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Dorothea woke early as she was prone to do. Yesterday had been filled with more excitement than Dimitrou had seen in quite some time, and of course, she had trouble sleeping. Well, she often had trouble sleeping, so it was hardly different. Only this time, there was an excuse for it. The arrival of the Queen of Athenia had created quite a stir and she hardly knew what to think. At her arrival, Dorothea had attempted a variety of questions, but was quieted by nearly everyone. So, she decided she must find a more private time to ask them herself. Before she could do that, Alexa called her to her rooms and Doro always went when summoned. The younger girl had many questions of her own, many of which Dorothea promised to answer. She hoped that she would be able to soon enough.
As if things couldn’t have been dramatic enough, a storm began to rage and instead of head into its usual slumber, the house awoke. She had left her sister’s side to discover the problem, only to find half of the household following her father and brother in search of his bride. She would have joined them but thought to make herself more useful preparing for everyone’s return.
It wasn’t in Dorothea’s nature to worry much. She had long accepted the fact that the gods willed certain things and there was nothing much she could do about it. Better was to find herself in motion, distracting herself from any chance of fear. Iason and her father would be fine in the storm. They had braved as much before. The queen was unknown and while Dorothea had no attachment to her, she was wondering if her brother might. Yet, these worries were nothing without more information. And she wouldn’t have more information until the party returned. She threw herself in with the ladies, preparing for their men.
When Iason finally did return, Dorothea allowed herself a breath of relief at the sight of the queen in his arms. He didn’t look overly distraught, so the worst couldn’t be assumed. She wished to speak with him, but he whisked her into a room to warm up with haste. Dorothea knew she would not hear from him tonight and so continued her assistance until the house drifted back to sleep. It was only then that she fell into a slumber of her own.
As she prepared for her day, it dawned on the Dimitrou daughter that perhaps the queen did not have anything with which she could dress herself for the day. The last dress Dorothea had lent her had been clearly ripped in the storm. She would need another. Likely several more. And so, once she had readied herself for the day, she went through her outfits, picking several for the queen. Deciding that it was be best to catch Persephone before she desired to leave her rooms, Dorothea headed to the woman’s chambers. She paused, giving a slight knock, but opened the door almost immediately. Surely she wouldn’t come to the door undressed. Dorothea entered the room, only slightly surprised to find the queen to still be abed. Her sharp eyes noted that the bed seemed to be a little too full to only contain the slight woman. Who was she sharing it with? Was it…Iason? A movement was all it took to reveal far more of her brother than she ever wanted to see.
“Gods help me,” she exclaimed, loud enough for the couple in the bed to hear it.
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Dorothea woke early as she was prone to do. Yesterday had been filled with more excitement than Dimitrou had seen in quite some time, and of course, she had trouble sleeping. Well, she often had trouble sleeping, so it was hardly different. Only this time, there was an excuse for it. The arrival of the Queen of Athenia had created quite a stir and she hardly knew what to think. At her arrival, Dorothea had attempted a variety of questions, but was quieted by nearly everyone. So, she decided she must find a more private time to ask them herself. Before she could do that, Alexa called her to her rooms and Doro always went when summoned. The younger girl had many questions of her own, many of which Dorothea promised to answer. She hoped that she would be able to soon enough.
As if things couldn’t have been dramatic enough, a storm began to rage and instead of head into its usual slumber, the house awoke. She had left her sister’s side to discover the problem, only to find half of the household following her father and brother in search of his bride. She would have joined them but thought to make herself more useful preparing for everyone’s return.
It wasn’t in Dorothea’s nature to worry much. She had long accepted the fact that the gods willed certain things and there was nothing much she could do about it. Better was to find herself in motion, distracting herself from any chance of fear. Iason and her father would be fine in the storm. They had braved as much before. The queen was unknown and while Dorothea had no attachment to her, she was wondering if her brother might. Yet, these worries were nothing without more information. And she wouldn’t have more information until the party returned. She threw herself in with the ladies, preparing for their men.
When Iason finally did return, Dorothea allowed herself a breath of relief at the sight of the queen in his arms. He didn’t look overly distraught, so the worst couldn’t be assumed. She wished to speak with him, but he whisked her into a room to warm up with haste. Dorothea knew she would not hear from him tonight and so continued her assistance until the house drifted back to sleep. It was only then that she fell into a slumber of her own.
As she prepared for her day, it dawned on the Dimitrou daughter that perhaps the queen did not have anything with which she could dress herself for the day. The last dress Dorothea had lent her had been clearly ripped in the storm. She would need another. Likely several more. And so, once she had readied herself for the day, she went through her outfits, picking several for the queen. Deciding that it was be best to catch Persephone before she desired to leave her rooms, Dorothea headed to the woman’s chambers. She paused, giving a slight knock, but opened the door almost immediately. Surely she wouldn’t come to the door undressed. Dorothea entered the room, only slightly surprised to find the queen to still be abed. Her sharp eyes noted that the bed seemed to be a little too full to only contain the slight woman. Who was she sharing it with? Was it…Iason? A movement was all it took to reveal far more of her brother than she ever wanted to see.
“Gods help me,” she exclaimed, loud enough for the couple in the bed to hear it.
Dorothea woke early as she was prone to do. Yesterday had been filled with more excitement than Dimitrou had seen in quite some time, and of course, she had trouble sleeping. Well, she often had trouble sleeping, so it was hardly different. Only this time, there was an excuse for it. The arrival of the Queen of Athenia had created quite a stir and she hardly knew what to think. At her arrival, Dorothea had attempted a variety of questions, but was quieted by nearly everyone. So, she decided she must find a more private time to ask them herself. Before she could do that, Alexa called her to her rooms and Doro always went when summoned. The younger girl had many questions of her own, many of which Dorothea promised to answer. She hoped that she would be able to soon enough.
As if things couldn’t have been dramatic enough, a storm began to rage and instead of head into its usual slumber, the house awoke. She had left her sister’s side to discover the problem, only to find half of the household following her father and brother in search of his bride. She would have joined them but thought to make herself more useful preparing for everyone’s return.
It wasn’t in Dorothea’s nature to worry much. She had long accepted the fact that the gods willed certain things and there was nothing much she could do about it. Better was to find herself in motion, distracting herself from any chance of fear. Iason and her father would be fine in the storm. They had braved as much before. The queen was unknown and while Dorothea had no attachment to her, she was wondering if her brother might. Yet, these worries were nothing without more information. And she wouldn’t have more information until the party returned. She threw herself in with the ladies, preparing for their men.
When Iason finally did return, Dorothea allowed herself a breath of relief at the sight of the queen in his arms. He didn’t look overly distraught, so the worst couldn’t be assumed. She wished to speak with him, but he whisked her into a room to warm up with haste. Dorothea knew she would not hear from him tonight and so continued her assistance until the house drifted back to sleep. It was only then that she fell into a slumber of her own.
As she prepared for her day, it dawned on the Dimitrou daughter that perhaps the queen did not have anything with which she could dress herself for the day. The last dress Dorothea had lent her had been clearly ripped in the storm. She would need another. Likely several more. And so, once she had readied herself for the day, she went through her outfits, picking several for the queen. Deciding that it was be best to catch Persephone before she desired to leave her rooms, Dorothea headed to the woman’s chambers. She paused, giving a slight knock, but opened the door almost immediately. Surely she wouldn’t come to the door undressed. Dorothea entered the room, only slightly surprised to find the queen to still be abed. Her sharp eyes noted that the bed seemed to be a little too full to only contain the slight woman. Who was she sharing it with? Was it…Iason? A movement was all it took to reveal far more of her brother than she ever wanted to see.
“Gods help me,” she exclaimed, loud enough for the couple in the bed to hear it.
The touch of Iason's lips to hers and the sound of shifting amongst the bedding as they moved to draw each other close was enough of a distraction to entirely mask the soft knock that had been politely given at the door, not to mention the entrance of the person who had illicited it. Coming from a world in which no-one entered her chambers without express, vocalised permission, Persephone was in no way expecting to be interrupted by an intruder which meant that her reaction was a strong one.
At the exclamation from the girl at the door, Persephone's eyes shot open, she gave a sharp cry of shock - only partially muffled by Iason's mouth - and jack-knifed into a tight little bundle at Iason's side, attempting to full hide her presence and her now flaming features from the visitor at the door. Her heart hammered and she felt heat rush her face. A face she now covered with both hands.
A woman used to being on display perhaps, Persephone was no so used to being disturbed in moments of privacy and she found herself reacting - embarrassingly enough - like a small child.
It made sense, she supposed - for this was neither her chamber nor her home. And she was being allowed to stay here based solely on the discretion of the House of Dimitrou. Plus, she suspected it was near mid-morning. The Lady Dorothea - who it became clear was the unsuspecting guest - had every right to step into the room in order to see where their house guest had lost herself.
Becoming lost in her brother probably wasn't the answer the young woman had been expecting... Persephone thought as she chastised herself for the awkwardness and kept her hands firmly over her face as she turned in towards Iason’s chest…
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The touch of Iason's lips to hers and the sound of shifting amongst the bedding as they moved to draw each other close was enough of a distraction to entirely mask the soft knock that had been politely given at the door, not to mention the entrance of the person who had illicited it. Coming from a world in which no-one entered her chambers without express, vocalised permission, Persephone was in no way expecting to be interrupted by an intruder which meant that her reaction was a strong one.
At the exclamation from the girl at the door, Persephone's eyes shot open, she gave a sharp cry of shock - only partially muffled by Iason's mouth - and jack-knifed into a tight little bundle at Iason's side, attempting to full hide her presence and her now flaming features from the visitor at the door. Her heart hammered and she felt heat rush her face. A face she now covered with both hands.
A woman used to being on display perhaps, Persephone was no so used to being disturbed in moments of privacy and she found herself reacting - embarrassingly enough - like a small child.
It made sense, she supposed - for this was neither her chamber nor her home. And she was being allowed to stay here based solely on the discretion of the House of Dimitrou. Plus, she suspected it was near mid-morning. The Lady Dorothea - who it became clear was the unsuspecting guest - had every right to step into the room in order to see where their house guest had lost herself.
Becoming lost in her brother probably wasn't the answer the young woman had been expecting... Persephone thought as she chastised herself for the awkwardness and kept her hands firmly over her face as she turned in towards Iason’s chest…
The touch of Iason's lips to hers and the sound of shifting amongst the bedding as they moved to draw each other close was enough of a distraction to entirely mask the soft knock that had been politely given at the door, not to mention the entrance of the person who had illicited it. Coming from a world in which no-one entered her chambers without express, vocalised permission, Persephone was in no way expecting to be interrupted by an intruder which meant that her reaction was a strong one.
At the exclamation from the girl at the door, Persephone's eyes shot open, she gave a sharp cry of shock - only partially muffled by Iason's mouth - and jack-knifed into a tight little bundle at Iason's side, attempting to full hide her presence and her now flaming features from the visitor at the door. Her heart hammered and she felt heat rush her face. A face she now covered with both hands.
A woman used to being on display perhaps, Persephone was no so used to being disturbed in moments of privacy and she found herself reacting - embarrassingly enough - like a small child.
It made sense, she supposed - for this was neither her chamber nor her home. And she was being allowed to stay here based solely on the discretion of the House of Dimitrou. Plus, she suspected it was near mid-morning. The Lady Dorothea - who it became clear was the unsuspecting guest - had every right to step into the room in order to see where their house guest had lost herself.
Becoming lost in her brother probably wasn't the answer the young woman had been expecting... Persephone thought as she chastised herself for the awkwardness and kept her hands firmly over her face as she turned in towards Iason’s chest…
Iason had shifted to have his back to the door, braced up on his elbow to lean over Persephone and pepper kisses across her features before his lips found hers. The blankets that they had been wrapped up in slid from him with his movements, but since no one else was likely to be about at this point and even fewer would bother to come in, he made no move to grab it to keep what little decency he had left. At this point he was more eager to focus on the woman before him than care about what time he ought to be anywhere.
Since the night before they had been through so much, climbed mountains in their emotional and physical relationship, and he knew without needed to be told that he was falling in love with the woman before him, and falling fast. The perfection that he'd seen of her as queen was slipping away and with each breathy sound they drew from one another he knew she would be his wife. They would stay in Taengea, with his family and raise one of their own. He had to speak to his father about making arrangements for the wedding, as he had little desire to wait at this point.
His family would need time to get to know her though, as he was slowly getting to know her himself. The last way he expected his sister to bond with his future wife though was walking through the door in that moment. Her shriek sent Persephone hiding against him and Iason twisted his torso around before going red in the face and scrambling for the blanket. Of course, of all things and all people Dorothea would walk into this. He supposed it was better than Alexa, but not by much.
"Dorothea! What, why are you..?"
Full sentences were difficult to wrap his brain around in that moment, and even as he wrapped the blanket around himself and tugged another up over Persephone to shield her as well. His hand rested on her hip in reassurance and his face showed an exasperated scowl. Mind racing to think of some kind of excuse, a reason for him to be in the bed of a woman he was not yet married to.
"I was just...saying good morning.."
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Iason had shifted to have his back to the door, braced up on his elbow to lean over Persephone and pepper kisses across her features before his lips found hers. The blankets that they had been wrapped up in slid from him with his movements, but since no one else was likely to be about at this point and even fewer would bother to come in, he made no move to grab it to keep what little decency he had left. At this point he was more eager to focus on the woman before him than care about what time he ought to be anywhere.
Since the night before they had been through so much, climbed mountains in their emotional and physical relationship, and he knew without needed to be told that he was falling in love with the woman before him, and falling fast. The perfection that he'd seen of her as queen was slipping away and with each breathy sound they drew from one another he knew she would be his wife. They would stay in Taengea, with his family and raise one of their own. He had to speak to his father about making arrangements for the wedding, as he had little desire to wait at this point.
His family would need time to get to know her though, as he was slowly getting to know her himself. The last way he expected his sister to bond with his future wife though was walking through the door in that moment. Her shriek sent Persephone hiding against him and Iason twisted his torso around before going red in the face and scrambling for the blanket. Of course, of all things and all people Dorothea would walk into this. He supposed it was better than Alexa, but not by much.
"Dorothea! What, why are you..?"
Full sentences were difficult to wrap his brain around in that moment, and even as he wrapped the blanket around himself and tugged another up over Persephone to shield her as well. His hand rested on her hip in reassurance and his face showed an exasperated scowl. Mind racing to think of some kind of excuse, a reason for him to be in the bed of a woman he was not yet married to.
"I was just...saying good morning.."
Iason had shifted to have his back to the door, braced up on his elbow to lean over Persephone and pepper kisses across her features before his lips found hers. The blankets that they had been wrapped up in slid from him with his movements, but since no one else was likely to be about at this point and even fewer would bother to come in, he made no move to grab it to keep what little decency he had left. At this point he was more eager to focus on the woman before him than care about what time he ought to be anywhere.
Since the night before they had been through so much, climbed mountains in their emotional and physical relationship, and he knew without needed to be told that he was falling in love with the woman before him, and falling fast. The perfection that he'd seen of her as queen was slipping away and with each breathy sound they drew from one another he knew she would be his wife. They would stay in Taengea, with his family and raise one of their own. He had to speak to his father about making arrangements for the wedding, as he had little desire to wait at this point.
His family would need time to get to know her though, as he was slowly getting to know her himself. The last way he expected his sister to bond with his future wife though was walking through the door in that moment. Her shriek sent Persephone hiding against him and Iason twisted his torso around before going red in the face and scrambling for the blanket. Of course, of all things and all people Dorothea would walk into this. He supposed it was better than Alexa, but not by much.
"Dorothea! What, why are you..?"
Full sentences were difficult to wrap his brain around in that moment, and even as he wrapped the blanket around himself and tugged another up over Persephone to shield her as well. His hand rested on her hip in reassurance and his face showed an exasperated scowl. Mind racing to think of some kind of excuse, a reason for him to be in the bed of a woman he was not yet married to.
"I was just...saying good morning.."
Dorothea could not unsee the image before her, despite her brother’s quick move to cover both himself and Persephone. She was unaccustomed to witnessing a situation like this in the Dimitrou household. Iason had never once had a woman in his bed. Nor had she had concern about entering his or anyone else’s chambers at such a time of day. While she was an early riser, Dorothea had thought to have the queen enough time to at least be…well, not naked. She hadn’t expected the woman to be completely decent, which was why she had brought the dresses in the first place. Still, two women together in a room was hardly the same problem as two women and her naked brother.
She adverted her eyes almost instantly, but some odd instinct kept her rooted in place. She felt that now that she was here, she could not possibly leave the two of them unchaperoned. Lest they have…more sex? The thought was an absurd one, but it was one of the more logical ones Dorothea was having. The rest were inappropriate or rather amused toward her brother. This was not exactly the way she wanted to start off with the Queen of Athenia, however, and felt bad for putting her in such a situation.
Before she could make any apologies, Iason mustered some sort of explanation for his behavior that prompted Dorothea to lose any sense of decorum. Letting out a hearty laugh at his statement, she rolled her eyes, unable to contain herself. “Oh, is this how they say good morning in Athenia, then?” she retorted. If Iason thought he would make it through this without any teasing, then he was in for a surprise. Still slightly tart, she added, “I wasn’t aware.”
At least the laughter had managed to unfreeze her from her stupor and she shifted the garments in her hand, moving to hang them in an appropriate spot. “Good morning, your majesty,” she greeted, her tone much warmer. Truly, Dorothea felt bad for the severe invasion of privacy. “My apologies for the intrusion. I thought you might want something to wear. I brought you several choices. You may keep them all.” She arranged the clothes neatly, still not looking at the pair. Well, this changed her entire perception of what she thought their relationship to be. Dorothea had been under the impression that they were no longer a couple, but this seemed to indicate otherwise.
She supposed she ought to give them their privacy, but she couldn’t resist another good-natured poke at Iason. They were siblings, after all. Teasing was part of their nature. “I didn’t bring any for you, Iason. But of course, you may have your choice of these outfits too.”
As she made to leave the room, Dorothea paused, feeling as though she shouldn’t leave things this way with the queen, who hadn’t shown her face yet. Doro could imagine the mortified feeling she must have and didn’t want the rest of their relationship to be awkward.
“Your majesty, I must once again apologize for the intrusion. Perhaps I can make it up to you over breakfast or a walk? I’d like to prove my manners aren’t always so ghastly.”
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Dorothea could not unsee the image before her, despite her brother’s quick move to cover both himself and Persephone. She was unaccustomed to witnessing a situation like this in the Dimitrou household. Iason had never once had a woman in his bed. Nor had she had concern about entering his or anyone else’s chambers at such a time of day. While she was an early riser, Dorothea had thought to have the queen enough time to at least be…well, not naked. She hadn’t expected the woman to be completely decent, which was why she had brought the dresses in the first place. Still, two women together in a room was hardly the same problem as two women and her naked brother.
She adverted her eyes almost instantly, but some odd instinct kept her rooted in place. She felt that now that she was here, she could not possibly leave the two of them unchaperoned. Lest they have…more sex? The thought was an absurd one, but it was one of the more logical ones Dorothea was having. The rest were inappropriate or rather amused toward her brother. This was not exactly the way she wanted to start off with the Queen of Athenia, however, and felt bad for putting her in such a situation.
Before she could make any apologies, Iason mustered some sort of explanation for his behavior that prompted Dorothea to lose any sense of decorum. Letting out a hearty laugh at his statement, she rolled her eyes, unable to contain herself. “Oh, is this how they say good morning in Athenia, then?” she retorted. If Iason thought he would make it through this without any teasing, then he was in for a surprise. Still slightly tart, she added, “I wasn’t aware.”
At least the laughter had managed to unfreeze her from her stupor and she shifted the garments in her hand, moving to hang them in an appropriate spot. “Good morning, your majesty,” she greeted, her tone much warmer. Truly, Dorothea felt bad for the severe invasion of privacy. “My apologies for the intrusion. I thought you might want something to wear. I brought you several choices. You may keep them all.” She arranged the clothes neatly, still not looking at the pair. Well, this changed her entire perception of what she thought their relationship to be. Dorothea had been under the impression that they were no longer a couple, but this seemed to indicate otherwise.
She supposed she ought to give them their privacy, but she couldn’t resist another good-natured poke at Iason. They were siblings, after all. Teasing was part of their nature. “I didn’t bring any for you, Iason. But of course, you may have your choice of these outfits too.”
As she made to leave the room, Dorothea paused, feeling as though she shouldn’t leave things this way with the queen, who hadn’t shown her face yet. Doro could imagine the mortified feeling she must have and didn’t want the rest of their relationship to be awkward.
“Your majesty, I must once again apologize for the intrusion. Perhaps I can make it up to you over breakfast or a walk? I’d like to prove my manners aren’t always so ghastly.”
Dorothea could not unsee the image before her, despite her brother’s quick move to cover both himself and Persephone. She was unaccustomed to witnessing a situation like this in the Dimitrou household. Iason had never once had a woman in his bed. Nor had she had concern about entering his or anyone else’s chambers at such a time of day. While she was an early riser, Dorothea had thought to have the queen enough time to at least be…well, not naked. She hadn’t expected the woman to be completely decent, which was why she had brought the dresses in the first place. Still, two women together in a room was hardly the same problem as two women and her naked brother.
She adverted her eyes almost instantly, but some odd instinct kept her rooted in place. She felt that now that she was here, she could not possibly leave the two of them unchaperoned. Lest they have…more sex? The thought was an absurd one, but it was one of the more logical ones Dorothea was having. The rest were inappropriate or rather amused toward her brother. This was not exactly the way she wanted to start off with the Queen of Athenia, however, and felt bad for putting her in such a situation.
Before she could make any apologies, Iason mustered some sort of explanation for his behavior that prompted Dorothea to lose any sense of decorum. Letting out a hearty laugh at his statement, she rolled her eyes, unable to contain herself. “Oh, is this how they say good morning in Athenia, then?” she retorted. If Iason thought he would make it through this without any teasing, then he was in for a surprise. Still slightly tart, she added, “I wasn’t aware.”
At least the laughter had managed to unfreeze her from her stupor and she shifted the garments in her hand, moving to hang them in an appropriate spot. “Good morning, your majesty,” she greeted, her tone much warmer. Truly, Dorothea felt bad for the severe invasion of privacy. “My apologies for the intrusion. I thought you might want something to wear. I brought you several choices. You may keep them all.” She arranged the clothes neatly, still not looking at the pair. Well, this changed her entire perception of what she thought their relationship to be. Dorothea had been under the impression that they were no longer a couple, but this seemed to indicate otherwise.
She supposed she ought to give them their privacy, but she couldn’t resist another good-natured poke at Iason. They were siblings, after all. Teasing was part of their nature. “I didn’t bring any for you, Iason. But of course, you may have your choice of these outfits too.”
As she made to leave the room, Dorothea paused, feeling as though she shouldn’t leave things this way with the queen, who hadn’t shown her face yet. Doro could imagine the mortified feeling she must have and didn’t want the rest of their relationship to be awkward.
“Your majesty, I must once again apologize for the intrusion. Perhaps I can make it up to you over breakfast or a walk? I’d like to prove my manners aren’t always so ghastly.”
Shifting and hiding as Iason moved, Persephone hid most of her face from the embarrassment of the event while maintaining visibility through her fingers. Initially crippled with shame, Persephone, who was at least entirely covered for entire spectacle - first by Iason himself and then by the sheet he pulled up and over her to mask her nudity, was later able to laugh as the two siblings ribbed at each other. When Dorothea commented on nudity being the preferred method of a morning greeting in Athenia, Persephone couldn't help but start to laugh; the sound was too deep and full-bodied in tone to be labelled as a twittering giggle but was too feminine to be defined as a chuckle. Instead, it operated in a soft and rich middle ground that surprised even herself. It had been a while since she had laughed.
When Dorothea made nothing of it, hung up the gowns on one side of the room and then made a flippant remark to her brother to choose which he liked as she moved back across the chamber, Persephone was already grinning. She liked this woman. Whilst her tone and manners were graceful and calm, her words and jests held a fire that Persephone had always been too soft to pull off. Ice, she could do. Lawful regulation and silver-tongued words. Cold put downs and political strokes. She could be strong and determined and unyielding when necessary. But she had never worn her heart out there and fuelled such actions with spice and personality in the same way this young woman did.
Were there any more ways in which the Dimitrou family were to awe her and offer her glimpses of what her life could be like on an alternative path?
"Er... of course! No, not at all!" Persephone was able to offer from around her bedding bundle that she was loathe to leave while the Lady was still present. Her words were a poor response to Dorothea who had invited her company and consideration after the morning repast. She found it amusing that the girl felt the need to correct the impression of her manners, when it was Persephone who had been conducting herself in all the wrong manners since arriving at their homestead.
When Iason's sister left the room in as much as a flurry and sarcastic remark as she had entered it, Persephone turned her covered face into the mattress beneath her, her shoulders curling in towards the man she had just agreed to marry. She made a groaning noise into the sheets.
"I fear I shall never hold any decent reputation with your family for as long as I live." She muttered with a sound that was half laughter half sob. "I have managed a spectacularly appalling first start with almost all of them." She lamented, as she had not yet really met Alexa on a one-to-one basis.
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Shifting and hiding as Iason moved, Persephone hid most of her face from the embarrassment of the event while maintaining visibility through her fingers. Initially crippled with shame, Persephone, who was at least entirely covered for entire spectacle - first by Iason himself and then by the sheet he pulled up and over her to mask her nudity, was later able to laugh as the two siblings ribbed at each other. When Dorothea commented on nudity being the preferred method of a morning greeting in Athenia, Persephone couldn't help but start to laugh; the sound was too deep and full-bodied in tone to be labelled as a twittering giggle but was too feminine to be defined as a chuckle. Instead, it operated in a soft and rich middle ground that surprised even herself. It had been a while since she had laughed.
When Dorothea made nothing of it, hung up the gowns on one side of the room and then made a flippant remark to her brother to choose which he liked as she moved back across the chamber, Persephone was already grinning. She liked this woman. Whilst her tone and manners were graceful and calm, her words and jests held a fire that Persephone had always been too soft to pull off. Ice, she could do. Lawful regulation and silver-tongued words. Cold put downs and political strokes. She could be strong and determined and unyielding when necessary. But she had never worn her heart out there and fuelled such actions with spice and personality in the same way this young woman did.
Were there any more ways in which the Dimitrou family were to awe her and offer her glimpses of what her life could be like on an alternative path?
"Er... of course! No, not at all!" Persephone was able to offer from around her bedding bundle that she was loathe to leave while the Lady was still present. Her words were a poor response to Dorothea who had invited her company and consideration after the morning repast. She found it amusing that the girl felt the need to correct the impression of her manners, when it was Persephone who had been conducting herself in all the wrong manners since arriving at their homestead.
When Iason's sister left the room in as much as a flurry and sarcastic remark as she had entered it, Persephone turned her covered face into the mattress beneath her, her shoulders curling in towards the man she had just agreed to marry. She made a groaning noise into the sheets.
"I fear I shall never hold any decent reputation with your family for as long as I live." She muttered with a sound that was half laughter half sob. "I have managed a spectacularly appalling first start with almost all of them." She lamented, as she had not yet really met Alexa on a one-to-one basis.
Shifting and hiding as Iason moved, Persephone hid most of her face from the embarrassment of the event while maintaining visibility through her fingers. Initially crippled with shame, Persephone, who was at least entirely covered for entire spectacle - first by Iason himself and then by the sheet he pulled up and over her to mask her nudity, was later able to laugh as the two siblings ribbed at each other. When Dorothea commented on nudity being the preferred method of a morning greeting in Athenia, Persephone couldn't help but start to laugh; the sound was too deep and full-bodied in tone to be labelled as a twittering giggle but was too feminine to be defined as a chuckle. Instead, it operated in a soft and rich middle ground that surprised even herself. It had been a while since she had laughed.
When Dorothea made nothing of it, hung up the gowns on one side of the room and then made a flippant remark to her brother to choose which he liked as she moved back across the chamber, Persephone was already grinning. She liked this woman. Whilst her tone and manners were graceful and calm, her words and jests held a fire that Persephone had always been too soft to pull off. Ice, she could do. Lawful regulation and silver-tongued words. Cold put downs and political strokes. She could be strong and determined and unyielding when necessary. But she had never worn her heart out there and fuelled such actions with spice and personality in the same way this young woman did.
Were there any more ways in which the Dimitrou family were to awe her and offer her glimpses of what her life could be like on an alternative path?
"Er... of course! No, not at all!" Persephone was able to offer from around her bedding bundle that she was loathe to leave while the Lady was still present. Her words were a poor response to Dorothea who had invited her company and consideration after the morning repast. She found it amusing that the girl felt the need to correct the impression of her manners, when it was Persephone who had been conducting herself in all the wrong manners since arriving at their homestead.
When Iason's sister left the room in as much as a flurry and sarcastic remark as she had entered it, Persephone turned her covered face into the mattress beneath her, her shoulders curling in towards the man she had just agreed to marry. She made a groaning noise into the sheets.
"I fear I shall never hold any decent reputation with your family for as long as I live." She muttered with a sound that was half laughter half sob. "I have managed a spectacularly appalling first start with almost all of them." She lamented, as she had not yet really met Alexa on a one-to-one basis.
Iason's face was bright red as Dorothea continued to joke, and as his sister walked across to hang up the dresses, Iason found a pillow behind him and lobbed it towards the intruder. It missed spectacularly and he fell backwards with a groan, hiding his face in his hands. Her remark that he was welcome to any of her dresses that fit brought him up on his elbow once more, glaring over at her and wishing more than anything the ground would swallow his sister up right now.
"Dodo...if when you see yourself out you could make sure the door closes behind you."
His pointed comment seemed to be what the girl needed to see herself out, not without throwing an additional mark of shade his direction before he fell back once again with a groan of frustration. So much for privacy and speaking to his father first. With Dorothea now in on their secret it would no doubt be out before he manged to dress for breakfast. Persephone's muffled voice drew his attention to her, glancing over with a sheepish grin and then rubbing a hand over his face. Well, he was now sufficiently awake.
"You've certainly thrown our world into a spin."
He wouldn't lie, the Dimitrou household was very much used to being calm and orderly. Gavriil would no doubt be having a bit of a fit over how he had swooped in with his fiancee and between the two of them caused so much trouble. He needed to go speak with his father in regards to his marriage contract. The night before he had been ready to break it off, considering how she had been treating him since they'd left Athenia, but after last night, he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.
"I do need to speak with my father this morning. About our marriage." Turning his head to look over at her, he reached out to brush a hand along her arm. Her reaction before Dorothea had walked in, when she said okay to staying here with him, had been a good start but it still wasn't a confirmation that she still wanted to marry him. "Do I have a yes?"
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Iason's face was bright red as Dorothea continued to joke, and as his sister walked across to hang up the dresses, Iason found a pillow behind him and lobbed it towards the intruder. It missed spectacularly and he fell backwards with a groan, hiding his face in his hands. Her remark that he was welcome to any of her dresses that fit brought him up on his elbow once more, glaring over at her and wishing more than anything the ground would swallow his sister up right now.
"Dodo...if when you see yourself out you could make sure the door closes behind you."
His pointed comment seemed to be what the girl needed to see herself out, not without throwing an additional mark of shade his direction before he fell back once again with a groan of frustration. So much for privacy and speaking to his father first. With Dorothea now in on their secret it would no doubt be out before he manged to dress for breakfast. Persephone's muffled voice drew his attention to her, glancing over with a sheepish grin and then rubbing a hand over his face. Well, he was now sufficiently awake.
"You've certainly thrown our world into a spin."
He wouldn't lie, the Dimitrou household was very much used to being calm and orderly. Gavriil would no doubt be having a bit of a fit over how he had swooped in with his fiancee and between the two of them caused so much trouble. He needed to go speak with his father in regards to his marriage contract. The night before he had been ready to break it off, considering how she had been treating him since they'd left Athenia, but after last night, he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.
"I do need to speak with my father this morning. About our marriage." Turning his head to look over at her, he reached out to brush a hand along her arm. Her reaction before Dorothea had walked in, when she said okay to staying here with him, had been a good start but it still wasn't a confirmation that she still wanted to marry him. "Do I have a yes?"
Iason's face was bright red as Dorothea continued to joke, and as his sister walked across to hang up the dresses, Iason found a pillow behind him and lobbed it towards the intruder. It missed spectacularly and he fell backwards with a groan, hiding his face in his hands. Her remark that he was welcome to any of her dresses that fit brought him up on his elbow once more, glaring over at her and wishing more than anything the ground would swallow his sister up right now.
"Dodo...if when you see yourself out you could make sure the door closes behind you."
His pointed comment seemed to be what the girl needed to see herself out, not without throwing an additional mark of shade his direction before he fell back once again with a groan of frustration. So much for privacy and speaking to his father first. With Dorothea now in on their secret it would no doubt be out before he manged to dress for breakfast. Persephone's muffled voice drew his attention to her, glancing over with a sheepish grin and then rubbing a hand over his face. Well, he was now sufficiently awake.
"You've certainly thrown our world into a spin."
He wouldn't lie, the Dimitrou household was very much used to being calm and orderly. Gavriil would no doubt be having a bit of a fit over how he had swooped in with his fiancee and between the two of them caused so much trouble. He needed to go speak with his father in regards to his marriage contract. The night before he had been ready to break it off, considering how she had been treating him since they'd left Athenia, but after last night, he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.
"I do need to speak with my father this morning. About our marriage." Turning his head to look over at her, he reached out to brush a hand along her arm. Her reaction before Dorothea had walked in, when she said okay to staying here with him, had been a good start but it still wasn't a confirmation that she still wanted to marry him. "Do I have a yes?"
Amused by the childish and easy-going attitude of the man beside her, Persephone watched with genuine curiosity. Back in Athenia, Iason had behaved with a stoic sort of propriety that he seemed to wear like an itchy cloak. He had been good at it and able to play the aloof Athenian nobleman with apparent ease but when they had had their moments along together, Persephone hadn't been blind to the fact that he clearly felt a need to... stretch his wings so to speak. But had not been able to move forward with their casual connection too far and too quickly. She wondered now if this was the man he had been wanting to show her. A man who threw pillows at his adult sister and insisted, with rudeness masked in polite request, that she shut the door on her way out.
She wondered how the old Persephone - the princess mask Persephone - would feel about this man. Probably be frightened of him. Or uncomfortable in how to behave. Falsehoods always did shiver at the presence of genuine truth.
When Iason turned to look at her as she grumbled into the mattress, offering her comfort in how she had set the house "spinning", Persephone released half of her face and raised the liberated hand to hold up a single warning finger.
"That is a diplomatic spin, if ever I heard one." She told him with spark in her eye. "Never try to out spin a princess, Lord Iason, we are the Queens of diplomatic phrasing."
When she was rewarded for her teasing with the reminder that Iason would need to go and speak with his father, Persephone swallowed but her nervousness evaporated when Iason took the time to tease her right back, his words lingering in the air between them as he leaned down towards her. She had only to tilt her head and lift her mouth to offer him a kiss.
She did the first and only half of the last, not making full contact with his mouth.
"Is that not what I said?" She asked him, as if enjoying the torment of not giving him the direct answer he was looking for.
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Amused by the childish and easy-going attitude of the man beside her, Persephone watched with genuine curiosity. Back in Athenia, Iason had behaved with a stoic sort of propriety that he seemed to wear like an itchy cloak. He had been good at it and able to play the aloof Athenian nobleman with apparent ease but when they had had their moments along together, Persephone hadn't been blind to the fact that he clearly felt a need to... stretch his wings so to speak. But had not been able to move forward with their casual connection too far and too quickly. She wondered now if this was the man he had been wanting to show her. A man who threw pillows at his adult sister and insisted, with rudeness masked in polite request, that she shut the door on her way out.
She wondered how the old Persephone - the princess mask Persephone - would feel about this man. Probably be frightened of him. Or uncomfortable in how to behave. Falsehoods always did shiver at the presence of genuine truth.
When Iason turned to look at her as she grumbled into the mattress, offering her comfort in how she had set the house "spinning", Persephone released half of her face and raised the liberated hand to hold up a single warning finger.
"That is a diplomatic spin, if ever I heard one." She told him with spark in her eye. "Never try to out spin a princess, Lord Iason, we are the Queens of diplomatic phrasing."
When she was rewarded for her teasing with the reminder that Iason would need to go and speak with his father, Persephone swallowed but her nervousness evaporated when Iason took the time to tease her right back, his words lingering in the air between them as he leaned down towards her. She had only to tilt her head and lift her mouth to offer him a kiss.
She did the first and only half of the last, not making full contact with his mouth.
"Is that not what I said?" She asked him, as if enjoying the torment of not giving him the direct answer he was looking for.
Amused by the childish and easy-going attitude of the man beside her, Persephone watched with genuine curiosity. Back in Athenia, Iason had behaved with a stoic sort of propriety that he seemed to wear like an itchy cloak. He had been good at it and able to play the aloof Athenian nobleman with apparent ease but when they had had their moments along together, Persephone hadn't been blind to the fact that he clearly felt a need to... stretch his wings so to speak. But had not been able to move forward with their casual connection too far and too quickly. She wondered now if this was the man he had been wanting to show her. A man who threw pillows at his adult sister and insisted, with rudeness masked in polite request, that she shut the door on her way out.
She wondered how the old Persephone - the princess mask Persephone - would feel about this man. Probably be frightened of him. Or uncomfortable in how to behave. Falsehoods always did shiver at the presence of genuine truth.
When Iason turned to look at her as she grumbled into the mattress, offering her comfort in how she had set the house "spinning", Persephone released half of her face and raised the liberated hand to hold up a single warning finger.
"That is a diplomatic spin, if ever I heard one." She told him with spark in her eye. "Never try to out spin a princess, Lord Iason, we are the Queens of diplomatic phrasing."
When she was rewarded for her teasing with the reminder that Iason would need to go and speak with his father, Persephone swallowed but her nervousness evaporated when Iason took the time to tease her right back, his words lingering in the air between them as he leaned down towards her. She had only to tilt her head and lift her mouth to offer him a kiss.
She did the first and only half of the last, not making full contact with his mouth.
"Is that not what I said?" She asked him, as if enjoying the torment of not giving him the direct answer he was looking for.
Iason caught the hand she lifted, taking the tip of her finger between his teeth gently in jest before placing a kiss to it. He'd never dare try to out spin her, all he'd said was the truth. They had thrown the household into madness and it was only fair to tell her the truth of it. His father would no doubt have words to say to them both, and he could only hope that Gavriil would be kind when he spoke to the queen. It wasn't all her fault, though especially her behavior in the first few hours of being here had certainly kicked it off.
"I would never, my queen."
Her shift brought them so close and in a tantalizing beat he waited for her lips to find his, hovering above her with their breath mingling. Instead she teased him further and he huffed indignantly, bumping his nose against hers and then shifting down to press his lips to her neck. If she was intent on driving him mad he could play that game. Trailing his mouth down to her collarbone he paused between each kiss as if for emphasis.
"Not to my satisfaction, no."
He grazed his teeth along her shoulder.
"I want to hear you say it."
Settling on his side next to her, his head propped up by one hand he let the other trail along her side with a feather light touch, happy to just be given the opportunity to spend this time with her. It had been what he wanted from the beginning, and though he wasn't thrilled with the circumstances that had come about to bring this sort of gentle, easy affection to their lives, he was content in the moment.
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Iason caught the hand she lifted, taking the tip of her finger between his teeth gently in jest before placing a kiss to it. He'd never dare try to out spin her, all he'd said was the truth. They had thrown the household into madness and it was only fair to tell her the truth of it. His father would no doubt have words to say to them both, and he could only hope that Gavriil would be kind when he spoke to the queen. It wasn't all her fault, though especially her behavior in the first few hours of being here had certainly kicked it off.
"I would never, my queen."
Her shift brought them so close and in a tantalizing beat he waited for her lips to find his, hovering above her with their breath mingling. Instead she teased him further and he huffed indignantly, bumping his nose against hers and then shifting down to press his lips to her neck. If she was intent on driving him mad he could play that game. Trailing his mouth down to her collarbone he paused between each kiss as if for emphasis.
"Not to my satisfaction, no."
He grazed his teeth along her shoulder.
"I want to hear you say it."
Settling on his side next to her, his head propped up by one hand he let the other trail along her side with a feather light touch, happy to just be given the opportunity to spend this time with her. It had been what he wanted from the beginning, and though he wasn't thrilled with the circumstances that had come about to bring this sort of gentle, easy affection to their lives, he was content in the moment.
Iason caught the hand she lifted, taking the tip of her finger between his teeth gently in jest before placing a kiss to it. He'd never dare try to out spin her, all he'd said was the truth. They had thrown the household into madness and it was only fair to tell her the truth of it. His father would no doubt have words to say to them both, and he could only hope that Gavriil would be kind when he spoke to the queen. It wasn't all her fault, though especially her behavior in the first few hours of being here had certainly kicked it off.
"I would never, my queen."
Her shift brought them so close and in a tantalizing beat he waited for her lips to find his, hovering above her with their breath mingling. Instead she teased him further and he huffed indignantly, bumping his nose against hers and then shifting down to press his lips to her neck. If she was intent on driving him mad he could play that game. Trailing his mouth down to her collarbone he paused between each kiss as if for emphasis.
"Not to my satisfaction, no."
He grazed his teeth along her shoulder.
"I want to hear you say it."
Settling on his side next to her, his head propped up by one hand he let the other trail along her side with a feather light touch, happy to just be given the opportunity to spend this time with her. It had been what he wanted from the beginning, and though he wasn't thrilled with the circumstances that had come about to bring this sort of gentle, easy affection to their lives, he was content in the moment.
Turning into herself as if to escape Iason's touch, Persephone's smile belied any indication that she didn't enjoy the kisses he peppered along her skin. But she was still a woman who was innocent of such close proximity and contact with a man which meant that her nervousness and... well, shyness got the better of her occasionally. Which was odd for her to note given that she had never considered herself to be either shy or timid.
As Iason started to tease, however, the nerves were blown away by her natural assurance as she fought right back.
"Oh, so you're not going to try to out spin "your queen" but you'll order me." She jested, wiggling around and securing the blankets around herself like a strapless dress. "Is that how this union is going to work, then?" She asked, looking over her bare shoulder at him, her hair a mess of wanton, black locks. "You bark, I follow?"
Twisting her lips to show what she thought of that concept, Persephone turned away from Iason, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, taking the blankets and sheets with her in a long white train as if she were wearing one of her more ornate chitons back in the Athenian palace.
She could only take a step away from the bed, however, before the tugging on the sheets restrained her. Iason had hidden his own nudity with the other end so Persephone held fast to the taut edge of the sheet. She raised her eyebrows and cleared her throat - "Uh-hmmm." - as she gave it a little tug, clearly demanding that he relinquish his own modesty to protect hers, her eyes bright with a play she had never naturally felt before.
The mischievous childishness of the scenario had her skin prickly with sensitivity and a brightness enter her cheeks, despite having yet performed her morning ablutions.
Taking her lower lip gently between her teeth, Persephone barely restrained her smile as she gave the sheet another tug and her betrothed a challenging look...
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Turning into herself as if to escape Iason's touch, Persephone's smile belied any indication that she didn't enjoy the kisses he peppered along her skin. But she was still a woman who was innocent of such close proximity and contact with a man which meant that her nervousness and... well, shyness got the better of her occasionally. Which was odd for her to note given that she had never considered herself to be either shy or timid.
As Iason started to tease, however, the nerves were blown away by her natural assurance as she fought right back.
"Oh, so you're not going to try to out spin "your queen" but you'll order me." She jested, wiggling around and securing the blankets around herself like a strapless dress. "Is that how this union is going to work, then?" She asked, looking over her bare shoulder at him, her hair a mess of wanton, black locks. "You bark, I follow?"
Twisting her lips to show what she thought of that concept, Persephone turned away from Iason, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, taking the blankets and sheets with her in a long white train as if she were wearing one of her more ornate chitons back in the Athenian palace.
She could only take a step away from the bed, however, before the tugging on the sheets restrained her. Iason had hidden his own nudity with the other end so Persephone held fast to the taut edge of the sheet. She raised her eyebrows and cleared her throat - "Uh-hmmm." - as she gave it a little tug, clearly demanding that he relinquish his own modesty to protect hers, her eyes bright with a play she had never naturally felt before.
The mischievous childishness of the scenario had her skin prickly with sensitivity and a brightness enter her cheeks, despite having yet performed her morning ablutions.
Taking her lower lip gently between her teeth, Persephone barely restrained her smile as she gave the sheet another tug and her betrothed a challenging look...
Turning into herself as if to escape Iason's touch, Persephone's smile belied any indication that she didn't enjoy the kisses he peppered along her skin. But she was still a woman who was innocent of such close proximity and contact with a man which meant that her nervousness and... well, shyness got the better of her occasionally. Which was odd for her to note given that she had never considered herself to be either shy or timid.
As Iason started to tease, however, the nerves were blown away by her natural assurance as she fought right back.
"Oh, so you're not going to try to out spin "your queen" but you'll order me." She jested, wiggling around and securing the blankets around herself like a strapless dress. "Is that how this union is going to work, then?" She asked, looking over her bare shoulder at him, her hair a mess of wanton, black locks. "You bark, I follow?"
Twisting her lips to show what she thought of that concept, Persephone turned away from Iason, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, taking the blankets and sheets with her in a long white train as if she were wearing one of her more ornate chitons back in the Athenian palace.
She could only take a step away from the bed, however, before the tugging on the sheets restrained her. Iason had hidden his own nudity with the other end so Persephone held fast to the taut edge of the sheet. She raised her eyebrows and cleared her throat - "Uh-hmmm." - as she gave it a little tug, clearly demanding that he relinquish his own modesty to protect hers, her eyes bright with a play she had never naturally felt before.
The mischievous childishness of the scenario had her skin prickly with sensitivity and a brightness enter her cheeks, despite having yet performed her morning ablutions.
Taking her lower lip gently between her teeth, Persephone barely restrained her smile as she gave the sheet another tug and her betrothed a challenging look...
Iason gave a hearty laugh as she pushed away, taking most of the blankets with her and cocooning herself in the soft sheets. Clinging to the last corner of one to try to keep himself covered and somewhat warm from the chill of the room, he shook his head and gave a tug back at them. The way her hair had tangled in the night put him in mind of Aphrodite, framed so by the light of the window behind her and her makeshift draped gown. For a moment he was distracted until she asked if she was expected to follow when he barked.
”That was not an order, it was simply a statement.”
Persephone’s haughty look and clear expectation that he would roll away and allow her all of the coverings to do with as she would set his heart beating quick, his teasing replaced by a fond expression. Back in Athenia if he could have sensed this woman somewhere beneath the propriety and stillness, he would have...well he didn’t know what he would have done differently, but the change in her had been something of a wonder. Now she was someone he was excited to spend his life with.
As she gave one final persistent tug, Iason gave a sigh and released his hold on the sheet she so imperiously pulled away from him. Completely bare before her, his mischievous grin returned and he wagged his brows at her. He’d seen her, been given the chance to look over her in her entirety, but she hadn’t really done the same for him. It seemed only fair, but then again if she was going to hide her face in maidenly shyness again, it was just as much an opportunity for him to gain the upper hand.
”If you had wanted to see, all you had to do was ask.”
Standing, he strode past her to find where he’d tossed his tunic and trousers the night before, finding his trousers still damp but his tunic at least mercifully dry. He wouldn’t have to wander back to his room naked then, that was one thing in his favor.
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Iason gave a hearty laugh as she pushed away, taking most of the blankets with her and cocooning herself in the soft sheets. Clinging to the last corner of one to try to keep himself covered and somewhat warm from the chill of the room, he shook his head and gave a tug back at them. The way her hair had tangled in the night put him in mind of Aphrodite, framed so by the light of the window behind her and her makeshift draped gown. For a moment he was distracted until she asked if she was expected to follow when he barked.
”That was not an order, it was simply a statement.”
Persephone’s haughty look and clear expectation that he would roll away and allow her all of the coverings to do with as she would set his heart beating quick, his teasing replaced by a fond expression. Back in Athenia if he could have sensed this woman somewhere beneath the propriety and stillness, he would have...well he didn’t know what he would have done differently, but the change in her had been something of a wonder. Now she was someone he was excited to spend his life with.
As she gave one final persistent tug, Iason gave a sigh and released his hold on the sheet she so imperiously pulled away from him. Completely bare before her, his mischievous grin returned and he wagged his brows at her. He’d seen her, been given the chance to look over her in her entirety, but she hadn’t really done the same for him. It seemed only fair, but then again if she was going to hide her face in maidenly shyness again, it was just as much an opportunity for him to gain the upper hand.
”If you had wanted to see, all you had to do was ask.”
Standing, he strode past her to find where he’d tossed his tunic and trousers the night before, finding his trousers still damp but his tunic at least mercifully dry. He wouldn’t have to wander back to his room naked then, that was one thing in his favor.
Iason gave a hearty laugh as she pushed away, taking most of the blankets with her and cocooning herself in the soft sheets. Clinging to the last corner of one to try to keep himself covered and somewhat warm from the chill of the room, he shook his head and gave a tug back at them. The way her hair had tangled in the night put him in mind of Aphrodite, framed so by the light of the window behind her and her makeshift draped gown. For a moment he was distracted until she asked if she was expected to follow when he barked.
”That was not an order, it was simply a statement.”
Persephone’s haughty look and clear expectation that he would roll away and allow her all of the coverings to do with as she would set his heart beating quick, his teasing replaced by a fond expression. Back in Athenia if he could have sensed this woman somewhere beneath the propriety and stillness, he would have...well he didn’t know what he would have done differently, but the change in her had been something of a wonder. Now she was someone he was excited to spend his life with.
As she gave one final persistent tug, Iason gave a sigh and released his hold on the sheet she so imperiously pulled away from him. Completely bare before her, his mischievous grin returned and he wagged his brows at her. He’d seen her, been given the chance to look over her in her entirety, but she hadn’t really done the same for him. It seemed only fair, but then again if she was going to hide her face in maidenly shyness again, it was just as much an opportunity for him to gain the upper hand.
”If you had wanted to see, all you had to do was ask.”
Standing, he strode past her to find where he’d tossed his tunic and trousers the night before, finding his trousers still damp but his tunic at least mercifully dry. He wouldn’t have to wander back to his room naked then, that was one thing in his favor.
Offering only a haughty expression to his assurances that his words had been a statement rather than an order, Persephone only turned her nose up and remained where she was standing beside the bed and holding the sheet taut between them. It was a silly game but one she found herself enjoying the childish feel of. It was nice to witness how they each interacted, holding on to opposing ends of the bedclothes, for no other reason than sheer sport at the other. Persephone was certain - in her prudish Athenian manner - that there was no way Iason would reveal himself to her, but instead draw her back to the bed. What transpired was the exact opposite.
Letting go of the sheets and surrendering her the victory, Iason, in fact, had the last laugh as his nudity seemed to embarrass him none and herself greatly. With a surprising squeak and an instinctive hand over her eyes, Persephone kept the sheet in place with the handful at her chest whilst the other was occupied with obscuring her vision.
Her lips pealed wide into a smile she tried to restrain as she laughed through a closed mouth at his jesting. She couldn't see him, having covered her eyes and turned away for good measure but she could envision the swagger and confidence her exuded with such a statement.
"I can practically hear your posturing, Lord Iason." She told the man with a droll tone. "But I'll have you know I would ask no such thing." She swallowed a little as her voice turned a little vulnerable and uncertain. "I um... I actually haven't seen-" She let go of her eyes keeping her lashes closed as she waved randomly behind her in his general direction. "-that at all." She commented, trying to explain that it wasn't exactly her fault that she was behaving quite as innocently prudish as she was, as she moved her hand back over her eyes.
Persephone had been raised in a very specific way, with a very narrow focus, to the repression of all else. Her one and only goal and objective was to be the perfect princess and, one day, queen of Athenia. And Queens did not witness mean in their full nudity before they were married; it was a simple instruction to follow and surprisingly easy to live your life in adherence to if you had a unit of armed guards and army of tutors, guardians and ladies maids to keep such an event or eventuality from ever occurring...
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Offering only a haughty expression to his assurances that his words had been a statement rather than an order, Persephone only turned her nose up and remained where she was standing beside the bed and holding the sheet taut between them. It was a silly game but one she found herself enjoying the childish feel of. It was nice to witness how they each interacted, holding on to opposing ends of the bedclothes, for no other reason than sheer sport at the other. Persephone was certain - in her prudish Athenian manner - that there was no way Iason would reveal himself to her, but instead draw her back to the bed. What transpired was the exact opposite.
Letting go of the sheets and surrendering her the victory, Iason, in fact, had the last laugh as his nudity seemed to embarrass him none and herself greatly. With a surprising squeak and an instinctive hand over her eyes, Persephone kept the sheet in place with the handful at her chest whilst the other was occupied with obscuring her vision.
Her lips pealed wide into a smile she tried to restrain as she laughed through a closed mouth at his jesting. She couldn't see him, having covered her eyes and turned away for good measure but she could envision the swagger and confidence her exuded with such a statement.
"I can practically hear your posturing, Lord Iason." She told the man with a droll tone. "But I'll have you know I would ask no such thing." She swallowed a little as her voice turned a little vulnerable and uncertain. "I um... I actually haven't seen-" She let go of her eyes keeping her lashes closed as she waved randomly behind her in his general direction. "-that at all." She commented, trying to explain that it wasn't exactly her fault that she was behaving quite as innocently prudish as she was, as she moved her hand back over her eyes.
Persephone had been raised in a very specific way, with a very narrow focus, to the repression of all else. Her one and only goal and objective was to be the perfect princess and, one day, queen of Athenia. And Queens did not witness mean in their full nudity before they were married; it was a simple instruction to follow and surprisingly easy to live your life in adherence to if you had a unit of armed guards and army of tutors, guardians and ladies maids to keep such an event or eventuality from ever occurring...
Offering only a haughty expression to his assurances that his words had been a statement rather than an order, Persephone only turned her nose up and remained where she was standing beside the bed and holding the sheet taut between them. It was a silly game but one she found herself enjoying the childish feel of. It was nice to witness how they each interacted, holding on to opposing ends of the bedclothes, for no other reason than sheer sport at the other. Persephone was certain - in her prudish Athenian manner - that there was no way Iason would reveal himself to her, but instead draw her back to the bed. What transpired was the exact opposite.
Letting go of the sheets and surrendering her the victory, Iason, in fact, had the last laugh as his nudity seemed to embarrass him none and herself greatly. With a surprising squeak and an instinctive hand over her eyes, Persephone kept the sheet in place with the handful at her chest whilst the other was occupied with obscuring her vision.
Her lips pealed wide into a smile she tried to restrain as she laughed through a closed mouth at his jesting. She couldn't see him, having covered her eyes and turned away for good measure but she could envision the swagger and confidence her exuded with such a statement.
"I can practically hear your posturing, Lord Iason." She told the man with a droll tone. "But I'll have you know I would ask no such thing." She swallowed a little as her voice turned a little vulnerable and uncertain. "I um... I actually haven't seen-" She let go of her eyes keeping her lashes closed as she waved randomly behind her in his general direction. "-that at all." She commented, trying to explain that it wasn't exactly her fault that she was behaving quite as innocently prudish as she was, as she moved her hand back over her eyes.
Persephone had been raised in a very specific way, with a very narrow focus, to the repression of all else. Her one and only goal and objective was to be the perfect princess and, one day, queen of Athenia. And Queens did not witness mean in their full nudity before they were married; it was a simple instruction to follow and surprisingly easy to live your life in adherence to if you had a unit of armed guards and army of tutors, guardians and ladies maids to keep such an event or eventuality from ever occurring...
Iason’s eyebrows shot up at his betrothed’s reaction. For someone who last night had been very eager along with him she was surprisingly shy in the light of day. Trying not to feel chagrined by her hiding of her face, he simply laughed and picked up his tunic. He ought not have been surprised really, she was after all the prudish queen of Athenia still for all of her new found courage and confidence.
Her accusation of his posturing brought another peal of laughter from his lips and as if to prove her right struck a pose like one of the many statues that stood of the heroes of old. He held it a moment before pulling his tunic over his head to cover most of him down past his hips. Her second revelation he’d him pausing, face flushing as she drew focus to his body in an odd manner. Especially that she would never ask to see him. It was oddly uncomfortable to think that the woman he had just been naked in bed with had no desire to actually look at him in his nude state.
”Well….ah...”
Trailing off awkwardly, Iason tried to think of any sort of response that would break the bizarre tension that had just come between them. It wasn’t as if he’d seen much of a woman before last night either, but she’d had less trouble revealing herself in entirety to him than looking at him at all. Was he repulsive in some way? Or not what she’d expected? He didn’t know how to respond.
”I suppose we should go to breakfast. And I should get dressed then.”
He made a move for the door, grabbing his still damp trousers and sandals from the floor before pausing and turning back to her
”Did you need assistance? Dressing, I mean.”
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Iason’s eyebrows shot up at his betrothed’s reaction. For someone who last night had been very eager along with him she was surprisingly shy in the light of day. Trying not to feel chagrined by her hiding of her face, he simply laughed and picked up his tunic. He ought not have been surprised really, she was after all the prudish queen of Athenia still for all of her new found courage and confidence.
Her accusation of his posturing brought another peal of laughter from his lips and as if to prove her right struck a pose like one of the many statues that stood of the heroes of old. He held it a moment before pulling his tunic over his head to cover most of him down past his hips. Her second revelation he’d him pausing, face flushing as she drew focus to his body in an odd manner. Especially that she would never ask to see him. It was oddly uncomfortable to think that the woman he had just been naked in bed with had no desire to actually look at him in his nude state.
”Well….ah...”
Trailing off awkwardly, Iason tried to think of any sort of response that would break the bizarre tension that had just come between them. It wasn’t as if he’d seen much of a woman before last night either, but she’d had less trouble revealing herself in entirety to him than looking at him at all. Was he repulsive in some way? Or not what she’d expected? He didn’t know how to respond.
”I suppose we should go to breakfast. And I should get dressed then.”
He made a move for the door, grabbing his still damp trousers and sandals from the floor before pausing and turning back to her
”Did you need assistance? Dressing, I mean.”
Iason’s eyebrows shot up at his betrothed’s reaction. For someone who last night had been very eager along with him she was surprisingly shy in the light of day. Trying not to feel chagrined by her hiding of her face, he simply laughed and picked up his tunic. He ought not have been surprised really, she was after all the prudish queen of Athenia still for all of her new found courage and confidence.
Her accusation of his posturing brought another peal of laughter from his lips and as if to prove her right struck a pose like one of the many statues that stood of the heroes of old. He held it a moment before pulling his tunic over his head to cover most of him down past his hips. Her second revelation he’d him pausing, face flushing as she drew focus to his body in an odd manner. Especially that she would never ask to see him. It was oddly uncomfortable to think that the woman he had just been naked in bed with had no desire to actually look at him in his nude state.
”Well….ah...”
Trailing off awkwardly, Iason tried to think of any sort of response that would break the bizarre tension that had just come between them. It wasn’t as if he’d seen much of a woman before last night either, but she’d had less trouble revealing herself in entirety to him than looking at him at all. Was he repulsive in some way? Or not what she’d expected? He didn’t know how to respond.
”I suppose we should go to breakfast. And I should get dressed then.”
He made a move for the door, grabbing his still damp trousers and sandals from the floor before pausing and turning back to her
”Did you need assistance? Dressing, I mean.”
Listening as Iason seemed to lose a little of the nonchalance and happy spark to his tone of voice, Persephone split her fingers and looked back over her shoulder, still holding the bed sheets in place at her chest to cause the elegant cascade of a train down over the floor and across the bed. She glanced over her shoulder to spot him now naked from the waist down but at least covered in a manner that saved her blushes and his dignity. She smiled a little until she noticed that his eyes seemed awkward in meeting hers and it was only years of training that stopped a pretty scowl from forming over her brow. Something she had said had offended him. He had shifted slightly in his easiness.
Then again, perhaps it had been nothing to do with her and everything to do with the pants he held in one hand that were clearly still wet. Having never been hung out to allow the air or the heat of the room the dry the fabric, they had remained crumpled on the floor where the folds had maintained their dampness.
Perhaps Iason was just annoyed by the reminder of the evening previous.
Or perhaps frustrated that he had nothing comfortable to wear to return to his rooms.
Or perhaps she was seriously over thinking things.
This last was a conclusion she came to as he turned back to her, his attentions and patience back in place and a friendly tone in his voice, offering the help her to dress. With an amused tilt to her head, Persephone adjusted her weight so that she was clearly jutting out a hip in haughty determination.
"Despite my recent infantile displays, I am a grown woman, Lord Iason." She insisted. "I am perfectly capable of dressing myself." She added, as her chin came up in dignified determination.
When her betrothed offered only the raising of his hands in surrender and left her to her morning ablutions with the assurance that he would return to escort her to breakfast (in case she had forgotten where the dining chamber was, perhaps?) Persephone had been smiling at being left to her own devices within the room, only to then be surprised that she was doing it.
Touching the fingertips of one hand to the smile that curved her mouth, Persephone then broke the touch sharply, licked her lips into her mouth, and then blew out a long exhale of nervous energy.
She looked around herself: at the bedsheet she wore, the clothes that had been strewn to the floor. She noticed the chiton gown she had dropped to the floor at her own feet and felt her stomach hollow and her cheeks flame with an awkward feeling somewhere between shame and tantalising excitement. She noted the hearth having run down and the black ash from its wooden flame dusting over the sheets wrapped at her fee-
"Oh shoot!" Persephone cursed, taking several quick steps away and, being wrapped in the bedclothes, nearly falling over her own encased legs. Luckily, she steadied herself before collapsing in an undignified heap. But either way it was definitely time for clothing.
A half hour later and Persephone was thoroughly regretting not accepting the help that was offered to her. Apparently, growing up with two sisters had informed Iason more thoroughly on women's dressing than Persephone had ever been taught, given that - despite her confident assurances previously - she had never actually dressed herself. As a child she was clothed by her governesses and as an adult by her ladies in waiting. And a chiton, it turned out, was far harder to fasten and secure than it looked when three other people were doing it for you.
Eventually, though, she had it and, thankful that she had not had to resort to the embarrassment of calling Iason back or seeking a maid for help, Persephone was able to ensure that she looked at least some way presentable in her dress, for breakfast. Her hair, on the other hand, was horrendous and there was nothing to be done with it that she could do alone. Luckily, the Lady Dorothea had thought in the way women do and sent her own servant to set Persephone's hair. Even with the lack of a proper wash the night before, her hair drying overnight and never being brushed since before she was out in a storm, the maid who was sent to her worked wonders on the locks and had them brushed into raven silkiness in just enough time for Persephone to attend unto breakfast - an event she was now steadily becoming nervous of, as it appeared now that it was due to be a dining experience with her new family...
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Listening as Iason seemed to lose a little of the nonchalance and happy spark to his tone of voice, Persephone split her fingers and looked back over her shoulder, still holding the bed sheets in place at her chest to cause the elegant cascade of a train down over the floor and across the bed. She glanced over her shoulder to spot him now naked from the waist down but at least covered in a manner that saved her blushes and his dignity. She smiled a little until she noticed that his eyes seemed awkward in meeting hers and it was only years of training that stopped a pretty scowl from forming over her brow. Something she had said had offended him. He had shifted slightly in his easiness.
Then again, perhaps it had been nothing to do with her and everything to do with the pants he held in one hand that were clearly still wet. Having never been hung out to allow the air or the heat of the room the dry the fabric, they had remained crumpled on the floor where the folds had maintained their dampness.
Perhaps Iason was just annoyed by the reminder of the evening previous.
Or perhaps frustrated that he had nothing comfortable to wear to return to his rooms.
Or perhaps she was seriously over thinking things.
This last was a conclusion she came to as he turned back to her, his attentions and patience back in place and a friendly tone in his voice, offering the help her to dress. With an amused tilt to her head, Persephone adjusted her weight so that she was clearly jutting out a hip in haughty determination.
"Despite my recent infantile displays, I am a grown woman, Lord Iason." She insisted. "I am perfectly capable of dressing myself." She added, as her chin came up in dignified determination.
When her betrothed offered only the raising of his hands in surrender and left her to her morning ablutions with the assurance that he would return to escort her to breakfast (in case she had forgotten where the dining chamber was, perhaps?) Persephone had been smiling at being left to her own devices within the room, only to then be surprised that she was doing it.
Touching the fingertips of one hand to the smile that curved her mouth, Persephone then broke the touch sharply, licked her lips into her mouth, and then blew out a long exhale of nervous energy.
She looked around herself: at the bedsheet she wore, the clothes that had been strewn to the floor. She noticed the chiton gown she had dropped to the floor at her own feet and felt her stomach hollow and her cheeks flame with an awkward feeling somewhere between shame and tantalising excitement. She noted the hearth having run down and the black ash from its wooden flame dusting over the sheets wrapped at her fee-
"Oh shoot!" Persephone cursed, taking several quick steps away and, being wrapped in the bedclothes, nearly falling over her own encased legs. Luckily, she steadied herself before collapsing in an undignified heap. But either way it was definitely time for clothing.
A half hour later and Persephone was thoroughly regretting not accepting the help that was offered to her. Apparently, growing up with two sisters had informed Iason more thoroughly on women's dressing than Persephone had ever been taught, given that - despite her confident assurances previously - she had never actually dressed herself. As a child she was clothed by her governesses and as an adult by her ladies in waiting. And a chiton, it turned out, was far harder to fasten and secure than it looked when three other people were doing it for you.
Eventually, though, she had it and, thankful that she had not had to resort to the embarrassment of calling Iason back or seeking a maid for help, Persephone was able to ensure that she looked at least some way presentable in her dress, for breakfast. Her hair, on the other hand, was horrendous and there was nothing to be done with it that she could do alone. Luckily, the Lady Dorothea had thought in the way women do and sent her own servant to set Persephone's hair. Even with the lack of a proper wash the night before, her hair drying overnight and never being brushed since before she was out in a storm, the maid who was sent to her worked wonders on the locks and had them brushed into raven silkiness in just enough time for Persephone to attend unto breakfast - an event she was now steadily becoming nervous of, as it appeared now that it was due to be a dining experience with her new family...
Listening as Iason seemed to lose a little of the nonchalance and happy spark to his tone of voice, Persephone split her fingers and looked back over her shoulder, still holding the bed sheets in place at her chest to cause the elegant cascade of a train down over the floor and across the bed. She glanced over her shoulder to spot him now naked from the waist down but at least covered in a manner that saved her blushes and his dignity. She smiled a little until she noticed that his eyes seemed awkward in meeting hers and it was only years of training that stopped a pretty scowl from forming over her brow. Something she had said had offended him. He had shifted slightly in his easiness.
Then again, perhaps it had been nothing to do with her and everything to do with the pants he held in one hand that were clearly still wet. Having never been hung out to allow the air or the heat of the room the dry the fabric, they had remained crumpled on the floor where the folds had maintained their dampness.
Perhaps Iason was just annoyed by the reminder of the evening previous.
Or perhaps frustrated that he had nothing comfortable to wear to return to his rooms.
Or perhaps she was seriously over thinking things.
This last was a conclusion she came to as he turned back to her, his attentions and patience back in place and a friendly tone in his voice, offering the help her to dress. With an amused tilt to her head, Persephone adjusted her weight so that she was clearly jutting out a hip in haughty determination.
"Despite my recent infantile displays, I am a grown woman, Lord Iason." She insisted. "I am perfectly capable of dressing myself." She added, as her chin came up in dignified determination.
When her betrothed offered only the raising of his hands in surrender and left her to her morning ablutions with the assurance that he would return to escort her to breakfast (in case she had forgotten where the dining chamber was, perhaps?) Persephone had been smiling at being left to her own devices within the room, only to then be surprised that she was doing it.
Touching the fingertips of one hand to the smile that curved her mouth, Persephone then broke the touch sharply, licked her lips into her mouth, and then blew out a long exhale of nervous energy.
She looked around herself: at the bedsheet she wore, the clothes that had been strewn to the floor. She noticed the chiton gown she had dropped to the floor at her own feet and felt her stomach hollow and her cheeks flame with an awkward feeling somewhere between shame and tantalising excitement. She noted the hearth having run down and the black ash from its wooden flame dusting over the sheets wrapped at her fee-
"Oh shoot!" Persephone cursed, taking several quick steps away and, being wrapped in the bedclothes, nearly falling over her own encased legs. Luckily, she steadied herself before collapsing in an undignified heap. But either way it was definitely time for clothing.
A half hour later and Persephone was thoroughly regretting not accepting the help that was offered to her. Apparently, growing up with two sisters had informed Iason more thoroughly on women's dressing than Persephone had ever been taught, given that - despite her confident assurances previously - she had never actually dressed herself. As a child she was clothed by her governesses and as an adult by her ladies in waiting. And a chiton, it turned out, was far harder to fasten and secure than it looked when three other people were doing it for you.
Eventually, though, she had it and, thankful that she had not had to resort to the embarrassment of calling Iason back or seeking a maid for help, Persephone was able to ensure that she looked at least some way presentable in her dress, for breakfast. Her hair, on the other hand, was horrendous and there was nothing to be done with it that she could do alone. Luckily, the Lady Dorothea had thought in the way women do and sent her own servant to set Persephone's hair. Even with the lack of a proper wash the night before, her hair drying overnight and never being brushed since before she was out in a storm, the maid who was sent to her worked wonders on the locks and had them brushed into raven silkiness in just enough time for Persephone to attend unto breakfast - an event she was now steadily becoming nervous of, as it appeared now that it was due to be a dining experience with her new family...
