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She was finding Colchis was very much to her liking. She bit her lip as she tilted her head back, her blonde hair a wave down her back as her gaze traced the ceiling. She could not remember the name of the man currently pressing his lips to her neck, his teeth nipping gently at the place between neck and shoulder. His hands held her waist tightly, the hardness of him pressing into her. He had pinned her between himself and one of the shelves, bending low to accommodate her small stature.
She knew he was a nobleman, and while that would not guarantee that she would sleep with him -- it did improve his chances. Dione of Nikolaos was rather scrupulous about her choices in a lover, preferring not to put herself into too many compromising situations. Her love life held no room for error, and she could not allow herself to fall for anyone but the man who would help her elevate her family beyond minor nobility. But that did not mean she couldn’t have a little fun in the meantime. She leaned back, placing her hands on the bottom shelf, watching while his fingers carefully unlatched her chiton so he could slide a palm beneath it to cup her breast. Her breath caught, and she found herself curling a hand behind his head to draw his mouth back to hers.
There was something exhilarating about this sort of act in public, the thrill of being caught teetering on the edge of her mind. The fact that they were in the royal library had not escaped her notice either. She’d been visiting Colchis for a few weeks now, her trip drawing quickly to an end. Her days in the country were numbered, but that had not stopped her at all from having a good time. She had spent much of her time in social circles that were not all that different from the ones she enjoyed in Athenia. She tried her best to find a suitable match, but it seemed the pickings for bachelor’s here were just as slim as they were in Athenia. Her partner pressed into her, his hand squeezing her breast harshly as her focus drifted. His mouth was warm and pleasant against hers, but she found there was nothing particularly spectacular about it. Yes, this one was certainly not seeing the inside of her bed chambers tonight.
She made a soft moan for his pleasure, although she felt nothing at all to warrant such a sound. It seemed to please him though, for he pressed into her anew. It was not but a moment later that Dione dared to open her eyes, risking a glance and finding to her absolute horror that they had an audience. A flash of brown hair caught her attention, and she quickly shoved the man away -- hissing at him under her breath as a swirl of dizziness spotted her vision. Dione struggled with fainting spells quite often, usually under stress or when surprised. The blonde hastily fixed her chiton, shoving her little escapade in the opposite direction. He did not look convinced, but she was leaving him behind before he could truly make a fuss.
She had to catch that peeping tom, and make sure he -- or she -- wasn’t going to breathe a word of this. It would be very, very bad for her hosts to find out the ways she was using their library.
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She was finding Colchis was very much to her liking. She bit her lip as she tilted her head back, her blonde hair a wave down her back as her gaze traced the ceiling. She could not remember the name of the man currently pressing his lips to her neck, his teeth nipping gently at the place between neck and shoulder. His hands held her waist tightly, the hardness of him pressing into her. He had pinned her between himself and one of the shelves, bending low to accommodate her small stature.
She knew he was a nobleman, and while that would not guarantee that she would sleep with him -- it did improve his chances. Dione of Nikolaos was rather scrupulous about her choices in a lover, preferring not to put herself into too many compromising situations. Her love life held no room for error, and she could not allow herself to fall for anyone but the man who would help her elevate her family beyond minor nobility. But that did not mean she couldn’t have a little fun in the meantime. She leaned back, placing her hands on the bottom shelf, watching while his fingers carefully unlatched her chiton so he could slide a palm beneath it to cup her breast. Her breath caught, and she found herself curling a hand behind his head to draw his mouth back to hers.
There was something exhilarating about this sort of act in public, the thrill of being caught teetering on the edge of her mind. The fact that they were in the royal library had not escaped her notice either. She’d been visiting Colchis for a few weeks now, her trip drawing quickly to an end. Her days in the country were numbered, but that had not stopped her at all from having a good time. She had spent much of her time in social circles that were not all that different from the ones she enjoyed in Athenia. She tried her best to find a suitable match, but it seemed the pickings for bachelor’s here were just as slim as they were in Athenia. Her partner pressed into her, his hand squeezing her breast harshly as her focus drifted. His mouth was warm and pleasant against hers, but she found there was nothing particularly spectacular about it. Yes, this one was certainly not seeing the inside of her bed chambers tonight.
She made a soft moan for his pleasure, although she felt nothing at all to warrant such a sound. It seemed to please him though, for he pressed into her anew. It was not but a moment later that Dione dared to open her eyes, risking a glance and finding to her absolute horror that they had an audience. A flash of brown hair caught her attention, and she quickly shoved the man away -- hissing at him under her breath as a swirl of dizziness spotted her vision. Dione struggled with fainting spells quite often, usually under stress or when surprised. The blonde hastily fixed her chiton, shoving her little escapade in the opposite direction. He did not look convinced, but she was leaving him behind before he could truly make a fuss.
She had to catch that peeping tom, and make sure he -- or she -- wasn’t going to breathe a word of this. It would be very, very bad for her hosts to find out the ways she was using their library.
She was finding Colchis was very much to her liking. She bit her lip as she tilted her head back, her blonde hair a wave down her back as her gaze traced the ceiling. She could not remember the name of the man currently pressing his lips to her neck, his teeth nipping gently at the place between neck and shoulder. His hands held her waist tightly, the hardness of him pressing into her. He had pinned her between himself and one of the shelves, bending low to accommodate her small stature.
She knew he was a nobleman, and while that would not guarantee that she would sleep with him -- it did improve his chances. Dione of Nikolaos was rather scrupulous about her choices in a lover, preferring not to put herself into too many compromising situations. Her love life held no room for error, and she could not allow herself to fall for anyone but the man who would help her elevate her family beyond minor nobility. But that did not mean she couldn’t have a little fun in the meantime. She leaned back, placing her hands on the bottom shelf, watching while his fingers carefully unlatched her chiton so he could slide a palm beneath it to cup her breast. Her breath caught, and she found herself curling a hand behind his head to draw his mouth back to hers.
There was something exhilarating about this sort of act in public, the thrill of being caught teetering on the edge of her mind. The fact that they were in the royal library had not escaped her notice either. She’d been visiting Colchis for a few weeks now, her trip drawing quickly to an end. Her days in the country were numbered, but that had not stopped her at all from having a good time. She had spent much of her time in social circles that were not all that different from the ones she enjoyed in Athenia. She tried her best to find a suitable match, but it seemed the pickings for bachelor’s here were just as slim as they were in Athenia. Her partner pressed into her, his hand squeezing her breast harshly as her focus drifted. His mouth was warm and pleasant against hers, but she found there was nothing particularly spectacular about it. Yes, this one was certainly not seeing the inside of her bed chambers tonight.
She made a soft moan for his pleasure, although she felt nothing at all to warrant such a sound. It seemed to please him though, for he pressed into her anew. It was not but a moment later that Dione dared to open her eyes, risking a glance and finding to her absolute horror that they had an audience. A flash of brown hair caught her attention, and she quickly shoved the man away -- hissing at him under her breath as a swirl of dizziness spotted her vision. Dione struggled with fainting spells quite often, usually under stress or when surprised. The blonde hastily fixed her chiton, shoving her little escapade in the opposite direction. He did not look convinced, but she was leaving him behind before he could truly make a fuss.
She had to catch that peeping tom, and make sure he -- or she -- wasn’t going to breathe a word of this. It would be very, very bad for her hosts to find out the ways she was using their library.
Essa loved little more than she loved books.
After all, they were always there for her. They never scoffed at her as too young or looked at her with disappointment. No. Stories were always welcoming, eager to transport her mind all the places she could only dream of. Could turn her into a thousand people she could never be. Someone who could go on grand adventures, someone who could be swept of their feet. Someone who was admired and useful. Someone who knew love.
Thinking of it in such a fashion, there was little wonder that Essa gravitated so strongly to such stories.
The downside of being a voracious reader though, was a tendency to run out of books far too quickly. Of course, she often revisited her favorites, but it just wasn’t the same as diving headfirst into something new, where every twist and turn was a shock. As such, she was a frequent visitor to anywhere she could find literature. This was one such place, and Essa seldom felt more joy than when she was surrounded by scrolls and books such as this.
Essa wandered the shelves aimlessly, selecting and skimming over various selections. She held three in her arms already when she turned a corner and her eyes went wide.
Before her was a man and woman in a terribly compromised position. They were locked in an amorous embrace, lips exploring each other with soft moans. His hand was beneath the fabric of her chiton, holding tightly to her breast. Essa didn’t mean to stare, but she found witnessing such a thing to be far more shocking than reading about it. Then the woman’s eyes opened and it was all she could do to scurry away as quickly as possible, praying that she hadn’t been noticed.
Her arms tightened around her books that she held, feet moving quickly as she tried to calm herself. How embarrassing. What was wrong with her, staring like that at what was clearly meant to be a private moment? Not to mention the much tinier voice in her head, that wondered how it must have felt to be a woman so enamored as the blonde. Suddenly, her thoughts were interupted by a hand on her shoulder, tugging her harshly to spin around and face none other than that very woman.
A tiny, terrified squeak fell from her lips. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything I swear!” If the tell-tale crimson blush upon her face wasn’t obvious enough, her denial certainly was. She cringed, shrinking in upon herself like the mouse of a girl she was, trembling in fear of the anger she was certain was awaiting her.
“I’m so sorry...”
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Essa loved little more than she loved books.
After all, they were always there for her. They never scoffed at her as too young or looked at her with disappointment. No. Stories were always welcoming, eager to transport her mind all the places she could only dream of. Could turn her into a thousand people she could never be. Someone who could go on grand adventures, someone who could be swept of their feet. Someone who was admired and useful. Someone who knew love.
Thinking of it in such a fashion, there was little wonder that Essa gravitated so strongly to such stories.
The downside of being a voracious reader though, was a tendency to run out of books far too quickly. Of course, she often revisited her favorites, but it just wasn’t the same as diving headfirst into something new, where every twist and turn was a shock. As such, she was a frequent visitor to anywhere she could find literature. This was one such place, and Essa seldom felt more joy than when she was surrounded by scrolls and books such as this.
Essa wandered the shelves aimlessly, selecting and skimming over various selections. She held three in her arms already when she turned a corner and her eyes went wide.
Before her was a man and woman in a terribly compromised position. They were locked in an amorous embrace, lips exploring each other with soft moans. His hand was beneath the fabric of her chiton, holding tightly to her breast. Essa didn’t mean to stare, but she found witnessing such a thing to be far more shocking than reading about it. Then the woman’s eyes opened and it was all she could do to scurry away as quickly as possible, praying that she hadn’t been noticed.
Her arms tightened around her books that she held, feet moving quickly as she tried to calm herself. How embarrassing. What was wrong with her, staring like that at what was clearly meant to be a private moment? Not to mention the much tinier voice in her head, that wondered how it must have felt to be a woman so enamored as the blonde. Suddenly, her thoughts were interupted by a hand on her shoulder, tugging her harshly to spin around and face none other than that very woman.
A tiny, terrified squeak fell from her lips. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything I swear!” If the tell-tale crimson blush upon her face wasn’t obvious enough, her denial certainly was. She cringed, shrinking in upon herself like the mouse of a girl she was, trembling in fear of the anger she was certain was awaiting her.
“I’m so sorry...”
Essa loved little more than she loved books.
After all, they were always there for her. They never scoffed at her as too young or looked at her with disappointment. No. Stories were always welcoming, eager to transport her mind all the places she could only dream of. Could turn her into a thousand people she could never be. Someone who could go on grand adventures, someone who could be swept of their feet. Someone who was admired and useful. Someone who knew love.
Thinking of it in such a fashion, there was little wonder that Essa gravitated so strongly to such stories.
The downside of being a voracious reader though, was a tendency to run out of books far too quickly. Of course, she often revisited her favorites, but it just wasn’t the same as diving headfirst into something new, where every twist and turn was a shock. As such, she was a frequent visitor to anywhere she could find literature. This was one such place, and Essa seldom felt more joy than when she was surrounded by scrolls and books such as this.
Essa wandered the shelves aimlessly, selecting and skimming over various selections. She held three in her arms already when she turned a corner and her eyes went wide.
Before her was a man and woman in a terribly compromised position. They were locked in an amorous embrace, lips exploring each other with soft moans. His hand was beneath the fabric of her chiton, holding tightly to her breast. Essa didn’t mean to stare, but she found witnessing such a thing to be far more shocking than reading about it. Then the woman’s eyes opened and it was all she could do to scurry away as quickly as possible, praying that she hadn’t been noticed.
Her arms tightened around her books that she held, feet moving quickly as she tried to calm herself. How embarrassing. What was wrong with her, staring like that at what was clearly meant to be a private moment? Not to mention the much tinier voice in her head, that wondered how it must have felt to be a woman so enamored as the blonde. Suddenly, her thoughts were interupted by a hand on her shoulder, tugging her harshly to spin around and face none other than that very woman.
A tiny, terrified squeak fell from her lips. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything I swear!” If the tell-tale crimson blush upon her face wasn’t obvious enough, her denial certainly was. She cringed, shrinking in upon herself like the mouse of a girl she was, trembling in fear of the anger she was certain was awaiting her.
“I’m so sorry...”
As Dione closed the distance it became abundantly clear that the uninvited watcher was a petite young woman. The brunette was scurrying away as quickly as she could manage, but Dione had set her sights and was not going to let her get away now. She reached out, fingers stretching to clamp down on the other woman’s shoulder and spin her back towards Dione. Her blue eyes were alight with cold fire as she opened her mouth to utter a threat so vile that it would make the girl think twice before breathing a word about what she had stumbled across.
The words died in her throat as the girl squeaked and blushed, apologizing for what she had seen. It was not necessarily the words themselves that made Dione pause, but instead it was who said them. The eldest daughter of the proud house Nikolaos had spent years climbing the social ladder, so she knew just about every noble family across the three countries. So it was downright terrifying that the young face staring back at her was Essa of Drakos.
A hiss slid through her teeth, replacing the words that had nearly come out and Dione yanked her hand away as if the girl had suddenly become made of fire. ”L-Lady Drakos.” She said, the stammer coming out as her voice wavered between the snappish tone that had been ready and the polite one that she reserved for the nobility. Essa was the youngest daughter of the Princess Tythra, which meant that Essa was technically royalty even if she would never inherit such a title. The knowledge that she’d very nearly bitten the head off of such a high ranking noblewoman made Dione stiffen, her spine rigid as she dropped into a curtsy.
”My apologies, I had...no idea it was you.” She murmured. Get it together, Dione. She muttered to herself internally, trying to chase the nerves away with a shake of her hands. ”Ah..” She started, clearing her throat. To be caught by someone like Essa was utterly embarrassing, and despite the younger woman’s assurances that she had not seen anything that just couldn’t be the case if she was apologizing so. ”I’m so sorry you had to see that.” Fire was spreading across her cheeks. ”My...habits are not usually so…” She cleared her throat. ”So public.”
That was a lie. Dione was something of exhibitionist, prone to liking the thrill that came along with the idea that they may be caught. Now that she had been caught, perhaps she’d think twice before engaging in such activities again. ”Surely...surely we can keep this little matter between us?” She smiled encouragingly. ”Us ladies have to stick together, right?”
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As Dione closed the distance it became abundantly clear that the uninvited watcher was a petite young woman. The brunette was scurrying away as quickly as she could manage, but Dione had set her sights and was not going to let her get away now. She reached out, fingers stretching to clamp down on the other woman’s shoulder and spin her back towards Dione. Her blue eyes were alight with cold fire as she opened her mouth to utter a threat so vile that it would make the girl think twice before breathing a word about what she had stumbled across.
The words died in her throat as the girl squeaked and blushed, apologizing for what she had seen. It was not necessarily the words themselves that made Dione pause, but instead it was who said them. The eldest daughter of the proud house Nikolaos had spent years climbing the social ladder, so she knew just about every noble family across the three countries. So it was downright terrifying that the young face staring back at her was Essa of Drakos.
A hiss slid through her teeth, replacing the words that had nearly come out and Dione yanked her hand away as if the girl had suddenly become made of fire. ”L-Lady Drakos.” She said, the stammer coming out as her voice wavered between the snappish tone that had been ready and the polite one that she reserved for the nobility. Essa was the youngest daughter of the Princess Tythra, which meant that Essa was technically royalty even if she would never inherit such a title. The knowledge that she’d very nearly bitten the head off of such a high ranking noblewoman made Dione stiffen, her spine rigid as she dropped into a curtsy.
”My apologies, I had...no idea it was you.” She murmured. Get it together, Dione. She muttered to herself internally, trying to chase the nerves away with a shake of her hands. ”Ah..” She started, clearing her throat. To be caught by someone like Essa was utterly embarrassing, and despite the younger woman’s assurances that she had not seen anything that just couldn’t be the case if she was apologizing so. ”I’m so sorry you had to see that.” Fire was spreading across her cheeks. ”My...habits are not usually so…” She cleared her throat. ”So public.”
That was a lie. Dione was something of exhibitionist, prone to liking the thrill that came along with the idea that they may be caught. Now that she had been caught, perhaps she’d think twice before engaging in such activities again. ”Surely...surely we can keep this little matter between us?” She smiled encouragingly. ”Us ladies have to stick together, right?”
As Dione closed the distance it became abundantly clear that the uninvited watcher was a petite young woman. The brunette was scurrying away as quickly as she could manage, but Dione had set her sights and was not going to let her get away now. She reached out, fingers stretching to clamp down on the other woman’s shoulder and spin her back towards Dione. Her blue eyes were alight with cold fire as she opened her mouth to utter a threat so vile that it would make the girl think twice before breathing a word about what she had stumbled across.
The words died in her throat as the girl squeaked and blushed, apologizing for what she had seen. It was not necessarily the words themselves that made Dione pause, but instead it was who said them. The eldest daughter of the proud house Nikolaos had spent years climbing the social ladder, so she knew just about every noble family across the three countries. So it was downright terrifying that the young face staring back at her was Essa of Drakos.
A hiss slid through her teeth, replacing the words that had nearly come out and Dione yanked her hand away as if the girl had suddenly become made of fire. ”L-Lady Drakos.” She said, the stammer coming out as her voice wavered between the snappish tone that had been ready and the polite one that she reserved for the nobility. Essa was the youngest daughter of the Princess Tythra, which meant that Essa was technically royalty even if she would never inherit such a title. The knowledge that she’d very nearly bitten the head off of such a high ranking noblewoman made Dione stiffen, her spine rigid as she dropped into a curtsy.
”My apologies, I had...no idea it was you.” She murmured. Get it together, Dione. She muttered to herself internally, trying to chase the nerves away with a shake of her hands. ”Ah..” She started, clearing her throat. To be caught by someone like Essa was utterly embarrassing, and despite the younger woman’s assurances that she had not seen anything that just couldn’t be the case if she was apologizing so. ”I’m so sorry you had to see that.” Fire was spreading across her cheeks. ”My...habits are not usually so…” She cleared her throat. ”So public.”
That was a lie. Dione was something of exhibitionist, prone to liking the thrill that came along with the idea that they may be caught. Now that she had been caught, perhaps she’d think twice before engaging in such activities again. ”Surely...surely we can keep this little matter between us?” She smiled encouragingly. ”Us ladies have to stick together, right?”
Fear was a feeling that Essa was quite well acquainted with truth be told. After all, she lived in a home of fearsome tempers, in a court riddled with snakes and a land whose people were meant to be carved of stone - strong and unyielding. The delicate girl was just that - fragile and sensitive in every way. She had never quite belonged and she was acutely aware of it.
So it was that she anticipated the harsh fire of temper at interupting something meant to be private. It never occurred to the young girl to defend herself, that this was meant to be a public place where she had every right to be. So she cringed, waiting for a flare of rage that she felt certain was coming, only to be met with silence and a slight hiss. Surprised, she opened her eyes to look up at the woman before her. While hardly a tall woman, she had several inches on the ever diminutive Essa who still had to look up to meet her eyes. Eyes that were impossibly green and wide. There was no denying the beauty of the woman before her, and Essa felt almost certain she had to be one of Aphrodite’s chosen to appear as such.
She barely noticed the slight stammer as the woman addressed her, though she was grateful for the suddenly absent pressure of the hand upon her shoulder. She tilted her head slightly, trying to think if she knew the woman before her. In truth, she didn’t recognize her at all which only made the young girl feel guiltier. “Forgive me, I don’t mean to be rude, but have we met before? I can’t help but feel certain I would remember a woman so divinely beautiful as you.” From another, such words might have been mere flattery, but there was a certain awe and breathlessness as Essa spoke that betrayed the innocent sincerity of her words.
Essa’s blush deepened slightly at her apology, her mind quite to conjure the scene she had witnessed within her mind’s eye. It had been so like something out of one of her steamier stories... She cleared her throat slightly, banishing the image, or at least attempting to. “Oh, there’s no need to worry. I would never reveal your secrets,” she said hastily. Her tone turned wistful as her gaze drifted to the side slightly, looking off into the distance. “To have such a passionate love in your life... I could never fault anyone for being so lucky.”
A romantic at heart, Essa couldn’t help but wish for someone who longed to steal kisses from her. Something she feared a girl such as her could never attract. Her expression faltered, a sort of melancholy flickering over her features before she forced her attention back to the woman before her with a smile. “I can only hope Aphrodite will grant my own prayers someday and bless me as she has you.”
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Fear was a feeling that Essa was quite well acquainted with truth be told. After all, she lived in a home of fearsome tempers, in a court riddled with snakes and a land whose people were meant to be carved of stone - strong and unyielding. The delicate girl was just that - fragile and sensitive in every way. She had never quite belonged and she was acutely aware of it.
So it was that she anticipated the harsh fire of temper at interupting something meant to be private. It never occurred to the young girl to defend herself, that this was meant to be a public place where she had every right to be. So she cringed, waiting for a flare of rage that she felt certain was coming, only to be met with silence and a slight hiss. Surprised, she opened her eyes to look up at the woman before her. While hardly a tall woman, she had several inches on the ever diminutive Essa who still had to look up to meet her eyes. Eyes that were impossibly green and wide. There was no denying the beauty of the woman before her, and Essa felt almost certain she had to be one of Aphrodite’s chosen to appear as such.
She barely noticed the slight stammer as the woman addressed her, though she was grateful for the suddenly absent pressure of the hand upon her shoulder. She tilted her head slightly, trying to think if she knew the woman before her. In truth, she didn’t recognize her at all which only made the young girl feel guiltier. “Forgive me, I don’t mean to be rude, but have we met before? I can’t help but feel certain I would remember a woman so divinely beautiful as you.” From another, such words might have been mere flattery, but there was a certain awe and breathlessness as Essa spoke that betrayed the innocent sincerity of her words.
Essa’s blush deepened slightly at her apology, her mind quite to conjure the scene she had witnessed within her mind’s eye. It had been so like something out of one of her steamier stories... She cleared her throat slightly, banishing the image, or at least attempting to. “Oh, there’s no need to worry. I would never reveal your secrets,” she said hastily. Her tone turned wistful as her gaze drifted to the side slightly, looking off into the distance. “To have such a passionate love in your life... I could never fault anyone for being so lucky.”
A romantic at heart, Essa couldn’t help but wish for someone who longed to steal kisses from her. Something she feared a girl such as her could never attract. Her expression faltered, a sort of melancholy flickering over her features before she forced her attention back to the woman before her with a smile. “I can only hope Aphrodite will grant my own prayers someday and bless me as she has you.”
Fear was a feeling that Essa was quite well acquainted with truth be told. After all, she lived in a home of fearsome tempers, in a court riddled with snakes and a land whose people were meant to be carved of stone - strong and unyielding. The delicate girl was just that - fragile and sensitive in every way. She had never quite belonged and she was acutely aware of it.
So it was that she anticipated the harsh fire of temper at interupting something meant to be private. It never occurred to the young girl to defend herself, that this was meant to be a public place where she had every right to be. So she cringed, waiting for a flare of rage that she felt certain was coming, only to be met with silence and a slight hiss. Surprised, she opened her eyes to look up at the woman before her. While hardly a tall woman, she had several inches on the ever diminutive Essa who still had to look up to meet her eyes. Eyes that were impossibly green and wide. There was no denying the beauty of the woman before her, and Essa felt almost certain she had to be one of Aphrodite’s chosen to appear as such.
She barely noticed the slight stammer as the woman addressed her, though she was grateful for the suddenly absent pressure of the hand upon her shoulder. She tilted her head slightly, trying to think if she knew the woman before her. In truth, she didn’t recognize her at all which only made the young girl feel guiltier. “Forgive me, I don’t mean to be rude, but have we met before? I can’t help but feel certain I would remember a woman so divinely beautiful as you.” From another, such words might have been mere flattery, but there was a certain awe and breathlessness as Essa spoke that betrayed the innocent sincerity of her words.
Essa’s blush deepened slightly at her apology, her mind quite to conjure the scene she had witnessed within her mind’s eye. It had been so like something out of one of her steamier stories... She cleared her throat slightly, banishing the image, or at least attempting to. “Oh, there’s no need to worry. I would never reveal your secrets,” she said hastily. Her tone turned wistful as her gaze drifted to the side slightly, looking off into the distance. “To have such a passionate love in your life... I could never fault anyone for being so lucky.”
A romantic at heart, Essa couldn’t help but wish for someone who longed to steal kisses from her. Something she feared a girl such as her could never attract. Her expression faltered, a sort of melancholy flickering over her features before she forced her attention back to the woman before her with a smile. “I can only hope Aphrodite will grant my own prayers someday and bless me as she has you.”
Her green gaze lingered on her young face, the serene smile still on her face. She could not help but worry that perhaps this was all too easy, that convincing her to keep such a secret had been a trick. Yet every time Dione looked into that hazel gaze, she was more assured of the girl’s sincerity. She reminded her very much of her own baby sister, Rene, who was more artistically inclined. She would have been combing the library for books on art, whether it be techniques she’d yet to discover or perhaps descriptions and depictions of other artist’s work.
Have we met before?
Dione practically preened under the younger woman’s praise, a sweet smile spreading across her lips. She reached forward, casually touching her arm. ”You are very sweet.” She complimented, doing so to stay well on her good side. ”I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure before.” She tried not to feel too embarrassed that this was how she was meeting the daughter of a princess for the first time. ”My family name is Nikolaos. I’m Dione, the eldest of the house. My family takes care of one of Athenia’s provinces.”
She waved a hand dismissively. ”I’m not surprised. I’m but a minor noble and you...well...you’re quite up there aren’t you? Daughter of a princess and all that?” Essa’s blush was quite endearing, and Dione pulled back to give her a little more space. She had been fully prepared to rip this girl a new one, toss out every threat in the book but she was rather glad it had not resorted to such ugliness. She actually preferred being nice, despite her track record as one of the nastier socialites. She was able to rip apart a woman’s reputation with just one well-placed rumor, but also able to help guide some other lesser nobles into the proper social circles. It was something of a fun little game for her.
She reached up to tuck stray strands of blonde hair behind her ear, gaze flicking around them before she inclined her head back towards the part of the library that she’d been occupying. ”I made…” She paused to clear her throat. ”my friend...leave if there was something in that particular spot that you needed to find.”
The conversation seemed to flow a bit more, with Essa promising again not to tell anyone what she had seen. It was a relief. It was better for the girl to be a sword in her hand, rather than a sword at her throat. Dione glanced down at the books in Essa’s arms, briefly wondering what it was that the girl was even reading. Something...interesting?
I can only hope that Aphrodite will grant my own prayers someday and less me as she has you.
A giggle passed her lips, and she had to reach to stifle it. ”I am sure she has blessed you, you simply haven’t realized it. But if you’d like...perhaps I could advise you on such matters? My heart has...felt love quite a few times.” She said kindly. ”You’re beautiful, Lady Essa. A flower just beginning her bloom. One day you may very well outshine me.” She winked, reaching forward to take a look at the books that had caught her eye earlier.
”And what are these?” She asked.
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Her green gaze lingered on her young face, the serene smile still on her face. She could not help but worry that perhaps this was all too easy, that convincing her to keep such a secret had been a trick. Yet every time Dione looked into that hazel gaze, she was more assured of the girl’s sincerity. She reminded her very much of her own baby sister, Rene, who was more artistically inclined. She would have been combing the library for books on art, whether it be techniques she’d yet to discover or perhaps descriptions and depictions of other artist’s work.
Have we met before?
Dione practically preened under the younger woman’s praise, a sweet smile spreading across her lips. She reached forward, casually touching her arm. ”You are very sweet.” She complimented, doing so to stay well on her good side. ”I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure before.” She tried not to feel too embarrassed that this was how she was meeting the daughter of a princess for the first time. ”My family name is Nikolaos. I’m Dione, the eldest of the house. My family takes care of one of Athenia’s provinces.”
She waved a hand dismissively. ”I’m not surprised. I’m but a minor noble and you...well...you’re quite up there aren’t you? Daughter of a princess and all that?” Essa’s blush was quite endearing, and Dione pulled back to give her a little more space. She had been fully prepared to rip this girl a new one, toss out every threat in the book but she was rather glad it had not resorted to such ugliness. She actually preferred being nice, despite her track record as one of the nastier socialites. She was able to rip apart a woman’s reputation with just one well-placed rumor, but also able to help guide some other lesser nobles into the proper social circles. It was something of a fun little game for her.
She reached up to tuck stray strands of blonde hair behind her ear, gaze flicking around them before she inclined her head back towards the part of the library that she’d been occupying. ”I made…” She paused to clear her throat. ”my friend...leave if there was something in that particular spot that you needed to find.”
The conversation seemed to flow a bit more, with Essa promising again not to tell anyone what she had seen. It was a relief. It was better for the girl to be a sword in her hand, rather than a sword at her throat. Dione glanced down at the books in Essa’s arms, briefly wondering what it was that the girl was even reading. Something...interesting?
I can only hope that Aphrodite will grant my own prayers someday and less me as she has you.
A giggle passed her lips, and she had to reach to stifle it. ”I am sure she has blessed you, you simply haven’t realized it. But if you’d like...perhaps I could advise you on such matters? My heart has...felt love quite a few times.” She said kindly. ”You’re beautiful, Lady Essa. A flower just beginning her bloom. One day you may very well outshine me.” She winked, reaching forward to take a look at the books that had caught her eye earlier.
”And what are these?” She asked.
Her green gaze lingered on her young face, the serene smile still on her face. She could not help but worry that perhaps this was all too easy, that convincing her to keep such a secret had been a trick. Yet every time Dione looked into that hazel gaze, she was more assured of the girl’s sincerity. She reminded her very much of her own baby sister, Rene, who was more artistically inclined. She would have been combing the library for books on art, whether it be techniques she’d yet to discover or perhaps descriptions and depictions of other artist’s work.
Have we met before?
Dione practically preened under the younger woman’s praise, a sweet smile spreading across her lips. She reached forward, casually touching her arm. ”You are very sweet.” She complimented, doing so to stay well on her good side. ”I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure before.” She tried not to feel too embarrassed that this was how she was meeting the daughter of a princess for the first time. ”My family name is Nikolaos. I’m Dione, the eldest of the house. My family takes care of one of Athenia’s provinces.”
She waved a hand dismissively. ”I’m not surprised. I’m but a minor noble and you...well...you’re quite up there aren’t you? Daughter of a princess and all that?” Essa’s blush was quite endearing, and Dione pulled back to give her a little more space. She had been fully prepared to rip this girl a new one, toss out every threat in the book but she was rather glad it had not resorted to such ugliness. She actually preferred being nice, despite her track record as one of the nastier socialites. She was able to rip apart a woman’s reputation with just one well-placed rumor, but also able to help guide some other lesser nobles into the proper social circles. It was something of a fun little game for her.
She reached up to tuck stray strands of blonde hair behind her ear, gaze flicking around them before she inclined her head back towards the part of the library that she’d been occupying. ”I made…” She paused to clear her throat. ”my friend...leave if there was something in that particular spot that you needed to find.”
The conversation seemed to flow a bit more, with Essa promising again not to tell anyone what she had seen. It was a relief. It was better for the girl to be a sword in her hand, rather than a sword at her throat. Dione glanced down at the books in Essa’s arms, briefly wondering what it was that the girl was even reading. Something...interesting?
I can only hope that Aphrodite will grant my own prayers someday and less me as she has you.
A giggle passed her lips, and she had to reach to stifle it. ”I am sure she has blessed you, you simply haven’t realized it. But if you’d like...perhaps I could advise you on such matters? My heart has...felt love quite a few times.” She said kindly. ”You’re beautiful, Lady Essa. A flower just beginning her bloom. One day you may very well outshine me.” She winked, reaching forward to take a look at the books that had caught her eye earlier.
