I wasn’t paying attention when they told me where I was supposed to be going.” Evangelina thought she heard a faint giggle quickly covered up as a cough. It might have been irritating had this not been the 10,000th time that this had happened in her twenty-one years of existence. Olympia might have been fixing to become the Queen of Taengea but Evangelina was the reigning Queen of Mishaps.
If she made it through the day without spilling something on someone, tripping herself, getting lost then today would be a win. Those were her normal modes of operation, except there was also that one time that she’d caught her chiton on fire. Evie winced at that thought. In her defense, it was one of those rare cold days and she’d been trying to warm her backside up. Who knew silk, heat, and Evangelina didn’t mix well? Konstantinos still took every opportunity to remind people with a, ‘Hey, do you remember that time Evie caught herself on fire?’ How many times had she heard people tell her not to worry about that? Someone else will make a mistake and then she’d be old news. Seven years later… she was still waiting for someone to make that mistake.
Two more left turns and a right turn, then the first door on the left. Would it have been easier if she’d come a different way? Probably. Was this the right door? Hopefully. She could miss the entire event trying to figure out where she’d made the wrong turn. She’d been about to lift her hand to knock on the door, but the door opened as one of the slaves was departing. The voices inside told her it was the right one.
Stepping inside, she held up the vase of wine that had managed to make it all the way to the room without being dropped or sloshed out. “I thought we might indulge in a little bit of a private celebration.” Byrony had disappeared with the other slave, having seen that Evangelina made it to Olympia’s quarters with only minor complications. Her gaze ran over the familiar Leventi girl’s faces. Olympia was married, pregnant, and about to become Queen. Theo was engaged to Achilleas. Cici was back from Colchis. And she, Evangelina… had just managed a great escape.
"Yes, thank you. I'm quite alright. If you would please send Desma in when she returns that will be all."
As the slave departed, she poured herself a glass of spiced wine that had been watered down, in an attempt to help her soothe her nerves. The coronation was in the morning and Olympia couldn't sleep. She'd retired early from dinner in the hopes that she could relax enough to rest but her nerves were keeping her up. Her hair was undone and she was dressed in a simple white chiton with her teal robe wrapped around her as she paced. A goblet of wine in her hand, she looked out over the terrace until Theo's plea for her to settle reached her.
Turning, she smiled at her elder sister apologetically, slowly making her way back to where the other Leventi girls had settled. On this night before the event, she had asked for the company of her female relatives to help soothe her mind. Stephanos had already taken off for his own night of rest, both of them deciding that sleeping apart would be better. They kept their separate chambers anyway but she knew he wouldn't be visiting her tonight, and so she needed her family to keep her company. She had just reached the bed when the sounds of the servants at her door announced a new arrival.
Pia laughed at the sight of Evie and Bryony all but tumbling in, a smile over her lips. She set aside the goblet and moved to them with her arms open, wrapping her cousin in a hug before holding her at arms length to look her over.
"What have you done? That looks suspiciously like a barrel that Father and Uncle Fotios enjoy." She raised her brow in mock disapproval but she couldn't help the laughter that pealed forth. Beckoning the women in, she gave a smile to Bryony as well, the slave did her best to keep Evie out of trouble.
"Come, sit. What brings you here?"
She sat on the foot of her bed, patting the space beside her for her cousin to fill.
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"Yes, thank you. I'm quite alright. If you would please send Desma in when she returns that will be all."
As the slave departed, she poured herself a glass of spiced wine that had been watered down, in an attempt to help her soothe her nerves. The coronation was in the morning and Olympia couldn't sleep. She'd retired early from dinner in the hopes that she could relax enough to rest but her nerves were keeping her up. Her hair was undone and she was dressed in a simple white chiton with her teal robe wrapped around her as she paced. A goblet of wine in her hand, she looked out over the terrace until Theo's plea for her to settle reached her.
Turning, she smiled at her elder sister apologetically, slowly making her way back to where the other Leventi girls had settled. On this night before the event, she had asked for the company of her female relatives to help soothe her mind. Stephanos had already taken off for his own night of rest, both of them deciding that sleeping apart would be better. They kept their separate chambers anyway but she knew he wouldn't be visiting her tonight, and so she needed her family to keep her company. She had just reached the bed when the sounds of the servants at her door announced a new arrival.
Pia laughed at the sight of Evie and Bryony all but tumbling in, a smile over her lips. She set aside the goblet and moved to them with her arms open, wrapping her cousin in a hug before holding her at arms length to look her over.
"What have you done? That looks suspiciously like a barrel that Father and Uncle Fotios enjoy." She raised her brow in mock disapproval but she couldn't help the laughter that pealed forth. Beckoning the women in, she gave a smile to Bryony as well, the slave did her best to keep Evie out of trouble.
"Come, sit. What brings you here?"
She sat on the foot of her bed, patting the space beside her for her cousin to fill.
"Yes, thank you. I'm quite alright. If you would please send Desma in when she returns that will be all."
As the slave departed, she poured herself a glass of spiced wine that had been watered down, in an attempt to help her soothe her nerves. The coronation was in the morning and Olympia couldn't sleep. She'd retired early from dinner in the hopes that she could relax enough to rest but her nerves were keeping her up. Her hair was undone and she was dressed in a simple white chiton with her teal robe wrapped around her as she paced. A goblet of wine in her hand, she looked out over the terrace until Theo's plea for her to settle reached her.
Turning, she smiled at her elder sister apologetically, slowly making her way back to where the other Leventi girls had settled. On this night before the event, she had asked for the company of her female relatives to help soothe her mind. Stephanos had already taken off for his own night of rest, both of them deciding that sleeping apart would be better. They kept their separate chambers anyway but she knew he wouldn't be visiting her tonight, and so she needed her family to keep her company. She had just reached the bed when the sounds of the servants at her door announced a new arrival.
Pia laughed at the sight of Evie and Bryony all but tumbling in, a smile over her lips. She set aside the goblet and moved to them with her arms open, wrapping her cousin in a hug before holding her at arms length to look her over.
"What have you done? That looks suspiciously like a barrel that Father and Uncle Fotios enjoy." She raised her brow in mock disapproval but she couldn't help the laughter that pealed forth. Beckoning the women in, she gave a smile to Bryony as well, the slave did her best to keep Evie out of trouble.
"Come, sit. What brings you here?"
She sat on the foot of her bed, patting the space beside her for her cousin to fill.
Theo had arrived a couple of hours before when she’d received the message arranging the secretive meeting of Leventi women. Like a coven, they all seemed to converge when big events unfolded in each other's lives. Honestly, when Pia had been married, she secretly felt starved of the tradition as it was all done in so much haste, they couldn’t even attend the wedding. But tomorrow she would be made queen and such a magnanimous occasion deserved a meeting of the original six. Imma was still far too young to be meeting at all hours of the night, so she’d been left behind. Dafni was old enough now, but there was something unfamiliar about inviting her as so many of their meetings had been carried out without her.
Unlike Evie, Theo and her sisters needed no diversion. Tonight their sister would be queen and she would need preparations to be made above and beyond that of what servants could attend to. She would need mental and emotional stability. Familiarity and a steady force to guide her. And Theo felt as if she’d hardly seen her sister since the night the king was beheaded.
There was a time not so long ago that Theo would have envied her role. So lost in the idea of power, she’d had her mark set on Zacharias, Vangelis, of Kotas, and even Elias of Stravos. From an early age, all the girls had been made aware of their lot in life. To marry well and for power and wealth. Love had never been a consideration. Well. It had been. For them to mock and laugh at. For them to point fun at those who fell victim to it and married below their station or standard because of desire that would surely fade over time. But the Gods are funny sometimes. Theo was the first in line to laugh. ...And then she’d met Emilios. Now, matched to one of the most powerful men in Taengea, she could think of nothing she wanted more than to marry someone with no lands.. No titles… and no prospects. The younger son of a baron had stolen her heart and she’d been made the biggest hypocrite.
So she no longer envied Pia her crown. In a way, she pitied her for it. She hoped in time she would find love with Stephanos so she would know what it felt like. ...But Stephanos was known for his transgressions; Pia herself being one of them at one time. For her sake, she prayed that she could have both. Love and the crown.
Ever the stalwart sister; calm to a fault when the situation had little to do with her, she sat comfortably on a sofa with her leg bent beneath her as she read a letter and traced a fletching against her cheek. Its stiff feathers were beginning to fray; becoming furry against her face and soft as down. It had been a habit she’d had since she was young and one she’d not likely break anytime soon. But these fletchings were unique. Brought back from his travels, Emilios had gifted them to her just before hell broke loose in the Leventi manor. And after Achilleas had carried her back to the main house, she’d not seen him again. No letter. No secret meetings. She’d been in Serenn until a few days ago and the wait had been almost unbearable.
After speaking to Georgios, she carried on as if nothing was amiss as he’d made it quite clear she needed to rearrange her priorities. But doing so was far more difficult than one thought. She couldn’t think of Achilleas in any way more than a friend from the past and the brother of the man she loved. Even the idea that he was now third in line for the throne had little appeal. And perhaps she could talk to Pia about it, but now just didn’t seem the right time. The weight of the entire kingdom was on her shoulders and tomorrow they would add a crown to it. The last thing her sister needed was to be burdened by Theo’s tragic tale of woe. Perhaps next week.. When the crowds had forgotten...when the crown didn’t feel so heavy and when the temple tour was completed she could come to her sister.. Make her request upon her as the new queen. After all, what good would it do to have a sister as queen if not for a few perks and pulled strings??
She glanced up to watch Pia pace in her night clothes. Theo had changed some time ago as well; the pale pink robe over her gown was tied loosely about her waist and was embroidered with small vines of ivy. Her feet were slippered and her hair was halfway tied back, though left flowing down her back. She folded the letter absently and lowered the fletching to her lap. “Pia, darling… come sit. You’re making me anxious and I’m not the anxious sort.”
But the commotion outside drew her attention and she looked at the door as Evie shoved it aside carrying one of their uncle’s signature Oenochoe’s. Theo’s brow raised and she laughed at her cousin’s mischievousness before standing to go help her; the fletching and letter forgotten in her place. “Oh, you wicked girl… we must drink it all and then leave it for him to find tomorrow..”
There was no love lost between her and her Uncle. Fotios was easily the worst sort of man she knew, made worse in her mind in the last few days. She would feel no guilt in drinking his wine. In fact, she would have two glasses and toast to his misfortune in losing it.
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Theo had arrived a couple of hours before when she’d received the message arranging the secretive meeting of Leventi women. Like a coven, they all seemed to converge when big events unfolded in each other's lives. Honestly, when Pia had been married, she secretly felt starved of the tradition as it was all done in so much haste, they couldn’t even attend the wedding. But tomorrow she would be made queen and such a magnanimous occasion deserved a meeting of the original six. Imma was still far too young to be meeting at all hours of the night, so she’d been left behind. Dafni was old enough now, but there was something unfamiliar about inviting her as so many of their meetings had been carried out without her.
Unlike Evie, Theo and her sisters needed no diversion. Tonight their sister would be queen and she would need preparations to be made above and beyond that of what servants could attend to. She would need mental and emotional stability. Familiarity and a steady force to guide her. And Theo felt as if she’d hardly seen her sister since the night the king was beheaded.
There was a time not so long ago that Theo would have envied her role. So lost in the idea of power, she’d had her mark set on Zacharias, Vangelis, of Kotas, and even Elias of Stravos. From an early age, all the girls had been made aware of their lot in life. To marry well and for power and wealth. Love had never been a consideration. Well. It had been. For them to mock and laugh at. For them to point fun at those who fell victim to it and married below their station or standard because of desire that would surely fade over time. But the Gods are funny sometimes. Theo was the first in line to laugh. ...And then she’d met Emilios. Now, matched to one of the most powerful men in Taengea, she could think of nothing she wanted more than to marry someone with no lands.. No titles… and no prospects. The younger son of a baron had stolen her heart and she’d been made the biggest hypocrite.
So she no longer envied Pia her crown. In a way, she pitied her for it. She hoped in time she would find love with Stephanos so she would know what it felt like. ...But Stephanos was known for his transgressions; Pia herself being one of them at one time. For her sake, she prayed that she could have both. Love and the crown.
Ever the stalwart sister; calm to a fault when the situation had little to do with her, she sat comfortably on a sofa with her leg bent beneath her as she read a letter and traced a fletching against her cheek. Its stiff feathers were beginning to fray; becoming furry against her face and soft as down. It had been a habit she’d had since she was young and one she’d not likely break anytime soon. But these fletchings were unique. Brought back from his travels, Emilios had gifted them to her just before hell broke loose in the Leventi manor. And after Achilleas had carried her back to the main house, she’d not seen him again. No letter. No secret meetings. She’d been in Serenn until a few days ago and the wait had been almost unbearable.
After speaking to Georgios, she carried on as if nothing was amiss as he’d made it quite clear she needed to rearrange her priorities. But doing so was far more difficult than one thought. She couldn’t think of Achilleas in any way more than a friend from the past and the brother of the man she loved. Even the idea that he was now third in line for the throne had little appeal. And perhaps she could talk to Pia about it, but now just didn’t seem the right time. The weight of the entire kingdom was on her shoulders and tomorrow they would add a crown to it. The last thing her sister needed was to be burdened by Theo’s tragic tale of woe. Perhaps next week.. When the crowds had forgotten...when the crown didn’t feel so heavy and when the temple tour was completed she could come to her sister.. Make her request upon her as the new queen. After all, what good would it do to have a sister as queen if not for a few perks and pulled strings??
She glanced up to watch Pia pace in her night clothes. Theo had changed some time ago as well; the pale pink robe over her gown was tied loosely about her waist and was embroidered with small vines of ivy. Her feet were slippered and her hair was halfway tied back, though left flowing down her back. She folded the letter absently and lowered the fletching to her lap. “Pia, darling… come sit. You’re making me anxious and I’m not the anxious sort.”
But the commotion outside drew her attention and she looked at the door as Evie shoved it aside carrying one of their uncle’s signature Oenochoe’s. Theo’s brow raised and she laughed at her cousin’s mischievousness before standing to go help her; the fletching and letter forgotten in her place. “Oh, you wicked girl… we must drink it all and then leave it for him to find tomorrow..”
There was no love lost between her and her Uncle. Fotios was easily the worst sort of man she knew, made worse in her mind in the last few days. She would feel no guilt in drinking his wine. In fact, she would have two glasses and toast to his misfortune in losing it.
Theo had arrived a couple of hours before when she’d received the message arranging the secretive meeting of Leventi women. Like a coven, they all seemed to converge when big events unfolded in each other's lives. Honestly, when Pia had been married, she secretly felt starved of the tradition as it was all done in so much haste, they couldn’t even attend the wedding. But tomorrow she would be made queen and such a magnanimous occasion deserved a meeting of the original six. Imma was still far too young to be meeting at all hours of the night, so she’d been left behind. Dafni was old enough now, but there was something unfamiliar about inviting her as so many of their meetings had been carried out without her.
Unlike Evie, Theo and her sisters needed no diversion. Tonight their sister would be queen and she would need preparations to be made above and beyond that of what servants could attend to. She would need mental and emotional stability. Familiarity and a steady force to guide her. And Theo felt as if she’d hardly seen her sister since the night the king was beheaded.
There was a time not so long ago that Theo would have envied her role. So lost in the idea of power, she’d had her mark set on Zacharias, Vangelis, of Kotas, and even Elias of Stravos. From an early age, all the girls had been made aware of their lot in life. To marry well and for power and wealth. Love had never been a consideration. Well. It had been. For them to mock and laugh at. For them to point fun at those who fell victim to it and married below their station or standard because of desire that would surely fade over time. But the Gods are funny sometimes. Theo was the first in line to laugh. ...And then she’d met Emilios. Now, matched to one of the most powerful men in Taengea, she could think of nothing she wanted more than to marry someone with no lands.. No titles… and no prospects. The younger son of a baron had stolen her heart and she’d been made the biggest hypocrite.
So she no longer envied Pia her crown. In a way, she pitied her for it. She hoped in time she would find love with Stephanos so she would know what it felt like. ...But Stephanos was known for his transgressions; Pia herself being one of them at one time. For her sake, she prayed that she could have both. Love and the crown.
Ever the stalwart sister; calm to a fault when the situation had little to do with her, she sat comfortably on a sofa with her leg bent beneath her as she read a letter and traced a fletching against her cheek. Its stiff feathers were beginning to fray; becoming furry against her face and soft as down. It had been a habit she’d had since she was young and one she’d not likely break anytime soon. But these fletchings were unique. Brought back from his travels, Emilios had gifted them to her just before hell broke loose in the Leventi manor. And after Achilleas had carried her back to the main house, she’d not seen him again. No letter. No secret meetings. She’d been in Serenn until a few days ago and the wait had been almost unbearable.
After speaking to Georgios, she carried on as if nothing was amiss as he’d made it quite clear she needed to rearrange her priorities. But doing so was far more difficult than one thought. She couldn’t think of Achilleas in any way more than a friend from the past and the brother of the man she loved. Even the idea that he was now third in line for the throne had little appeal. And perhaps she could talk to Pia about it, but now just didn’t seem the right time. The weight of the entire kingdom was on her shoulders and tomorrow they would add a crown to it. The last thing her sister needed was to be burdened by Theo’s tragic tale of woe. Perhaps next week.. When the crowds had forgotten...when the crown didn’t feel so heavy and when the temple tour was completed she could come to her sister.. Make her request upon her as the new queen. After all, what good would it do to have a sister as queen if not for a few perks and pulled strings??
She glanced up to watch Pia pace in her night clothes. Theo had changed some time ago as well; the pale pink robe over her gown was tied loosely about her waist and was embroidered with small vines of ivy. Her feet were slippered and her hair was halfway tied back, though left flowing down her back. She folded the letter absently and lowered the fletching to her lap. “Pia, darling… come sit. You’re making me anxious and I’m not the anxious sort.”
But the commotion outside drew her attention and she looked at the door as Evie shoved it aside carrying one of their uncle’s signature Oenochoe’s. Theo’s brow raised and she laughed at her cousin’s mischievousness before standing to go help her; the fletching and letter forgotten in her place. “Oh, you wicked girl… we must drink it all and then leave it for him to find tomorrow..”
There was no love lost between her and her Uncle. Fotios was easily the worst sort of man she knew, made worse in her mind in the last few days. She would feel no guilt in drinking his wine. In fact, she would have two glasses and toast to his misfortune in losing it.
Desma had remained by Pia's side until the end of the coronation, but thereafter she had excused herself from her sweet Pia's presence on account that she brought the wrong sandals. A warm smile would follow, but then she would hobble away leaving Pia in the presence of her peers.
When the woman returned her smile had withered with concern, her lips making a thin line as she tried to discern whether now was the right time to tell her sweet Pia what she had uncovered. Her gaze swept around to the other women, questionably. Had one of these harlots slept with the Onion, who was an eye soar to all, and would make the woman of the hearth surely cry?
She heard Pia's laugh and saw her expression of joy. She couldn't break the woman's heart just yet. She pulled out the simple sandals, giving the woman reassuring smile that comfort was on it's way. She rather care for an eggplant than a smelly onion any day.
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Desma had remained by Pia's side until the end of the coronation, but thereafter she had excused herself from her sweet Pia's presence on account that she brought the wrong sandals. A warm smile would follow, but then she would hobble away leaving Pia in the presence of her peers.
When the woman returned her smile had withered with concern, her lips making a thin line as she tried to discern whether now was the right time to tell her sweet Pia what she had uncovered. Her gaze swept around to the other women, questionably. Had one of these harlots slept with the Onion, who was an eye soar to all, and would make the woman of the hearth surely cry?
She heard Pia's laugh and saw her expression of joy. She couldn't break the woman's heart just yet. She pulled out the simple sandals, giving the woman reassuring smile that comfort was on it's way. She rather care for an eggplant than a smelly onion any day.
Desma had remained by Pia's side until the end of the coronation, but thereafter she had excused herself from her sweet Pia's presence on account that she brought the wrong sandals. A warm smile would follow, but then she would hobble away leaving Pia in the presence of her peers.
When the woman returned her smile had withered with concern, her lips making a thin line as she tried to discern whether now was the right time to tell her sweet Pia what she had uncovered. Her gaze swept around to the other women, questionably. Had one of these harlots slept with the Onion, who was an eye soar to all, and would make the woman of the hearth surely cry?
She heard Pia's laugh and saw her expression of joy. She couldn't break the woman's heart just yet. She pulled out the simple sandals, giving the woman reassuring smile that comfort was on it's way. She rather care for an eggplant than a smelly onion any day.
When Evie had suggested that the girl’s get together for an impromptu party for Pia, Selene could not believe that she hadn’t thought of it herself. Usually, she would have already had all the plans in place, would have been the one who arranged the exits for all the girls and would have planned a night to remember. A bit of guilt gnawed at her gut, wondering how she could have been so wrapped up in her own worries that she didn’t think to do this for her sweet sister in the first place. The gifts had already been given, the two close sisters already enjoying their private reunion. Now, Selene tried her best to pick up the slack she had created when she forgot to celebrate Pia’s new title.
She was a horrible sister, indeed.
As soon as her cousin suggested the party, Selene took it upon herself to make sure that they would have plenty of food to share among the girls. She went a little ahead of Theo, working with the kitchens to make sure that they had plenty of pastries and platters to enjoy. They weren’t exactly happy with the extra work, but she was able to coax them into it, regardless of the work they would have to do for the next day.
Wrapped in a robe of deep peacock, she quickly entered the room, directing the slaves behind her where to put the food before they left. She had made a point to pile the sweets just as high as the savory pies and meats, her own weakness for sugar apparent as she popped a grape into her mouth. “I think I’ve covered everything.” She said, spinning to watch the slaves leave, which happened to be the same moment in which Evie arrived. The blonde shook her head, laughing a bit. “I’m surprised the wine isn’t under lock and key.” She teased, watching as Theo moved to help her.
Selene focused on Pia instead, preparing a plate of food for the Queen to eat. “I was able to convince the cook from home to prepare your favorite, Pea. Would you like some?” She asked from across the room. Her smile was bright, and for the first time in a few weeks, she felt happy.
It was a nice change.
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When Evie had suggested that the girl’s get together for an impromptu party for Pia, Selene could not believe that she hadn’t thought of it herself. Usually, she would have already had all the plans in place, would have been the one who arranged the exits for all the girls and would have planned a night to remember. A bit of guilt gnawed at her gut, wondering how she could have been so wrapped up in her own worries that she didn’t think to do this for her sweet sister in the first place. The gifts had already been given, the two close sisters already enjoying their private reunion. Now, Selene tried her best to pick up the slack she had created when she forgot to celebrate Pia’s new title.
She was a horrible sister, indeed.
As soon as her cousin suggested the party, Selene took it upon herself to make sure that they would have plenty of food to share among the girls. She went a little ahead of Theo, working with the kitchens to make sure that they had plenty of pastries and platters to enjoy. They weren’t exactly happy with the extra work, but she was able to coax them into it, regardless of the work they would have to do for the next day.
Wrapped in a robe of deep peacock, she quickly entered the room, directing the slaves behind her where to put the food before they left. She had made a point to pile the sweets just as high as the savory pies and meats, her own weakness for sugar apparent as she popped a grape into her mouth. “I think I’ve covered everything.” She said, spinning to watch the slaves leave, which happened to be the same moment in which Evie arrived. The blonde shook her head, laughing a bit. “I’m surprised the wine isn’t under lock and key.” She teased, watching as Theo moved to help her.
Selene focused on Pia instead, preparing a plate of food for the Queen to eat. “I was able to convince the cook from home to prepare your favorite, Pea. Would you like some?” She asked from across the room. Her smile was bright, and for the first time in a few weeks, she felt happy.
It was a nice change.
When Evie had suggested that the girl’s get together for an impromptu party for Pia, Selene could not believe that she hadn’t thought of it herself. Usually, she would have already had all the plans in place, would have been the one who arranged the exits for all the girls and would have planned a night to remember. A bit of guilt gnawed at her gut, wondering how she could have been so wrapped up in her own worries that she didn’t think to do this for her sweet sister in the first place. The gifts had already been given, the two close sisters already enjoying their private reunion. Now, Selene tried her best to pick up the slack she had created when she forgot to celebrate Pia’s new title.
She was a horrible sister, indeed.
As soon as her cousin suggested the party, Selene took it upon herself to make sure that they would have plenty of food to share among the girls. She went a little ahead of Theo, working with the kitchens to make sure that they had plenty of pastries and platters to enjoy. They weren’t exactly happy with the extra work, but she was able to coax them into it, regardless of the work they would have to do for the next day.
Wrapped in a robe of deep peacock, she quickly entered the room, directing the slaves behind her where to put the food before they left. She had made a point to pile the sweets just as high as the savory pies and meats, her own weakness for sugar apparent as she popped a grape into her mouth. “I think I’ve covered everything.” She said, spinning to watch the slaves leave, which happened to be the same moment in which Evie arrived. The blonde shook her head, laughing a bit. “I’m surprised the wine isn’t under lock and key.” She teased, watching as Theo moved to help her.
Selene focused on Pia instead, preparing a plate of food for the Queen to eat. “I was able to convince the cook from home to prepare your favorite, Pea. Would you like some?” She asked from across the room. Her smile was bright, and for the first time in a few weeks, she felt happy.
It was a nice change.
While the Leventi sisters lounged in comfortable leisure, Nana took it upon herself to do the slave work: and by 'work', it meant fussing with the retainers. No matter how many times they reassured her that the Queen mother would have everything under control the day after, yet the naive Leventi wouldn't hear it! Today was the last day Olympia would ever be her sister, for Queens and Kings were considered deities after coronation and ties with their Houses severed. Plus, her hair was in disarray! The smallest of strands needed to be primed and curled but not too much that it would look as if it were coiled, it wasn't that Nana thought less of royal care, she just wanted to do something for Pia before she was crowned. The blonde seldom had the site of an average noble Taengean, but she did acknowledge the Laws of the Land... well, some parts. And Pia, Pia must look her best!
It was an understatement to claim that Nana was a bit anxious, she didn't bother to send her sister letters nor check in on her and her pregnancy. She also didn't keep in touch with Selene or Theodora as much as she wanted, but she was busy with her own tasks such as being unwillingly forced to tag along with Imma to her art academy and attempting to spend time with their cousin Evangelina. There were times where she skimped on those responsibilities in order to take care of herself, but it was for good reason. Thankfully Evangelina or Evie as they all called her planned a get-together for them with the exception of Lord Fotios' daughters. The five daughters of Georgios and Evelli always had get-togethers for important events in their lives so it was a bit odd for Evie to plan one when it didn't need planning, but it would be nice having her join in. Nana used to pester her sister's all of the time for the get-togethers, planning one when she received a new dress, discovered a 'new' scent, or even when she lost a sandal or two! She was met with scoffs and teasing, but it never stopped her from hounding them with new events. With betrothals and promises surrounding their House, the twenty one year old wanted nothing more than to try and show that she cared for them despite the grueling weeks before. And perhaps,the self-inflicted pressure did get to her nerves?
With clean water in a lone clay pot,the servants placed it on the table and dipped their heads towards the young woman's direction,thus taking their leave. Nana wrapped her hand around the handle, not realizing that a servant was close to taking it from her. The servant's dirt filled nails clasped around a shrieking Nana's hand. "Ah!" She cried, reeling her hand back in disgust. "Go, shoo, you're dismissed!" In the utmost of embarrassment, the retainer muttered apologies with bows before scurrying away.
Unbelievable, how dare she try to do snatch the pot away? Were they trying to steal her chance from doing right by her sisters? How inconsiderate.
Nana rarely snapped at servants, she would chastise them, but never a cry or anger fueled shout. Still, apologizing never crossed her mind as she looked down.
Extending her palm, she scanned the back of her hand in hopes that there wasn't a smidgen nor smudge. Satisfied, she picked the pot up and began her journey back to her sisters. Hopefully, Pia was no longer lingering at the terrace.
Her brown eyes spotted a familiar duo entering the chamber: Evie and her handmaid Beth. Now that they've arrived, the get-together has officially started. With a nod directed towards Beth, she grinned and patted Evie on the shoulder upon entering. "Dearest Evie, glad you could make it!" The blonde exclaimed, sauntering over to the bed with the pottery in hand. The linens were placed on the bed, with the owner unknowingly right beside it, instilling a small tinge of nerves within. She had never done anyone's hair except for her own and never allowed anyone to touch her hair when she turned fourteen. Confidence came easy to Nana, but the Gods may not find favour with her if she messed up...
"Selene, is that Petimezi?" She inquired as she sat on the bed near the upcoming Queen of Taengea, noticing the table of pastries and meats. Her own attire consisted of a light blue robe, with a white chiton underneath.
Leaning over, she gathered Olympia's hair and placed her locks in the clay pot. Letting it sit there, her eyes averted to Evie whilst her sisters asked about the wine vase. "And where is your robe~?"
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While the Leventi sisters lounged in comfortable leisure, Nana took it upon herself to do the slave work: and by 'work', it meant fussing with the retainers. No matter how many times they reassured her that the Queen mother would have everything under control the day after, yet the naive Leventi wouldn't hear it! Today was the last day Olympia would ever be her sister, for Queens and Kings were considered deities after coronation and ties with their Houses severed. Plus, her hair was in disarray! The smallest of strands needed to be primed and curled but not too much that it would look as if it were coiled, it wasn't that Nana thought less of royal care, she just wanted to do something for Pia before she was crowned. The blonde seldom had the site of an average noble Taengean, but she did acknowledge the Laws of the Land... well, some parts. And Pia, Pia must look her best!
It was an understatement to claim that Nana was a bit anxious, she didn't bother to send her sister letters nor check in on her and her pregnancy. She also didn't keep in touch with Selene or Theodora as much as she wanted, but she was busy with her own tasks such as being unwillingly forced to tag along with Imma to her art academy and attempting to spend time with their cousin Evangelina. There were times where she skimped on those responsibilities in order to take care of herself, but it was for good reason. Thankfully Evangelina or Evie as they all called her planned a get-together for them with the exception of Lord Fotios' daughters. The five daughters of Georgios and Evelli always had get-togethers for important events in their lives so it was a bit odd for Evie to plan one when it didn't need planning, but it would be nice having her join in. Nana used to pester her sister's all of the time for the get-togethers, planning one when she received a new dress, discovered a 'new' scent, or even when she lost a sandal or two! She was met with scoffs and teasing, but it never stopped her from hounding them with new events. With betrothals and promises surrounding their House, the twenty one year old wanted nothing more than to try and show that she cared for them despite the grueling weeks before. And perhaps,the self-inflicted pressure did get to her nerves?
With clean water in a lone clay pot,the servants placed it on the table and dipped their heads towards the young woman's direction,thus taking their leave. Nana wrapped her hand around the handle, not realizing that a servant was close to taking it from her. The servant's dirt filled nails clasped around a shrieking Nana's hand. "Ah!" She cried, reeling her hand back in disgust. "Go, shoo, you're dismissed!" In the utmost of embarrassment, the retainer muttered apologies with bows before scurrying away.
Unbelievable, how dare she try to do snatch the pot away? Were they trying to steal her chance from doing right by her sisters? How inconsiderate.
Nana rarely snapped at servants, she would chastise them, but never a cry or anger fueled shout. Still, apologizing never crossed her mind as she looked down.
Extending her palm, she scanned the back of her hand in hopes that there wasn't a smidgen nor smudge. Satisfied, she picked the pot up and began her journey back to her sisters. Hopefully, Pia was no longer lingering at the terrace.
Her brown eyes spotted a familiar duo entering the chamber: Evie and her handmaid Beth. Now that they've arrived, the get-together has officially started. With a nod directed towards Beth, she grinned and patted Evie on the shoulder upon entering. "Dearest Evie, glad you could make it!" The blonde exclaimed, sauntering over to the bed with the pottery in hand. The linens were placed on the bed, with the owner unknowingly right beside it, instilling a small tinge of nerves within. She had never done anyone's hair except for her own and never allowed anyone to touch her hair when she turned fourteen. Confidence came easy to Nana, but the Gods may not find favour with her if she messed up...
"Selene, is that Petimezi?" She inquired as she sat on the bed near the upcoming Queen of Taengea, noticing the table of pastries and meats. Her own attire consisted of a light blue robe, with a white chiton underneath.
Leaning over, she gathered Olympia's hair and placed her locks in the clay pot. Letting it sit there, her eyes averted to Evie whilst her sisters asked about the wine vase. "And where is your robe~?"
While the Leventi sisters lounged in comfortable leisure, Nana took it upon herself to do the slave work: and by 'work', it meant fussing with the retainers. No matter how many times they reassured her that the Queen mother would have everything under control the day after, yet the naive Leventi wouldn't hear it! Today was the last day Olympia would ever be her sister, for Queens and Kings were considered deities after coronation and ties with their Houses severed. Plus, her hair was in disarray! The smallest of strands needed to be primed and curled but not too much that it would look as if it were coiled, it wasn't that Nana thought less of royal care, she just wanted to do something for Pia before she was crowned. The blonde seldom had the site of an average noble Taengean, but she did acknowledge the Laws of the Land... well, some parts. And Pia, Pia must look her best!
It was an understatement to claim that Nana was a bit anxious, she didn't bother to send her sister letters nor check in on her and her pregnancy. She also didn't keep in touch with Selene or Theodora as much as she wanted, but she was busy with her own tasks such as being unwillingly forced to tag along with Imma to her art academy and attempting to spend time with their cousin Evangelina. There were times where she skimped on those responsibilities in order to take care of herself, but it was for good reason. Thankfully Evangelina or Evie as they all called her planned a get-together for them with the exception of Lord Fotios' daughters. The five daughters of Georgios and Evelli always had get-togethers for important events in their lives so it was a bit odd for Evie to plan one when it didn't need planning, but it would be nice having her join in. Nana used to pester her sister's all of the time for the get-togethers, planning one when she received a new dress, discovered a 'new' scent, or even when she lost a sandal or two! She was met with scoffs and teasing, but it never stopped her from hounding them with new events. With betrothals and promises surrounding their House, the twenty one year old wanted nothing more than to try and show that she cared for them despite the grueling weeks before. And perhaps,the self-inflicted pressure did get to her nerves?
With clean water in a lone clay pot,the servants placed it on the table and dipped their heads towards the young woman's direction,thus taking their leave. Nana wrapped her hand around the handle, not realizing that a servant was close to taking it from her. The servant's dirt filled nails clasped around a shrieking Nana's hand. "Ah!" She cried, reeling her hand back in disgust. "Go, shoo, you're dismissed!" In the utmost of embarrassment, the retainer muttered apologies with bows before scurrying away.
Unbelievable, how dare she try to do snatch the pot away? Were they trying to steal her chance from doing right by her sisters? How inconsiderate.
Nana rarely snapped at servants, she would chastise them, but never a cry or anger fueled shout. Still, apologizing never crossed her mind as she looked down.
Extending her palm, she scanned the back of her hand in hopes that there wasn't a smidgen nor smudge. Satisfied, she picked the pot up and began her journey back to her sisters. Hopefully, Pia was no longer lingering at the terrace.
Her brown eyes spotted a familiar duo entering the chamber: Evie and her handmaid Beth. Now that they've arrived, the get-together has officially started. With a nod directed towards Beth, she grinned and patted Evie on the shoulder upon entering. "Dearest Evie, glad you could make it!" The blonde exclaimed, sauntering over to the bed with the pottery in hand. The linens were placed on the bed, with the owner unknowingly right beside it, instilling a small tinge of nerves within. She had never done anyone's hair except for her own and never allowed anyone to touch her hair when she turned fourteen. Confidence came easy to Nana, but the Gods may not find favour with her if she messed up...
"Selene, is that Petimezi?" She inquired as she sat on the bed near the upcoming Queen of Taengea, noticing the table of pastries and meats. Her own attire consisted of a light blue robe, with a white chiton underneath.
Leaning over, she gathered Olympia's hair and placed her locks in the clay pot. Letting it sit there, her eyes averted to Evie whilst her sisters asked about the wine vase. "And where is your robe~?"
Have you ever walked into a room and it exploded in warmth? Not from the temperature in the room, though that had happened too on occasion, from the warmth that spread from those inside the room? When the door opened and the faces of her cousins met hers she felt like her heart was full. It took her a moment to realize she was just standing there soaking up the warmth. Maybe it was Pia’s arms enveloping her that snapped her out of her moment. The taller woman pushed Evie to arm’s length taking a better look at the familiar vase in her grasp.
‘What have you done? That looks suspiciously like a barrel that Father and Uncle Fotios enjoy.’ There was mock disapproval on her face but the mirth in Pia’s voice and the laugh that bubbled forth told an entirely different story. Theo was standing there now too, her brow raised, ‘Oh, you wicked girl… we must drink it all and then leave it for him to find tomorrow..’ Evie’s smile spread a little wider, Theo wasn’t the only one who’d lose no sleep over robbing their uncle of special poppy wine. Passing the oenochoe to Theo to let her help herself as she moved towards the bed with Pia, "Help yourself..."
Desma’s gaze swept over the ladies causing a small tingle down Evie’s spine. Pia’s watchdog made her nervous - she didn’t worry about Byrony simply because Byrony had been just as much an instrument in this mischief as she’d been but Desma… she hoped the woman wasn’t the sort to report back to Fotios.
Breaking away from Pia, Evie’s gaze fell on Selene and softened as the now world traveler cousin of hers spun around watching the slaves depart. Rushing forward without thought, she hugged Selene. “I am so glad you are back, you’ll make everything complete as we celebrate Pia’s fortune.” She laughed, and pulled away enough to smile as Selene spoke, ‘I’m surprised the wine isn’t under lock and key.’
“Are you kidding, uncle’s household has been so busy with cleaning from top to bottom, it was a matter of simply waiting until they decided to clean the cabinet. I suspect he’s expecting someone he’s hoping to impress, they are pulling out all of their stops with the cleaning.” Biting her bottom lip she moved to pour a glass of the wine for herself.
‘Dearest Evie, glad you could make it!’ Lifting the wine up to her lips, she paused to stare at Nana from over the brim. She was glad Evie could make it? Evie had been the one to arrange it. Wasn’t that a bit like organizing a party and not showing up to it? Blinking, she took a sip of the stronger poppy wine, letting it rest on her tongue before she swallowed it. It really was good. It did make her wonder why her father and her uncles didn’t share it more frequently.
‘And where is your robe~?’ She darted another bemused look at Nana. A robe. Her eyes widened and she raised her hand to cover her mouth and laughed. “Oops. I knew I was forgetting something. I got a little distracted with the wine and getting it out undetected and without breaking anything… I didn’t quite manage that… But… the wine made it?!”
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Have you ever walked into a room and it exploded in warmth? Not from the temperature in the room, though that had happened too on occasion, from the warmth that spread from those inside the room? When the door opened and the faces of her cousins met hers she felt like her heart was full. It took her a moment to realize she was just standing there soaking up the warmth. Maybe it was Pia’s arms enveloping her that snapped her out of her moment. The taller woman pushed Evie to arm’s length taking a better look at the familiar vase in her grasp.
‘What have you done? That looks suspiciously like a barrel that Father and Uncle Fotios enjoy.’ There was mock disapproval on her face but the mirth in Pia’s voice and the laugh that bubbled forth told an entirely different story. Theo was standing there now too, her brow raised, ‘Oh, you wicked girl… we must drink it all and then leave it for him to find tomorrow..’ Evie’s smile spread a little wider, Theo wasn’t the only one who’d lose no sleep over robbing their uncle of special poppy wine. Passing the oenochoe to Theo to let her help herself as she moved towards the bed with Pia, "Help yourself..."
Desma’s gaze swept over the ladies causing a small tingle down Evie’s spine. Pia’s watchdog made her nervous - she didn’t worry about Byrony simply because Byrony had been just as much an instrument in this mischief as she’d been but Desma… she hoped the woman wasn’t the sort to report back to Fotios.
Breaking away from Pia, Evie’s gaze fell on Selene and softened as the now world traveler cousin of hers spun around watching the slaves depart. Rushing forward without thought, she hugged Selene. “I am so glad you are back, you’ll make everything complete as we celebrate Pia’s fortune.” She laughed, and pulled away enough to smile as Selene spoke, ‘I’m surprised the wine isn’t under lock and key.’
“Are you kidding, uncle’s household has been so busy with cleaning from top to bottom, it was a matter of simply waiting until they decided to clean the cabinet. I suspect he’s expecting someone he’s hoping to impress, they are pulling out all of their stops with the cleaning.” Biting her bottom lip she moved to pour a glass of the wine for herself.
‘Dearest Evie, glad you could make it!’ Lifting the wine up to her lips, she paused to stare at Nana from over the brim. She was glad Evie could make it? Evie had been the one to arrange it. Wasn’t that a bit like organizing a party and not showing up to it? Blinking, she took a sip of the stronger poppy wine, letting it rest on her tongue before she swallowed it. It really was good. It did make her wonder why her father and her uncles didn’t share it more frequently.
‘And where is your robe~?’ She darted another bemused look at Nana. A robe. Her eyes widened and she raised her hand to cover her mouth and laughed. “Oops. I knew I was forgetting something. I got a little distracted with the wine and getting it out undetected and without breaking anything… I didn’t quite manage that… But… the wine made it?!”
Have you ever walked into a room and it exploded in warmth? Not from the temperature in the room, though that had happened too on occasion, from the warmth that spread from those inside the room? When the door opened and the faces of her cousins met hers she felt like her heart was full. It took her a moment to realize she was just standing there soaking up the warmth. Maybe it was Pia’s arms enveloping her that snapped her out of her moment. The taller woman pushed Evie to arm’s length taking a better look at the familiar vase in her grasp.
‘What have you done? That looks suspiciously like a barrel that Father and Uncle Fotios enjoy.’ There was mock disapproval on her face but the mirth in Pia’s voice and the laugh that bubbled forth told an entirely different story. Theo was standing there now too, her brow raised, ‘Oh, you wicked girl… we must drink it all and then leave it for him to find tomorrow..’ Evie’s smile spread a little wider, Theo wasn’t the only one who’d lose no sleep over robbing their uncle of special poppy wine. Passing the oenochoe to Theo to let her help herself as she moved towards the bed with Pia, "Help yourself..."
Desma’s gaze swept over the ladies causing a small tingle down Evie’s spine. Pia’s watchdog made her nervous - she didn’t worry about Byrony simply because Byrony had been just as much an instrument in this mischief as she’d been but Desma… she hoped the woman wasn’t the sort to report back to Fotios.
Breaking away from Pia, Evie’s gaze fell on Selene and softened as the now world traveler cousin of hers spun around watching the slaves depart. Rushing forward without thought, she hugged Selene. “I am so glad you are back, you’ll make everything complete as we celebrate Pia’s fortune.” She laughed, and pulled away enough to smile as Selene spoke, ‘I’m surprised the wine isn’t under lock and key.’
“Are you kidding, uncle’s household has been so busy with cleaning from top to bottom, it was a matter of simply waiting until they decided to clean the cabinet. I suspect he’s expecting someone he’s hoping to impress, they are pulling out all of their stops with the cleaning.” Biting her bottom lip she moved to pour a glass of the wine for herself.
‘Dearest Evie, glad you could make it!’ Lifting the wine up to her lips, she paused to stare at Nana from over the brim. She was glad Evie could make it? Evie had been the one to arrange it. Wasn’t that a bit like organizing a party and not showing up to it? Blinking, she took a sip of the stronger poppy wine, letting it rest on her tongue before she swallowed it. It really was good. It did make her wonder why her father and her uncles didn’t share it more frequently.
‘And where is your robe~?’ She darted another bemused look at Nana. A robe. Her eyes widened and she raised her hand to cover her mouth and laughed. “Oops. I knew I was forgetting something. I got a little distracted with the wine and getting it out undetected and without breaking anything… I didn’t quite manage that… But… the wine made it?!”
Once hugs had been exchanged Olympia returned to the bed as Theo had directed, sitting before Nana to allow the younger girl to begin her experiments on her hair. Of all of the sisters the second youngest had the most interest in fashion and how to make one's features and especially hair look the best. Reaching out to take Evie's hand as her cousin sat beside her, she gave it a squeeze to save her from Nana's remarks. As queen she had plenty of things now, things she would be more than happy to share and show off if she was being honest. The middle of the Leventi girls had risen highest of them all.
"Take one of mine Evie, there are plenty in there that I've yet to even wear. I think there is a green one that would look lovely on you."
Gesturing to the wardrobe, she gave a nod to Desma as a sign that the older slave should allow her cousin the pick of the pieces within. As much as she adored the older woman, her protective nature could sometimes come across as terse and if she wasn't much mistaken Evie was a bit frightened of her glares. She turned her gaze and as much of her head as Nana would allow to Selene with a bright grin, she'd already caught a whiff of a familiar dish that she loved, and craved even more now she was with child. The eldest of the Leventi's was truly a blessing, and Pia's heart hurt at the thought of ever losing her to a marriage across the sea. That was what they were here for though. To be married to the highest ranking men they could match with.
"I can tell, it feels as if he's kicking to try to get at it himself!"
Pia laughed and placed both hands over her stomach to try to calm the babe within. She'd noticed certain things and even certain hours of the day tended to be more active, and she took it as even more sign that she was carrying a boy that it was when there was food and excitement about that he seemed to wake. Extending her hands she reached to beckon all of the women into the room closer to her. She wanted to surround herself with the warmth and love that radiated from them all, wished they could be with her like this always and that they could all live so close and be happy with husbands and children of their own. That would be a dream.
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Once hugs had been exchanged Olympia returned to the bed as Theo had directed, sitting before Nana to allow the younger girl to begin her experiments on her hair. Of all of the sisters the second youngest had the most interest in fashion and how to make one's features and especially hair look the best. Reaching out to take Evie's hand as her cousin sat beside her, she gave it a squeeze to save her from Nana's remarks. As queen she had plenty of things now, things she would be more than happy to share and show off if she was being honest. The middle of the Leventi girls had risen highest of them all.
"Take one of mine Evie, there are plenty in there that I've yet to even wear. I think there is a green one that would look lovely on you."
Gesturing to the wardrobe, she gave a nod to Desma as a sign that the older slave should allow her cousin the pick of the pieces within. As much as she adored the older woman, her protective nature could sometimes come across as terse and if she wasn't much mistaken Evie was a bit frightened of her glares. She turned her gaze and as much of her head as Nana would allow to Selene with a bright grin, she'd already caught a whiff of a familiar dish that she loved, and craved even more now she was with child. The eldest of the Leventi's was truly a blessing, and Pia's heart hurt at the thought of ever losing her to a marriage across the sea. That was what they were here for though. To be married to the highest ranking men they could match with.
"I can tell, it feels as if he's kicking to try to get at it himself!"
Pia laughed and placed both hands over her stomach to try to calm the babe within. She'd noticed certain things and even certain hours of the day tended to be more active, and she took it as even more sign that she was carrying a boy that it was when there was food and excitement about that he seemed to wake. Extending her hands she reached to beckon all of the women into the room closer to her. She wanted to surround herself with the warmth and love that radiated from them all, wished they could be with her like this always and that they could all live so close and be happy with husbands and children of their own. That would be a dream.
Once hugs had been exchanged Olympia returned to the bed as Theo had directed, sitting before Nana to allow the younger girl to begin her experiments on her hair. Of all of the sisters the second youngest had the most interest in fashion and how to make one's features and especially hair look the best. Reaching out to take Evie's hand as her cousin sat beside her, she gave it a squeeze to save her from Nana's remarks. As queen she had plenty of things now, things she would be more than happy to share and show off if she was being honest. The middle of the Leventi girls had risen highest of them all.
"Take one of mine Evie, there are plenty in there that I've yet to even wear. I think there is a green one that would look lovely on you."
Gesturing to the wardrobe, she gave a nod to Desma as a sign that the older slave should allow her cousin the pick of the pieces within. As much as she adored the older woman, her protective nature could sometimes come across as terse and if she wasn't much mistaken Evie was a bit frightened of her glares. She turned her gaze and as much of her head as Nana would allow to Selene with a bright grin, she'd already caught a whiff of a familiar dish that she loved, and craved even more now she was with child. The eldest of the Leventi's was truly a blessing, and Pia's heart hurt at the thought of ever losing her to a marriage across the sea. That was what they were here for though. To be married to the highest ranking men they could match with.
"I can tell, it feels as if he's kicking to try to get at it himself!"
Pia laughed and placed both hands over her stomach to try to calm the babe within. She'd noticed certain things and even certain hours of the day tended to be more active, and she took it as even more sign that she was carrying a boy that it was when there was food and excitement about that he seemed to wake. Extending her hands she reached to beckon all of the women into the room closer to her. She wanted to surround herself with the warmth and love that radiated from them all, wished they could be with her like this always and that they could all live so close and be happy with husbands and children of their own. That would be a dream.
Theo took up the wine from Eva and went to the table of food that was so well laid out by Selene. Setting up several glasses, she poured liberal amounts of the wine in each one and took a moment to hand off a glass to each girl in turn. The task kept her busy as Nana sat to wash Pia’s hair and the other girls gathered about her; providing comfort in those last moments before the weight of the kingdom would be placed on her delicate shoulders.
With chalice in hand, she climbed up on the other side of the bed so she could look down at her younger sister. She curled her feet beneath her and took a liberal sip from the glass. There was no sense in letting such a fine vintage go to waste...even if the smell of wine still made her think briefly of the night of the attack. ...But with enough of it it helped dull the thoughts that filled her head about Emilios.. About his brother and her duty. If she were lucky she would drink enough to crash into oblivion and not wake again until the morning.
She wondered what Emilios was doing right then and if he was thinking of her. Did he miss her as spectacularly as she missed him when he was away? She knew his duty with his legion demanded his presence and she’d been ever the patient lover when he went… but her heart didn’t rest until he came home.. Until she knew he was safe. Surely he would be at the coronation in the morning as it was his cousin receiving the crown. Would he speak to her? Acknowledge her in front of so many people? Should she even do the same?
Theo’s attention was caught as Pia rubbed her tummy. Such a mysterious thing, babies in the womb. She remembered her mother being pregnant with Nana and Imma when she was a child. How her tummy would roll as the girls would somersault inside. How they were sure each time it would be a boy and yet another girl joined them. And when Evelli was done having children her attention focused not on giving birth to an heir, but on marrying them off to the most eligible match from all corners of the earth.
And now one of them would be queen.
She stared at Pia’s stomach for a long while. Were it a boy they would have no concerns about producing heirs. Were it a boy the pressure of every daughter to marry for privilege might be lessened; the burden lifted from their shoulders to do well by their family name. Selene with her intentions to a future king and she with a baron who was as stiff and cold as marble. After a moment, she looked back at Pia and her face shifted from the sad wistfulness that it was prone to default to recently to a half smile with a softness in her eyes for her younger sister. “My I feel?”
With her consent, Theo shifted her cup and slipped closer before resting her free hand on the girl's stomach in anticipation of a kick. How surreal it was that little Pia...once the tagalong little sister with braids in her hair was now pregnant with a baby of her own. ...And before she and Selene. How the Gods seemed to have different plans for everyone it seemed.
After a few long moments and when Theo was ready to give up, she felt a rolling foot and then a jab as if the child decided he wanted no more of her hand on his stomach. She gave a gasp and then laughed at his impudence. Clearly, he was of a mind of his own...but as she would be his aunt, he would be subject to all of her kisses and unwanted affections. And for now, he would have to deal with her hand over his foot as he pawed at her. Her voice was soft as she replied; thinking of Emilios as she spoke. “He is most definitely a Mikaelidas…”
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Theo took up the wine from Eva and went to the table of food that was so well laid out by Selene. Setting up several glasses, she poured liberal amounts of the wine in each one and took a moment to hand off a glass to each girl in turn. The task kept her busy as Nana sat to wash Pia’s hair and the other girls gathered about her; providing comfort in those last moments before the weight of the kingdom would be placed on her delicate shoulders.
With chalice in hand, she climbed up on the other side of the bed so she could look down at her younger sister. She curled her feet beneath her and took a liberal sip from the glass. There was no sense in letting such a fine vintage go to waste...even if the smell of wine still made her think briefly of the night of the attack. ...But with enough of it it helped dull the thoughts that filled her head about Emilios.. About his brother and her duty. If she were lucky she would drink enough to crash into oblivion and not wake again until the morning.
She wondered what Emilios was doing right then and if he was thinking of her. Did he miss her as spectacularly as she missed him when he was away? She knew his duty with his legion demanded his presence and she’d been ever the patient lover when he went… but her heart didn’t rest until he came home.. Until she knew he was safe. Surely he would be at the coronation in the morning as it was his cousin receiving the crown. Would he speak to her? Acknowledge her in front of so many people? Should she even do the same?
Theo’s attention was caught as Pia rubbed her tummy. Such a mysterious thing, babies in the womb. She remembered her mother being pregnant with Nana and Imma when she was a child. How her tummy would roll as the girls would somersault inside. How they were sure each time it would be a boy and yet another girl joined them. And when Evelli was done having children her attention focused not on giving birth to an heir, but on marrying them off to the most eligible match from all corners of the earth.
And now one of them would be queen.
She stared at Pia’s stomach for a long while. Were it a boy they would have no concerns about producing heirs. Were it a boy the pressure of every daughter to marry for privilege might be lessened; the burden lifted from their shoulders to do well by their family name. Selene with her intentions to a future king and she with a baron who was as stiff and cold as marble. After a moment, she looked back at Pia and her face shifted from the sad wistfulness that it was prone to default to recently to a half smile with a softness in her eyes for her younger sister. “My I feel?”
With her consent, Theo shifted her cup and slipped closer before resting her free hand on the girl's stomach in anticipation of a kick. How surreal it was that little Pia...once the tagalong little sister with braids in her hair was now pregnant with a baby of her own. ...And before she and Selene. How the Gods seemed to have different plans for everyone it seemed.
After a few long moments and when Theo was ready to give up, she felt a rolling foot and then a jab as if the child decided he wanted no more of her hand on his stomach. She gave a gasp and then laughed at his impudence. Clearly, he was of a mind of his own...but as she would be his aunt, he would be subject to all of her kisses and unwanted affections. And for now, he would have to deal with her hand over his foot as he pawed at her. Her voice was soft as she replied; thinking of Emilios as she spoke. “He is most definitely a Mikaelidas…”
Theo took up the wine from Eva and went to the table of food that was so well laid out by Selene. Setting up several glasses, she poured liberal amounts of the wine in each one and took a moment to hand off a glass to each girl in turn. The task kept her busy as Nana sat to wash Pia’s hair and the other girls gathered about her; providing comfort in those last moments before the weight of the kingdom would be placed on her delicate shoulders.
With chalice in hand, she climbed up on the other side of the bed so she could look down at her younger sister. She curled her feet beneath her and took a liberal sip from the glass. There was no sense in letting such a fine vintage go to waste...even if the smell of wine still made her think briefly of the night of the attack. ...But with enough of it it helped dull the thoughts that filled her head about Emilios.. About his brother and her duty. If she were lucky she would drink enough to crash into oblivion and not wake again until the morning.
She wondered what Emilios was doing right then and if he was thinking of her. Did he miss her as spectacularly as she missed him when he was away? She knew his duty with his legion demanded his presence and she’d been ever the patient lover when he went… but her heart didn’t rest until he came home.. Until she knew he was safe. Surely he would be at the coronation in the morning as it was his cousin receiving the crown. Would he speak to her? Acknowledge her in front of so many people? Should she even do the same?
Theo’s attention was caught as Pia rubbed her tummy. Such a mysterious thing, babies in the womb. She remembered her mother being pregnant with Nana and Imma when she was a child. How her tummy would roll as the girls would somersault inside. How they were sure each time it would be a boy and yet another girl joined them. And when Evelli was done having children her attention focused not on giving birth to an heir, but on marrying them off to the most eligible match from all corners of the earth.
And now one of them would be queen.
She stared at Pia’s stomach for a long while. Were it a boy they would have no concerns about producing heirs. Were it a boy the pressure of every daughter to marry for privilege might be lessened; the burden lifted from their shoulders to do well by their family name. Selene with her intentions to a future king and she with a baron who was as stiff and cold as marble. After a moment, she looked back at Pia and her face shifted from the sad wistfulness that it was prone to default to recently to a half smile with a softness in her eyes for her younger sister. “My I feel?”
With her consent, Theo shifted her cup and slipped closer before resting her free hand on the girl's stomach in anticipation of a kick. How surreal it was that little Pia...once the tagalong little sister with braids in her hair was now pregnant with a baby of her own. ...And before she and Selene. How the Gods seemed to have different plans for everyone it seemed.
After a few long moments and when Theo was ready to give up, she felt a rolling foot and then a jab as if the child decided he wanted no more of her hand on his stomach. She gave a gasp and then laughed at his impudence. Clearly, he was of a mind of his own...but as she would be his aunt, he would be subject to all of her kisses and unwanted affections. And for now, he would have to deal with her hand over his foot as he pawed at her. Her voice was soft as she replied; thinking of Emilios as she spoke. “He is most definitely a Mikaelidas…”
What excitement and thrill it was for small Imma to be invited to such a party. The hour was late, but she had come along anyway, most likely to prevent a possible fit that she might throw and scene that she could possibly cause at the coronation. She had not been able to attend the wedding of the Queen to be, and her sister, but she was now able to at least party with her, her sisters and her cousin. It was joyous and something that Imma was looking forward to since she found out that she was going to be allowed to attened this late-night party. It was a first for her, she’d been to many sisterly bonding events but never when the hours became so late. She had questioned just about everyone over every fine detail of the event. She hadn’t even painted since she received the invitation.
Her excitement, however, seemed to be her own downfall as she had nowhere to go but down from the high that she was riding. It wasn’t even that late, when the last thing that Imma remembered was laughing about something foolish that someone said. She couldn’t recall exactly what it was, if pressed, but it had been funny, to her at least. From what she recalled. The next thing she knew she was asleep in a corner of the room. The chair that she had been sitting on was pillowed, and though the arm rest was high, Imma managed to fall asleep while leaning against it, her legs pulled underneath her. Her head lolled over the side, but to the girls in attendance it was not such a foreign scene to see Imma sleeping in odd and painful looking ways. Most of the time she didn’t even suffer any stiffness for it either.
She missed as Evangelina entered the room, despite the loudness of the greetings and excitement that was happening all around her. Something that she would absolutely feed off of had she been awake, as she intended to be. If anyone were to guess they might suspect that she would sleep for the entire impromptu party, and no doubt they wouldn’t hear the end of it with questions such as ‘why would you let me sleep?’ ‘I’m sure I asked you to wake me up’ and other such queries.
Thankfully, the aroma of sweets being brought into the room retuned Imma’s consciousness from the realm of dreams to one they all lived in. It was blue eyes that opened immediately, staring at the wall behind her for a few moments which she gathered her thoughts. Imma then lifted her head to find that everyone was here to which she gave ae big smile and tried to push herself forward and only her feet. It was an attempt the vain for she barely managed to sit up fully. Her sleepy mind sorted itself right and she untucked her legs from under her listening to the other girls talk. They were just about to wake her up, she was sure, but she had beaten them too it. It took a silent stretch before Imma was able to rise to her feet and making her way towards the pastries.
With reckless abandon Imma took a pastry and shoved it into her mouth. Had their mother been there she would be quick to remind Imma she was a lady and not some barbarian, however she was not and the youngest of group felt she would be able to get away with such an act without any guilt trips or reprimand.
“How do you know it’s a boy?” came the muffled voice of Imma, food still in her mouth as she plucked hot piece of meat from the tray to have it as seconds. She swallowed and repeated her question again, not mothers to remove the crumbs from her simple purple robe as she turned towards the group on the bed but did not join them. She looked at Pia’s stomach and subconsciously took a half step backwards chewing the meat, half in an attempt to stave off the uneasy look she was about to give, and half to simply enjoy the food that was presented. “I think it’s a girl, and I think you should name her Mmia” Imma announced loudly, making her way over to the bed and sitting on it. The fact that it had the same letters as her name didn’t have anything to do with it. Not at all. When Imma go to the bed she, unsurprisingly, sat next to Theo and did not move to touch the kicking stomach.
“Nana, she doesn’t need her hair washed this early. It will just get dirty. You are so silly sometimes” Imma mused with a giggle. It was true, for her at least. Her hair would have something in it before to coronation began. Paint or some other form of debris in it. Even just occupying a room Imma would find a way to get her hair dirty.
Imma noticed that all the girls were drinking now as well, the unmistakable scent of wine was in the air. She managed to suppress her grin as she tried to casually as “Selene, might I trouble you for a glass of wine?” She was trying to sound casual, and she was doing a pretty good job at it. For her love of arts, preforming arts was not one that she had yet mastered and so, undoubtedly, it came off as though she were trying to put one pass them, in which she was.
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What excitement and thrill it was for small Imma to be invited to such a party. The hour was late, but she had come along anyway, most likely to prevent a possible fit that she might throw and scene that she could possibly cause at the coronation. She had not been able to attend the wedding of the Queen to be, and her sister, but she was now able to at least party with her, her sisters and her cousin. It was joyous and something that Imma was looking forward to since she found out that she was going to be allowed to attened this late-night party. It was a first for her, she’d been to many sisterly bonding events but never when the hours became so late. She had questioned just about everyone over every fine detail of the event. She hadn’t even painted since she received the invitation.
Her excitement, however, seemed to be her own downfall as she had nowhere to go but down from the high that she was riding. It wasn’t even that late, when the last thing that Imma remembered was laughing about something foolish that someone said. She couldn’t recall exactly what it was, if pressed, but it had been funny, to her at least. From what she recalled. The next thing she knew she was asleep in a corner of the room. The chair that she had been sitting on was pillowed, and though the arm rest was high, Imma managed to fall asleep while leaning against it, her legs pulled underneath her. Her head lolled over the side, but to the girls in attendance it was not such a foreign scene to see Imma sleeping in odd and painful looking ways. Most of the time she didn’t even suffer any stiffness for it either.
She missed as Evangelina entered the room, despite the loudness of the greetings and excitement that was happening all around her. Something that she would absolutely feed off of had she been awake, as she intended to be. If anyone were to guess they might suspect that she would sleep for the entire impromptu party, and no doubt they wouldn’t hear the end of it with questions such as ‘why would you let me sleep?’ ‘I’m sure I asked you to wake me up’ and other such queries.
Thankfully, the aroma of sweets being brought into the room retuned Imma’s consciousness from the realm of dreams to one they all lived in. It was blue eyes that opened immediately, staring at the wall behind her for a few moments which she gathered her thoughts. Imma then lifted her head to find that everyone was here to which she gave ae big smile and tried to push herself forward and only her feet. It was an attempt the vain for she barely managed to sit up fully. Her sleepy mind sorted itself right and she untucked her legs from under her listening to the other girls talk. They were just about to wake her up, she was sure, but she had beaten them too it. It took a silent stretch before Imma was able to rise to her feet and making her way towards the pastries.
With reckless abandon Imma took a pastry and shoved it into her mouth. Had their mother been there she would be quick to remind Imma she was a lady and not some barbarian, however she was not and the youngest of group felt she would be able to get away with such an act without any guilt trips or reprimand.
“How do you know it’s a boy?” came the muffled voice of Imma, food still in her mouth as she plucked hot piece of meat from the tray to have it as seconds. She swallowed and repeated her question again, not mothers to remove the crumbs from her simple purple robe as she turned towards the group on the bed but did not join them. She looked at Pia’s stomach and subconsciously took a half step backwards chewing the meat, half in an attempt to stave off the uneasy look she was about to give, and half to simply enjoy the food that was presented. “I think it’s a girl, and I think you should name her Mmia” Imma announced loudly, making her way over to the bed and sitting on it. The fact that it had the same letters as her name didn’t have anything to do with it. Not at all. When Imma go to the bed she, unsurprisingly, sat next to Theo and did not move to touch the kicking stomach.
“Nana, she doesn’t need her hair washed this early. It will just get dirty. You are so silly sometimes” Imma mused with a giggle. It was true, for her at least. Her hair would have something in it before to coronation began. Paint or some other form of debris in it. Even just occupying a room Imma would find a way to get her hair dirty.
Imma noticed that all the girls were drinking now as well, the unmistakable scent of wine was in the air. She managed to suppress her grin as she tried to casually as “Selene, might I trouble you for a glass of wine?” She was trying to sound casual, and she was doing a pretty good job at it. For her love of arts, preforming arts was not one that she had yet mastered and so, undoubtedly, it came off as though she were trying to put one pass them, in which she was.
What excitement and thrill it was for small Imma to be invited to such a party. The hour was late, but she had come along anyway, most likely to prevent a possible fit that she might throw and scene that she could possibly cause at the coronation. She had not been able to attend the wedding of the Queen to be, and her sister, but she was now able to at least party with her, her sisters and her cousin. It was joyous and something that Imma was looking forward to since she found out that she was going to be allowed to attened this late-night party. It was a first for her, she’d been to many sisterly bonding events but never when the hours became so late. She had questioned just about everyone over every fine detail of the event. She hadn’t even painted since she received the invitation.
Her excitement, however, seemed to be her own downfall as she had nowhere to go but down from the high that she was riding. It wasn’t even that late, when the last thing that Imma remembered was laughing about something foolish that someone said. She couldn’t recall exactly what it was, if pressed, but it had been funny, to her at least. From what she recalled. The next thing she knew she was asleep in a corner of the room. The chair that she had been sitting on was pillowed, and though the arm rest was high, Imma managed to fall asleep while leaning against it, her legs pulled underneath her. Her head lolled over the side, but to the girls in attendance it was not such a foreign scene to see Imma sleeping in odd and painful looking ways. Most of the time she didn’t even suffer any stiffness for it either.
She missed as Evangelina entered the room, despite the loudness of the greetings and excitement that was happening all around her. Something that she would absolutely feed off of had she been awake, as she intended to be. If anyone were to guess they might suspect that she would sleep for the entire impromptu party, and no doubt they wouldn’t hear the end of it with questions such as ‘why would you let me sleep?’ ‘I’m sure I asked you to wake me up’ and other such queries.
Thankfully, the aroma of sweets being brought into the room retuned Imma’s consciousness from the realm of dreams to one they all lived in. It was blue eyes that opened immediately, staring at the wall behind her for a few moments which she gathered her thoughts. Imma then lifted her head to find that everyone was here to which she gave ae big smile and tried to push herself forward and only her feet. It was an attempt the vain for she barely managed to sit up fully. Her sleepy mind sorted itself right and she untucked her legs from under her listening to the other girls talk. They were just about to wake her up, she was sure, but she had beaten them too it. It took a silent stretch before Imma was able to rise to her feet and making her way towards the pastries.
With reckless abandon Imma took a pastry and shoved it into her mouth. Had their mother been there she would be quick to remind Imma she was a lady and not some barbarian, however she was not and the youngest of group felt she would be able to get away with such an act without any guilt trips or reprimand.
“How do you know it’s a boy?” came the muffled voice of Imma, food still in her mouth as she plucked hot piece of meat from the tray to have it as seconds. She swallowed and repeated her question again, not mothers to remove the crumbs from her simple purple robe as she turned towards the group on the bed but did not join them. She looked at Pia’s stomach and subconsciously took a half step backwards chewing the meat, half in an attempt to stave off the uneasy look she was about to give, and half to simply enjoy the food that was presented. “I think it’s a girl, and I think you should name her Mmia” Imma announced loudly, making her way over to the bed and sitting on it. The fact that it had the same letters as her name didn’t have anything to do with it. Not at all. When Imma go to the bed she, unsurprisingly, sat next to Theo and did not move to touch the kicking stomach.
“Nana, she doesn’t need her hair washed this early. It will just get dirty. You are so silly sometimes” Imma mused with a giggle. It was true, for her at least. Her hair would have something in it before to coronation began. Paint or some other form of debris in it. Even just occupying a room Imma would find a way to get her hair dirty.
Imma noticed that all the girls were drinking now as well, the unmistakable scent of wine was in the air. She managed to suppress her grin as she tried to casually as “Selene, might I trouble you for a glass of wine?” She was trying to sound casual, and she was doing a pretty good job at it. For her love of arts, preforming arts was not one that she had yet mastered and so, undoubtedly, it came off as though she were trying to put one pass them, in which she was.
Selene had missed this controlled chaos. Having grown up with a gaggle of girls around her constantly, the recent trip spent wholly alone had been lonely. And being home made it even more apparent that she had desperately missed her chaotic family. She missed Imma’s youth and Nana’s ridiculousness. Her and Evie had been closed for cousin, with their shared affection for the horses their family raised. She had missed the eldest two the most, missed their close connection, missed the way their heads would bow together, laughing at a shared joke. It had been most obvious to her that she would miss them all desperately when she made her own match.
But this night was not about her. This was about Pia and celebrating her good fortune and happiness.
So she pushed aside the quiet sorrow in the depths of her heart and instead focused on the joy and laughter. Embracing Evie tightly, Selene went ahead and followed Olympia’s suggestion to pull a robe for their cousin to wear. The eldest gave a gentle smile to Desma, throwing open the doors to pull out the green one she thought her sister had in mind. “Here, slip this on-- you’ll be more comfortable.” She helped her slip it on, closing the doors. An affection pat on her cheek and Selene moved back to the table with the food to hand a plate to Nana. “It is, and I asked the cook to add some pear tarts. And even some duck filled thrion. If we do not eat all of this, there will be hell to pay. Make plates, ladies.” Selene took the time to make one for Pia, filling it with a good combination of sweet and savory before setting it down next to her sister.
She moved away from the table, allowing the rest to step up and help themselves.
Selene poured a glass of wine for her youngest sister, handing it to her with an eye roll. “Even if you wish for a girl, you keep that to yourself, else the Gods may allow your influence on the babe. A boy carries on the family name, will rule the Kingdom and will bring peace to the Kingdom, Imma.” She pressed a kiss to the top of her head, teaching the young girl a lesson she had not yet learned. “A girl will be loved, and cherished, and doted upon. But a mother always wishes for a son, for a son can do things she never could.”
The Leventi girls had never felt the difference of gender, at least not directly. Perhaps Evie did, having the only brother who would inherit it all. But the five sisters never seemed to feel the disappointment that the others may have. Perhaps it was because Georgios was never openly upset with his girls, simply because they were girls. He allowed them their interested and did everything he could to nurture their passions. So while Selene had been dedicated to the horses and stables, Theo chose to focus on more the finer side of managing a Barony. Imma was allowed to paint to her heart's content. They were allowed the freedom from any potential discontent that came from not being ‘good enough’.
They were loved unconditionally. And they thrived because of it.
Which was part of the reason that Imma was so free to wish that the baby moving within Pia was a girl? To her, being a girl was not a weakness. It was a sweet sentiment, if not a little naive.
Selene moved to the group on the bed, pressing a kiss to Theo’s head. “Soon, we will be gathered together to celebrate your own wedding. And, with as handsome as Achilleas is, a child of your own shortly after?” She smiled fondly at the growing family, a little sad that she wasn’t going to get in experience it with them. She would be married, sent to another Kingdom to be a Queen. That was her destiny. And she would have to give all that up, for the honor of her family. That was the fate of a Leventi daughter.
That was why she prayed the babe in Pia’s belly was a boy.
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Selene had missed this controlled chaos. Having grown up with a gaggle of girls around her constantly, the recent trip spent wholly alone had been lonely. And being home made it even more apparent that she had desperately missed her chaotic family. She missed Imma’s youth and Nana’s ridiculousness. Her and Evie had been closed for cousin, with their shared affection for the horses their family raised. She had missed the eldest two the most, missed their close connection, missed the way their heads would bow together, laughing at a shared joke. It had been most obvious to her that she would miss them all desperately when she made her own match.
But this night was not about her. This was about Pia and celebrating her good fortune and happiness.
So she pushed aside the quiet sorrow in the depths of her heart and instead focused on the joy and laughter. Embracing Evie tightly, Selene went ahead and followed Olympia’s suggestion to pull a robe for their cousin to wear. The eldest gave a gentle smile to Desma, throwing open the doors to pull out the green one she thought her sister had in mind. “Here, slip this on-- you’ll be more comfortable.” She helped her slip it on, closing the doors. An affection pat on her cheek and Selene moved back to the table with the food to hand a plate to Nana. “It is, and I asked the cook to add some pear tarts. And even some duck filled thrion. If we do not eat all of this, there will be hell to pay. Make plates, ladies.” Selene took the time to make one for Pia, filling it with a good combination of sweet and savory before setting it down next to her sister.
She moved away from the table, allowing the rest to step up and help themselves.
Selene poured a glass of wine for her youngest sister, handing it to her with an eye roll. “Even if you wish for a girl, you keep that to yourself, else the Gods may allow your influence on the babe. A boy carries on the family name, will rule the Kingdom and will bring peace to the Kingdom, Imma.” She pressed a kiss to the top of her head, teaching the young girl a lesson she had not yet learned. “A girl will be loved, and cherished, and doted upon. But a mother always wishes for a son, for a son can do things she never could.”
The Leventi girls had never felt the difference of gender, at least not directly. Perhaps Evie did, having the only brother who would inherit it all. But the five sisters never seemed to feel the disappointment that the others may have. Perhaps it was because Georgios was never openly upset with his girls, simply because they were girls. He allowed them their interested and did everything he could to nurture their passions. So while Selene had been dedicated to the horses and stables, Theo chose to focus on more the finer side of managing a Barony. Imma was allowed to paint to her heart's content. They were allowed the freedom from any potential discontent that came from not being ‘good enough’.
They were loved unconditionally. And they thrived because of it.
Which was part of the reason that Imma was so free to wish that the baby moving within Pia was a girl? To her, being a girl was not a weakness. It was a sweet sentiment, if not a little naive.
Selene moved to the group on the bed, pressing a kiss to Theo’s head. “Soon, we will be gathered together to celebrate your own wedding. And, with as handsome as Achilleas is, a child of your own shortly after?” She smiled fondly at the growing family, a little sad that she wasn’t going to get in experience it with them. She would be married, sent to another Kingdom to be a Queen. That was her destiny. And she would have to give all that up, for the honor of her family. That was the fate of a Leventi daughter.
That was why she prayed the babe in Pia’s belly was a boy.
Selene had missed this controlled chaos. Having grown up with a gaggle of girls around her constantly, the recent trip spent wholly alone had been lonely. And being home made it even more apparent that she had desperately missed her chaotic family. She missed Imma’s youth and Nana’s ridiculousness. Her and Evie had been closed for cousin, with their shared affection for the horses their family raised. She had missed the eldest two the most, missed their close connection, missed the way their heads would bow together, laughing at a shared joke. It had been most obvious to her that she would miss them all desperately when she made her own match.
But this night was not about her. This was about Pia and celebrating her good fortune and happiness.
So she pushed aside the quiet sorrow in the depths of her heart and instead focused on the joy and laughter. Embracing Evie tightly, Selene went ahead and followed Olympia’s suggestion to pull a robe for their cousin to wear. The eldest gave a gentle smile to Desma, throwing open the doors to pull out the green one she thought her sister had in mind. “Here, slip this on-- you’ll be more comfortable.” She helped her slip it on, closing the doors. An affection pat on her cheek and Selene moved back to the table with the food to hand a plate to Nana. “It is, and I asked the cook to add some pear tarts. And even some duck filled thrion. If we do not eat all of this, there will be hell to pay. Make plates, ladies.” Selene took the time to make one for Pia, filling it with a good combination of sweet and savory before setting it down next to her sister.
She moved away from the table, allowing the rest to step up and help themselves.
Selene poured a glass of wine for her youngest sister, handing it to her with an eye roll. “Even if you wish for a girl, you keep that to yourself, else the Gods may allow your influence on the babe. A boy carries on the family name, will rule the Kingdom and will bring peace to the Kingdom, Imma.” She pressed a kiss to the top of her head, teaching the young girl a lesson she had not yet learned. “A girl will be loved, and cherished, and doted upon. But a mother always wishes for a son, for a son can do things she never could.”
The Leventi girls had never felt the difference of gender, at least not directly. Perhaps Evie did, having the only brother who would inherit it all. But the five sisters never seemed to feel the disappointment that the others may have. Perhaps it was because Georgios was never openly upset with his girls, simply because they were girls. He allowed them their interested and did everything he could to nurture their passions. So while Selene had been dedicated to the horses and stables, Theo chose to focus on more the finer side of managing a Barony. Imma was allowed to paint to her heart's content. They were allowed the freedom from any potential discontent that came from not being ‘good enough’.
They were loved unconditionally. And they thrived because of it.
Which was part of the reason that Imma was so free to wish that the baby moving within Pia was a girl? To her, being a girl was not a weakness. It was a sweet sentiment, if not a little naive.
Selene moved to the group on the bed, pressing a kiss to Theo’s head. “Soon, we will be gathered together to celebrate your own wedding. And, with as handsome as Achilleas is, a child of your own shortly after?” She smiled fondly at the growing family, a little sad that she wasn’t going to get in experience it with them. She would be married, sent to another Kingdom to be a Queen. That was her destiny. And she would have to give all that up, for the honor of her family. That was the fate of a Leventi daughter.
That was why she prayed the babe in Pia’s belly was a boy.
“Of course.” Pia smiled as her elder sister’s hand landed over her stomach, the little one within stilling for a moment as if unsure before rolling once again and giving another tap against its mother. Feeling her child move was perhaps the greatest comfort, knowing that he was still alive and well, growing and becoming what the kingdom needed after so much tragedy. He would never know that tragedy, they had shielded him from it and she was relieved that she would never need worry about him seeing his father’s head on a pike. With the coronation they would grow strong together, she was sure of it. After their time in the woods, her confession of love to Stephanos, it seemed as if all would finally be well.
Laughing at Imma’s insistence that her hair would only get dirty again, Pia reached back to dip her fingers in the water Nana was using and flicked a few droplets at her youngest sister. She forced a smile to remain on her face at the wish that her child would be a girl, offering up a silent prayer to Hera that she would not listen to her sister’s words. Imma was still a child herself, she didn’t properly understand the consequences that would befall all of them if she didn’t give birth to a son. Without a boy to carry on the Mikaelidas name, Stephanos’ fear that Irakles sought to replace them would grow even stronger. What was worse, if Theodora married Achilleas and had a son before she did, that line’s claim to the throne would be strengthened even more. After everything she had been through, all that she had done and strived for she could not lose this. She had to have a boy.
“We will certainly keep that name in mind. Princess Mmia, it would be lovely. Perhaps she will join her older brother in a few years time.”
Olympia gave a grateful look across to Selene, glad the eldest was taking it upon herself to explain the importance of the baby’s gender. It was true, a boy could do things she would never be able to do herself. Rule a kingdom in his own right, lift up the family even higher than it had ever been, lead armies and conquer distant lands. Bring a time of peace to the kingdom once more. Prove that Stephanos had not made a grave mistake in marrying her. She knew full well it had only been because she had been single and already with child, and even the affection they now seemed to share was all she feared based on the hope of her providing him with a son.
Relieved as the talk turned from herself to Theo’s upcoming marriage, she beamed at her sister and gave her hand a squeeze. “It will be a beautiful day. And our babies will be blood twice over, with their mothers sisters and fathers cousins.”
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“Of course.” Pia smiled as her elder sister’s hand landed over her stomach, the little one within stilling for a moment as if unsure before rolling once again and giving another tap against its mother. Feeling her child move was perhaps the greatest comfort, knowing that he was still alive and well, growing and becoming what the kingdom needed after so much tragedy. He would never know that tragedy, they had shielded him from it and she was relieved that she would never need worry about him seeing his father’s head on a pike. With the coronation they would grow strong together, she was sure of it. After their time in the woods, her confession of love to Stephanos, it seemed as if all would finally be well.
Laughing at Imma’s insistence that her hair would only get dirty again, Pia reached back to dip her fingers in the water Nana was using and flicked a few droplets at her youngest sister. She forced a smile to remain on her face at the wish that her child would be a girl, offering up a silent prayer to Hera that she would not listen to her sister’s words. Imma was still a child herself, she didn’t properly understand the consequences that would befall all of them if she didn’t give birth to a son. Without a boy to carry on the Mikaelidas name, Stephanos’ fear that Irakles sought to replace them would grow even stronger. What was worse, if Theodora married Achilleas and had a son before she did, that line’s claim to the throne would be strengthened even more. After everything she had been through, all that she had done and strived for she could not lose this. She had to have a boy.
“We will certainly keep that name in mind. Princess Mmia, it would be lovely. Perhaps she will join her older brother in a few years time.”
Olympia gave a grateful look across to Selene, glad the eldest was taking it upon herself to explain the importance of the baby’s gender. It was true, a boy could do things she would never be able to do herself. Rule a kingdom in his own right, lift up the family even higher than it had ever been, lead armies and conquer distant lands. Bring a time of peace to the kingdom once more. Prove that Stephanos had not made a grave mistake in marrying her. She knew full well it had only been because she had been single and already with child, and even the affection they now seemed to share was all she feared based on the hope of her providing him with a son.
Relieved as the talk turned from herself to Theo’s upcoming marriage, she beamed at her sister and gave her hand a squeeze. “It will be a beautiful day. And our babies will be blood twice over, with their mothers sisters and fathers cousins.”
“Of course.” Pia smiled as her elder sister’s hand landed over her stomach, the little one within stilling for a moment as if unsure before rolling once again and giving another tap against its mother. Feeling her child move was perhaps the greatest comfort, knowing that he was still alive and well, growing and becoming what the kingdom needed after so much tragedy. He would never know that tragedy, they had shielded him from it and she was relieved that she would never need worry about him seeing his father’s head on a pike. With the coronation they would grow strong together, she was sure of it. After their time in the woods, her confession of love to Stephanos, it seemed as if all would finally be well.
Laughing at Imma’s insistence that her hair would only get dirty again, Pia reached back to dip her fingers in the water Nana was using and flicked a few droplets at her youngest sister. She forced a smile to remain on her face at the wish that her child would be a girl, offering up a silent prayer to Hera that she would not listen to her sister’s words. Imma was still a child herself, she didn’t properly understand the consequences that would befall all of them if she didn’t give birth to a son. Without a boy to carry on the Mikaelidas name, Stephanos’ fear that Irakles sought to replace them would grow even stronger. What was worse, if Theodora married Achilleas and had a son before she did, that line’s claim to the throne would be strengthened even more. After everything she had been through, all that she had done and strived for she could not lose this. She had to have a boy.
“We will certainly keep that name in mind. Princess Mmia, it would be lovely. Perhaps she will join her older brother in a few years time.”
Olympia gave a grateful look across to Selene, glad the eldest was taking it upon herself to explain the importance of the baby’s gender. It was true, a boy could do things she would never be able to do herself. Rule a kingdom in his own right, lift up the family even higher than it had ever been, lead armies and conquer distant lands. Bring a time of peace to the kingdom once more. Prove that Stephanos had not made a grave mistake in marrying her. She knew full well it had only been because she had been single and already with child, and even the affection they now seemed to share was all she feared based on the hope of her providing him with a son.
Relieved as the talk turned from herself to Theo’s upcoming marriage, she beamed at her sister and gave her hand a squeeze. “It will be a beautiful day. And our babies will be blood twice over, with their mothers sisters and fathers cousins.”
These precious moments were what made being here all worth it; all of the girls curled up close to each other in pleasant conversation to celebrate the success of one of their own. Sisterhood wasn’t always moments like these. There had been many fights… many hurt feelings in their lifetimes. Jealousy and bitterness and strife. It was the nature of siblings who grew up together. But something must have gone well for them to be so content in each other's company in times like this. Even Nana’s comments could do nothing to dissuade them. Let her wash Pia’s hair and fuss over her.
Theo kept her hand on Pia’s stomach; enjoying the bumps the baby made inside. She wondered what it felt like as a woman… to feel something foreign move inside you. She thought it might be rather disconcerting… having no control over such a thing. Then again, something inside her found it to be lovely. So much so she wanted to feel it herself. She’d wanted children, she supposed. It seemed like a natural progression, after all. ...But she’d pictured having Emilios’s children. All boys as rambunctious and spirited as he was. Now that wasn’t to be. ...Now when she pictured her chances of being a mother, Achilleas’s face filled the void of the father where Emilios had before.
She drew her hand away and took a long sip from her glass.
She stared down at the glass as Selene scolded Imma for her desire for a girl and the silence seemed to stretch around them before she turned her attention to Theo; pressing a kiss to her forehead to pull her from her reverie. She smiled at the tender gesture, but it fell from her face as she mentioned the wedding. ...Of it being her turn and how handsome Achilleas was. She slipped past her sister to stand from the bed and went to draw another glass of wine, though her glass was not yet empty. Pia chimed in as well. With a shaking hand, she clipped the edge of the glass; causing it to clink noisily before she set the jug down heavily on the table. “...Yes… Well.. Tonight is about you, Pia dear. We needn’t speak of my engagement.” She glanced up and plastered a false smile upon her face. “Today you carry the future king of Taengea in your womb and tomorrow you shall be queen. ...That deserves a toast, don’t you agree, ladies?”
She climbed back upon the bed; kneeling into the soft mattress as she rose her glass. “To Olympia of Mikaelidas. Long may she reign. And to those who oppose her rule? ...May they be cursed by all the Gods in Olympus.” She led her glass out for each lady who had one to seal the toast before drinking afterward; quite content to change the topic from her own ‘good fortune’.
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These precious moments were what made being here all worth it; all of the girls curled up close to each other in pleasant conversation to celebrate the success of one of their own. Sisterhood wasn’t always moments like these. There had been many fights… many hurt feelings in their lifetimes. Jealousy and bitterness and strife. It was the nature of siblings who grew up together. But something must have gone well for them to be so content in each other's company in times like this. Even Nana’s comments could do nothing to dissuade them. Let her wash Pia’s hair and fuss over her.
Theo kept her hand on Pia’s stomach; enjoying the bumps the baby made inside. She wondered what it felt like as a woman… to feel something foreign move inside you. She thought it might be rather disconcerting… having no control over such a thing. Then again, something inside her found it to be lovely. So much so she wanted to feel it herself. She’d wanted children, she supposed. It seemed like a natural progression, after all. ...But she’d pictured having Emilios’s children. All boys as rambunctious and spirited as he was. Now that wasn’t to be. ...Now when she pictured her chances of being a mother, Achilleas’s face filled the void of the father where Emilios had before.
She drew her hand away and took a long sip from her glass.
She stared down at the glass as Selene scolded Imma for her desire for a girl and the silence seemed to stretch around them before she turned her attention to Theo; pressing a kiss to her forehead to pull her from her reverie. She smiled at the tender gesture, but it fell from her face as she mentioned the wedding. ...Of it being her turn and how handsome Achilleas was. She slipped past her sister to stand from the bed and went to draw another glass of wine, though her glass was not yet empty. Pia chimed in as well. With a shaking hand, she clipped the edge of the glass; causing it to clink noisily before she set the jug down heavily on the table. “...Yes… Well.. Tonight is about you, Pia dear. We needn’t speak of my engagement.” She glanced up and plastered a false smile upon her face. “Today you carry the future king of Taengea in your womb and tomorrow you shall be queen. ...That deserves a toast, don’t you agree, ladies?”
She climbed back upon the bed; kneeling into the soft mattress as she rose her glass. “To Olympia of Mikaelidas. Long may she reign. And to those who oppose her rule? ...May they be cursed by all the Gods in Olympus.” She led her glass out for each lady who had one to seal the toast before drinking afterward; quite content to change the topic from her own ‘good fortune’.
These precious moments were what made being here all worth it; all of the girls curled up close to each other in pleasant conversation to celebrate the success of one of their own. Sisterhood wasn’t always moments like these. There had been many fights… many hurt feelings in their lifetimes. Jealousy and bitterness and strife. It was the nature of siblings who grew up together. But something must have gone well for them to be so content in each other's company in times like this. Even Nana’s comments could do nothing to dissuade them. Let her wash Pia’s hair and fuss over her.
Theo kept her hand on Pia’s stomach; enjoying the bumps the baby made inside. She wondered what it felt like as a woman… to feel something foreign move inside you. She thought it might be rather disconcerting… having no control over such a thing. Then again, something inside her found it to be lovely. So much so she wanted to feel it herself. She’d wanted children, she supposed. It seemed like a natural progression, after all. ...But she’d pictured having Emilios’s children. All boys as rambunctious and spirited as he was. Now that wasn’t to be. ...Now when she pictured her chances of being a mother, Achilleas’s face filled the void of the father where Emilios had before.
She drew her hand away and took a long sip from her glass.
She stared down at the glass as Selene scolded Imma for her desire for a girl and the silence seemed to stretch around them before she turned her attention to Theo; pressing a kiss to her forehead to pull her from her reverie. She smiled at the tender gesture, but it fell from her face as she mentioned the wedding. ...Of it being her turn and how handsome Achilleas was. She slipped past her sister to stand from the bed and went to draw another glass of wine, though her glass was not yet empty. Pia chimed in as well. With a shaking hand, she clipped the edge of the glass; causing it to clink noisily before she set the jug down heavily on the table. “...Yes… Well.. Tonight is about you, Pia dear. We needn’t speak of my engagement.” She glanced up and plastered a false smile upon her face. “Today you carry the future king of Taengea in your womb and tomorrow you shall be queen. ...That deserves a toast, don’t you agree, ladies?”
She climbed back upon the bed; kneeling into the soft mattress as she rose her glass. “To Olympia of Mikaelidas. Long may she reign. And to those who oppose her rule? ...May they be cursed by all the Gods in Olympus.” She led her glass out for each lady who had one to seal the toast before drinking afterward; quite content to change the topic from her own ‘good fortune’.
Evie didn’t have sisters. Her cousins were the closest thing to sisters to her. They were a safety net in chaotic times. When a problem occurred, they had always been capable of dealing with it together whether it was to confront, combat, plot against, ignore, make better, or simply listen to Evie had never doubted any one of her cousins could and would be there for one another. Pia’s offer to lend her a robe was again proof of that. Her face relaxed and her smile softened.
“Thank you, Pia.” She let out the breath she’d been holding and passed the wine off to Theo.
The room fell into its usual mayhem. The world around Evie seemed on most occasions to spin out of her control, even in the quiet times, her mind seemed to constantly be going. Thinking… overthinking probably. But here, in the room with her cousins, it was like the world had slowed down just a little for her and she could just exist. There was a comfort in this chaos.
Selene let go of her long enough to open the doors and retrieve the green robe with an ease that Evie envied. Selene was fluid and moved with a grace that was born rather than taught. Or that was at least how Evie had always perceived it. It looked effortless. Even the simplicity of drawing a robe out and handing it off was done so smoothly, effortlessly that it needed just music to keep from appearing almost like a dance. The only time Evie ever felt like one with her surroundings was when she was with the horses… then maybe… maybe she felt a bit more connected to the world around her. So many people used horses for their escapes… for freedom but for Evie… they connected her to her surroundings… they grounded her.
Taking the robe she smiled, it was a lovely shade of emerald. Pia could never be faulted on her taste. Moving behind the screen, the robe laid over the top as she began to untie the string girdle. Imma was shoving food in her mouth, Evie didn’t have to look at her to know that simply by the way she mentioned Pia having a girl. She smiled softly hidden by the screen. Imma was perhaps of all the Leventi’s the least harassed by the family for being born a girl. Evie believed it might have been because by the time everyone else had been born Imma’s gender wasn’t exactly a surprise… and the disappointment had been laid at the other girls' feet.
She pulled the chiton over her slender form, draping it over the screen and retrieved the robe. Fastening it slowly, she glanced down, the robe was a bit longer than the ones she wore but then… Pia was taller so that made sense. Leaving her discarded clothing upon the screen she stepped out from behind it and moved to the glasses of wine that Theo had poured, she didn’t say much as she watched her cousins discuss the pregnancy. Picking up her glass and one for Nana she moved over to offer it to Nana. Lifting her own to her lips and taking a small sip.
Clinking her glass with Theo’s, she smiled and looked at Pia, “May her worries go away.”
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Evie didn’t have sisters. Her cousins were the closest thing to sisters to her. They were a safety net in chaotic times. When a problem occurred, they had always been capable of dealing with it together whether it was to confront, combat, plot against, ignore, make better, or simply listen to Evie had never doubted any one of her cousins could and would be there for one another. Pia’s offer to lend her a robe was again proof of that. Her face relaxed and her smile softened.
“Thank you, Pia.” She let out the breath she’d been holding and passed the wine off to Theo.
The room fell into its usual mayhem. The world around Evie seemed on most occasions to spin out of her control, even in the quiet times, her mind seemed to constantly be going. Thinking… overthinking probably. But here, in the room with her cousins, it was like the world had slowed down just a little for her and she could just exist. There was a comfort in this chaos.
Selene let go of her long enough to open the doors and retrieve the green robe with an ease that Evie envied. Selene was fluid and moved with a grace that was born rather than taught. Or that was at least how Evie had always perceived it. It looked effortless. Even the simplicity of drawing a robe out and handing it off was done so smoothly, effortlessly that it needed just music to keep from appearing almost like a dance. The only time Evie ever felt like one with her surroundings was when she was with the horses… then maybe… maybe she felt a bit more connected to the world around her. So many people used horses for their escapes… for freedom but for Evie… they connected her to her surroundings… they grounded her.
Taking the robe she smiled, it was a lovely shade of emerald. Pia could never be faulted on her taste. Moving behind the screen, the robe laid over the top as she began to untie the string girdle. Imma was shoving food in her mouth, Evie didn’t have to look at her to know that simply by the way she mentioned Pia having a girl. She smiled softly hidden by the screen. Imma was perhaps of all the Leventi’s the least harassed by the family for being born a girl. Evie believed it might have been because by the time everyone else had been born Imma’s gender wasn’t exactly a surprise… and the disappointment had been laid at the other girls' feet.
She pulled the chiton over her slender form, draping it over the screen and retrieved the robe. Fastening it slowly, she glanced down, the robe was a bit longer than the ones she wore but then… Pia was taller so that made sense. Leaving her discarded clothing upon the screen she stepped out from behind it and moved to the glasses of wine that Theo had poured, she didn’t say much as she watched her cousins discuss the pregnancy. Picking up her glass and one for Nana she moved over to offer it to Nana. Lifting her own to her lips and taking a small sip.
Clinking her glass with Theo’s, she smiled and looked at Pia, “May her worries go away.”
Evie didn’t have sisters. Her cousins were the closest thing to sisters to her. They were a safety net in chaotic times. When a problem occurred, they had always been capable of dealing with it together whether it was to confront, combat, plot against, ignore, make better, or simply listen to Evie had never doubted any one of her cousins could and would be there for one another. Pia’s offer to lend her a robe was again proof of that. Her face relaxed and her smile softened.
“Thank you, Pia.” She let out the breath she’d been holding and passed the wine off to Theo.
The room fell into its usual mayhem. The world around Evie seemed on most occasions to spin out of her control, even in the quiet times, her mind seemed to constantly be going. Thinking… overthinking probably. But here, in the room with her cousins, it was like the world had slowed down just a little for her and she could just exist. There was a comfort in this chaos.
Selene let go of her long enough to open the doors and retrieve the green robe with an ease that Evie envied. Selene was fluid and moved with a grace that was born rather than taught. Or that was at least how Evie had always perceived it. It looked effortless. Even the simplicity of drawing a robe out and handing it off was done so smoothly, effortlessly that it needed just music to keep from appearing almost like a dance. The only time Evie ever felt like one with her surroundings was when she was with the horses… then maybe… maybe she felt a bit more connected to the world around her. So many people used horses for their escapes… for freedom but for Evie… they connected her to her surroundings… they grounded her.
Taking the robe she smiled, it was a lovely shade of emerald. Pia could never be faulted on her taste. Moving behind the screen, the robe laid over the top as she began to untie the string girdle. Imma was shoving food in her mouth, Evie didn’t have to look at her to know that simply by the way she mentioned Pia having a girl. She smiled softly hidden by the screen. Imma was perhaps of all the Leventi’s the least harassed by the family for being born a girl. Evie believed it might have been because by the time everyone else had been born Imma’s gender wasn’t exactly a surprise… and the disappointment had been laid at the other girls' feet.
She pulled the chiton over her slender form, draping it over the screen and retrieved the robe. Fastening it slowly, she glanced down, the robe was a bit longer than the ones she wore but then… Pia was taller so that made sense. Leaving her discarded clothing upon the screen she stepped out from behind it and moved to the glasses of wine that Theo had poured, she didn’t say much as she watched her cousins discuss the pregnancy. Picking up her glass and one for Nana she moved over to offer it to Nana. Lifting her own to her lips and taking a small sip.
Clinking her glass with Theo’s, she smiled and looked at Pia, “May her worries go away.”
Imma squealed at the water being flicked at her and tossed a grape towards Olympia in retaliation. “I don’t need your sludgy hair water all over my face” Imma responded, her best impression of Nana who was washing her hair. It was an attempt to sound like her, but with just enough room for plausible deniability that she had ben mocking one of her sisters.
She was always told that; sons could do things that daughters could not. While that was true, it could also be said that women could do things that men could not. They could change their houses by getting married, they were generally more creative and then had the divine ability to not kill someone. Men killed people, either taking their lives or destroying heir spirits. Save for the Goddess’ there were few women that did that sort of thing, and thus they could do things that men could not. They could also control men. A subtle touch of the forearm, a flirtatious shake of the head to remove one’s hair from their face was enough to get many men to do insane things. Not that Imma found herself capable of doing that, but she knew others in this very room that could start wars over nothing more than a peck on the cheek. Or so it seemed.
Besides, who was to say this would be a peaceful babe when he grew older? He might very well try and burn everything that gods and men have created and be mad in the head. Imma looked at the bloated stomach of her sister and took a drink of the wine and snickered to herself at the thought of a freshly born babe taking Greece by storm. She didn’t wish to argue with Selene or any of her sisters and so she simply shrugged her shoulders rather than trying to come up with reasons why girls were better. She did know, however, that if the gods cursed her with being a mother that she would at least pray that it was a girl. Vengeance for having to take a man’s seed and grow it inside of her. She laughed out loud at that as well as she looked at Selene with a wide smile but no words on the subject.
Imma rose from her seat to get something else to eat. She supposed that if any one of her sisters had been a brother, her parents would have stopped trying and she’d never have been born. The youngest sister started to slowly twirl and dance around, deciding the sitting was far too stuffy a thing to do. Movement the liven things up seemed better. “Princess Mmia” Imma sung “second born of Queen Olympia” she added so as not to offend any of her sisters that were determined that it be a boy. “Have you a name if it is a boy?” she asked as she moved.
“Ugggh” Imma couldn’t manage to resist the lament when Theo’s nuptuals were mentioned before swiftly shoving a pastry into her mouth to avoid any further complaints. She didn’t want Theo to get married at all, and it showed on her face long enough that anyone looking would have recognized it. She managed to ward it off by eating and dancing and reminding herself that she was going to remain jolly for the event. Another sip of the wine should help and so she took one.
“To Olympia” Imma shouted back raising her cup, forgoing the of Mikaelidas on purpose “and to all the Leventi girls!” She drank deeply.
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Imma squealed at the water being flicked at her and tossed a grape towards Olympia in retaliation. “I don’t need your sludgy hair water all over my face” Imma responded, her best impression of Nana who was washing her hair. It was an attempt to sound like her, but with just enough room for plausible deniability that she had ben mocking one of her sisters.
She was always told that; sons could do things that daughters could not. While that was true, it could also be said that women could do things that men could not. They could change their houses by getting married, they were generally more creative and then had the divine ability to not kill someone. Men killed people, either taking their lives or destroying heir spirits. Save for the Goddess’ there were few women that did that sort of thing, and thus they could do things that men could not. They could also control men. A subtle touch of the forearm, a flirtatious shake of the head to remove one’s hair from their face was enough to get many men to do insane things. Not that Imma found herself capable of doing that, but she knew others in this very room that could start wars over nothing more than a peck on the cheek. Or so it seemed.
Besides, who was to say this would be a peaceful babe when he grew older? He might very well try and burn everything that gods and men have created and be mad in the head. Imma looked at the bloated stomach of her sister and took a drink of the wine and snickered to herself at the thought of a freshly born babe taking Greece by storm. She didn’t wish to argue with Selene or any of her sisters and so she simply shrugged her shoulders rather than trying to come up with reasons why girls were better. She did know, however, that if the gods cursed her with being a mother that she would at least pray that it was a girl. Vengeance for having to take a man’s seed and grow it inside of her. She laughed out loud at that as well as she looked at Selene with a wide smile but no words on the subject.
Imma rose from her seat to get something else to eat. She supposed that if any one of her sisters had been a brother, her parents would have stopped trying and she’d never have been born. The youngest sister started to slowly twirl and dance around, deciding the sitting was far too stuffy a thing to do. Movement the liven things up seemed better. “Princess Mmia” Imma sung “second born of Queen Olympia” she added so as not to offend any of her sisters that were determined that it be a boy. “Have you a name if it is a boy?” she asked as she moved.
“Ugggh” Imma couldn’t manage to resist the lament when Theo’s nuptuals were mentioned before swiftly shoving a pastry into her mouth to avoid any further complaints. She didn’t want Theo to get married at all, and it showed on her face long enough that anyone looking would have recognized it. She managed to ward it off by eating and dancing and reminding herself that she was going to remain jolly for the event. Another sip of the wine should help and so she took one.
“To Olympia” Imma shouted back raising her cup, forgoing the of Mikaelidas on purpose “and to all the Leventi girls!” She drank deeply.
Imma squealed at the water being flicked at her and tossed a grape towards Olympia in retaliation. “I don’t need your sludgy hair water all over my face” Imma responded, her best impression of Nana who was washing her hair. It was an attempt to sound like her, but with just enough room for plausible deniability that she had ben mocking one of her sisters.
She was always told that; sons could do things that daughters could not. While that was true, it could also be said that women could do things that men could not. They could change their houses by getting married, they were generally more creative and then had the divine ability to not kill someone. Men killed people, either taking their lives or destroying heir spirits. Save for the Goddess’ there were few women that did that sort of thing, and thus they could do things that men could not. They could also control men. A subtle touch of the forearm, a flirtatious shake of the head to remove one’s hair from their face was enough to get many men to do insane things. Not that Imma found herself capable of doing that, but she knew others in this very room that could start wars over nothing more than a peck on the cheek. Or so it seemed.
Besides, who was to say this would be a peaceful babe when he grew older? He might very well try and burn everything that gods and men have created and be mad in the head. Imma looked at the bloated stomach of her sister and took a drink of the wine and snickered to herself at the thought of a freshly born babe taking Greece by storm. She didn’t wish to argue with Selene or any of her sisters and so she simply shrugged her shoulders rather than trying to come up with reasons why girls were better. She did know, however, that if the gods cursed her with being a mother that she would at least pray that it was a girl. Vengeance for having to take a man’s seed and grow it inside of her. She laughed out loud at that as well as she looked at Selene with a wide smile but no words on the subject.
Imma rose from her seat to get something else to eat. She supposed that if any one of her sisters had been a brother, her parents would have stopped trying and she’d never have been born. The youngest sister started to slowly twirl and dance around, deciding the sitting was far too stuffy a thing to do. Movement the liven things up seemed better. “Princess Mmia” Imma sung “second born of Queen Olympia” she added so as not to offend any of her sisters that were determined that it be a boy. “Have you a name if it is a boy?” she asked as she moved.
“Ugggh” Imma couldn’t manage to resist the lament when Theo’s nuptuals were mentioned before swiftly shoving a pastry into her mouth to avoid any further complaints. She didn’t want Theo to get married at all, and it showed on her face long enough that anyone looking would have recognized it. She managed to ward it off by eating and dancing and reminding herself that she was going to remain jolly for the event. Another sip of the wine should help and so she took one.
“To Olympia” Imma shouted back raising her cup, forgoing the of Mikaelidas on purpose “and to all the Leventi girls!” She drank deeply.
