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It wasn’t often Tythra had a reason to go into her daughter’s room. They were allowed their privacy, well at least to a certain point. But there was a particular bracelet that she had let Imeeya borrow for the little party that she had, something dignified just as the daughter of Tythra of Drakos should be, that she had needed back. So Tythra had no guilt going into Imeeya’s room to retrieve the bracelet.
She first went to where she kept the jewelry, fingers running over the various gems, shining with the glory of the Drakos house. No expense was too high for her daughters, and Tythra made sure whatever came out of the mines, the best was given to her girls. But the bracelet was not among Imeeya’s. Did she separate it to remember to bring it to her mother? Tythra’s eyes swept the room and landed on the bedside table.
There it is. Tythra crossed the room and grabbed the bracelet. As she did a fluttering piece of paper fell to the ground. When Tythra bent to place it back on the end table- she saw exactly what it was.
A letter to Imeeya from… Silanos? Now the two were of the same age, but hardly the same rank. He wasn’t even an heir, the third son of a Kotas barony- a lazy one at that. And a man who owed her nephew a debt, one that he was particularly tight-lipped about. What was he doing interacting with Imeeya who, for lack of a better word, was far beyond his league?
But who was he to want an explanation from his daughter? Tythra could at least appreciate he had the sense to apologize but… what was said? Why would they need to be discrete? Why were they in a first name basis, and not using proper titles (or even using his full name)? Tythra took a deep breath before neatly folding the letter. One thing, in particular, caught her attention the most: As one who knows what landed me in this mess in the first instance, I don’t for one moment believe you can’t figure out why what happened might be considered a bad idea from my perspective?
Interesting, very interesting.
Taking the letter (and bracelet) with her, Tythra returned to her day’s business. The day went on, calmly, as she continued her work as she would normally. But closer towards the evening she finally heard the front door open and close- and her daughter returned home. Tythra rose from behind her desk and went down the stairs. “Imeeya, dear.” She had that smile- the smile that she always had before a talk was about to ensue. “Let’s have some tea dear.” Her eyes flickered towards a slave. “Serve it in the sitting room, thank you. It’s a bit too chilly to have it in the gardens.”
As per usual what Tythra wanted was not a request- it was an order. Tythra’s hand gently fluttered onto her daughter’s back as she gestured towards the door. “Sage, Imeeya? Or Mountain?”
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It wasn’t often Tythra had a reason to go into her daughter’s room. They were allowed their privacy, well at least to a certain point. But there was a particular bracelet that she had let Imeeya borrow for the little party that she had, something dignified just as the daughter of Tythra of Drakos should be, that she had needed back. So Tythra had no guilt going into Imeeya’s room to retrieve the bracelet.
She first went to where she kept the jewelry, fingers running over the various gems, shining with the glory of the Drakos house. No expense was too high for her daughters, and Tythra made sure whatever came out of the mines, the best was given to her girls. But the bracelet was not among Imeeya’s. Did she separate it to remember to bring it to her mother? Tythra’s eyes swept the room and landed on the bedside table.
There it is. Tythra crossed the room and grabbed the bracelet. As she did a fluttering piece of paper fell to the ground. When Tythra bent to place it back on the end table- she saw exactly what it was.
A letter to Imeeya from… Silanos? Now the two were of the same age, but hardly the same rank. He wasn’t even an heir, the third son of a Kotas barony- a lazy one at that. And a man who owed her nephew a debt, one that he was particularly tight-lipped about. What was he doing interacting with Imeeya who, for lack of a better word, was far beyond his league?
But who was he to want an explanation from his daughter? Tythra could at least appreciate he had the sense to apologize but… what was said? Why would they need to be discrete? Why were they in a first name basis, and not using proper titles (or even using his full name)? Tythra took a deep breath before neatly folding the letter. One thing, in particular, caught her attention the most: As one who knows what landed me in this mess in the first instance, I don’t for one moment believe you can’t figure out why what happened might be considered a bad idea from my perspective?
Interesting, very interesting.
Taking the letter (and bracelet) with her, Tythra returned to her day’s business. The day went on, calmly, as she continued her work as she would normally. But closer towards the evening she finally heard the front door open and close- and her daughter returned home. Tythra rose from behind her desk and went down the stairs. “Imeeya, dear.” She had that smile- the smile that she always had before a talk was about to ensue. “Let’s have some tea dear.” Her eyes flickered towards a slave. “Serve it in the sitting room, thank you. It’s a bit too chilly to have it in the gardens.”
As per usual what Tythra wanted was not a request- it was an order. Tythra’s hand gently fluttered onto her daughter’s back as she gestured towards the door. “Sage, Imeeya? Or Mountain?”
It wasn’t often Tythra had a reason to go into her daughter’s room. They were allowed their privacy, well at least to a certain point. But there was a particular bracelet that she had let Imeeya borrow for the little party that she had, something dignified just as the daughter of Tythra of Drakos should be, that she had needed back. So Tythra had no guilt going into Imeeya’s room to retrieve the bracelet.
She first went to where she kept the jewelry, fingers running over the various gems, shining with the glory of the Drakos house. No expense was too high for her daughters, and Tythra made sure whatever came out of the mines, the best was given to her girls. But the bracelet was not among Imeeya’s. Did she separate it to remember to bring it to her mother? Tythra’s eyes swept the room and landed on the bedside table.
There it is. Tythra crossed the room and grabbed the bracelet. As she did a fluttering piece of paper fell to the ground. When Tythra bent to place it back on the end table- she saw exactly what it was.
A letter to Imeeya from… Silanos? Now the two were of the same age, but hardly the same rank. He wasn’t even an heir, the third son of a Kotas barony- a lazy one at that. And a man who owed her nephew a debt, one that he was particularly tight-lipped about. What was he doing interacting with Imeeya who, for lack of a better word, was far beyond his league?
But who was he to want an explanation from his daughter? Tythra could at least appreciate he had the sense to apologize but… what was said? Why would they need to be discrete? Why were they in a first name basis, and not using proper titles (or even using his full name)? Tythra took a deep breath before neatly folding the letter. One thing, in particular, caught her attention the most: As one who knows what landed me in this mess in the first instance, I don’t for one moment believe you can’t figure out why what happened might be considered a bad idea from my perspective?
Interesting, very interesting.
Taking the letter (and bracelet) with her, Tythra returned to her day’s business. The day went on, calmly, as she continued her work as she would normally. But closer towards the evening she finally heard the front door open and close- and her daughter returned home. Tythra rose from behind her desk and went down the stairs. “Imeeya, dear.” She had that smile- the smile that she always had before a talk was about to ensue. “Let’s have some tea dear.” Her eyes flickered towards a slave. “Serve it in the sitting room, thank you. It’s a bit too chilly to have it in the gardens.”
As per usual what Tythra wanted was not a request- it was an order. Tythra’s hand gently fluttered onto her daughter’s back as she gestured towards the door. “Sage, Imeeya? Or Mountain?”
As the rumors surrounding her interactions with the pirate had died down, Imeeya had slowly been gaining more and more freedom to come and go from the house as she pleased. This had made her plans to get more involved with the politics of the country easier as she could go out and talk to people about her ideas, Leto having been helpful in this regard. However, today had been purely been a trip out for her own amusement.
Imeeya had spent the day out at the market looking at the various trinkets that had been brought in. She had found it all somewhat disappointing, as travel had become more restricted due to the war. The variety was not up to its normal standards. However, she had still found a few items to her liking. She had purchased a length of burgundy cloth that could be sewn into a new peplos when next there was a court event, or perhaps a party for their victory against the Egyptians. She had also found a couple of new jeweled combs to wear in her hair.
Imeeya arrived home very pleased with her pleasant day out. As she hung her cloak in the entranceway, she was already trying to decide what design she wanted for her new dress. That happy dream was suddenly cut through by her mother’s voice. Imeeya knew instantly from her mother’s tone that she was about to be lectured about something. What could she have possibly done wrong this time? Imeeya wracked her brain trying to think of anything at all.
In fact, she almost missed it when her mother asked her what kind of tea she wanted. “Oh...uh sage,” she answered as she realized her mother was waiting for an answer for her. She sighed. It wasn’t worth trying to anticipate something like this. Her mother was going to tell her what she had done wrong when she was good and ready. She would just have to sit and sweat until then.
Her mother ushered her into the sitting room with her hand on her back. As much as she wanted to avoid this conversation, there was no way out of it. Imeeya picked a chair across from her mother’s usual chair and sat, trying to look less worried than she actually was. There was no reason to borrow trouble after all. “What’s the occasion?” Imeeya asked attempting to adopt a lighthearted tone. Maybe it was just a guilty conscience. Maybe she was just imagining the tone in her mother’s voice. However, the look on her mother’s face wasn’t helping her maintain hope that that might be the case.
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As the rumors surrounding her interactions with the pirate had died down, Imeeya had slowly been gaining more and more freedom to come and go from the house as she pleased. This had made her plans to get more involved with the politics of the country easier as she could go out and talk to people about her ideas, Leto having been helpful in this regard. However, today had been purely been a trip out for her own amusement.
Imeeya had spent the day out at the market looking at the various trinkets that had been brought in. She had found it all somewhat disappointing, as travel had become more restricted due to the war. The variety was not up to its normal standards. However, she had still found a few items to her liking. She had purchased a length of burgundy cloth that could be sewn into a new peplos when next there was a court event, or perhaps a party for their victory against the Egyptians. She had also found a couple of new jeweled combs to wear in her hair.
Imeeya arrived home very pleased with her pleasant day out. As she hung her cloak in the entranceway, she was already trying to decide what design she wanted for her new dress. That happy dream was suddenly cut through by her mother’s voice. Imeeya knew instantly from her mother’s tone that she was about to be lectured about something. What could she have possibly done wrong this time? Imeeya wracked her brain trying to think of anything at all.
In fact, she almost missed it when her mother asked her what kind of tea she wanted. “Oh...uh sage,” she answered as she realized her mother was waiting for an answer for her. She sighed. It wasn’t worth trying to anticipate something like this. Her mother was going to tell her what she had done wrong when she was good and ready. She would just have to sit and sweat until then.
Her mother ushered her into the sitting room with her hand on her back. As much as she wanted to avoid this conversation, there was no way out of it. Imeeya picked a chair across from her mother’s usual chair and sat, trying to look less worried than she actually was. There was no reason to borrow trouble after all. “What’s the occasion?” Imeeya asked attempting to adopt a lighthearted tone. Maybe it was just a guilty conscience. Maybe she was just imagining the tone in her mother’s voice. However, the look on her mother’s face wasn’t helping her maintain hope that that might be the case.
As the rumors surrounding her interactions with the pirate had died down, Imeeya had slowly been gaining more and more freedom to come and go from the house as she pleased. This had made her plans to get more involved with the politics of the country easier as she could go out and talk to people about her ideas, Leto having been helpful in this regard. However, today had been purely been a trip out for her own amusement.
Imeeya had spent the day out at the market looking at the various trinkets that had been brought in. She had found it all somewhat disappointing, as travel had become more restricted due to the war. The variety was not up to its normal standards. However, she had still found a few items to her liking. She had purchased a length of burgundy cloth that could be sewn into a new peplos when next there was a court event, or perhaps a party for their victory against the Egyptians. She had also found a couple of new jeweled combs to wear in her hair.
Imeeya arrived home very pleased with her pleasant day out. As she hung her cloak in the entranceway, she was already trying to decide what design she wanted for her new dress. That happy dream was suddenly cut through by her mother’s voice. Imeeya knew instantly from her mother’s tone that she was about to be lectured about something. What could she have possibly done wrong this time? Imeeya wracked her brain trying to think of anything at all.
In fact, she almost missed it when her mother asked her what kind of tea she wanted. “Oh...uh sage,” she answered as she realized her mother was waiting for an answer for her. She sighed. It wasn’t worth trying to anticipate something like this. Her mother was going to tell her what she had done wrong when she was good and ready. She would just have to sit and sweat until then.
Her mother ushered her into the sitting room with her hand on her back. As much as she wanted to avoid this conversation, there was no way out of it. Imeeya picked a chair across from her mother’s usual chair and sat, trying to look less worried than she actually was. There was no reason to borrow trouble after all. “What’s the occasion?” Imeeya asked attempting to adopt a lighthearted tone. Maybe it was just a guilty conscience. Maybe she was just imagining the tone in her mother’s voice. However, the look on her mother’s face wasn’t helping her maintain hope that that might be the case.
Tythra knew how Imeeya would react. Angry. She’d claim the right to privacy which, while it was something that Tythra normally respected, it was no right. She’d accuse Tythra of snooping. And she would not give the answer that Tythra was looking for.
If her daughter was one thing, it was difficult.
Nevertheless, Tythra was more than willing to play this charade. She was used to Imeeya’s fits of anger and her indignant behavior and would treat it the way Tythra’s own mother treated her’s. With irritating patience and firmness. So Tythra led her daughter into the sitting room. The slaves scurried about quickly, setting up the area for tea. They quickly poured the sage tea for the women and offered an assortment of treats that, at this hour, would be more for Imeeya than for Tythra. She did not like sweets this late into the day, at least not unless company was here.
“Hmm,” Tythra frowned at the tea. It tasted… different. It wasn’t necessarily bad. Most people would probably like it. But Tythra did not like change. “Is this a different blend?” Tythra’s eyes snapped to the slave.
“T-The merchant we purchased our sage from was out of stock my lady. As sage is more preferred by L-Lady Imeeya we purchased it from a different supplier so that it would be at her re-”
“And you thought that just because Imeeya it is not I that you could get away with getting her lesser goods?” Tythra’s eyebrow raised quite high on her forehead. Her smile was still there, but it game with a dagger-like glare.
“N-No, your highness! I just thought- I mean they thought- I mean-”
“Do stop stuttering.” Tythra interrupted a second time. “If I had the time to listen to you trying to get a sentence out, do you not think it would be better suited somewhere else?”
“N-No, your hi- I mean yes your hig-”
Tythra rubbed her temple. This woman was giving her more of a headache than Imeeya was about to give her. She had zero patience for any of this. This slave would be dealt with later. “Throw the sage away. I wouldn’t even give it to a beggar who had nothing else. In the meantime serve Mountain to Imeeya and send someone experienced to the market for the sage.”
The slave quickly scurried off and Tythra’s eyes finally fell upon her daughter. “I went to your room and retrieved the bracelet,” Tythra said, as she tilted her head at Imeeya. “It did look so lovely on you- remind me to get you something similar. Anyhow, that wasn’t why I wanted to speak with you. As I went to retrieve my bracelet I noticed something next to it, something that caught my interest.” Tythra produced the letter, sliding it across to Imeeya.
“Now Imeeya, I did not know you were friends with Lord Silanos.”
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Tythra knew how Imeeya would react. Angry. She’d claim the right to privacy which, while it was something that Tythra normally respected, it was no right. She’d accuse Tythra of snooping. And she would not give the answer that Tythra was looking for.
If her daughter was one thing, it was difficult.
Nevertheless, Tythra was more than willing to play this charade. She was used to Imeeya’s fits of anger and her indignant behavior and would treat it the way Tythra’s own mother treated her’s. With irritating patience and firmness. So Tythra led her daughter into the sitting room. The slaves scurried about quickly, setting up the area for tea. They quickly poured the sage tea for the women and offered an assortment of treats that, at this hour, would be more for Imeeya than for Tythra. She did not like sweets this late into the day, at least not unless company was here.
“Hmm,” Tythra frowned at the tea. It tasted… different. It wasn’t necessarily bad. Most people would probably like it. But Tythra did not like change. “Is this a different blend?” Tythra’s eyes snapped to the slave.
“T-The merchant we purchased our sage from was out of stock my lady. As sage is more preferred by L-Lady Imeeya we purchased it from a different supplier so that it would be at her re-”
“And you thought that just because Imeeya it is not I that you could get away with getting her lesser goods?” Tythra’s eyebrow raised quite high on her forehead. Her smile was still there, but it game with a dagger-like glare.
“N-No, your highness! I just thought- I mean they thought- I mean-”
“Do stop stuttering.” Tythra interrupted a second time. “If I had the time to listen to you trying to get a sentence out, do you not think it would be better suited somewhere else?”
“N-No, your hi- I mean yes your hig-”
Tythra rubbed her temple. This woman was giving her more of a headache than Imeeya was about to give her. She had zero patience for any of this. This slave would be dealt with later. “Throw the sage away. I wouldn’t even give it to a beggar who had nothing else. In the meantime serve Mountain to Imeeya and send someone experienced to the market for the sage.”
The slave quickly scurried off and Tythra’s eyes finally fell upon her daughter. “I went to your room and retrieved the bracelet,” Tythra said, as she tilted her head at Imeeya. “It did look so lovely on you- remind me to get you something similar. Anyhow, that wasn’t why I wanted to speak with you. As I went to retrieve my bracelet I noticed something next to it, something that caught my interest.” Tythra produced the letter, sliding it across to Imeeya.
“Now Imeeya, I did not know you were friends with Lord Silanos.”
Tythra knew how Imeeya would react. Angry. She’d claim the right to privacy which, while it was something that Tythra normally respected, it was no right. She’d accuse Tythra of snooping. And she would not give the answer that Tythra was looking for.
If her daughter was one thing, it was difficult.
Nevertheless, Tythra was more than willing to play this charade. She was used to Imeeya’s fits of anger and her indignant behavior and would treat it the way Tythra’s own mother treated her’s. With irritating patience and firmness. So Tythra led her daughter into the sitting room. The slaves scurried about quickly, setting up the area for tea. They quickly poured the sage tea for the women and offered an assortment of treats that, at this hour, would be more for Imeeya than for Tythra. She did not like sweets this late into the day, at least not unless company was here.
“Hmm,” Tythra frowned at the tea. It tasted… different. It wasn’t necessarily bad. Most people would probably like it. But Tythra did not like change. “Is this a different blend?” Tythra’s eyes snapped to the slave.
“T-The merchant we purchased our sage from was out of stock my lady. As sage is more preferred by L-Lady Imeeya we purchased it from a different supplier so that it would be at her re-”
“And you thought that just because Imeeya it is not I that you could get away with getting her lesser goods?” Tythra’s eyebrow raised quite high on her forehead. Her smile was still there, but it game with a dagger-like glare.
“N-No, your highness! I just thought- I mean they thought- I mean-”
“Do stop stuttering.” Tythra interrupted a second time. “If I had the time to listen to you trying to get a sentence out, do you not think it would be better suited somewhere else?”
“N-No, your hi- I mean yes your hig-”
Tythra rubbed her temple. This woman was giving her more of a headache than Imeeya was about to give her. She had zero patience for any of this. This slave would be dealt with later. “Throw the sage away. I wouldn’t even give it to a beggar who had nothing else. In the meantime serve Mountain to Imeeya and send someone experienced to the market for the sage.”
The slave quickly scurried off and Tythra’s eyes finally fell upon her daughter. “I went to your room and retrieved the bracelet,” Tythra said, as she tilted her head at Imeeya. “It did look so lovely on you- remind me to get you something similar. Anyhow, that wasn’t why I wanted to speak with you. As I went to retrieve my bracelet I noticed something next to it, something that caught my interest.” Tythra produced the letter, sliding it across to Imeeya.
“Now Imeeya, I did not know you were friends with Lord Silanos.”
The longer it took for her mother to get to the point, the more Imeeya was convinced that she was in trouble. The conversation with the slaves only served to reinforce that point. Tythra was not in a good mood, that much was clear. Imeeya knew it was only a matter of time before that anger was turned in her direction. Still, Imeeya couldn’t think of anything that she had done recently. She knew Vangelis had been angry about what she had talked about with General Osorsen when she was Taengea, but her mother couldn’t have found out about that. Vangelis was off in Egypt. Unless...had she caused something horrible to happen there? Something that would have caused him to write and tell her mother about her indiscretion.
When her mother turned the conversation to the topic of a bracelet she had borrowed, Imeeya was thoroughly confused. What could she have possibly done to offend her mother about the bracelet? Had she damaged it when she had gotten drunk? Imeeya didn’t remember any such thing happening, but then again, she didn’t remember much about that last court event. Then, the letter hit the table.
“We are not friends!” Imeeya objected reflexively. Then the reality of the situation hit, and she felt her stomach drop. The letter. Imeeya snatched it up off the table, not that she needed to read it to confirm what the letter was. She had the words practically memorized. She knew she should have burned it when she first got it, but she had kept it safely tucked away, so she could remind herself that the man’s kind words weren’t just some sort of fantasy that she had made up. Now it had blown up in her face.
What right did her mother even have to be going through her stuff in the first place? If she wanted her jewelry back, she should have just asked. “How did you even get this? Were you going through my stuff?” The sinking feeling in Imeeya’s chest had quickly been replaced by anger. “I’m twenty! Don’t I have any privacy in my own home? I’m not a child anymore, and you need to stop treating me like I am one.” She had spent so much of the last few months grounded, and she was sick and tired of being made to feel like she could do absolutely nothing right. Now she couldn’t even have something to herself in her own room, that was too much.
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The longer it took for her mother to get to the point, the more Imeeya was convinced that she was in trouble. The conversation with the slaves only served to reinforce that point. Tythra was not in a good mood, that much was clear. Imeeya knew it was only a matter of time before that anger was turned in her direction. Still, Imeeya couldn’t think of anything that she had done recently. She knew Vangelis had been angry about what she had talked about with General Osorsen when she was Taengea, but her mother couldn’t have found out about that. Vangelis was off in Egypt. Unless...had she caused something horrible to happen there? Something that would have caused him to write and tell her mother about her indiscretion.
When her mother turned the conversation to the topic of a bracelet she had borrowed, Imeeya was thoroughly confused. What could she have possibly done to offend her mother about the bracelet? Had she damaged it when she had gotten drunk? Imeeya didn’t remember any such thing happening, but then again, she didn’t remember much about that last court event. Then, the letter hit the table.
“We are not friends!” Imeeya objected reflexively. Then the reality of the situation hit, and she felt her stomach drop. The letter. Imeeya snatched it up off the table, not that she needed to read it to confirm what the letter was. She had the words practically memorized. She knew she should have burned it when she first got it, but she had kept it safely tucked away, so she could remind herself that the man’s kind words weren’t just some sort of fantasy that she had made up. Now it had blown up in her face.
What right did her mother even have to be going through her stuff in the first place? If she wanted her jewelry back, she should have just asked. “How did you even get this? Were you going through my stuff?” The sinking feeling in Imeeya’s chest had quickly been replaced by anger. “I’m twenty! Don’t I have any privacy in my own home? I’m not a child anymore, and you need to stop treating me like I am one.” She had spent so much of the last few months grounded, and she was sick and tired of being made to feel like she could do absolutely nothing right. Now she couldn’t even have something to herself in her own room, that was too much.
The longer it took for her mother to get to the point, the more Imeeya was convinced that she was in trouble. The conversation with the slaves only served to reinforce that point. Tythra was not in a good mood, that much was clear. Imeeya knew it was only a matter of time before that anger was turned in her direction. Still, Imeeya couldn’t think of anything that she had done recently. She knew Vangelis had been angry about what she had talked about with General Osorsen when she was Taengea, but her mother couldn’t have found out about that. Vangelis was off in Egypt. Unless...had she caused something horrible to happen there? Something that would have caused him to write and tell her mother about her indiscretion.
When her mother turned the conversation to the topic of a bracelet she had borrowed, Imeeya was thoroughly confused. What could she have possibly done to offend her mother about the bracelet? Had she damaged it when she had gotten drunk? Imeeya didn’t remember any such thing happening, but then again, she didn’t remember much about that last court event. Then, the letter hit the table.
“We are not friends!” Imeeya objected reflexively. Then the reality of the situation hit, and she felt her stomach drop. The letter. Imeeya snatched it up off the table, not that she needed to read it to confirm what the letter was. She had the words practically memorized. She knew she should have burned it when she first got it, but she had kept it safely tucked away, so she could remind herself that the man’s kind words weren’t just some sort of fantasy that she had made up. Now it had blown up in her face.
What right did her mother even have to be going through her stuff in the first place? If she wanted her jewelry back, she should have just asked. “How did you even get this? Were you going through my stuff?” The sinking feeling in Imeeya’s chest had quickly been replaced by anger. “I’m twenty! Don’t I have any privacy in my own home? I’m not a child anymore, and you need to stop treating me like I am one.” She had spent so much of the last few months grounded, and she was sick and tired of being made to feel like she could do absolutely nothing right. Now she couldn’t even have something to herself in her own room, that was too much.
Oh how predictable Imeeya was. The anger, the accusation. She didn’t even bother listening to the explaination. Not that Tythra even needed to give it to her. This was, after all, Tythra’s home. Should Tythra want to enter a room she could, and with no guilt about it. Besides everything that Imeeya owned was by right Tythra’s. After all, it was her money that Imeeya spent.
Not that Tythra would remind her of that.
Instead Tythra chose to focus on the former statement. Imeeya was immediately quick to deny the claim of friendship, as if there was something wrong with being friends with a Lord her age. While Tythra thought Imeeya could be spending her time with someone more worthy of her attention, she certainly wouldn’t get in trouble for befriending Silanos. He was a layabout and rude, but he was still nobility.
“The letter seemed to allude that you are. I’m curious as to why he was apologizing to you.” Tythra asked Imeeya outright. “It is… good to see that Lord Silanos is capable of apologizing. Now, I can’t claim to know the young man very well, but he didn’t give me the impression that apologizing was… within his nature, for lack of a better term.” It certainly was not within Tythra’s, at least not without ulterior motive. Of course the Drakos Head would never admit to that. She was the epitome of propriety after all.
Imeeya, Tythra predicted, would continue to be defensive. It was so hard to have a conversation with her daughter. She was so quick to anger and to assume that any conversation she had with Tythra would lead to a grounding, when really it was the fact that it seemed the only time the two of them spoke anymore was when Imeeya was in trouble. To be fair, Imeeya had a knack for getting into trouble. Between rumors of pirates and running into fires… it’s a wonder the girl was still breathing.
No thanks to her guards.
Anyway, this was not the point of the conversation. Tythra at least thought she should quell her daughter’s worries, before she jumped out of her seat to escape a conversation that she wouldn’t be dismissed from. “You’re not in trouble Imeeya. We’re just talking. We don’t do this enough. Chat. I like to know about the friends in your life.” Of course, Tythra would prefer the friends in Imeeya’s life be… well, not Silanos. But once the Princess’s curiousity was sated with the man, they could discuss better company that Imeeya could be keeping. Lady Ino of Vlahakis always seemed a polite young woman if not a tad… awkward. Certainly better than Silanos, however.
But Imeeya wasn’t in trouble. She had done nothing wrong… that Tythra was aware of. Yet.
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Oh how predictable Imeeya was. The anger, the accusation. She didn’t even bother listening to the explaination. Not that Tythra even needed to give it to her. This was, after all, Tythra’s home. Should Tythra want to enter a room she could, and with no guilt about it. Besides everything that Imeeya owned was by right Tythra’s. After all, it was her money that Imeeya spent.
Not that Tythra would remind her of that.
Instead Tythra chose to focus on the former statement. Imeeya was immediately quick to deny the claim of friendship, as if there was something wrong with being friends with a Lord her age. While Tythra thought Imeeya could be spending her time with someone more worthy of her attention, she certainly wouldn’t get in trouble for befriending Silanos. He was a layabout and rude, but he was still nobility.
“The letter seemed to allude that you are. I’m curious as to why he was apologizing to you.” Tythra asked Imeeya outright. “It is… good to see that Lord Silanos is capable of apologizing. Now, I can’t claim to know the young man very well, but he didn’t give me the impression that apologizing was… within his nature, for lack of a better term.” It certainly was not within Tythra’s, at least not without ulterior motive. Of course the Drakos Head would never admit to that. She was the epitome of propriety after all.
Imeeya, Tythra predicted, would continue to be defensive. It was so hard to have a conversation with her daughter. She was so quick to anger and to assume that any conversation she had with Tythra would lead to a grounding, when really it was the fact that it seemed the only time the two of them spoke anymore was when Imeeya was in trouble. To be fair, Imeeya had a knack for getting into trouble. Between rumors of pirates and running into fires… it’s a wonder the girl was still breathing.
No thanks to her guards.
Anyway, this was not the point of the conversation. Tythra at least thought she should quell her daughter’s worries, before she jumped out of her seat to escape a conversation that she wouldn’t be dismissed from. “You’re not in trouble Imeeya. We’re just talking. We don’t do this enough. Chat. I like to know about the friends in your life.” Of course, Tythra would prefer the friends in Imeeya’s life be… well, not Silanos. But once the Princess’s curiousity was sated with the man, they could discuss better company that Imeeya could be keeping. Lady Ino of Vlahakis always seemed a polite young woman if not a tad… awkward. Certainly better than Silanos, however.
But Imeeya wasn’t in trouble. She had done nothing wrong… that Tythra was aware of. Yet.
Oh how predictable Imeeya was. The anger, the accusation. She didn’t even bother listening to the explaination. Not that Tythra even needed to give it to her. This was, after all, Tythra’s home. Should Tythra want to enter a room she could, and with no guilt about it. Besides everything that Imeeya owned was by right Tythra’s. After all, it was her money that Imeeya spent.
Not that Tythra would remind her of that.
Instead Tythra chose to focus on the former statement. Imeeya was immediately quick to deny the claim of friendship, as if there was something wrong with being friends with a Lord her age. While Tythra thought Imeeya could be spending her time with someone more worthy of her attention, she certainly wouldn’t get in trouble for befriending Silanos. He was a layabout and rude, but he was still nobility.
“The letter seemed to allude that you are. I’m curious as to why he was apologizing to you.” Tythra asked Imeeya outright. “It is… good to see that Lord Silanos is capable of apologizing. Now, I can’t claim to know the young man very well, but he didn’t give me the impression that apologizing was… within his nature, for lack of a better term.” It certainly was not within Tythra’s, at least not without ulterior motive. Of course the Drakos Head would never admit to that. She was the epitome of propriety after all.
Imeeya, Tythra predicted, would continue to be defensive. It was so hard to have a conversation with her daughter. She was so quick to anger and to assume that any conversation she had with Tythra would lead to a grounding, when really it was the fact that it seemed the only time the two of them spoke anymore was when Imeeya was in trouble. To be fair, Imeeya had a knack for getting into trouble. Between rumors of pirates and running into fires… it’s a wonder the girl was still breathing.
No thanks to her guards.
Anyway, this was not the point of the conversation. Tythra at least thought she should quell her daughter’s worries, before she jumped out of her seat to escape a conversation that she wouldn’t be dismissed from. “You’re not in trouble Imeeya. We’re just talking. We don’t do this enough. Chat. I like to know about the friends in your life.” Of course, Tythra would prefer the friends in Imeeya’s life be… well, not Silanos. But once the Princess’s curiousity was sated with the man, they could discuss better company that Imeeya could be keeping. Lady Ino of Vlahakis always seemed a polite young woman if not a tad… awkward. Certainly better than Silanos, however.
But Imeeya wasn’t in trouble. She had done nothing wrong… that Tythra was aware of. Yet.
It was infuriating, her mother’s seeming immunity to her anger. Nothing ever seemed to shake her. She could at least have the decency to pretend to care that what she had done was a complete violation of her privacy. But Imeeya knew better than to expect such considerations from her mother at this point. She should have known better than to keep that letter anywhere where her mother could find it.
When her mother expressed her amazement that Silanos was capable of apologizing, Imeeya couldn’t help but let a short laugh escape in spite of her attempts to suppress it. “Believe me, I was just as surprised as you were.” That had been the reason Imeeya had kept the letter in the first place. If she hadn’t been able to reread the words for herself she would have thought she had imagined such a thing.
Her mother wanted to know why Sil was apologizing, and that was a subject that she had wanted to keep a secret. Her mother could never know that she had been so forward with a man. And Silanos of all men. Not to mention he was already in trouble with Vangelis for kissing Asia. That was another matter that she couldn’t quite forgive. He’d kiss her cousin so easily despite the danger, but when she tried to kiss him he yelled at her.
As Imeeya frantically tried to think of some version of the truth she could tell her mother without getting herself or Sil into trouble her face flushed scarlet, first from embarrassment at the kiss, and then with rage at the fact that he had yelled at her. She had been moments away from leaving the conversation when her mother assured her that she wasn’t in trouble. While it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t be completely dead if her mother knew what she had done, it did at least mean that there wasn’t another shoe waiting to drop. Her mother didn’t know about the kiss, or the poppy-spiked wine. It was just the letter. She could surely make it look much better than it actually was.
“He was just apologizing because we had a misunderstanding and he yelled at me. It was entirely uncalled for. At least he has the good sense to apologize for it.” Imeeya’s annoyance at the memory simmered just under the surface That was enough of the truth. She only hoped her mother would be satisfied with it. “He’s not a friend. So if you wish to talk about my friends, perhaps we can talk about Asia. Or Leto of Chaossis, she’s been proving quite helpful.” Imeeya hoped that she could steer the conversation away from Silanos. That conversation was a shoddily built mine full of bad topics to discuss with her mom.
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It was infuriating, her mother’s seeming immunity to her anger. Nothing ever seemed to shake her. She could at least have the decency to pretend to care that what she had done was a complete violation of her privacy. But Imeeya knew better than to expect such considerations from her mother at this point. She should have known better than to keep that letter anywhere where her mother could find it.
When her mother expressed her amazement that Silanos was capable of apologizing, Imeeya couldn’t help but let a short laugh escape in spite of her attempts to suppress it. “Believe me, I was just as surprised as you were.” That had been the reason Imeeya had kept the letter in the first place. If she hadn’t been able to reread the words for herself she would have thought she had imagined such a thing.
Her mother wanted to know why Sil was apologizing, and that was a subject that she had wanted to keep a secret. Her mother could never know that she had been so forward with a man. And Silanos of all men. Not to mention he was already in trouble with Vangelis for kissing Asia. That was another matter that she couldn’t quite forgive. He’d kiss her cousin so easily despite the danger, but when she tried to kiss him he yelled at her.
As Imeeya frantically tried to think of some version of the truth she could tell her mother without getting herself or Sil into trouble her face flushed scarlet, first from embarrassment at the kiss, and then with rage at the fact that he had yelled at her. She had been moments away from leaving the conversation when her mother assured her that she wasn’t in trouble. While it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t be completely dead if her mother knew what she had done, it did at least mean that there wasn’t another shoe waiting to drop. Her mother didn’t know about the kiss, or the poppy-spiked wine. It was just the letter. She could surely make it look much better than it actually was.
“He was just apologizing because we had a misunderstanding and he yelled at me. It was entirely uncalled for. At least he has the good sense to apologize for it.” Imeeya’s annoyance at the memory simmered just under the surface That was enough of the truth. She only hoped her mother would be satisfied with it. “He’s not a friend. So if you wish to talk about my friends, perhaps we can talk about Asia. Or Leto of Chaossis, she’s been proving quite helpful.” Imeeya hoped that she could steer the conversation away from Silanos. That conversation was a shoddily built mine full of bad topics to discuss with her mom.
It was infuriating, her mother’s seeming immunity to her anger. Nothing ever seemed to shake her. She could at least have the decency to pretend to care that what she had done was a complete violation of her privacy. But Imeeya knew better than to expect such considerations from her mother at this point. She should have known better than to keep that letter anywhere where her mother could find it.
When her mother expressed her amazement that Silanos was capable of apologizing, Imeeya couldn’t help but let a short laugh escape in spite of her attempts to suppress it. “Believe me, I was just as surprised as you were.” That had been the reason Imeeya had kept the letter in the first place. If she hadn’t been able to reread the words for herself she would have thought she had imagined such a thing.
Her mother wanted to know why Sil was apologizing, and that was a subject that she had wanted to keep a secret. Her mother could never know that she had been so forward with a man. And Silanos of all men. Not to mention he was already in trouble with Vangelis for kissing Asia. That was another matter that she couldn’t quite forgive. He’d kiss her cousin so easily despite the danger, but when she tried to kiss him he yelled at her.
As Imeeya frantically tried to think of some version of the truth she could tell her mother without getting herself or Sil into trouble her face flushed scarlet, first from embarrassment at the kiss, and then with rage at the fact that he had yelled at her. She had been moments away from leaving the conversation when her mother assured her that she wasn’t in trouble. While it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t be completely dead if her mother knew what she had done, it did at least mean that there wasn’t another shoe waiting to drop. Her mother didn’t know about the kiss, or the poppy-spiked wine. It was just the letter. She could surely make it look much better than it actually was.
“He was just apologizing because we had a misunderstanding and he yelled at me. It was entirely uncalled for. At least he has the good sense to apologize for it.” Imeeya’s annoyance at the memory simmered just under the surface That was enough of the truth. She only hoped her mother would be satisfied with it. “He’s not a friend. So if you wish to talk about my friends, perhaps we can talk about Asia. Or Leto of Chaossis, she’s been proving quite helpful.” Imeeya hoped that she could steer the conversation away from Silanos. That conversation was a shoddily built mine full of bad topics to discuss with her mom.
