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As Tythra stared out the carriage to the many mountains of Dolomesa, she reassured herself that things would not be like last time. Tythra was older now and more experienced with the world. She would not be emotional like she was with Minas. She would not be so girlish so… filled with dreams. She would be proper, just as a lady should. She would be strong, just as a Kotas should. Things will be fine.
When Tythra had gone to Athenia it was with the intention of becoming Queen of Athenia and to rule by the side of King Minas. Instead, what Tythra received was a broken heart. She had felt lost. She hadn’t expected to find love in the King, and just like that, it was gone. When Tythra’s father had sent her to Taengea to find a husband instead she found herself rebelling in Argothia with a Lord as she tried to find who she once was.
But that chapter was over, and once more Tythra returned to Colchis- supposedly for good. The time for love was passed, the time for rebelling was over. King Silas was very clear on that. And Tythra… too wanted that phase to be done. She was ready for it to be done. She pushed down her emotions, tilted her chin up, and soldiered forward with the strength that came from someone with Kotas blood.
There was a part of Tythra who thought, as she saw her nephews be born, that this was the only family she would ever have. She would grow with them, stay in the Kotas manor forever unmarried, unloved. It couldn’t be so bad, could it? Embarrassing, absolutely, but not awful. She loved her nephews and her sister in law, Princess Yanni, and idolized her brother Prince Tython.
But those thoughts were proven to be melodramatic. For her father went to her once again and told her that he was in talks with… Lord Thesus of Drakos. Tythra was shocked for a moment. The Drakos family were rich, the richest in Colchis in fact. But they weren’t of royal blood. Mere barons with extreme amounts of wealth. It was no King Minas- nowhere close.
Tythra, of course, knew who Thesus was. To be a baron at 5 years old was nothing to scoff at. And he had always made his presence known at events. I’m going to marry a princess! He said when they were small children. Tythra didn’t believe him then, and she still didn’t. He was kind, though, and amusing. He had a kind of charm that the women at court would swoon over. Tythra never swooned, though. She was far too… proud to do that.
And yet as things advanced, discussions truly seemed to go forward. Discussions on making Drakos a royal house, and even an old Kotas manor in Minas being added to the dowry. Land was being situated and money to be exchanged. It was well out of Tythra’s hands, but the more time that went on the more… likely it seemed that Tythra would be of house Drakos.
And then came the day where she found her handmaidens packing her trunks, and a carriage was summoned to take her to Dolomesa. Never had Tythra been to that province. She had seen mountains, but none were as mighty as the ones in Dolomesa. It had so many mines, a network of gold and silver that could be seen everywhere. And there were so many people. It was no Midas- but far more than she had ever seen outside the capital.
A familiar scene lay before Tythra. She exited a carriage to a place she had never seen before. It wasn’t the mighty palatai- but still the manor was beautiful. Made of sandstone with quartz veins running through it, it was a sight to behold and certainly worthy of being the home of the richest family in Colchis.
It won’t be like last time.
“Princess Tythra of Kotas,” her name was announced.
I’m older now.
The Princess walked forward, the glittering tiara on her head. She had her chin up high, and she ignored the pounding heart that was threatening to leap out of her chest.
And… it’s Thesus.
She stopped in front of Thesus. Her stomach did several flips. But never did her nerves show on her face. She was a Kotas… who would become a Drakos.
“You were right.”
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This time… things will be fine.
As Tythra stared out the carriage to the many mountains of Dolomesa, she reassured herself that things would not be like last time. Tythra was older now and more experienced with the world. She would not be emotional like she was with Minas. She would not be so girlish so… filled with dreams. She would be proper, just as a lady should. She would be strong, just as a Kotas should. Things will be fine.
When Tythra had gone to Athenia it was with the intention of becoming Queen of Athenia and to rule by the side of King Minas. Instead, what Tythra received was a broken heart. She had felt lost. She hadn’t expected to find love in the King, and just like that, it was gone. When Tythra’s father had sent her to Taengea to find a husband instead she found herself rebelling in Argothia with a Lord as she tried to find who she once was.
But that chapter was over, and once more Tythra returned to Colchis- supposedly for good. The time for love was passed, the time for rebelling was over. King Silas was very clear on that. And Tythra… too wanted that phase to be done. She was ready for it to be done. She pushed down her emotions, tilted her chin up, and soldiered forward with the strength that came from someone with Kotas blood.
There was a part of Tythra who thought, as she saw her nephews be born, that this was the only family she would ever have. She would grow with them, stay in the Kotas manor forever unmarried, unloved. It couldn’t be so bad, could it? Embarrassing, absolutely, but not awful. She loved her nephews and her sister in law, Princess Yanni, and idolized her brother Prince Tython.
But those thoughts were proven to be melodramatic. For her father went to her once again and told her that he was in talks with… Lord Thesus of Drakos. Tythra was shocked for a moment. The Drakos family were rich, the richest in Colchis in fact. But they weren’t of royal blood. Mere barons with extreme amounts of wealth. It was no King Minas- nowhere close.
Tythra, of course, knew who Thesus was. To be a baron at 5 years old was nothing to scoff at. And he had always made his presence known at events. I’m going to marry a princess! He said when they were small children. Tythra didn’t believe him then, and she still didn’t. He was kind, though, and amusing. He had a kind of charm that the women at court would swoon over. Tythra never swooned, though. She was far too… proud to do that.
And yet as things advanced, discussions truly seemed to go forward. Discussions on making Drakos a royal house, and even an old Kotas manor in Minas being added to the dowry. Land was being situated and money to be exchanged. It was well out of Tythra’s hands, but the more time that went on the more… likely it seemed that Tythra would be of house Drakos.
And then came the day where she found her handmaidens packing her trunks, and a carriage was summoned to take her to Dolomesa. Never had Tythra been to that province. She had seen mountains, but none were as mighty as the ones in Dolomesa. It had so many mines, a network of gold and silver that could be seen everywhere. And there were so many people. It was no Midas- but far more than she had ever seen outside the capital.
A familiar scene lay before Tythra. She exited a carriage to a place she had never seen before. It wasn’t the mighty palatai- but still the manor was beautiful. Made of sandstone with quartz veins running through it, it was a sight to behold and certainly worthy of being the home of the richest family in Colchis.
It won’t be like last time.
“Princess Tythra of Kotas,” her name was announced.
I’m older now.
The Princess walked forward, the glittering tiara on her head. She had her chin up high, and she ignored the pounding heart that was threatening to leap out of her chest.
And… it’s Thesus.
She stopped in front of Thesus. Her stomach did several flips. But never did her nerves show on her face. She was a Kotas… who would become a Drakos.
“You were right.”
This time… things will be fine.
As Tythra stared out the carriage to the many mountains of Dolomesa, she reassured herself that things would not be like last time. Tythra was older now and more experienced with the world. She would not be emotional like she was with Minas. She would not be so girlish so… filled with dreams. She would be proper, just as a lady should. She would be strong, just as a Kotas should. Things will be fine.
When Tythra had gone to Athenia it was with the intention of becoming Queen of Athenia and to rule by the side of King Minas. Instead, what Tythra received was a broken heart. She had felt lost. She hadn’t expected to find love in the King, and just like that, it was gone. When Tythra’s father had sent her to Taengea to find a husband instead she found herself rebelling in Argothia with a Lord as she tried to find who she once was.
But that chapter was over, and once more Tythra returned to Colchis- supposedly for good. The time for love was passed, the time for rebelling was over. King Silas was very clear on that. And Tythra… too wanted that phase to be done. She was ready for it to be done. She pushed down her emotions, tilted her chin up, and soldiered forward with the strength that came from someone with Kotas blood.
There was a part of Tythra who thought, as she saw her nephews be born, that this was the only family she would ever have. She would grow with them, stay in the Kotas manor forever unmarried, unloved. It couldn’t be so bad, could it? Embarrassing, absolutely, but not awful. She loved her nephews and her sister in law, Princess Yanni, and idolized her brother Prince Tython.
But those thoughts were proven to be melodramatic. For her father went to her once again and told her that he was in talks with… Lord Thesus of Drakos. Tythra was shocked for a moment. The Drakos family were rich, the richest in Colchis in fact. But they weren’t of royal blood. Mere barons with extreme amounts of wealth. It was no King Minas- nowhere close.
Tythra, of course, knew who Thesus was. To be a baron at 5 years old was nothing to scoff at. And he had always made his presence known at events. I’m going to marry a princess! He said when they were small children. Tythra didn’t believe him then, and she still didn’t. He was kind, though, and amusing. He had a kind of charm that the women at court would swoon over. Tythra never swooned, though. She was far too… proud to do that.
And yet as things advanced, discussions truly seemed to go forward. Discussions on making Drakos a royal house, and even an old Kotas manor in Minas being added to the dowry. Land was being situated and money to be exchanged. It was well out of Tythra’s hands, but the more time that went on the more… likely it seemed that Tythra would be of house Drakos.
And then came the day where she found her handmaidens packing her trunks, and a carriage was summoned to take her to Dolomesa. Never had Tythra been to that province. She had seen mountains, but none were as mighty as the ones in Dolomesa. It had so many mines, a network of gold and silver that could be seen everywhere. And there were so many people. It was no Midas- but far more than she had ever seen outside the capital.
A familiar scene lay before Tythra. She exited a carriage to a place she had never seen before. It wasn’t the mighty palatai- but still the manor was beautiful. Made of sandstone with quartz veins running through it, it was a sight to behold and certainly worthy of being the home of the richest family in Colchis.
It won’t be like last time.
“Princess Tythra of Kotas,” her name was announced.
I’m older now.
The Princess walked forward, the glittering tiara on her head. She had her chin up high, and she ignored the pounding heart that was threatening to leap out of her chest.
And… it’s Thesus.
She stopped in front of Thesus. Her stomach did several flips. But never did her nerves show on her face. She was a Kotas… who would become a Drakos.
“You were right.”
“I’m going to marry a Princess,” were the words he had told his mother when he was too young to even understand what marriage was. He had promised her that when his father had died, knowing even then that, to continue the Drakos line and bring further power to the family, this was one of the surest ways to do so. He had grown up imagining his life, desperate for it to finally begin. And he had strived to keep his promise to his mother.
It was pure chance that he fell in love with a princess.
Tythra of Kotas was beautiful, intelligent and graceful, among many other attractive qualities. She was everything he had ever wanted in a wife, and a princess to boot. He had pursued her when they were barely adults, having fallen in love with her. But she had been destined to marry another man - King Minas of Athenia. It had shattered his heart when he heard the news that his beloved Tythra would not be his, instead given to another man who would never appreciate her for what she was. He had entered a sort of mourning when she sailed for Athenia, sure that he would never find a woman quite so wonderful as Tythra.
But then she had returned to Colchis, unmarried. Thesus didn’t know why the betrothal had fallen through, and it was not his place to ask, but he was glad of it all the same. He returned to pursuing her once more, trying to court a woman who was always polite but never more than that when it came to dealing with Thesus.
Tythra’s father, Thesus had known, was in talks with other nobility and royals across Colchis and beyond. He had made his move, approaching the King, Silas of Kotas himself to offer his hand in marriage to Tythra. The talks had been long and arduous, but all worth it when Silas had agreed to the union.
And now Thesus stood anxiously in a receiving room in his house, ready to greet the princess to Dolomesa and his home. He hard the carriages pull up outside and began wringing his hans nervously. It wasn’t like him to be this agitated - normally he was calm and collected, but when it came to Tythra everything about his stoic nature seemed to go out of the window with his dignity. Even after knowing her for so many years. He gave himself a short pep talk, telling himself to pull himself together and then took a deep breath in. His hands dropped to his sides and he plastered a smile onto his face.
In that time, the princess must have exited her carriage because she was there before him, being introduced to the room by a herald. The smile became more natural as he gazed at his future bride. “Your Highness,” Thesus ducked his head into a bow as he spoke, affording her a proper greeting as befits a royal guest in his home. His heart rate rabbited up in his chest as he stepped forward, reaching out a hand to take hers. If she allowed it, he would place a gentle, chaste kiss on the back of her hand.
“I’m right about many things,” Thesus replied, confusion colouring his tone, which was otherwise playful. He felt a little giddy, truth be told. “Pray tell, what am I right about this time?” Releasing her hand, he didn’t step back again. “You have had a long journey, your Highness. Perhaps you would like to take the opportunity to freshen up and rest?”
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“I’m going to marry a Princess,” were the words he had told his mother when he was too young to even understand what marriage was. He had promised her that when his father had died, knowing even then that, to continue the Drakos line and bring further power to the family, this was one of the surest ways to do so. He had grown up imagining his life, desperate for it to finally begin. And he had strived to keep his promise to his mother.
It was pure chance that he fell in love with a princess.
Tythra of Kotas was beautiful, intelligent and graceful, among many other attractive qualities. She was everything he had ever wanted in a wife, and a princess to boot. He had pursued her when they were barely adults, having fallen in love with her. But she had been destined to marry another man - King Minas of Athenia. It had shattered his heart when he heard the news that his beloved Tythra would not be his, instead given to another man who would never appreciate her for what she was. He had entered a sort of mourning when she sailed for Athenia, sure that he would never find a woman quite so wonderful as Tythra.
But then she had returned to Colchis, unmarried. Thesus didn’t know why the betrothal had fallen through, and it was not his place to ask, but he was glad of it all the same. He returned to pursuing her once more, trying to court a woman who was always polite but never more than that when it came to dealing with Thesus.
Tythra’s father, Thesus had known, was in talks with other nobility and royals across Colchis and beyond. He had made his move, approaching the King, Silas of Kotas himself to offer his hand in marriage to Tythra. The talks had been long and arduous, but all worth it when Silas had agreed to the union.
And now Thesus stood anxiously in a receiving room in his house, ready to greet the princess to Dolomesa and his home. He hard the carriages pull up outside and began wringing his hans nervously. It wasn’t like him to be this agitated - normally he was calm and collected, but when it came to Tythra everything about his stoic nature seemed to go out of the window with his dignity. Even after knowing her for so many years. He gave himself a short pep talk, telling himself to pull himself together and then took a deep breath in. His hands dropped to his sides and he plastered a smile onto his face.
In that time, the princess must have exited her carriage because she was there before him, being introduced to the room by a herald. The smile became more natural as he gazed at his future bride. “Your Highness,” Thesus ducked his head into a bow as he spoke, affording her a proper greeting as befits a royal guest in his home. His heart rate rabbited up in his chest as he stepped forward, reaching out a hand to take hers. If she allowed it, he would place a gentle, chaste kiss on the back of her hand.
“I’m right about many things,” Thesus replied, confusion colouring his tone, which was otherwise playful. He felt a little giddy, truth be told. “Pray tell, what am I right about this time?” Releasing her hand, he didn’t step back again. “You have had a long journey, your Highness. Perhaps you would like to take the opportunity to freshen up and rest?”
“I’m going to marry a Princess,” were the words he had told his mother when he was too young to even understand what marriage was. He had promised her that when his father had died, knowing even then that, to continue the Drakos line and bring further power to the family, this was one of the surest ways to do so. He had grown up imagining his life, desperate for it to finally begin. And he had strived to keep his promise to his mother.
It was pure chance that he fell in love with a princess.
Tythra of Kotas was beautiful, intelligent and graceful, among many other attractive qualities. She was everything he had ever wanted in a wife, and a princess to boot. He had pursued her when they were barely adults, having fallen in love with her. But she had been destined to marry another man - King Minas of Athenia. It had shattered his heart when he heard the news that his beloved Tythra would not be his, instead given to another man who would never appreciate her for what she was. He had entered a sort of mourning when she sailed for Athenia, sure that he would never find a woman quite so wonderful as Tythra.
But then she had returned to Colchis, unmarried. Thesus didn’t know why the betrothal had fallen through, and it was not his place to ask, but he was glad of it all the same. He returned to pursuing her once more, trying to court a woman who was always polite but never more than that when it came to dealing with Thesus.
Tythra’s father, Thesus had known, was in talks with other nobility and royals across Colchis and beyond. He had made his move, approaching the King, Silas of Kotas himself to offer his hand in marriage to Tythra. The talks had been long and arduous, but all worth it when Silas had agreed to the union.
And now Thesus stood anxiously in a receiving room in his house, ready to greet the princess to Dolomesa and his home. He hard the carriages pull up outside and began wringing his hans nervously. It wasn’t like him to be this agitated - normally he was calm and collected, but when it came to Tythra everything about his stoic nature seemed to go out of the window with his dignity. Even after knowing her for so many years. He gave himself a short pep talk, telling himself to pull himself together and then took a deep breath in. His hands dropped to his sides and he plastered a smile onto his face.
In that time, the princess must have exited her carriage because she was there before him, being introduced to the room by a herald. The smile became more natural as he gazed at his future bride. “Your Highness,” Thesus ducked his head into a bow as he spoke, affording her a proper greeting as befits a royal guest in his home. His heart rate rabbited up in his chest as he stepped forward, reaching out a hand to take hers. If she allowed it, he would place a gentle, chaste kiss on the back of her hand.
“I’m right about many things,” Thesus replied, confusion colouring his tone, which was otherwise playful. He felt a little giddy, truth be told. “Pray tell, what am I right about this time?” Releasing her hand, he didn’t step back again. “You have had a long journey, your Highness. Perhaps you would like to take the opportunity to freshen up and rest?”
I’m right about many things.
Cocky jerk. Tythra fought to keep the amused smile from her lips, corners perking up just a bit into what could almost be a smirk. Thesus had a way, even when they were young, to break through her cold exterior. He was like her brother in that way. Perhaps it was his sincerity or his charm. He was unlike the other nobles, so… uncreative in their pursuits for the only daughter of King Silas and Queen Kaiti. He was blatant like them, but in a way that… could make Tythra laugh.
Thesus wasn’t the worst option her father could have chosen. He was kind, handsome, intelligent, even if he was a bit silly. Most of all he was… comfortable. Something that was missing when she had met King Minas. It took work before she could get comfortable with the man. But with Thesus… it came much more natural. After all, they had known each other for so long.
He had released her hand but he didn’t step back, a gesture that finally caused a crack in her mask to break and a scoff tinged with amusement. “It must not have been important to you if you don’t remember what you’re right about,” I’m going to marry a Princess. Tythra was four years old then, and the memory itself was hazy, but she could at least recall vehemently denying him. You’re gonna have to find another Princess because it won’t be me!
With the expectation of becoming Queen instead Tythra would be doing something else- bringing a new royal house into Colchis. Thesus and Tythra would be venturing new ground together. A baron with riches beyond all of Colchis, that money would only increase when it’s united with Kotas power and land; The family had always made waves in court, but with this union the Drakos house would be making a tsunami.
“That would be appreciated,” Tythra said as her handmaidens handed her trunk to one of the numerous Drakos slaves that flitted about. Yet, to disappear on her own so quickly after arriving was not what the Princess wished. To be honest, Tythra didn’t know what she wished. This was the second time in her life she had been in this situation- the first started with a tour then a feast. But Tythra did not want to relive her experiences with Minas. Thesus was not Minas… she needed things to be different.
“Although perhaps before that, what would you say to a tour of Dolomesa? I had… never seen the mines before. I’m curious to see where the Drakos fortune began.” To be fair, Tythra had never been curious to see mines. When her brother spent his year in the mines, Tythra had been much too young to visit him. It was too dangerous, her parents would snap at her through her childish tantrums. They had been correct, of course. Not to mention mines were filthy and no place for a Princess.
Yet, it was different now. While of course by right it was still Thesus’s to control, she would be a Drakos and thus it was only right to have some knowledge of what would be under her name. While Tythra had been a Kotas she learned at least rudimentary knowledge of the military and matters of state, more so than the average woman. She should expand that knowledge now to metals and ores, and see the lifeblood of the dragon even… if it was dirty.
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Cocky jerk. Tythra fought to keep the amused smile from her lips, corners perking up just a bit into what could almost be a smirk. Thesus had a way, even when they were young, to break through her cold exterior. He was like her brother in that way. Perhaps it was his sincerity or his charm. He was unlike the other nobles, so… uncreative in their pursuits for the only daughter of King Silas and Queen Kaiti. He was blatant like them, but in a way that… could make Tythra laugh.
Thesus wasn’t the worst option her father could have chosen. He was kind, handsome, intelligent, even if he was a bit silly. Most of all he was… comfortable. Something that was missing when she had met King Minas. It took work before she could get comfortable with the man. But with Thesus… it came much more natural. After all, they had known each other for so long.
He had released her hand but he didn’t step back, a gesture that finally caused a crack in her mask to break and a scoff tinged with amusement. “It must not have been important to you if you don’t remember what you’re right about,” I’m going to marry a Princess. Tythra was four years old then, and the memory itself was hazy, but she could at least recall vehemently denying him. You’re gonna have to find another Princess because it won’t be me!
With the expectation of becoming Queen instead Tythra would be doing something else- bringing a new royal house into Colchis. Thesus and Tythra would be venturing new ground together. A baron with riches beyond all of Colchis, that money would only increase when it’s united with Kotas power and land; The family had always made waves in court, but with this union the Drakos house would be making a tsunami.
“That would be appreciated,” Tythra said as her handmaidens handed her trunk to one of the numerous Drakos slaves that flitted about. Yet, to disappear on her own so quickly after arriving was not what the Princess wished. To be honest, Tythra didn’t know what she wished. This was the second time in her life she had been in this situation- the first started with a tour then a feast. But Tythra did not want to relive her experiences with Minas. Thesus was not Minas… she needed things to be different.
“Although perhaps before that, what would you say to a tour of Dolomesa? I had… never seen the mines before. I’m curious to see where the Drakos fortune began.” To be fair, Tythra had never been curious to see mines. When her brother spent his year in the mines, Tythra had been much too young to visit him. It was too dangerous, her parents would snap at her through her childish tantrums. They had been correct, of course. Not to mention mines were filthy and no place for a Princess.
Yet, it was different now. While of course by right it was still Thesus’s to control, she would be a Drakos and thus it was only right to have some knowledge of what would be under her name. While Tythra had been a Kotas she learned at least rudimentary knowledge of the military and matters of state, more so than the average woman. She should expand that knowledge now to metals and ores, and see the lifeblood of the dragon even… if it was dirty.
I’m right about many things.
Cocky jerk. Tythra fought to keep the amused smile from her lips, corners perking up just a bit into what could almost be a smirk. Thesus had a way, even when they were young, to break through her cold exterior. He was like her brother in that way. Perhaps it was his sincerity or his charm. He was unlike the other nobles, so… uncreative in their pursuits for the only daughter of King Silas and Queen Kaiti. He was blatant like them, but in a way that… could make Tythra laugh.
Thesus wasn’t the worst option her father could have chosen. He was kind, handsome, intelligent, even if he was a bit silly. Most of all he was… comfortable. Something that was missing when she had met King Minas. It took work before she could get comfortable with the man. But with Thesus… it came much more natural. After all, they had known each other for so long.
He had released her hand but he didn’t step back, a gesture that finally caused a crack in her mask to break and a scoff tinged with amusement. “It must not have been important to you if you don’t remember what you’re right about,” I’m going to marry a Princess. Tythra was four years old then, and the memory itself was hazy, but she could at least recall vehemently denying him. You’re gonna have to find another Princess because it won’t be me!
With the expectation of becoming Queen instead Tythra would be doing something else- bringing a new royal house into Colchis. Thesus and Tythra would be venturing new ground together. A baron with riches beyond all of Colchis, that money would only increase when it’s united with Kotas power and land; The family had always made waves in court, but with this union the Drakos house would be making a tsunami.
“That would be appreciated,” Tythra said as her handmaidens handed her trunk to one of the numerous Drakos slaves that flitted about. Yet, to disappear on her own so quickly after arriving was not what the Princess wished. To be honest, Tythra didn’t know what she wished. This was the second time in her life she had been in this situation- the first started with a tour then a feast. But Tythra did not want to relive her experiences with Minas. Thesus was not Minas… she needed things to be different.
“Although perhaps before that, what would you say to a tour of Dolomesa? I had… never seen the mines before. I’m curious to see where the Drakos fortune began.” To be fair, Tythra had never been curious to see mines. When her brother spent his year in the mines, Tythra had been much too young to visit him. It was too dangerous, her parents would snap at her through her childish tantrums. They had been correct, of course. Not to mention mines were filthy and no place for a Princess.
Yet, it was different now. While of course by right it was still Thesus’s to control, she would be a Drakos and thus it was only right to have some knowledge of what would be under her name. While Tythra had been a Kotas she learned at least rudimentary knowledge of the military and matters of state, more so than the average woman. She should expand that knowledge now to metals and ores, and see the lifeblood of the dragon even… if it was dirty.
“I suppose you must be right, Your Highness. It can’t have been that important.” The smile still played on his lips, like he was the only one who knew a secret. He had been successful in capturing his princess - he was going to be marrying her! As he stepped back, he took the opportunity to take in her whole form. She was truly an exceptional woman, here stood before him. Absolutely beautiful. If he believed in such a thing, he wouldn’t have been able to believe his luck. But luck had nothing to do with it though. Instead, he silently thanked the Gods for smiling down on him.
She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps in was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. She had flawless ivory skin that seemed to glow in the light of day, beautiful golden locks, and warm brown eyes. Her emotions were easily hidden on her innocent face, but her eyes… her eyes showed her soul. Thesus knew in that moment that he could forever just stare into them and know that the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing in front of him.
There was no passion there now, but there was a quiet hopefulness, and that was enough for Thesus for now. He could work with hopeful.
He continued to smile at her, surprised that she didn’t want to take the opportunity to rest, normally women were exhausted after long periods of travel. But he was pleased all the same, it meant he didn’t have to spend hours pacing up and down as he waited for her to be refreshed. He didn’t think he would be capable of waiting any longer to spend time with his future wife. Oh, how lucky he was.
When she mentioned that she would like to see something of Dolomesa, in particular the mines, Thesus blinked, even more surprised. Take a lady such as herself to the mines? What was she wanting to see down there… but she was a royal princess and he was not in a position to turn her down. Not that he ever wanted to be in the position of saying ‘no’ to her.
“Okay,” he paused, coming up with a plan on the spot. “Why don’t I have a slave show you to your rooms and you can take a few minutes for yourself,” Thesus raised a hand, flicking his fingers towards a waiting slave in a gesture that indicated what he wanted the slave to do as he said. The slave stepped forward, head and shoulders bowed in deference to both his Lord and his Princess. He stood ready to direct the Princess up to her chambers. “And I will meet you down at the stables in half an hour. I will have the horses saddled and we can leave for the mines?”
If she agreed to his plan, he would watch her leave the receiving room behind the slave before making his own way out of the room and house, down the entrance and to the right of the expansive estate where the stables were hidden away behind a copse of trees. There, he had a couple of stable boys pull out his brown stallion and a black palfrey for Tythra: he knew she could ride (who couldn’t), but he was not sure how comfortable she would be on a horse she didn’t know, so he had selected the most docile in his stables.
So full of pent up energy, Thesus even helped with saddling the horses. He couldn’t just stand and do nothing, not when the woman of his dreams was mere feet away from him. It was all he could think about, and it took longer than normal for him to secure the girth strap correctly, such was his lack of focus on the task at hand. Finally, the two horses were ready and tethered out in the main courtyard. And he waited for his betrothed to join him.
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“I suppose you must be right, Your Highness. It can’t have been that important.” The smile still played on his lips, like he was the only one who knew a secret. He had been successful in capturing his princess - he was going to be marrying her! As he stepped back, he took the opportunity to take in her whole form. She was truly an exceptional woman, here stood before him. Absolutely beautiful. If he believed in such a thing, he wouldn’t have been able to believe his luck. But luck had nothing to do with it though. Instead, he silently thanked the Gods for smiling down on him.
She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps in was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. She had flawless ivory skin that seemed to glow in the light of day, beautiful golden locks, and warm brown eyes. Her emotions were easily hidden on her innocent face, but her eyes… her eyes showed her soul. Thesus knew in that moment that he could forever just stare into them and know that the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing in front of him.
There was no passion there now, but there was a quiet hopefulness, and that was enough for Thesus for now. He could work with hopeful.
He continued to smile at her, surprised that she didn’t want to take the opportunity to rest, normally women were exhausted after long periods of travel. But he was pleased all the same, it meant he didn’t have to spend hours pacing up and down as he waited for her to be refreshed. He didn’t think he would be capable of waiting any longer to spend time with his future wife. Oh, how lucky he was.
When she mentioned that she would like to see something of Dolomesa, in particular the mines, Thesus blinked, even more surprised. Take a lady such as herself to the mines? What was she wanting to see down there… but she was a royal princess and he was not in a position to turn her down. Not that he ever wanted to be in the position of saying ‘no’ to her.
“Okay,” he paused, coming up with a plan on the spot. “Why don’t I have a slave show you to your rooms and you can take a few minutes for yourself,” Thesus raised a hand, flicking his fingers towards a waiting slave in a gesture that indicated what he wanted the slave to do as he said. The slave stepped forward, head and shoulders bowed in deference to both his Lord and his Princess. He stood ready to direct the Princess up to her chambers. “And I will meet you down at the stables in half an hour. I will have the horses saddled and we can leave for the mines?”
If she agreed to his plan, he would watch her leave the receiving room behind the slave before making his own way out of the room and house, down the entrance and to the right of the expansive estate where the stables were hidden away behind a copse of trees. There, he had a couple of stable boys pull out his brown stallion and a black palfrey for Tythra: he knew she could ride (who couldn’t), but he was not sure how comfortable she would be on a horse she didn’t know, so he had selected the most docile in his stables.
So full of pent up energy, Thesus even helped with saddling the horses. He couldn’t just stand and do nothing, not when the woman of his dreams was mere feet away from him. It was all he could think about, and it took longer than normal for him to secure the girth strap correctly, such was his lack of focus on the task at hand. Finally, the two horses were ready and tethered out in the main courtyard. And he waited for his betrothed to join him.
“I suppose you must be right, Your Highness. It can’t have been that important.” The smile still played on his lips, like he was the only one who knew a secret. He had been successful in capturing his princess - he was going to be marrying her! As he stepped back, he took the opportunity to take in her whole form. She was truly an exceptional woman, here stood before him. Absolutely beautiful. If he believed in such a thing, he wouldn’t have been able to believe his luck. But luck had nothing to do with it though. Instead, he silently thanked the Gods for smiling down on him.
She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps in was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. She had flawless ivory skin that seemed to glow in the light of day, beautiful golden locks, and warm brown eyes. Her emotions were easily hidden on her innocent face, but her eyes… her eyes showed her soul. Thesus knew in that moment that he could forever just stare into them and know that the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing in front of him.
There was no passion there now, but there was a quiet hopefulness, and that was enough for Thesus for now. He could work with hopeful.
He continued to smile at her, surprised that she didn’t want to take the opportunity to rest, normally women were exhausted after long periods of travel. But he was pleased all the same, it meant he didn’t have to spend hours pacing up and down as he waited for her to be refreshed. He didn’t think he would be capable of waiting any longer to spend time with his future wife. Oh, how lucky he was.
When she mentioned that she would like to see something of Dolomesa, in particular the mines, Thesus blinked, even more surprised. Take a lady such as herself to the mines? What was she wanting to see down there… but she was a royal princess and he was not in a position to turn her down. Not that he ever wanted to be in the position of saying ‘no’ to her.
“Okay,” he paused, coming up with a plan on the spot. “Why don’t I have a slave show you to your rooms and you can take a few minutes for yourself,” Thesus raised a hand, flicking his fingers towards a waiting slave in a gesture that indicated what he wanted the slave to do as he said. The slave stepped forward, head and shoulders bowed in deference to both his Lord and his Princess. He stood ready to direct the Princess up to her chambers. “And I will meet you down at the stables in half an hour. I will have the horses saddled and we can leave for the mines?”
If she agreed to his plan, he would watch her leave the receiving room behind the slave before making his own way out of the room and house, down the entrance and to the right of the expansive estate where the stables were hidden away behind a copse of trees. There, he had a couple of stable boys pull out his brown stallion and a black palfrey for Tythra: he knew she could ride (who couldn’t), but he was not sure how comfortable she would be on a horse she didn’t know, so he had selected the most docile in his stables.
So full of pent up energy, Thesus even helped with saddling the horses. He couldn’t just stand and do nothing, not when the woman of his dreams was mere feet away from him. It was all he could think about, and it took longer than normal for him to secure the girth strap correctly, such was his lack of focus on the task at hand. Finally, the two horses were ready and tethered out in the main courtyard. And he waited for his betrothed to join him.
Of course, Tythra would agree to the plan. She maintained her composure as she entered the estate, making sure to greet Lady Neena and Lord Derass. After pleasantries were exchanged, Tythra made her way to what would be her quarters during her stay here.
“Princess Tythra,” Astraea, her handmaiden began. “Are you sure about riding? You don’t typically enjoy hor-”
“It’ll be fine, Astraea.” Tythra cut her off. “If you’ll excuse me, while you prepare my riding clothes I will freshen up in the washroom. I’ll be back out in a moment.” Tythra crossed the bedroom to the washroom that was connected to it. Like the bedroom itself it was beautiful, with the walls laced with the limestone from the mines. Everything seemed to ooze riches, so much so that Tythra would wager that even royals would be envious of the Drakos. It seems money can buy you anything.
It certainly bought Tythra.
The moment the doors were closed the smile faded from Tythra’s lips. Without the mask of politeness and confidence, Tythra stood in the washroom. Nearly two years ago I arrived to become Queen… And now she would be riding to the Drakos mines. What had happened to bring her here?
And how did she feel about it?
Tythra didn’t… hate where she was. Of all the men she could have married, Thesus was certainly a good match. He was kind and he was warm. He had a smile that was positively infectious. And unlike so many people that flitted around court and vied for Tythra’s attention, Thesus of Drakos was a genuine man. Tythra rarely trusted people at just their word. Thesus was someone she would trust with her life.
And yet… she still didn't know how to feel about this. Her brother didn't come to love his wife right away, at least as far as Tythra thought. Would she come to love Thesus? Would she love him more fiercely than she did Minas?
Tythra closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She mustn't keep the lord waiting. Reentering the bedroom, she looked at the set of clothes laid upon the bed. They were simple, far simpler than the navy chiton lined with gold embroidery. This was a simple green, almost as deep as the forest itself. The belt was brown and clung tightly along her waist. As one lady dressed her, the second pulled her hair up, twisting it into braids before setting it upon her head in an intricaten yet convenient fashion.
Before long Tythra made her way to the stables. She wore a smile on her face, and ignored the stench that filled her nose. Tythra did not fear horses, but she loathed how... dirty they could be. Even horses that were treated as if they were Leventi stallions were still filthy. But she knew not to share her opinions to Thesus. She did not want to appear pompous or spoiled. Tythra wanted this to go well... no, she needed it to.
Thesus was a good man. Marrying him was her best option.
"Shall we ride, my Lord? Will you lead the way?"
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Of course, Tythra would agree to the plan. She maintained her composure as she entered the estate, making sure to greet Lady Neena and Lord Derass. After pleasantries were exchanged, Tythra made her way to what would be her quarters during her stay here.
“Princess Tythra,” Astraea, her handmaiden began. “Are you sure about riding? You don’t typically enjoy hor-”
“It’ll be fine, Astraea.” Tythra cut her off. “If you’ll excuse me, while you prepare my riding clothes I will freshen up in the washroom. I’ll be back out in a moment.” Tythra crossed the bedroom to the washroom that was connected to it. Like the bedroom itself it was beautiful, with the walls laced with the limestone from the mines. Everything seemed to ooze riches, so much so that Tythra would wager that even royals would be envious of the Drakos. It seems money can buy you anything.
It certainly bought Tythra.
The moment the doors were closed the smile faded from Tythra’s lips. Without the mask of politeness and confidence, Tythra stood in the washroom. Nearly two years ago I arrived to become Queen… And now she would be riding to the Drakos mines. What had happened to bring her here?
And how did she feel about it?
Tythra didn’t… hate where she was. Of all the men she could have married, Thesus was certainly a good match. He was kind and he was warm. He had a smile that was positively infectious. And unlike so many people that flitted around court and vied for Tythra’s attention, Thesus of Drakos was a genuine man. Tythra rarely trusted people at just their word. Thesus was someone she would trust with her life.
And yet… she still didn't know how to feel about this. Her brother didn't come to love his wife right away, at least as far as Tythra thought. Would she come to love Thesus? Would she love him more fiercely than she did Minas?
Tythra closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She mustn't keep the lord waiting. Reentering the bedroom, she looked at the set of clothes laid upon the bed. They were simple, far simpler than the navy chiton lined with gold embroidery. This was a simple green, almost as deep as the forest itself. The belt was brown and clung tightly along her waist. As one lady dressed her, the second pulled her hair up, twisting it into braids before setting it upon her head in an intricaten yet convenient fashion.
Before long Tythra made her way to the stables. She wore a smile on her face, and ignored the stench that filled her nose. Tythra did not fear horses, but she loathed how... dirty they could be. Even horses that were treated as if they were Leventi stallions were still filthy. But she knew not to share her opinions to Thesus. She did not want to appear pompous or spoiled. Tythra wanted this to go well... no, she needed it to.
Thesus was a good man. Marrying him was her best option.
"Shall we ride, my Lord? Will you lead the way?"
Of course, Tythra would agree to the plan. She maintained her composure as she entered the estate, making sure to greet Lady Neena and Lord Derass. After pleasantries were exchanged, Tythra made her way to what would be her quarters during her stay here.
“Princess Tythra,” Astraea, her handmaiden began. “Are you sure about riding? You don’t typically enjoy hor-”
“It’ll be fine, Astraea.” Tythra cut her off. “If you’ll excuse me, while you prepare my riding clothes I will freshen up in the washroom. I’ll be back out in a moment.” Tythra crossed the bedroom to the washroom that was connected to it. Like the bedroom itself it was beautiful, with the walls laced with the limestone from the mines. Everything seemed to ooze riches, so much so that Tythra would wager that even royals would be envious of the Drakos. It seems money can buy you anything.
It certainly bought Tythra.
The moment the doors were closed the smile faded from Tythra’s lips. Without the mask of politeness and confidence, Tythra stood in the washroom. Nearly two years ago I arrived to become Queen… And now she would be riding to the Drakos mines. What had happened to bring her here?
And how did she feel about it?
Tythra didn’t… hate where she was. Of all the men she could have married, Thesus was certainly a good match. He was kind and he was warm. He had a smile that was positively infectious. And unlike so many people that flitted around court and vied for Tythra’s attention, Thesus of Drakos was a genuine man. Tythra rarely trusted people at just their word. Thesus was someone she would trust with her life.
And yet… she still didn't know how to feel about this. Her brother didn't come to love his wife right away, at least as far as Tythra thought. Would she come to love Thesus? Would she love him more fiercely than she did Minas?
Tythra closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She mustn't keep the lord waiting. Reentering the bedroom, she looked at the set of clothes laid upon the bed. They were simple, far simpler than the navy chiton lined with gold embroidery. This was a simple green, almost as deep as the forest itself. The belt was brown and clung tightly along her waist. As one lady dressed her, the second pulled her hair up, twisting it into braids before setting it upon her head in an intricaten yet convenient fashion.
Before long Tythra made her way to the stables. She wore a smile on her face, and ignored the stench that filled her nose. Tythra did not fear horses, but she loathed how... dirty they could be. Even horses that were treated as if they were Leventi stallions were still filthy. But she knew not to share her opinions to Thesus. She did not want to appear pompous or spoiled. Tythra wanted this to go well... no, she needed it to.
Thesus was a good man. Marrying him was her best option.
"Shall we ride, my Lord? Will you lead the way?"
Thesus didn’t have long to wait, even though he had given her half an hour, she was efficient in freshening up and getting chawed out of her travelling garb and into something mote suited to riding. All the while as he was watching the palfrey being saddled as he prepared his own horse, Thesus found himself a victim to an almost giddy energy. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant sensation, truth be told, but he welcomed it all the same.
This woman was to be his wife. He was betrothed to the most beautiful woman in all Colchis, perhaps all the world. And a princess to boot. He was excited and nervous all at the same time.
These next few days could make or break them.
The pair had known each other for years, but this was a new situation for them both, to be engaged to marry. They barely knew each other in that sense, and he wanted to do nothing to turn the princess’ eye from him. He already knew he loved her, and that love would continue to grow the more time they spent together. But how did she feel about him? It was all well and good to have her smile at the right moments and say all the correct things… that would be expected of any lady who was tased properly. But to capture her heart as well as her mind… now that would be truly something.
After the two horses were saddled and prepared for their ride, Thesus spent the next few minutes stroking his stallion and whispering to the horse about how he would woo his new woman. It was easier to talk to a horse about such important matters - a human was like to share his thoughts with others and the last thing he needed was for the slaves and servants to be gossiping about this new match any more than was necessary. It was also less embarrassing this way: the horse didn’t talk back and tell him what a lovestruck fool he was being.
His lady appeared just as he was finishing his one-sided pep talk. Thesus’ smile was back in place and he left his horse to introduce Tythra to her palfrey, “Her name is Fizz,” he said quietly as he stroked the horse’s neck with one hand. With the other, he offered to help her up into the saddle. The horse was not a particularly tall one, but he hoped she appreciated the help all the same. Thesus didn’t exactly expect the woman to need a man to guide her through everything - she was a princess after all, and was probably much more capable than he was at many things. But, even so, he was keen to play the role of gallant husband.
Once Tythra was up on her horse, Thesus vaulted onto his own and gently dug his heels into the stallion’s sides to make him move. He took the reins in one hand and dragged a hand through his hair with the other, deciding where to go with his soon-to-be bride. She wanted to see the mines, apparently, but there was so much more to Dolomesa. He should walk her through the city first, allow the people to see her riding beside him for the first time, and let her get a feel for what was now her new home. They could head to the mines after.
Besides, it was nearing time for lunch. “I know this delightful stall in the market which sells the ripest, freshest fruit you have ever tasted, Your Highness,” he suggested as he slowed his horse to allow them to ride side by side. “Perhaps we will head there first, and enjoy a light meal before heading onto the mines?”
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Thesus didn’t have long to wait, even though he had given her half an hour, she was efficient in freshening up and getting chawed out of her travelling garb and into something mote suited to riding. All the while as he was watching the palfrey being saddled as he prepared his own horse, Thesus found himself a victim to an almost giddy energy. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant sensation, truth be told, but he welcomed it all the same.
This woman was to be his wife. He was betrothed to the most beautiful woman in all Colchis, perhaps all the world. And a princess to boot. He was excited and nervous all at the same time.
These next few days could make or break them.
The pair had known each other for years, but this was a new situation for them both, to be engaged to marry. They barely knew each other in that sense, and he wanted to do nothing to turn the princess’ eye from him. He already knew he loved her, and that love would continue to grow the more time they spent together. But how did she feel about him? It was all well and good to have her smile at the right moments and say all the correct things… that would be expected of any lady who was tased properly. But to capture her heart as well as her mind… now that would be truly something.
After the two horses were saddled and prepared for their ride, Thesus spent the next few minutes stroking his stallion and whispering to the horse about how he would woo his new woman. It was easier to talk to a horse about such important matters - a human was like to share his thoughts with others and the last thing he needed was for the slaves and servants to be gossiping about this new match any more than was necessary. It was also less embarrassing this way: the horse didn’t talk back and tell him what a lovestruck fool he was being.
His lady appeared just as he was finishing his one-sided pep talk. Thesus’ smile was back in place and he left his horse to introduce Tythra to her palfrey, “Her name is Fizz,” he said quietly as he stroked the horse’s neck with one hand. With the other, he offered to help her up into the saddle. The horse was not a particularly tall one, but he hoped she appreciated the help all the same. Thesus didn’t exactly expect the woman to need a man to guide her through everything - she was a princess after all, and was probably much more capable than he was at many things. But, even so, he was keen to play the role of gallant husband.
Once Tythra was up on her horse, Thesus vaulted onto his own and gently dug his heels into the stallion’s sides to make him move. He took the reins in one hand and dragged a hand through his hair with the other, deciding where to go with his soon-to-be bride. She wanted to see the mines, apparently, but there was so much more to Dolomesa. He should walk her through the city first, allow the people to see her riding beside him for the first time, and let her get a feel for what was now her new home. They could head to the mines after.
Besides, it was nearing time for lunch. “I know this delightful stall in the market which sells the ripest, freshest fruit you have ever tasted, Your Highness,” he suggested as he slowed his horse to allow them to ride side by side. “Perhaps we will head there first, and enjoy a light meal before heading onto the mines?”
Thesus didn’t have long to wait, even though he had given her half an hour, she was efficient in freshening up and getting chawed out of her travelling garb and into something mote suited to riding. All the while as he was watching the palfrey being saddled as he prepared his own horse, Thesus found himself a victim to an almost giddy energy. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant sensation, truth be told, but he welcomed it all the same.
This woman was to be his wife. He was betrothed to the most beautiful woman in all Colchis, perhaps all the world. And a princess to boot. He was excited and nervous all at the same time.
These next few days could make or break them.
The pair had known each other for years, but this was a new situation for them both, to be engaged to marry. They barely knew each other in that sense, and he wanted to do nothing to turn the princess’ eye from him. He already knew he loved her, and that love would continue to grow the more time they spent together. But how did she feel about him? It was all well and good to have her smile at the right moments and say all the correct things… that would be expected of any lady who was tased properly. But to capture her heart as well as her mind… now that would be truly something.
After the two horses were saddled and prepared for their ride, Thesus spent the next few minutes stroking his stallion and whispering to the horse about how he would woo his new woman. It was easier to talk to a horse about such important matters - a human was like to share his thoughts with others and the last thing he needed was for the slaves and servants to be gossiping about this new match any more than was necessary. It was also less embarrassing this way: the horse didn’t talk back and tell him what a lovestruck fool he was being.
His lady appeared just as he was finishing his one-sided pep talk. Thesus’ smile was back in place and he left his horse to introduce Tythra to her palfrey, “Her name is Fizz,” he said quietly as he stroked the horse’s neck with one hand. With the other, he offered to help her up into the saddle. The horse was not a particularly tall one, but he hoped she appreciated the help all the same. Thesus didn’t exactly expect the woman to need a man to guide her through everything - she was a princess after all, and was probably much more capable than he was at many things. But, even so, he was keen to play the role of gallant husband.
Once Tythra was up on her horse, Thesus vaulted onto his own and gently dug his heels into the stallion’s sides to make him move. He took the reins in one hand and dragged a hand through his hair with the other, deciding where to go with his soon-to-be bride. She wanted to see the mines, apparently, but there was so much more to Dolomesa. He should walk her through the city first, allow the people to see her riding beside him for the first time, and let her get a feel for what was now her new home. They could head to the mines after.
Besides, it was nearing time for lunch. “I know this delightful stall in the market which sells the ripest, freshest fruit you have ever tasted, Your Highness,” he suggested as he slowed his horse to allow them to ride side by side. “Perhaps we will head there first, and enjoy a light meal before heading onto the mines?”
It smelled. Now, Tythra truly believed that all horses smelled. They’re animals that live in stables. They defecated while standing. They always seemed to have tiny flies hanging around. And as they ate the remnents always seemed to escape their mouth and fall to the floor. Tythra never understood the allure of horses. They were necessary for travel, yes. And obviously Tythra had her own horses in the stable that she would be forced to ride on occasion. But when a carriage was an option, where she would be a distance away from the horses that pulled them, then why on earth would anyone travel any other way? It was not as if speed was of the essence.
Tythra let not a single thought show as she accepted Thesus’s kind help and got onto the horse. The horse, to it’s credit, did not act unkindly despite Tythra knowing it would be able to sense her displeasure being upon it’s back. Tythra hoped she had looked elegant when getting on it. This may be the only time Thesus would see it. Oh gods, she hoped he would not tell Tython of this. Tython would roar with laughter and ask how he had convinced her. Her brother certainly have failed so many times before.
To Thesus’s credit he looked natural on the back of the horse. He looked tall and proud and while Tythra could say nothing about the cleanliness of these creatures, certainly they helped someone look confident. Though if Thesus lacked anything it certainly wasn’t confidence. That was something that Tythra found herself gravitating towards, even when she should be a little wary.
They weren’t married yet after all.
“Fruit? That sounds lovely. Though I hope it wouldn’t spoil supper. You mother told me your cooks prepared a feast.” A feast was unnecessary. She had one when she had visited Minas. Fruit sounded much better. It was simpler. It was… more intimate. Most importantly, it was different.
“Let’s go, Fizz,” Tythra encouraged the horse to trot forward. She kept pace with Thesus, riding by his side for most of the way. It was… nice, really. Tythra even managed to forget that she was on the beast, only occasionally slipping into a faster gallop or a slower trot. Tythra for her part tried to show no acknowledgement of her mistakes. She refused to admit that she lacked practice in riding correctly, nor would Tythra ever admit that she is wrong about anything.
Eventually the trail broke away to a small city. Within the city she saw quaint stalls. It was nothing like the capital, and yet they all had their charm that immediately draw Tythra’s eye. Though upon their arrival, eyes moved to Tythra. Of course word that the Princess of Colchis would be arriving was sent ahead of time, and clearly it got down to the townspeople.
“Should we buy some treats for Fizz and your horse while we are here?” Tythra asked Thesus. Though of course she would much prefer Thesus feed the horse than Tythra herself, as she got off her horse and gently got on the ground again. Holding onto the lead, she passed it to Thesus to hitch. “My horses at home are quite… spoiled. They prefer grapes to apples. The stablehands complain of their fussiness.” Or was that Tython’s horses?
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It smelled. Now, Tythra truly believed that all horses smelled. They’re animals that live in stables. They defecated while standing. They always seemed to have tiny flies hanging around. And as they ate the remnents always seemed to escape their mouth and fall to the floor. Tythra never understood the allure of horses. They were necessary for travel, yes. And obviously Tythra had her own horses in the stable that she would be forced to ride on occasion. But when a carriage was an option, where she would be a distance away from the horses that pulled them, then why on earth would anyone travel any other way? It was not as if speed was of the essence.
Tythra let not a single thought show as she accepted Thesus’s kind help and got onto the horse. The horse, to it’s credit, did not act unkindly despite Tythra knowing it would be able to sense her displeasure being upon it’s back. Tythra hoped she had looked elegant when getting on it. This may be the only time Thesus would see it. Oh gods, she hoped he would not tell Tython of this. Tython would roar with laughter and ask how he had convinced her. Her brother certainly have failed so many times before.
To Thesus’s credit he looked natural on the back of the horse. He looked tall and proud and while Tythra could say nothing about the cleanliness of these creatures, certainly they helped someone look confident. Though if Thesus lacked anything it certainly wasn’t confidence. That was something that Tythra found herself gravitating towards, even when she should be a little wary.
They weren’t married yet after all.
“Fruit? That sounds lovely. Though I hope it wouldn’t spoil supper. You mother told me your cooks prepared a feast.” A feast was unnecessary. She had one when she had visited Minas. Fruit sounded much better. It was simpler. It was… more intimate. Most importantly, it was different.
“Let’s go, Fizz,” Tythra encouraged the horse to trot forward. She kept pace with Thesus, riding by his side for most of the way. It was… nice, really. Tythra even managed to forget that she was on the beast, only occasionally slipping into a faster gallop or a slower trot. Tythra for her part tried to show no acknowledgement of her mistakes. She refused to admit that she lacked practice in riding correctly, nor would Tythra ever admit that she is wrong about anything.
Eventually the trail broke away to a small city. Within the city she saw quaint stalls. It was nothing like the capital, and yet they all had their charm that immediately draw Tythra’s eye. Though upon their arrival, eyes moved to Tythra. Of course word that the Princess of Colchis would be arriving was sent ahead of time, and clearly it got down to the townspeople.
“Should we buy some treats for Fizz and your horse while we are here?” Tythra asked Thesus. Though of course she would much prefer Thesus feed the horse than Tythra herself, as she got off her horse and gently got on the ground again. Holding onto the lead, she passed it to Thesus to hitch. “My horses at home are quite… spoiled. They prefer grapes to apples. The stablehands complain of their fussiness.” Or was that Tython’s horses?
It smelled. Now, Tythra truly believed that all horses smelled. They’re animals that live in stables. They defecated while standing. They always seemed to have tiny flies hanging around. And as they ate the remnents always seemed to escape their mouth and fall to the floor. Tythra never understood the allure of horses. They were necessary for travel, yes. And obviously Tythra had her own horses in the stable that she would be forced to ride on occasion. But when a carriage was an option, where she would be a distance away from the horses that pulled them, then why on earth would anyone travel any other way? It was not as if speed was of the essence.
Tythra let not a single thought show as she accepted Thesus’s kind help and got onto the horse. The horse, to it’s credit, did not act unkindly despite Tythra knowing it would be able to sense her displeasure being upon it’s back. Tythra hoped she had looked elegant when getting on it. This may be the only time Thesus would see it. Oh gods, she hoped he would not tell Tython of this. Tython would roar with laughter and ask how he had convinced her. Her brother certainly have failed so many times before.
To Thesus’s credit he looked natural on the back of the horse. He looked tall and proud and while Tythra could say nothing about the cleanliness of these creatures, certainly they helped someone look confident. Though if Thesus lacked anything it certainly wasn’t confidence. That was something that Tythra found herself gravitating towards, even when she should be a little wary.
They weren’t married yet after all.
“Fruit? That sounds lovely. Though I hope it wouldn’t spoil supper. You mother told me your cooks prepared a feast.” A feast was unnecessary. She had one when she had visited Minas. Fruit sounded much better. It was simpler. It was… more intimate. Most importantly, it was different.
“Let’s go, Fizz,” Tythra encouraged the horse to trot forward. She kept pace with Thesus, riding by his side for most of the way. It was… nice, really. Tythra even managed to forget that she was on the beast, only occasionally slipping into a faster gallop or a slower trot. Tythra for her part tried to show no acknowledgement of her mistakes. She refused to admit that she lacked practice in riding correctly, nor would Tythra ever admit that she is wrong about anything.
Eventually the trail broke away to a small city. Within the city she saw quaint stalls. It was nothing like the capital, and yet they all had their charm that immediately draw Tythra’s eye. Though upon their arrival, eyes moved to Tythra. Of course word that the Princess of Colchis would be arriving was sent ahead of time, and clearly it got down to the townspeople.
“Should we buy some treats for Fizz and your horse while we are here?” Tythra asked Thesus. Though of course she would much prefer Thesus feed the horse than Tythra herself, as she got off her horse and gently got on the ground again. Holding onto the lead, she passed it to Thesus to hitch. “My horses at home are quite… spoiled. They prefer grapes to apples. The stablehands complain of their fussiness.” Or was that Tython’s horses?
“Supper is not for a few more hours,” Thesus replied easily as he pulled the horse’s reins to the right, choosing a less well trodden trail which would lead them into the town he had in mind to introduce Tythra to. Thesus kept the pace a sedate one, generally chasing to have his horse trot or walk. Tythra’s palfrey was no match for the beast Thesus rode when it came to speed, and he didn’t know hoe comfortable Tythra was on horseback. Though she was a princess, and had probably been raised on the back of a horse so it was no surprise that she managed to keep the docile horse in check as they meandered through the streets in search of the marketplace.
Guiding him through the throngs of people who were busy about their daily tasks in the city. It was where he felt most at home, in his city, surrounded by people he knew by face if not by name. The common folk were an interesting breed, and he liked to spend time among them when he could, visiting the smaller stalls in the market and giving his patronage to them on various days throughout the year. That was one such fruit and vegetable seller who he often frequented.
On arrival, once the crowds grew so dense that riding was no longer sensible, he dismounted the horse, swinging his legs down and landing with a light thump on the ground. He trusted his horse not to move as he turned to Fizz and her rider and offered his help for his bride-to-be to dismount too. Then he took the two horses off to the side, where a stableboy rushed out and, recognising Thesus, bowed his head in greeting, “M’lord,” he murmured, then his curious eye turned to the princess as he tried to suss out who she was. Thesus didn’t introduce his princess, instead handing the reins of the two horses over to the boy, “We will be back in an hour or two to collect the horses.”
Then, Thesus placed a hand on the small of Tythra’s back and guided her towards the marketplace. It was abuzz with life. The scents, the sights, the noises, sometimes they overwhelmed people, but not Thesus. He didn’t have a particular interest in the stalls selling fabrics and garments, only visiting them when he had to. But the food stalls, oh the food stalls - food was Thesus’ one greatest weakness. He adored to eat, savouring each flavour in each mouthful whenever he ate. Good food fed his very soul, and made life worth living. He supposed he was lucky he had been born to his rank and station, with the luxury of eating near anything he wanted.
“I don’t see why not,” Thesus replied genially. “Fizz favours apples if I remember correctly. We should get a sack of them.” Thesus continued to guide his future wife through the crowds of people, making a beeline for the stall he remembered from the last time he visited the marketplace. “Grapes?” Thesus laughed, “What a curious thing to give to a horse. Maybe we should buy some grapes too and see if Fizz and Honour enjoy them as well.”
They reached the stall Thesus was looking for, where a kindly looking old man stood behind, shouting his wares. When Thesus approached, the kindly man smiled “My Lord, what a pleasure it is to see you again. We have a wonderful new fruit this month. They call it dragonfruit. Perhaps you and your lady would like to sample it?”
“I think we should be delighted to try this new fruit of yours. Dragonfruit you say?” Thesus accepted the fruit that was handed to him. “It looks like some heart out of a mythical creature. An apt name.” Reaching over the table, Thesus took a knife sitting there and cut the dragonfruit in half.
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“Supper is not for a few more hours,” Thesus replied easily as he pulled the horse’s reins to the right, choosing a less well trodden trail which would lead them into the town he had in mind to introduce Tythra to. Thesus kept the pace a sedate one, generally chasing to have his horse trot or walk. Tythra’s palfrey was no match for the beast Thesus rode when it came to speed, and he didn’t know hoe comfortable Tythra was on horseback. Though she was a princess, and had probably been raised on the back of a horse so it was no surprise that she managed to keep the docile horse in check as they meandered through the streets in search of the marketplace.
Guiding him through the throngs of people who were busy about their daily tasks in the city. It was where he felt most at home, in his city, surrounded by people he knew by face if not by name. The common folk were an interesting breed, and he liked to spend time among them when he could, visiting the smaller stalls in the market and giving his patronage to them on various days throughout the year. That was one such fruit and vegetable seller who he often frequented.
On arrival, once the crowds grew so dense that riding was no longer sensible, he dismounted the horse, swinging his legs down and landing with a light thump on the ground. He trusted his horse not to move as he turned to Fizz and her rider and offered his help for his bride-to-be to dismount too. Then he took the two horses off to the side, where a stableboy rushed out and, recognising Thesus, bowed his head in greeting, “M’lord,” he murmured, then his curious eye turned to the princess as he tried to suss out who she was. Thesus didn’t introduce his princess, instead handing the reins of the two horses over to the boy, “We will be back in an hour or two to collect the horses.”
Then, Thesus placed a hand on the small of Tythra’s back and guided her towards the marketplace. It was abuzz with life. The scents, the sights, the noises, sometimes they overwhelmed people, but not Thesus. He didn’t have a particular interest in the stalls selling fabrics and garments, only visiting them when he had to. But the food stalls, oh the food stalls - food was Thesus’ one greatest weakness. He adored to eat, savouring each flavour in each mouthful whenever he ate. Good food fed his very soul, and made life worth living. He supposed he was lucky he had been born to his rank and station, with the luxury of eating near anything he wanted.
“I don’t see why not,” Thesus replied genially. “Fizz favours apples if I remember correctly. We should get a sack of them.” Thesus continued to guide his future wife through the crowds of people, making a beeline for the stall he remembered from the last time he visited the marketplace. “Grapes?” Thesus laughed, “What a curious thing to give to a horse. Maybe we should buy some grapes too and see if Fizz and Honour enjoy them as well.”
They reached the stall Thesus was looking for, where a kindly looking old man stood behind, shouting his wares. When Thesus approached, the kindly man smiled “My Lord, what a pleasure it is to see you again. We have a wonderful new fruit this month. They call it dragonfruit. Perhaps you and your lady would like to sample it?”
“I think we should be delighted to try this new fruit of yours. Dragonfruit you say?” Thesus accepted the fruit that was handed to him. “It looks like some heart out of a mythical creature. An apt name.” Reaching over the table, Thesus took a knife sitting there and cut the dragonfruit in half.
“Supper is not for a few more hours,” Thesus replied easily as he pulled the horse’s reins to the right, choosing a less well trodden trail which would lead them into the town he had in mind to introduce Tythra to. Thesus kept the pace a sedate one, generally chasing to have his horse trot or walk. Tythra’s palfrey was no match for the beast Thesus rode when it came to speed, and he didn’t know hoe comfortable Tythra was on horseback. Though she was a princess, and had probably been raised on the back of a horse so it was no surprise that she managed to keep the docile horse in check as they meandered through the streets in search of the marketplace.
Guiding him through the throngs of people who were busy about their daily tasks in the city. It was where he felt most at home, in his city, surrounded by people he knew by face if not by name. The common folk were an interesting breed, and he liked to spend time among them when he could, visiting the smaller stalls in the market and giving his patronage to them on various days throughout the year. That was one such fruit and vegetable seller who he often frequented.
On arrival, once the crowds grew so dense that riding was no longer sensible, he dismounted the horse, swinging his legs down and landing with a light thump on the ground. He trusted his horse not to move as he turned to Fizz and her rider and offered his help for his bride-to-be to dismount too. Then he took the two horses off to the side, where a stableboy rushed out and, recognising Thesus, bowed his head in greeting, “M’lord,” he murmured, then his curious eye turned to the princess as he tried to suss out who she was. Thesus didn’t introduce his princess, instead handing the reins of the two horses over to the boy, “We will be back in an hour or two to collect the horses.”
Then, Thesus placed a hand on the small of Tythra’s back and guided her towards the marketplace. It was abuzz with life. The scents, the sights, the noises, sometimes they overwhelmed people, but not Thesus. He didn’t have a particular interest in the stalls selling fabrics and garments, only visiting them when he had to. But the food stalls, oh the food stalls - food was Thesus’ one greatest weakness. He adored to eat, savouring each flavour in each mouthful whenever he ate. Good food fed his very soul, and made life worth living. He supposed he was lucky he had been born to his rank and station, with the luxury of eating near anything he wanted.
“I don’t see why not,” Thesus replied genially. “Fizz favours apples if I remember correctly. We should get a sack of them.” Thesus continued to guide his future wife through the crowds of people, making a beeline for the stall he remembered from the last time he visited the marketplace. “Grapes?” Thesus laughed, “What a curious thing to give to a horse. Maybe we should buy some grapes too and see if Fizz and Honour enjoy them as well.”
They reached the stall Thesus was looking for, where a kindly looking old man stood behind, shouting his wares. When Thesus approached, the kindly man smiled “My Lord, what a pleasure it is to see you again. We have a wonderful new fruit this month. They call it dragonfruit. Perhaps you and your lady would like to sample it?”
“I think we should be delighted to try this new fruit of yours. Dragonfruit you say?” Thesus accepted the fruit that was handed to him. “It looks like some heart out of a mythical creature. An apt name.” Reaching over the table, Thesus took a knife sitting there and cut the dragonfruit in half.
