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If one had suggested that Imma was displeased, they were understating the fact. Not only did the young woman feel discomfort in being here after the slayings that had taken place before, but she didn’t want Theo to get married at all. It had been with a long frown and a splotch of paint that her mother had found her. Imma had not, and would not, confess that the paint was her way of protesting the entire thing and getting out of the parading around. Maybe then Theo would cancel the whole thing and stay with her. She labeled it an accident, when asked, which was easy enough to believe given her long history of getting paint everywhere.
Her plan was a complete failure and it was through a sharp pinch to the sides of her mouth that her mother forced her lips into a smile, demanding it remain. The young girl of Leventi could be rebellious in her own way, but she was not so much so that she would defy her mothers’ clear orders. So, she smiled a gloomy smile and was partnered with her youngest-older sister Nana for the duration of the day. Side by side, arms linked. It was a pain. It wasn’t that Imma disliked her sister, she loved her deeply, but she did not wish to be wrangled next to her, arms intertwined the entire day.
She just knew there was not going to be an opportunity to change along the way.
Imma remained mostly silent for a long duration of everyone's greetings. All these marriages made her want to remain away from anyone’s attention less they turn their eyes to her with their accursed thoughts of nuptials. ‘Artemis, see me through this unwed and betrothed’ the young girl prayed at various points during the greeting, the parades and during most conversations that she had.
Nana, it seemed, was being a dolt this day. Commenting on how she needed to let Theo live her best life. Couldn’t she see that this wasn’t Theo’s life? It wasn’t Theo at all! She was being forced into all of this and Imma hated it. Not just the marriage but everything that was happening all around her. To her credit, Imma managed to keep her lips firmly together. Silent. In equal parts because she couldn’t be trusted not to yell out her response and because she might cry if she did. Why did Nana have to be such a… a… Imma glanced towards her mother half wondering if she might be hearing what she was about to think. Perhaps the woman was gifted by the gods, for she was looking at Imma when she checked, shutting down that line of thinking. Very well, Nana would just have to sneak down to the kitchens by herself tonight. Or maybe Imma would bring her half way and then lose her. That would teach her.
The youngest sister needed not suffer in silence as Nana turned her attention to their cousin, Evie. The cousin was quick witted, coming back with a tease of her own. Imma snickered through her mouth to stop herself from snorting in an attempt to contain her laughter. The poor girl thought she was playing it cool, that her light laughs were going undetected, but she was not nearly a silent as she thought herself to be. She couldn’t even look at Nana for fear that she would burst out laughing and ruin the whole joke.
“I know” Imma managed to smile at her eldest sister, Selene, tried to comfort her. The smile was not as full or genuine as it usually was. Some hopefulness was there thanks to her eldest sister and cousin but still, her eyes lingered towards Theo and were longing. She wanted little more than to join her on her litter, to hug her and be told that everything was going to be okay. At least be told that she was happy, but as oblivious as Imma could be even she did not miss the signs of misery. For once, it wasn’t her own emotions that she was reflecting at someone else. “Can I go with you two?” Imma asked towards Selene and Evie, wanting to be away from Nana and her cruel words.
Even if they would have had her, the paint splotch has still been wet when she was attached to her sister which meant that remnants of the paint had attached to Nana’s clothing as well. There was little chance that Nana would release her sister, even in death her spirit would have Imma clung to her body until her attire could be changed, Imma was certain.
Every time the procession stopped Imma was reminded of how much stronger her older sister was than her. For as soon as the liter was lowered Imma tried to rush forward to see Theo but Nana’s grasp was firm as she pulled her back. The younger sister scowled everytime it happened, if only momentarily. “Is this almost over? I’m not sure I can suffer another step” she lamented to Nana, a small smile on her face to try and keep up appearances as best she could. It wasn’t likely that anyone would confuse Imma as a stage actor, however, as she smile showed too much teeth and lacked any sincerity in it.
It felt like it had been days that they had been walking, and the temperature harassed the linked sister as well as perspiration was heavy where the two were linked arms. Imma was able to take some satisfaction that it probably bothered Nana more than it bothered her. Unfortunately, it was bothering Imma a bit and she was growing more and more restless as they visited temple after temple. Imma tried to be respectful of the gods, she really did! But why did they demand so much of them? Sacrificing animals, food, or flowers all the time. They were gods, couldn’t they just get all those things themselves? Imma had asked the question before, to which she was swatted on the hand and told it was not her place to question the requests of the gods.
“Nana” Imma whined having seemingly forgotten about her previous grievance towards the other girl “I really need to…” she started hopping around in the way that is usually reserved for children younger than her that indicated that they needed to use the washroom. She didn’t wait for Nana to respond, however, before turning as much as she could towards Selene mouthing “I have to pee”, a look of desperation plain on her face. Certainly at least one of the two would do something about it.
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If one had suggested that Imma was displeased, they were understating the fact. Not only did the young woman feel discomfort in being here after the slayings that had taken place before, but she didn’t want Theo to get married at all. It had been with a long frown and a splotch of paint that her mother had found her. Imma had not, and would not, confess that the paint was her way of protesting the entire thing and getting out of the parading around. Maybe then Theo would cancel the whole thing and stay with her. She labeled it an accident, when asked, which was easy enough to believe given her long history of getting paint everywhere.
Her plan was a complete failure and it was through a sharp pinch to the sides of her mouth that her mother forced her lips into a smile, demanding it remain. The young girl of Leventi could be rebellious in her own way, but she was not so much so that she would defy her mothers’ clear orders. So, she smiled a gloomy smile and was partnered with her youngest-older sister Nana for the duration of the day. Side by side, arms linked. It was a pain. It wasn’t that Imma disliked her sister, she loved her deeply, but she did not wish to be wrangled next to her, arms intertwined the entire day.
She just knew there was not going to be an opportunity to change along the way.
Imma remained mostly silent for a long duration of everyone's greetings. All these marriages made her want to remain away from anyone’s attention less they turn their eyes to her with their accursed thoughts of nuptials. ‘Artemis, see me through this unwed and betrothed’ the young girl prayed at various points during the greeting, the parades and during most conversations that she had.
Nana, it seemed, was being a dolt this day. Commenting on how she needed to let Theo live her best life. Couldn’t she see that this wasn’t Theo’s life? It wasn’t Theo at all! She was being forced into all of this and Imma hated it. Not just the marriage but everything that was happening all around her. To her credit, Imma managed to keep her lips firmly together. Silent. In equal parts because she couldn’t be trusted not to yell out her response and because she might cry if she did. Why did Nana have to be such a… a… Imma glanced towards her mother half wondering if she might be hearing what she was about to think. Perhaps the woman was gifted by the gods, for she was looking at Imma when she checked, shutting down that line of thinking. Very well, Nana would just have to sneak down to the kitchens by herself tonight. Or maybe Imma would bring her half way and then lose her. That would teach her.
The youngest sister needed not suffer in silence as Nana turned her attention to their cousin, Evie. The cousin was quick witted, coming back with a tease of her own. Imma snickered through her mouth to stop herself from snorting in an attempt to contain her laughter. The poor girl thought she was playing it cool, that her light laughs were going undetected, but she was not nearly a silent as she thought herself to be. She couldn’t even look at Nana for fear that she would burst out laughing and ruin the whole joke.
“I know” Imma managed to smile at her eldest sister, Selene, tried to comfort her. The smile was not as full or genuine as it usually was. Some hopefulness was there thanks to her eldest sister and cousin but still, her eyes lingered towards Theo and were longing. She wanted little more than to join her on her litter, to hug her and be told that everything was going to be okay. At least be told that she was happy, but as oblivious as Imma could be even she did not miss the signs of misery. For once, it wasn’t her own emotions that she was reflecting at someone else. “Can I go with you two?” Imma asked towards Selene and Evie, wanting to be away from Nana and her cruel words.
Even if they would have had her, the paint splotch has still been wet when she was attached to her sister which meant that remnants of the paint had attached to Nana’s clothing as well. There was little chance that Nana would release her sister, even in death her spirit would have Imma clung to her body until her attire could be changed, Imma was certain.
Every time the procession stopped Imma was reminded of how much stronger her older sister was than her. For as soon as the liter was lowered Imma tried to rush forward to see Theo but Nana’s grasp was firm as she pulled her back. The younger sister scowled everytime it happened, if only momentarily. “Is this almost over? I’m not sure I can suffer another step” she lamented to Nana, a small smile on her face to try and keep up appearances as best she could. It wasn’t likely that anyone would confuse Imma as a stage actor, however, as she smile showed too much teeth and lacked any sincerity in it.
It felt like it had been days that they had been walking, and the temperature harassed the linked sister as well as perspiration was heavy where the two were linked arms. Imma was able to take some satisfaction that it probably bothered Nana more than it bothered her. Unfortunately, it was bothering Imma a bit and she was growing more and more restless as they visited temple after temple. Imma tried to be respectful of the gods, she really did! But why did they demand so much of them? Sacrificing animals, food, or flowers all the time. They were gods, couldn’t they just get all those things themselves? Imma had asked the question before, to which she was swatted on the hand and told it was not her place to question the requests of the gods.
“Nana” Imma whined having seemingly forgotten about her previous grievance towards the other girl “I really need to…” she started hopping around in the way that is usually reserved for children younger than her that indicated that they needed to use the washroom. She didn’t wait for Nana to respond, however, before turning as much as she could towards Selene mouthing “I have to pee”, a look of desperation plain on her face. Certainly at least one of the two would do something about it.
If one had suggested that Imma was displeased, they were understating the fact. Not only did the young woman feel discomfort in being here after the slayings that had taken place before, but she didn’t want Theo to get married at all. It had been with a long frown and a splotch of paint that her mother had found her. Imma had not, and would not, confess that the paint was her way of protesting the entire thing and getting out of the parading around. Maybe then Theo would cancel the whole thing and stay with her. She labeled it an accident, when asked, which was easy enough to believe given her long history of getting paint everywhere.
Her plan was a complete failure and it was through a sharp pinch to the sides of her mouth that her mother forced her lips into a smile, demanding it remain. The young girl of Leventi could be rebellious in her own way, but she was not so much so that she would defy her mothers’ clear orders. So, she smiled a gloomy smile and was partnered with her youngest-older sister Nana for the duration of the day. Side by side, arms linked. It was a pain. It wasn’t that Imma disliked her sister, she loved her deeply, but she did not wish to be wrangled next to her, arms intertwined the entire day.
She just knew there was not going to be an opportunity to change along the way.
Imma remained mostly silent for a long duration of everyone's greetings. All these marriages made her want to remain away from anyone’s attention less they turn their eyes to her with their accursed thoughts of nuptials. ‘Artemis, see me through this unwed and betrothed’ the young girl prayed at various points during the greeting, the parades and during most conversations that she had.
Nana, it seemed, was being a dolt this day. Commenting on how she needed to let Theo live her best life. Couldn’t she see that this wasn’t Theo’s life? It wasn’t Theo at all! She was being forced into all of this and Imma hated it. Not just the marriage but everything that was happening all around her. To her credit, Imma managed to keep her lips firmly together. Silent. In equal parts because she couldn’t be trusted not to yell out her response and because she might cry if she did. Why did Nana have to be such a… a… Imma glanced towards her mother half wondering if she might be hearing what she was about to think. Perhaps the woman was gifted by the gods, for she was looking at Imma when she checked, shutting down that line of thinking. Very well, Nana would just have to sneak down to the kitchens by herself tonight. Or maybe Imma would bring her half way and then lose her. That would teach her.
The youngest sister needed not suffer in silence as Nana turned her attention to their cousin, Evie. The cousin was quick witted, coming back with a tease of her own. Imma snickered through her mouth to stop herself from snorting in an attempt to contain her laughter. The poor girl thought she was playing it cool, that her light laughs were going undetected, but she was not nearly a silent as she thought herself to be. She couldn’t even look at Nana for fear that she would burst out laughing and ruin the whole joke.
“I know” Imma managed to smile at her eldest sister, Selene, tried to comfort her. The smile was not as full or genuine as it usually was. Some hopefulness was there thanks to her eldest sister and cousin but still, her eyes lingered towards Theo and were longing. She wanted little more than to join her on her litter, to hug her and be told that everything was going to be okay. At least be told that she was happy, but as oblivious as Imma could be even she did not miss the signs of misery. For once, it wasn’t her own emotions that she was reflecting at someone else. “Can I go with you two?” Imma asked towards Selene and Evie, wanting to be away from Nana and her cruel words.
Even if they would have had her, the paint splotch has still been wet when she was attached to her sister which meant that remnants of the paint had attached to Nana’s clothing as well. There was little chance that Nana would release her sister, even in death her spirit would have Imma clung to her body until her attire could be changed, Imma was certain.
Every time the procession stopped Imma was reminded of how much stronger her older sister was than her. For as soon as the liter was lowered Imma tried to rush forward to see Theo but Nana’s grasp was firm as she pulled her back. The younger sister scowled everytime it happened, if only momentarily. “Is this almost over? I’m not sure I can suffer another step” she lamented to Nana, a small smile on her face to try and keep up appearances as best she could. It wasn’t likely that anyone would confuse Imma as a stage actor, however, as she smile showed too much teeth and lacked any sincerity in it.
It felt like it had been days that they had been walking, and the temperature harassed the linked sister as well as perspiration was heavy where the two were linked arms. Imma was able to take some satisfaction that it probably bothered Nana more than it bothered her. Unfortunately, it was bothering Imma a bit and she was growing more and more restless as they visited temple after temple. Imma tried to be respectful of the gods, she really did! But why did they demand so much of them? Sacrificing animals, food, or flowers all the time. They were gods, couldn’t they just get all those things themselves? Imma had asked the question before, to which she was swatted on the hand and told it was not her place to question the requests of the gods.
“Nana” Imma whined having seemingly forgotten about her previous grievance towards the other girl “I really need to…” she started hopping around in the way that is usually reserved for children younger than her that indicated that they needed to use the washroom. She didn’t wait for Nana to respond, however, before turning as much as she could towards Selene mouthing “I have to pee”, a look of desperation plain on her face. Certainly at least one of the two would do something about it.
Selene was correct and Nana couldn't help but agree with her, albeit her agreement with the statement was minimal. It was only when Imma expressed gratitude towards the eldest that she refused to agree with Selene. Now she's encouraged the youngest to try and sneak away and embarrass herself in front of the royal family! It was unbecoming of a woman to consider the childish route, but for Nana it was the only path that made sense to her; Parting her lips to begin an argument, she surveyed the setting and realized that they were still surrounded by celebrating citizens. Well, it would be quite disgraceful to argue with her sisters, and she certainly wouldn't do her looks a favor if she scowled or puckered her lips into a pout for all to see. To express her irritation, her arm squeezed Imma's as they both strolled behind the litter.
The woman nodded sincerely once her cousin spoke her name, "Well, it's true! I'm sure Lord Mikaelidas would like to have someone to stroll wi--" Her explanation was interrupted when Evie claimed that she had strawberry seeds stuck between her teeth... When it came to strawberries, her bites were small and delicate. There was no way that there could be any seeds wedged between her pristine teeth, none at all.
"Pardon?"
But once Selene handed her a handkerchief, her fair face fell. Out of all the people to stab her in the back, it was the eldest who should've been the less likely to do so! Her hand grabbed at the edge of the kerchief as if it had a stain of wine coating the fabric. The vapid Leventi turned her head to witness her oldest sister offer to walk with her cousin instead, her time came to criticize everything and anything wrong with Evangelina:
"Well-- Well you-"
Flustered about how there was nothing to pick at or criticize, she held on to the fellow blonde for emotional support stemming from the tragedy. A swift 'no' was the answer to Imma's pleas to separate from her, added with a neatly folded handkerchief pushed into the smaller one's peplos pocket. With haste, Nana sped up a few feet away from Selene and Evie thus out of earshot of their conversation, taking Imma along with her.
Each stop was more unremarkable than the last, and Selene's encouragement prompted Imma to try and reach out to Theodora each time the litter lowered to let the betrothed out. Her younger sister's determination, their mother's rules, and her own protective tendencies led the woman to pull the aspiring artist back into the spot next to her. "Stop it," Nana whined at every destination they stopped at, her arm coiling tightly around the courageous one. Couldn't she see that her older sister was trying to keep her from embarrassing her-- erm herself? Why did she insist on pursuing the second oldest when she could see her at their Vassiliadon home afterwards? Theo would be there after all, yes? With an exasperated sigh, her brown eyes darted around the area of Athena's temple until they laid upon Emilios' back. Just in case the Mikaelidas Lord turned around upon hearing her sigh, she quickly retrieved the handkerchief from Imma's peplos to remove the aforementioned fruit seeds from her teeth. Dipping her head, she covered her mouth and lifted her index finger in the kerchief fold before tugging any 'seed' with her covered nail. Pulling back, her eyes widened as she saw nothing of the sort! Perhaps she should scrape harder... Once Theo and Lord Achilleas arrived, she wedged the tissue between her and Imma and walked again, ignoring her sister's complaints.
Once they stopped for the last time, she pulled it from her own peplos and gasped: Orange paint filled each fold as if it were used to blot out a messy canvas, the messy canvas being the two younger Leventi women. Preparing herself to scold Imma, the girl called her name and begun hopping in place. "Need to what--" Nana's gaze shifted over to the Litter. Now, she wasn't the creative type but she was well-aware that her sister was. Her mind didn't register the real reason as to why the painter was jumping up and down, but knowing Imma, her thoughts materialized a rather... outlandish conclusion. "N-No!" She whispered, "How many times must I grab you? You can't jump on Mother and Theo's litter and stay up there-- look, I know you want to talk to her, but you shan't be that desperate." With a scoff, she turned around at the same times as Imma and shook her head at both her cousin and elder sister, motioning how crazy the smaller one was. Hopefully, the goddess Aphrodite could forgive them for their dalliances.
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Selene was correct and Nana couldn't help but agree with her, albeit her agreement with the statement was minimal. It was only when Imma expressed gratitude towards the eldest that she refused to agree with Selene. Now she's encouraged the youngest to try and sneak away and embarrass herself in front of the royal family! It was unbecoming of a woman to consider the childish route, but for Nana it was the only path that made sense to her; Parting her lips to begin an argument, she surveyed the setting and realized that they were still surrounded by celebrating citizens. Well, it would be quite disgraceful to argue with her sisters, and she certainly wouldn't do her looks a favor if she scowled or puckered her lips into a pout for all to see. To express her irritation, her arm squeezed Imma's as they both strolled behind the litter.
The woman nodded sincerely once her cousin spoke her name, "Well, it's true! I'm sure Lord Mikaelidas would like to have someone to stroll wi--" Her explanation was interrupted when Evie claimed that she had strawberry seeds stuck between her teeth... When it came to strawberries, her bites were small and delicate. There was no way that there could be any seeds wedged between her pristine teeth, none at all.
"Pardon?"
But once Selene handed her a handkerchief, her fair face fell. Out of all the people to stab her in the back, it was the eldest who should've been the less likely to do so! Her hand grabbed at the edge of the kerchief as if it had a stain of wine coating the fabric. The vapid Leventi turned her head to witness her oldest sister offer to walk with her cousin instead, her time came to criticize everything and anything wrong with Evangelina:
"Well-- Well you-"
Flustered about how there was nothing to pick at or criticize, she held on to the fellow blonde for emotional support stemming from the tragedy. A swift 'no' was the answer to Imma's pleas to separate from her, added with a neatly folded handkerchief pushed into the smaller one's peplos pocket. With haste, Nana sped up a few feet away from Selene and Evie thus out of earshot of their conversation, taking Imma along with her.
Each stop was more unremarkable than the last, and Selene's encouragement prompted Imma to try and reach out to Theodora each time the litter lowered to let the betrothed out. Her younger sister's determination, their mother's rules, and her own protective tendencies led the woman to pull the aspiring artist back into the spot next to her. "Stop it," Nana whined at every destination they stopped at, her arm coiling tightly around the courageous one. Couldn't she see that her older sister was trying to keep her from embarrassing her-- erm herself? Why did she insist on pursuing the second oldest when she could see her at their Vassiliadon home afterwards? Theo would be there after all, yes? With an exasperated sigh, her brown eyes darted around the area of Athena's temple until they laid upon Emilios' back. Just in case the Mikaelidas Lord turned around upon hearing her sigh, she quickly retrieved the handkerchief from Imma's peplos to remove the aforementioned fruit seeds from her teeth. Dipping her head, she covered her mouth and lifted her index finger in the kerchief fold before tugging any 'seed' with her covered nail. Pulling back, her eyes widened as she saw nothing of the sort! Perhaps she should scrape harder... Once Theo and Lord Achilleas arrived, she wedged the tissue between her and Imma and walked again, ignoring her sister's complaints.
Once they stopped for the last time, she pulled it from her own peplos and gasped: Orange paint filled each fold as if it were used to blot out a messy canvas, the messy canvas being the two younger Leventi women. Preparing herself to scold Imma, the girl called her name and begun hopping in place. "Need to what--" Nana's gaze shifted over to the Litter. Now, she wasn't the creative type but she was well-aware that her sister was. Her mind didn't register the real reason as to why the painter was jumping up and down, but knowing Imma, her thoughts materialized a rather... outlandish conclusion. "N-No!" She whispered, "How many times must I grab you? You can't jump on Mother and Theo's litter and stay up there-- look, I know you want to talk to her, but you shan't be that desperate." With a scoff, she turned around at the same times as Imma and shook her head at both her cousin and elder sister, motioning how crazy the smaller one was. Hopefully, the goddess Aphrodite could forgive them for their dalliances.
Selene was correct and Nana couldn't help but agree with her, albeit her agreement with the statement was minimal. It was only when Imma expressed gratitude towards the eldest that she refused to agree with Selene. Now she's encouraged the youngest to try and sneak away and embarrass herself in front of the royal family! It was unbecoming of a woman to consider the childish route, but for Nana it was the only path that made sense to her; Parting her lips to begin an argument, she surveyed the setting and realized that they were still surrounded by celebrating citizens. Well, it would be quite disgraceful to argue with her sisters, and she certainly wouldn't do her looks a favor if she scowled or puckered her lips into a pout for all to see. To express her irritation, her arm squeezed Imma's as they both strolled behind the litter.
The woman nodded sincerely once her cousin spoke her name, "Well, it's true! I'm sure Lord Mikaelidas would like to have someone to stroll wi--" Her explanation was interrupted when Evie claimed that she had strawberry seeds stuck between her teeth... When it came to strawberries, her bites were small and delicate. There was no way that there could be any seeds wedged between her pristine teeth, none at all.
"Pardon?"
But once Selene handed her a handkerchief, her fair face fell. Out of all the people to stab her in the back, it was the eldest who should've been the less likely to do so! Her hand grabbed at the edge of the kerchief as if it had a stain of wine coating the fabric. The vapid Leventi turned her head to witness her oldest sister offer to walk with her cousin instead, her time came to criticize everything and anything wrong with Evangelina:
"Well-- Well you-"
Flustered about how there was nothing to pick at or criticize, she held on to the fellow blonde for emotional support stemming from the tragedy. A swift 'no' was the answer to Imma's pleas to separate from her, added with a neatly folded handkerchief pushed into the smaller one's peplos pocket. With haste, Nana sped up a few feet away from Selene and Evie thus out of earshot of their conversation, taking Imma along with her.
Each stop was more unremarkable than the last, and Selene's encouragement prompted Imma to try and reach out to Theodora each time the litter lowered to let the betrothed out. Her younger sister's determination, their mother's rules, and her own protective tendencies led the woman to pull the aspiring artist back into the spot next to her. "Stop it," Nana whined at every destination they stopped at, her arm coiling tightly around the courageous one. Couldn't she see that her older sister was trying to keep her from embarrassing her-- erm herself? Why did she insist on pursuing the second oldest when she could see her at their Vassiliadon home afterwards? Theo would be there after all, yes? With an exasperated sigh, her brown eyes darted around the area of Athena's temple until they laid upon Emilios' back. Just in case the Mikaelidas Lord turned around upon hearing her sigh, she quickly retrieved the handkerchief from Imma's peplos to remove the aforementioned fruit seeds from her teeth. Dipping her head, she covered her mouth and lifted her index finger in the kerchief fold before tugging any 'seed' with her covered nail. Pulling back, her eyes widened as she saw nothing of the sort! Perhaps she should scrape harder... Once Theo and Lord Achilleas arrived, she wedged the tissue between her and Imma and walked again, ignoring her sister's complaints.
Once they stopped for the last time, she pulled it from her own peplos and gasped: Orange paint filled each fold as if it were used to blot out a messy canvas, the messy canvas being the two younger Leventi women. Preparing herself to scold Imma, the girl called her name and begun hopping in place. "Need to what--" Nana's gaze shifted over to the Litter. Now, she wasn't the creative type but she was well-aware that her sister was. Her mind didn't register the real reason as to why the painter was jumping up and down, but knowing Imma, her thoughts materialized a rather... outlandish conclusion. "N-No!" She whispered, "How many times must I grab you? You can't jump on Mother and Theo's litter and stay up there-- look, I know you want to talk to her, but you shan't be that desperate." With a scoff, she turned around at the same times as Imma and shook her head at both her cousin and elder sister, motioning how crazy the smaller one was. Hopefully, the goddess Aphrodite could forgive them for their dalliances.
‘Well, it’s true! I’m sure Lord Mikaelidas would like to have someone to stroll wi--’
Evangelina couldn’t shut Nana fast enough by trying to tell her there were strawberries in her teeth. Even if they weren’t, it’d hopefully distract her vain cousin from her train of thought. She wondered if this trip would have been so much simpler if they’d left Nana at home… by accident of course. It’d have been a terrible shame should she have missed the carriage.
‘Pardon?’ Evie simply pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows at her cousin. It was backed up further when Cici handed Nana a handkerchief. She had to look away to keep from snickering. She’d had that coming. Selene must have seen it though, with the quickness she’d looped her arm through Evie’s. ‘Well-- Well you-’ Nana sputtered. Had they not been in the middle of the temple tour, she’d have not hesitated at telling Nana to ‘Just be quiet.’. However, Evie wasn’t quite that crass.
As Selene managed to separate the two Leventis of the same birth year, she heard Imma’s question as she asked if she could join the two of them. Evie offered Imma a woeful smile, someone had to stay with Nana… lest they all had to walk with her and Evangelina had quite decided it wasn’t her day for that particular chore.
‘Come, you and I can stand back and imagine our own tours.’ That brought a dimpled smile to Evangelina’s lips and she shook her head. ‘I am not entirely sure that I want to imagine mine. But yours will be spectacular, it’ll be the talk of court.' She bumped Selene’s hip with her own softly as she said it. The thought of Nana matchmaking brought about a laugh and she shook her head. “I am afraid that is putting it too politely, Selene. Tact is not the only thing she is lacking with her matchmaking. Lord Emilios wouldn’t give me a second look… and especially not when I am standing next to you.” She teased, her dark eyes flickering to the man in question then back to Selene.
Selene must be right, he had to be stretching himself too thin with everything that had happened. He didn’t exactly radiate the same enthusiasm that Nana did about this entire ordeal. He must have wanted to be somewhere… anywhere but here. Honestly, Evangelina didn’t blame him one bit… the Gods would probably smite her down for that thought but it was true. Giving a roll of her eyes at Selene, she shook her head at her older cousin in a soft ‘no’. “He’s handsome to be sure, really, really, really handsome… but I’d never get a moment’s sleep from fretting about the way women would throw themselves at him.”
Leaning in a little closer, she glanced around making sure the person she was about to whisper about was in fact not lurking behind them. “Why, haven’t you heard? That is the exact reason, Uncle Fotios summoned me to court.” Pulling away from Selene a little, she rolled her eyes, “I mean it was inevitable, but I do wish my father had been more involved.” She sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. I mean… there is someone I am fond of but…” Her words drew off and she looked down at her feet. “I think he, maybe, just sees me as a friend. It has been a while since we’ve last seen each other. I’d like to think I am a bit more than just a girl now.”
She hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, Konstantinos knew and her parents knew but she’d not made a big deal out of her Athenian correspondence. Tilting her head a little, she slanted a look at Selene. “What about you? How was Colchis? Uncle Fotios spoke of how many eligible men were there. Did you break many hearts?”
The conversation quieted as the processions stopped. Noticing Imma doing a familiar sort of jig. She nudged Selene and raised her eyebrows as she nodded towards the dancing Imma. “I can’t hear Nana, what did she tell Imma?” Evie had tilted her head to whisper those words quietly to Selene.
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‘Well, it’s true! I’m sure Lord Mikaelidas would like to have someone to stroll wi--’
Evangelina couldn’t shut Nana fast enough by trying to tell her there were strawberries in her teeth. Even if they weren’t, it’d hopefully distract her vain cousin from her train of thought. She wondered if this trip would have been so much simpler if they’d left Nana at home… by accident of course. It’d have been a terrible shame should she have missed the carriage.
‘Pardon?’ Evie simply pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows at her cousin. It was backed up further when Cici handed Nana a handkerchief. She had to look away to keep from snickering. She’d had that coming. Selene must have seen it though, with the quickness she’d looped her arm through Evie’s. ‘Well-- Well you-’ Nana sputtered. Had they not been in the middle of the temple tour, she’d have not hesitated at telling Nana to ‘Just be quiet.’. However, Evie wasn’t quite that crass.
As Selene managed to separate the two Leventis of the same birth year, she heard Imma’s question as she asked if she could join the two of them. Evie offered Imma a woeful smile, someone had to stay with Nana… lest they all had to walk with her and Evangelina had quite decided it wasn’t her day for that particular chore.
‘Come, you and I can stand back and imagine our own tours.’ That brought a dimpled smile to Evangelina’s lips and she shook her head. ‘I am not entirely sure that I want to imagine mine. But yours will be spectacular, it’ll be the talk of court.' She bumped Selene’s hip with her own softly as she said it. The thought of Nana matchmaking brought about a laugh and she shook her head. “I am afraid that is putting it too politely, Selene. Tact is not the only thing she is lacking with her matchmaking. Lord Emilios wouldn’t give me a second look… and especially not when I am standing next to you.” She teased, her dark eyes flickering to the man in question then back to Selene.
Selene must be right, he had to be stretching himself too thin with everything that had happened. He didn’t exactly radiate the same enthusiasm that Nana did about this entire ordeal. He must have wanted to be somewhere… anywhere but here. Honestly, Evangelina didn’t blame him one bit… the Gods would probably smite her down for that thought but it was true. Giving a roll of her eyes at Selene, she shook her head at her older cousin in a soft ‘no’. “He’s handsome to be sure, really, really, really handsome… but I’d never get a moment’s sleep from fretting about the way women would throw themselves at him.”
Leaning in a little closer, she glanced around making sure the person she was about to whisper about was in fact not lurking behind them. “Why, haven’t you heard? That is the exact reason, Uncle Fotios summoned me to court.” Pulling away from Selene a little, she rolled her eyes, “I mean it was inevitable, but I do wish my father had been more involved.” She sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. I mean… there is someone I am fond of but…” Her words drew off and she looked down at her feet. “I think he, maybe, just sees me as a friend. It has been a while since we’ve last seen each other. I’d like to think I am a bit more than just a girl now.”
She hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, Konstantinos knew and her parents knew but she’d not made a big deal out of her Athenian correspondence. Tilting her head a little, she slanted a look at Selene. “What about you? How was Colchis? Uncle Fotios spoke of how many eligible men were there. Did you break many hearts?”
The conversation quieted as the processions stopped. Noticing Imma doing a familiar sort of jig. She nudged Selene and raised her eyebrows as she nodded towards the dancing Imma. “I can’t hear Nana, what did she tell Imma?” Evie had tilted her head to whisper those words quietly to Selene.
‘Well, it’s true! I’m sure Lord Mikaelidas would like to have someone to stroll wi--’
Evangelina couldn’t shut Nana fast enough by trying to tell her there were strawberries in her teeth. Even if they weren’t, it’d hopefully distract her vain cousin from her train of thought. She wondered if this trip would have been so much simpler if they’d left Nana at home… by accident of course. It’d have been a terrible shame should she have missed the carriage.
‘Pardon?’ Evie simply pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows at her cousin. It was backed up further when Cici handed Nana a handkerchief. She had to look away to keep from snickering. She’d had that coming. Selene must have seen it though, with the quickness she’d looped her arm through Evie’s. ‘Well-- Well you-’ Nana sputtered. Had they not been in the middle of the temple tour, she’d have not hesitated at telling Nana to ‘Just be quiet.’. However, Evie wasn’t quite that crass.
As Selene managed to separate the two Leventis of the same birth year, she heard Imma’s question as she asked if she could join the two of them. Evie offered Imma a woeful smile, someone had to stay with Nana… lest they all had to walk with her and Evangelina had quite decided it wasn’t her day for that particular chore.
‘Come, you and I can stand back and imagine our own tours.’ That brought a dimpled smile to Evangelina’s lips and she shook her head. ‘I am not entirely sure that I want to imagine mine. But yours will be spectacular, it’ll be the talk of court.' She bumped Selene’s hip with her own softly as she said it. The thought of Nana matchmaking brought about a laugh and she shook her head. “I am afraid that is putting it too politely, Selene. Tact is not the only thing she is lacking with her matchmaking. Lord Emilios wouldn’t give me a second look… and especially not when I am standing next to you.” She teased, her dark eyes flickering to the man in question then back to Selene.
Selene must be right, he had to be stretching himself too thin with everything that had happened. He didn’t exactly radiate the same enthusiasm that Nana did about this entire ordeal. He must have wanted to be somewhere… anywhere but here. Honestly, Evangelina didn’t blame him one bit… the Gods would probably smite her down for that thought but it was true. Giving a roll of her eyes at Selene, she shook her head at her older cousin in a soft ‘no’. “He’s handsome to be sure, really, really, really handsome… but I’d never get a moment’s sleep from fretting about the way women would throw themselves at him.”
Leaning in a little closer, she glanced around making sure the person she was about to whisper about was in fact not lurking behind them. “Why, haven’t you heard? That is the exact reason, Uncle Fotios summoned me to court.” Pulling away from Selene a little, she rolled her eyes, “I mean it was inevitable, but I do wish my father had been more involved.” She sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. I mean… there is someone I am fond of but…” Her words drew off and she looked down at her feet. “I think he, maybe, just sees me as a friend. It has been a while since we’ve last seen each other. I’d like to think I am a bit more than just a girl now.”
She hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, Konstantinos knew and her parents knew but she’d not made a big deal out of her Athenian correspondence. Tilting her head a little, she slanted a look at Selene. “What about you? How was Colchis? Uncle Fotios spoke of how many eligible men were there. Did you break many hearts?”
The conversation quieted as the processions stopped. Noticing Imma doing a familiar sort of jig. She nudged Selene and raised her eyebrows as she nodded towards the dancing Imma. “I can’t hear Nana, what did she tell Imma?” Evie had tilted her head to whisper those words quietly to Selene.
Selene should have stood up for her sister-- it was expected by most that she would always side with her sisters. And usually, Selene did. But when Nana was particularly rude for no reason other than to be mean. And while her own response may have been just as callous, sometimes it was easiest to learn it the hard way. Perhaps if Nana understood how it hurt, she would stop doing the same thing to her relatives. It was a nasty trait that certainly wouldn’t impress a husband, who would want a wife who would be kind to others, even if she didn’t feel her words were honest. The ability to at least be kind face to face was something most men would demand of their wife. And Nana needed to figure it out.
The eldest felt bad for her littlest sister, but their own close age meant that they spent far more time together than the elder girls did. Selene felt even worse, because she hadn’t been able to spend time with Imma alone recently. Most of her time, since returning from Colchis, had been spent at home with her parents, or in the stables. And her time in the city had been at Olympia’s side. She mouthed ‘sorry’ to the girl, which was reinforced by Evie’s own words and her mother’s glare at the two youngest girls. Selene didn’t want to have to police the other two, in all honesty. It would be far nicer to talk with Evie, whose goals were far close to her own.
They both giggled at the idea of their tours, and Selene swattered her arm playfully. “Come now, It won’t be all that. And what if I end up marrying someone across the seas, with a different faith. Perhaps I won’t have a tour at all.” The blonde sighed, but she was still smiling, still content at the idea of a marriage. Regardless of the way Vangelis tugged at her heart, she had to be realistic. She would most likely end up far away, married to a king who wanted a wife. And he would be a distant memory of a kind person who had pushed her to be more than she was. Her eyes fell back on Emilios, who was playing the dutiful brother, assisting his own from his litter, handing the gifts as he needed to. “Emilios is a peacock, preening his feathers to make himself more than he is. But he would be lucky to end up with you, Evie dear. I don’t think it’s you, per say. I think he just has a thing for brunettes.” Her comfort was softly given, her smile bright.
When she mentioned of Emilios’ chance of unfaithfulness, Selene laughed again. “We can’t always stop them from looking. We just have to pray to the Gods that they are willing to stay faithful. But it wouldn’t be a fault of yours. Uncle Fotios has always believed that sex is just sex. And perhaps, once married, he’d be loyal. But Emilios is a kind enough man that, if he knew how you felt about it, he would respect your wishes. He is young. And he is sowing his oats. Most men practice so that they are experts by the time they take a wife.” Her cheeks flushed a bit, but she bumped her hip against hers again, covering her mouth to hide her laughter.
The news that Evie was brought to the city to arrange her own marriage just showed up focused on her own life she had been. Her eyes were bright, “Have you told Uncle about him? Perhaps this man feels the same way.” While their uncle always seemed to have loftier goals for his nieces than simple marriages, perhaps he would allow one or two a bit of flexibility. If no contract was in place, then she had a chance. “And it would mean less work for Uncle if you were able to bring him an option. Is he an option?” Selene wasn’t sure. She had long ago given up on the notion of being able to choose her husband, but that certainly didn’t mean that the rest of the fold didn’t deserve some sort of say.
Evie’s question about her time in Colchis tugged at her heart, the stoic and serious face of Vangelis appearing in her mind. Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, “There wasn’t much time for anything like that. Most of my time was spent with the Kotas family, although there were quite a few handsome men in court. I was able to meet a few, but I felt like my focus needed to be appreciating the hospitality of the King.” She didn’t mention that she had spent hours helping to keep Vang company as he healed. And she certainly didn’t mention that, how close to death he had been. Like her cousin, her correspondence with the crowned prince of Colchis was a secret she kept to herself. “Father has made it clear to Uncle that I am to wed a King. And that limits my options to some foreign national that will take me from home. Uncle hints at talks and conversations, but I haven’t heard more than that.” She tried not to worry about her own future, trusting in her reputation to bring a solid royal match and a crown of its own. Even if being a Royal didn’t seem the best, it was her destiny.
As they came to the last stop, her eyes fell back on the younger pair. Imma looked half panicked, and mouthed her need to relieve herself. Without missing a beat, she nodded and patted Evie’s hand. “She needs to use the bathhouse. I’ll take her. Can you take my place with Theo?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she stepped away, whispering Imma’s need to her mother before swooping in to gently tug the youngest to her side. “Come, sweetest, I think I saw one around the corner.” Selene led the way, knowing of a female house close by.
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Selene should have stood up for her sister-- it was expected by most that she would always side with her sisters. And usually, Selene did. But when Nana was particularly rude for no reason other than to be mean. And while her own response may have been just as callous, sometimes it was easiest to learn it the hard way. Perhaps if Nana understood how it hurt, she would stop doing the same thing to her relatives. It was a nasty trait that certainly wouldn’t impress a husband, who would want a wife who would be kind to others, even if she didn’t feel her words were honest. The ability to at least be kind face to face was something most men would demand of their wife. And Nana needed to figure it out.
The eldest felt bad for her littlest sister, but their own close age meant that they spent far more time together than the elder girls did. Selene felt even worse, because she hadn’t been able to spend time with Imma alone recently. Most of her time, since returning from Colchis, had been spent at home with her parents, or in the stables. And her time in the city had been at Olympia’s side. She mouthed ‘sorry’ to the girl, which was reinforced by Evie’s own words and her mother’s glare at the two youngest girls. Selene didn’t want to have to police the other two, in all honesty. It would be far nicer to talk with Evie, whose goals were far close to her own.
They both giggled at the idea of their tours, and Selene swattered her arm playfully. “Come now, It won’t be all that. And what if I end up marrying someone across the seas, with a different faith. Perhaps I won’t have a tour at all.” The blonde sighed, but she was still smiling, still content at the idea of a marriage. Regardless of the way Vangelis tugged at her heart, she had to be realistic. She would most likely end up far away, married to a king who wanted a wife. And he would be a distant memory of a kind person who had pushed her to be more than she was. Her eyes fell back on Emilios, who was playing the dutiful brother, assisting his own from his litter, handing the gifts as he needed to. “Emilios is a peacock, preening his feathers to make himself more than he is. But he would be lucky to end up with you, Evie dear. I don’t think it’s you, per say. I think he just has a thing for brunettes.” Her comfort was softly given, her smile bright.
When she mentioned of Emilios’ chance of unfaithfulness, Selene laughed again. “We can’t always stop them from looking. We just have to pray to the Gods that they are willing to stay faithful. But it wouldn’t be a fault of yours. Uncle Fotios has always believed that sex is just sex. And perhaps, once married, he’d be loyal. But Emilios is a kind enough man that, if he knew how you felt about it, he would respect your wishes. He is young. And he is sowing his oats. Most men practice so that they are experts by the time they take a wife.” Her cheeks flushed a bit, but she bumped her hip against hers again, covering her mouth to hide her laughter.
The news that Evie was brought to the city to arrange her own marriage just showed up focused on her own life she had been. Her eyes were bright, “Have you told Uncle about him? Perhaps this man feels the same way.” While their uncle always seemed to have loftier goals for his nieces than simple marriages, perhaps he would allow one or two a bit of flexibility. If no contract was in place, then she had a chance. “And it would mean less work for Uncle if you were able to bring him an option. Is he an option?” Selene wasn’t sure. She had long ago given up on the notion of being able to choose her husband, but that certainly didn’t mean that the rest of the fold didn’t deserve some sort of say.
Evie’s question about her time in Colchis tugged at her heart, the stoic and serious face of Vangelis appearing in her mind. Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, “There wasn’t much time for anything like that. Most of my time was spent with the Kotas family, although there were quite a few handsome men in court. I was able to meet a few, but I felt like my focus needed to be appreciating the hospitality of the King.” She didn’t mention that she had spent hours helping to keep Vang company as he healed. And she certainly didn’t mention that, how close to death he had been. Like her cousin, her correspondence with the crowned prince of Colchis was a secret she kept to herself. “Father has made it clear to Uncle that I am to wed a King. And that limits my options to some foreign national that will take me from home. Uncle hints at talks and conversations, but I haven’t heard more than that.” She tried not to worry about her own future, trusting in her reputation to bring a solid royal match and a crown of its own. Even if being a Royal didn’t seem the best, it was her destiny.
As they came to the last stop, her eyes fell back on the younger pair. Imma looked half panicked, and mouthed her need to relieve herself. Without missing a beat, she nodded and patted Evie’s hand. “She needs to use the bathhouse. I’ll take her. Can you take my place with Theo?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she stepped away, whispering Imma’s need to her mother before swooping in to gently tug the youngest to her side. “Come, sweetest, I think I saw one around the corner.” Selene led the way, knowing of a female house close by.
Selene should have stood up for her sister-- it was expected by most that she would always side with her sisters. And usually, Selene did. But when Nana was particularly rude for no reason other than to be mean. And while her own response may have been just as callous, sometimes it was easiest to learn it the hard way. Perhaps if Nana understood how it hurt, she would stop doing the same thing to her relatives. It was a nasty trait that certainly wouldn’t impress a husband, who would want a wife who would be kind to others, even if she didn’t feel her words were honest. The ability to at least be kind face to face was something most men would demand of their wife. And Nana needed to figure it out.
The eldest felt bad for her littlest sister, but their own close age meant that they spent far more time together than the elder girls did. Selene felt even worse, because she hadn’t been able to spend time with Imma alone recently. Most of her time, since returning from Colchis, had been spent at home with her parents, or in the stables. And her time in the city had been at Olympia’s side. She mouthed ‘sorry’ to the girl, which was reinforced by Evie’s own words and her mother’s glare at the two youngest girls. Selene didn’t want to have to police the other two, in all honesty. It would be far nicer to talk with Evie, whose goals were far close to her own.
They both giggled at the idea of their tours, and Selene swattered her arm playfully. “Come now, It won’t be all that. And what if I end up marrying someone across the seas, with a different faith. Perhaps I won’t have a tour at all.” The blonde sighed, but she was still smiling, still content at the idea of a marriage. Regardless of the way Vangelis tugged at her heart, she had to be realistic. She would most likely end up far away, married to a king who wanted a wife. And he would be a distant memory of a kind person who had pushed her to be more than she was. Her eyes fell back on Emilios, who was playing the dutiful brother, assisting his own from his litter, handing the gifts as he needed to. “Emilios is a peacock, preening his feathers to make himself more than he is. But he would be lucky to end up with you, Evie dear. I don’t think it’s you, per say. I think he just has a thing for brunettes.” Her comfort was softly given, her smile bright.
When she mentioned of Emilios’ chance of unfaithfulness, Selene laughed again. “We can’t always stop them from looking. We just have to pray to the Gods that they are willing to stay faithful. But it wouldn’t be a fault of yours. Uncle Fotios has always believed that sex is just sex. And perhaps, once married, he’d be loyal. But Emilios is a kind enough man that, if he knew how you felt about it, he would respect your wishes. He is young. And he is sowing his oats. Most men practice so that they are experts by the time they take a wife.” Her cheeks flushed a bit, but she bumped her hip against hers again, covering her mouth to hide her laughter.
The news that Evie was brought to the city to arrange her own marriage just showed up focused on her own life she had been. Her eyes were bright, “Have you told Uncle about him? Perhaps this man feels the same way.” While their uncle always seemed to have loftier goals for his nieces than simple marriages, perhaps he would allow one or two a bit of flexibility. If no contract was in place, then she had a chance. “And it would mean less work for Uncle if you were able to bring him an option. Is he an option?” Selene wasn’t sure. She had long ago given up on the notion of being able to choose her husband, but that certainly didn’t mean that the rest of the fold didn’t deserve some sort of say.
Evie’s question about her time in Colchis tugged at her heart, the stoic and serious face of Vangelis appearing in her mind. Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, “There wasn’t much time for anything like that. Most of my time was spent with the Kotas family, although there were quite a few handsome men in court. I was able to meet a few, but I felt like my focus needed to be appreciating the hospitality of the King.” She didn’t mention that she had spent hours helping to keep Vang company as he healed. And she certainly didn’t mention that, how close to death he had been. Like her cousin, her correspondence with the crowned prince of Colchis was a secret she kept to herself. “Father has made it clear to Uncle that I am to wed a King. And that limits my options to some foreign national that will take me from home. Uncle hints at talks and conversations, but I haven’t heard more than that.” She tried not to worry about her own future, trusting in her reputation to bring a solid royal match and a crown of its own. Even if being a Royal didn’t seem the best, it was her destiny.
As they came to the last stop, her eyes fell back on the younger pair. Imma looked half panicked, and mouthed her need to relieve herself. Without missing a beat, she nodded and patted Evie’s hand. “She needs to use the bathhouse. I’ll take her. Can you take my place with Theo?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she stepped away, whispering Imma’s need to her mother before swooping in to gently tug the youngest to her side. “Come, sweetest, I think I saw one around the corner.” Selene led the way, knowing of a female house close by.
Achilleas had no desire to have Ares’ nephew meddle in their marriage, so while he wasn’t a devotee of the God of War, he hadn’t argued when it was suggested that he and Theo pay homage at Ares’ temple.
Achilleas walked with Theo out of Ares’ temple, back down the marble steps to where their two litter’s waited. When they parted ways, each to climb into their own litter, he let out a faint sigh, barely managing to keep his lip from curling in distaste as he settled himself within his.
Why did father insist on me riding in a litter? He wondered, as the slaves started forward heading towards their next destination. He’s on horseback after all. The young man thought a trifle sourly, envious of the fact that his father was on horseback rather than being stuck in an airless swaying box.
When this is over, I’m going for a ride, ceremony be damned. He thought, feeling a bit better for having made the decision. Catching a glimpse of Theo in the other litter, looking as radiant as ever, but there was something… “I should take her with me.” He muttered to himself, remembering that she loved horses too.
Taking the other servant’s armload of flowers, Achilleas moved forward, though he stayed a few feet away from Theodora, since she was the one considered blessed by Aphrodite not he. Looking up at the statue of the goddess, joy in his heart for the hand of the woman on her knees before the altar.
He laid the flowers softly on the altar and went to his own knees, head bowed as he offered his gratitude to Aphrodite. Many considered Selene to be even more lovely than Theo, but the elder sister didn’t make his heart leap like Theo did.
Achilleas was praying for a long happy marriage to Theo, sure that she was doing the same, rather than in despair since she and Emilios were in love with each other. And worse, that her uncle knew it, and his solution was that Emilios continue the affair under his very nose.
Upon exiting their last stop on the parade Achilleas and Theo from temple to temple, their duty to the people and their families done, Achilleas took a moment to check his saddle’s fit on Tsorin’s back, then swung up, spine straight as he used his knees to direct the big animal towards where Theo stood, her face slightly closed off.
Achilleas’ smile turned wicked, and he whisked her up behind him. “We’ll be back later.” He called, sending the horse into a cantor the second her arms were secure around his waist.
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Achilleas had no desire to have Ares’ nephew meddle in their marriage, so while he wasn’t a devotee of the God of War, he hadn’t argued when it was suggested that he and Theo pay homage at Ares’ temple.
Achilleas walked with Theo out of Ares’ temple, back down the marble steps to where their two litter’s waited. When they parted ways, each to climb into their own litter, he let out a faint sigh, barely managing to keep his lip from curling in distaste as he settled himself within his.
Why did father insist on me riding in a litter? He wondered, as the slaves started forward heading towards their next destination. He’s on horseback after all. The young man thought a trifle sourly, envious of the fact that his father was on horseback rather than being stuck in an airless swaying box.
When this is over, I’m going for a ride, ceremony be damned. He thought, feeling a bit better for having made the decision. Catching a glimpse of Theo in the other litter, looking as radiant as ever, but there was something… “I should take her with me.” He muttered to himself, remembering that she loved horses too.
Taking the other servant’s armload of flowers, Achilleas moved forward, though he stayed a few feet away from Theodora, since she was the one considered blessed by Aphrodite not he. Looking up at the statue of the goddess, joy in his heart for the hand of the woman on her knees before the altar.
He laid the flowers softly on the altar and went to his own knees, head bowed as he offered his gratitude to Aphrodite. Many considered Selene to be even more lovely than Theo, but the elder sister didn’t make his heart leap like Theo did.
Achilleas was praying for a long happy marriage to Theo, sure that she was doing the same, rather than in despair since she and Emilios were in love with each other. And worse, that her uncle knew it, and his solution was that Emilios continue the affair under his very nose.
Upon exiting their last stop on the parade Achilleas and Theo from temple to temple, their duty to the people and their families done, Achilleas took a moment to check his saddle’s fit on Tsorin’s back, then swung up, spine straight as he used his knees to direct the big animal towards where Theo stood, her face slightly closed off.
Achilleas’ smile turned wicked, and he whisked her up behind him. “We’ll be back later.” He called, sending the horse into a cantor the second her arms were secure around his waist.
Achilleas had no desire to have Ares’ nephew meddle in their marriage, so while he wasn’t a devotee of the God of War, he hadn’t argued when it was suggested that he and Theo pay homage at Ares’ temple.
Achilleas walked with Theo out of Ares’ temple, back down the marble steps to where their two litter’s waited. When they parted ways, each to climb into their own litter, he let out a faint sigh, barely managing to keep his lip from curling in distaste as he settled himself within his.
Why did father insist on me riding in a litter? He wondered, as the slaves started forward heading towards their next destination. He’s on horseback after all. The young man thought a trifle sourly, envious of the fact that his father was on horseback rather than being stuck in an airless swaying box.
When this is over, I’m going for a ride, ceremony be damned. He thought, feeling a bit better for having made the decision. Catching a glimpse of Theo in the other litter, looking as radiant as ever, but there was something… “I should take her with me.” He muttered to himself, remembering that she loved horses too.
Taking the other servant’s armload of flowers, Achilleas moved forward, though he stayed a few feet away from Theodora, since she was the one considered blessed by Aphrodite not he. Looking up at the statue of the goddess, joy in his heart for the hand of the woman on her knees before the altar.
He laid the flowers softly on the altar and went to his own knees, head bowed as he offered his gratitude to Aphrodite. Many considered Selene to be even more lovely than Theo, but the elder sister didn’t make his heart leap like Theo did.
Achilleas was praying for a long happy marriage to Theo, sure that she was doing the same, rather than in despair since she and Emilios were in love with each other. And worse, that her uncle knew it, and his solution was that Emilios continue the affair under his very nose.
Upon exiting their last stop on the parade Achilleas and Theo from temple to temple, their duty to the people and their families done, Achilleas took a moment to check his saddle’s fit on Tsorin’s back, then swung up, spine straight as he used his knees to direct the big animal towards where Theo stood, her face slightly closed off.
Achilleas’ smile turned wicked, and he whisked her up behind him. “We’ll be back later.” He called, sending the horse into a cantor the second her arms were secure around his waist.
As Achilleas dropped down beside her to pray to Aphrodite, Theo drew in a shaky breath and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Even in prayer, he was intense; the hard lines of his face giving nothing away. While he looked so very much like his brother, the smile lines that creased Emilios face weren’t present in Achilleas. The effect was unsettling. Sure she’d noticed the smile lines before, but she’d never considered them so necessary a feature to a man.
Finally, they stood and thanked the priests for their time and continued on to more temples. One after the other until the sun moved lower in the sky; Apollo himself allowing for their time in worship to come to an inevitable close. And while she was exhausted, she couldn’t imagine how her sisters and family felt trailing behind them. After the cheers and stares of the populace became background noise, the parade was nothing more than a very public display of excessive wealth.
Their final stop had been to the Goddess of wisdom herself, Athena who Theo prayed just as fervently to as Aphrodite after laying out her sacrifice on the altar. They exited the temple to cheers from the crowd and her family who all seemed rather ready for it all to be over. From here they would return to the estate for dinner and an intimate social gathering between the two families to celebrate the Gods blessing upon their union. Theo desperately wanted a glass of wine and a cold bath. She stared at Emilios from the bottom step of the temple; remembering the night of the coronation. Of the hopelessness she felt after leaving him. How she longed to go to him now. To take his hand in hers and press it between both of her palms. To brush her lips across his knuckles. His fingers were hard; calloused from years spent training with a bow.
Her attention was diverted to her sisters and she stepped down to join them; happy to be in familiar arms after spending such a tense and awkward day with her fiance. But Achilleas moved his large horse forward to block her view of them and she stepped back so she could look up at the soldier. They were expected to take the litters back but here Achilleas stood with his hand held out to her atop the beast.
She looked from that hand up into his bright eyes and for the first time since they were children he looked almost boyish; defying tradition and what had been established for them by his father and her uncle. Theo sucked in a breath as her heart skipped a beat and with only a cursory glance in Fotios’s direction, she clasped Achilleas arm and allowed him to pull her up behind him. There was nothing more she wanted at that moment than to escape this ridiculous display and this was the fastest way to do it. Oh, she knew she’d have to deal with the fall out that would come… between her mother and Fotios.. And even Emilios. But she couldn’t be bothered. This had been one of the worst days of her life and she had no greater desire than to escape it...even if it was with the man who was partially responsible for her misery.
She tugged off her veil and slipped closer to Achilleas; her arm wrapping around his waist so she wouldn’t lose her seat when he kicked the horse into motion. He wasted no time in setting off; weaving through their family as he made a weak promise of returning her. Theo tried to bury her grin into the back of his shoulder, but as she glanced back at her mothers stern expression, she couldn’t help but laugh. She knew there would be hell to pay later. But for now? She couldn’t give a damn. “Hurry before they decide to follow!” She wrapped her arms tighter around his waist; encouraging him to urge the horse on. The beasts shoed feet echoed noisily against the surrounding buildings as they sped over stone streets. But she didn’t care where he took her.. As long as it was away from her responsibilities.
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As Achilleas dropped down beside her to pray to Aphrodite, Theo drew in a shaky breath and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Even in prayer, he was intense; the hard lines of his face giving nothing away. While he looked so very much like his brother, the smile lines that creased Emilios face weren’t present in Achilleas. The effect was unsettling. Sure she’d noticed the smile lines before, but she’d never considered them so necessary a feature to a man.
Finally, they stood and thanked the priests for their time and continued on to more temples. One after the other until the sun moved lower in the sky; Apollo himself allowing for their time in worship to come to an inevitable close. And while she was exhausted, she couldn’t imagine how her sisters and family felt trailing behind them. After the cheers and stares of the populace became background noise, the parade was nothing more than a very public display of excessive wealth.
Their final stop had been to the Goddess of wisdom herself, Athena who Theo prayed just as fervently to as Aphrodite after laying out her sacrifice on the altar. They exited the temple to cheers from the crowd and her family who all seemed rather ready for it all to be over. From here they would return to the estate for dinner and an intimate social gathering between the two families to celebrate the Gods blessing upon their union. Theo desperately wanted a glass of wine and a cold bath. She stared at Emilios from the bottom step of the temple; remembering the night of the coronation. Of the hopelessness she felt after leaving him. How she longed to go to him now. To take his hand in hers and press it between both of her palms. To brush her lips across his knuckles. His fingers were hard; calloused from years spent training with a bow.
Her attention was diverted to her sisters and she stepped down to join them; happy to be in familiar arms after spending such a tense and awkward day with her fiance. But Achilleas moved his large horse forward to block her view of them and she stepped back so she could look up at the soldier. They were expected to take the litters back but here Achilleas stood with his hand held out to her atop the beast.
She looked from that hand up into his bright eyes and for the first time since they were children he looked almost boyish; defying tradition and what had been established for them by his father and her uncle. Theo sucked in a breath as her heart skipped a beat and with only a cursory glance in Fotios’s direction, she clasped Achilleas arm and allowed him to pull her up behind him. There was nothing more she wanted at that moment than to escape this ridiculous display and this was the fastest way to do it. Oh, she knew she’d have to deal with the fall out that would come… between her mother and Fotios.. And even Emilios. But she couldn’t be bothered. This had been one of the worst days of her life and she had no greater desire than to escape it...even if it was with the man who was partially responsible for her misery.
She tugged off her veil and slipped closer to Achilleas; her arm wrapping around his waist so she wouldn’t lose her seat when he kicked the horse into motion. He wasted no time in setting off; weaving through their family as he made a weak promise of returning her. Theo tried to bury her grin into the back of his shoulder, but as she glanced back at her mothers stern expression, she couldn’t help but laugh. She knew there would be hell to pay later. But for now? She couldn’t give a damn. “Hurry before they decide to follow!” She wrapped her arms tighter around his waist; encouraging him to urge the horse on. The beasts shoed feet echoed noisily against the surrounding buildings as they sped over stone streets. But she didn’t care where he took her.. As long as it was away from her responsibilities.
As Achilleas dropped down beside her to pray to Aphrodite, Theo drew in a shaky breath and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Even in prayer, he was intense; the hard lines of his face giving nothing away. While he looked so very much like his brother, the smile lines that creased Emilios face weren’t present in Achilleas. The effect was unsettling. Sure she’d noticed the smile lines before, but she’d never considered them so necessary a feature to a man.
Finally, they stood and thanked the priests for their time and continued on to more temples. One after the other until the sun moved lower in the sky; Apollo himself allowing for their time in worship to come to an inevitable close. And while she was exhausted, she couldn’t imagine how her sisters and family felt trailing behind them. After the cheers and stares of the populace became background noise, the parade was nothing more than a very public display of excessive wealth.
Their final stop had been to the Goddess of wisdom herself, Athena who Theo prayed just as fervently to as Aphrodite after laying out her sacrifice on the altar. They exited the temple to cheers from the crowd and her family who all seemed rather ready for it all to be over. From here they would return to the estate for dinner and an intimate social gathering between the two families to celebrate the Gods blessing upon their union. Theo desperately wanted a glass of wine and a cold bath. She stared at Emilios from the bottom step of the temple; remembering the night of the coronation. Of the hopelessness she felt after leaving him. How she longed to go to him now. To take his hand in hers and press it between both of her palms. To brush her lips across his knuckles. His fingers were hard; calloused from years spent training with a bow.
Her attention was diverted to her sisters and she stepped down to join them; happy to be in familiar arms after spending such a tense and awkward day with her fiance. But Achilleas moved his large horse forward to block her view of them and she stepped back so she could look up at the soldier. They were expected to take the litters back but here Achilleas stood with his hand held out to her atop the beast.
She looked from that hand up into his bright eyes and for the first time since they were children he looked almost boyish; defying tradition and what had been established for them by his father and her uncle. Theo sucked in a breath as her heart skipped a beat and with only a cursory glance in Fotios’s direction, she clasped Achilleas arm and allowed him to pull her up behind him. There was nothing more she wanted at that moment than to escape this ridiculous display and this was the fastest way to do it. Oh, she knew she’d have to deal with the fall out that would come… between her mother and Fotios.. And even Emilios. But she couldn’t be bothered. This had been one of the worst days of her life and she had no greater desire than to escape it...even if it was with the man who was partially responsible for her misery.
She tugged off her veil and slipped closer to Achilleas; her arm wrapping around his waist so she wouldn’t lose her seat when he kicked the horse into motion. He wasted no time in setting off; weaving through their family as he made a weak promise of returning her. Theo tried to bury her grin into the back of his shoulder, but as she glanced back at her mothers stern expression, she couldn’t help but laugh. She knew there would be hell to pay later. But for now? She couldn’t give a damn. “Hurry before they decide to follow!” She wrapped her arms tighter around his waist; encouraging him to urge the horse on. The beasts shoed feet echoed noisily against the surrounding buildings as they sped over stone streets. But she didn’t care where he took her.. As long as it was away from her responsibilities.
Evangelina hadn’t thought much about her actual wedding and tours even with Pia newly married and Theo about to be, she couldn’t picture it. Maybe once when she was thirteen or so, but she hadn’t really thought it through on what marriage would mean and the playing ‘wedding’ was fine at that age, but it was ruined a bit when you glanced over at your future groom and it’d been Nana there standing in for your future husband. She blinked as Selene’s sigh brought her back to the present.
“Mmm… I can think of much more interesting things to dream of than tours and weddings.” Her eyes crinkled a little, as her head dropped to hide the sneaky little smile on her lips. “I think I am much more curious about the man and less about the ceremonies. I know the ceremonies are important but I’d be so pleased if I had even a tenth of the happiness of my parents.” Evie admitted sheepishly. “What must it be like to look at someone from across the room, to share a smile, and know what the other person is thinking? Whether it’s love or not, it is a partnership… that’s all I hope for is that my engagements will lead me to someone of a similar mind.”
Her gaze followed Selene’s back to Emilios and she sighed a little at her cousin’s words. She doubted that Emilios would feel that way. The corner of her lips lifted a bit sardonically on one side, “Hmmm? Brunettes?” Shifting a glance at Selene before darting a look back at the brother to the future groom. There was but one brunette among them. “That would be quite unfortuitous if he did…” Evangelina’s dark eyes studied him for a long moment, the better question was did brunettes favor him?
“I don’t even wish to know how you know what Uncle Fotios thinks about sex.” Evie interrupted, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “That sounds like a conversation… I think I’ll pass on with him.” She shook her head and tried to shake off that though. “Eww.” She shivered and shook her head. “My mother’s lady, Agnes, says that men only stray when they are unsatisfied with their wives...that it’s the wife’s job to ensure faithfulness…” She quieted and glanced at the ground, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “I feel like there is just so much that I don’t know about men.” She sighed, her dark doe eyes slanting sideways again with an impish glint. “Look at you blush…” She teased, before bumping Selene back with her own hip. The pinkened cheeks of her cousin made her look younger, less like the mother hen she often got stuck playing among the cousins. It was a pleasing look, she wished, Selene didn’t have to play that role as often…
At the mention of her crush, she gave a long sigh. “No. And I am not sure that Uncle would be entirely pleased with the idea.” Her mind wandered to that day a few weeks ago and the way Fotios had planted thoughts in her father’s brain about how displeasing it would be if she married someone without royal blood. Biting the inside of her cheek, she threw a glance towards the man and frowned before shifting her gaze back to Selene. Leaning in a little conspiratorially she whispered, “I don’t think you are the only one they are hoping to find a husband across the seas.” Except, I think it’s for entirely different reasons…
“The Kotas family.” The words came out coyly, her gaze dragging to Selene as one of her eyebrows raised curiously. “Unless I am mistaken, they have several sons do they not?” Her lips took on a puckish expression but she didn’t prod there. She didn’t doubt that Selene would tell her about how many Kotas’ hearts she broke when Selene was ready. Drawing her cheeky gaze away, she just smiled and nodded. It didn’t surprise her really that her Uncle Georgios was holding out for a King for the most beautiful woman in the realm. Selene was perhaps the most powerful game piece on the Leventi board. The sort of beauty to tear a kingdom down or start wars for.
Evie was bored by time they arrived to the last temple. Couldn’t the Gods think of a more interesting way to have homage paid to them? These routines seemed almost insulting to the immortals, in Evie’s opinions at least. When she’d noticed Imma they were thankfully on the last temple and Evie wasn’t even sure which of the Gods it was anymore… Selene offered to take Imma to relieve herself and asked Evie to step in. Evie nodded and stepped over to where Selene had been standing prepared to help Theo as needed. Theo laid out her offerings to Athena and Evie followed out behind her along with the rest of the temple party.
The Leventi girls were gathering outside of the temple, but Theo never quite reached them as she was intercepted by Achilleas and was pulled up behind him. Evie had to fight off a small smile. Good, someone needed to get Theo out of here… away from everyone for at least a little while. After they were gone, she moved over to the other girls and smiled. “I definitely would not say no to being swept away from here by a handsome man on horseback either… “ She sighed, laughter and good humor hiding in her voice, “At last, I think I shall be walking back... Anyone care to join me?”
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Evangelina hadn’t thought much about her actual wedding and tours even with Pia newly married and Theo about to be, she couldn’t picture it. Maybe once when she was thirteen or so, but she hadn’t really thought it through on what marriage would mean and the playing ‘wedding’ was fine at that age, but it was ruined a bit when you glanced over at your future groom and it’d been Nana there standing in for your future husband. She blinked as Selene’s sigh brought her back to the present.
“Mmm… I can think of much more interesting things to dream of than tours and weddings.” Her eyes crinkled a little, as her head dropped to hide the sneaky little smile on her lips. “I think I am much more curious about the man and less about the ceremonies. I know the ceremonies are important but I’d be so pleased if I had even a tenth of the happiness of my parents.” Evie admitted sheepishly. “What must it be like to look at someone from across the room, to share a smile, and know what the other person is thinking? Whether it’s love or not, it is a partnership… that’s all I hope for is that my engagements will lead me to someone of a similar mind.”
Her gaze followed Selene’s back to Emilios and she sighed a little at her cousin’s words. She doubted that Emilios would feel that way. The corner of her lips lifted a bit sardonically on one side, “Hmmm? Brunettes?” Shifting a glance at Selene before darting a look back at the brother to the future groom. There was but one brunette among them. “That would be quite unfortuitous if he did…” Evangelina’s dark eyes studied him for a long moment, the better question was did brunettes favor him?
“I don’t even wish to know how you know what Uncle Fotios thinks about sex.” Evie interrupted, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “That sounds like a conversation… I think I’ll pass on with him.” She shook her head and tried to shake off that though. “Eww.” She shivered and shook her head. “My mother’s lady, Agnes, says that men only stray when they are unsatisfied with their wives...that it’s the wife’s job to ensure faithfulness…” She quieted and glanced at the ground, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “I feel like there is just so much that I don’t know about men.” She sighed, her dark doe eyes slanting sideways again with an impish glint. “Look at you blush…” She teased, before bumping Selene back with her own hip. The pinkened cheeks of her cousin made her look younger, less like the mother hen she often got stuck playing among the cousins. It was a pleasing look, she wished, Selene didn’t have to play that role as often…
At the mention of her crush, she gave a long sigh. “No. And I am not sure that Uncle would be entirely pleased with the idea.” Her mind wandered to that day a few weeks ago and the way Fotios had planted thoughts in her father’s brain about how displeasing it would be if she married someone without royal blood. Biting the inside of her cheek, she threw a glance towards the man and frowned before shifting her gaze back to Selene. Leaning in a little conspiratorially she whispered, “I don’t think you are the only one they are hoping to find a husband across the seas.” Except, I think it’s for entirely different reasons…
“The Kotas family.” The words came out coyly, her gaze dragging to Selene as one of her eyebrows raised curiously. “Unless I am mistaken, they have several sons do they not?” Her lips took on a puckish expression but she didn’t prod there. She didn’t doubt that Selene would tell her about how many Kotas’ hearts she broke when Selene was ready. Drawing her cheeky gaze away, she just smiled and nodded. It didn’t surprise her really that her Uncle Georgios was holding out for a King for the most beautiful woman in the realm. Selene was perhaps the most powerful game piece on the Leventi board. The sort of beauty to tear a kingdom down or start wars for.
Evie was bored by time they arrived to the last temple. Couldn’t the Gods think of a more interesting way to have homage paid to them? These routines seemed almost insulting to the immortals, in Evie’s opinions at least. When she’d noticed Imma they were thankfully on the last temple and Evie wasn’t even sure which of the Gods it was anymore… Selene offered to take Imma to relieve herself and asked Evie to step in. Evie nodded and stepped over to where Selene had been standing prepared to help Theo as needed. Theo laid out her offerings to Athena and Evie followed out behind her along with the rest of the temple party.
The Leventi girls were gathering outside of the temple, but Theo never quite reached them as she was intercepted by Achilleas and was pulled up behind him. Evie had to fight off a small smile. Good, someone needed to get Theo out of here… away from everyone for at least a little while. After they were gone, she moved over to the other girls and smiled. “I definitely would not say no to being swept away from here by a handsome man on horseback either… “ She sighed, laughter and good humor hiding in her voice, “At last, I think I shall be walking back... Anyone care to join me?”
Evangelina hadn’t thought much about her actual wedding and tours even with Pia newly married and Theo about to be, she couldn’t picture it. Maybe once when she was thirteen or so, but she hadn’t really thought it through on what marriage would mean and the playing ‘wedding’ was fine at that age, but it was ruined a bit when you glanced over at your future groom and it’d been Nana there standing in for your future husband. She blinked as Selene’s sigh brought her back to the present.
“Mmm… I can think of much more interesting things to dream of than tours and weddings.” Her eyes crinkled a little, as her head dropped to hide the sneaky little smile on her lips. “I think I am much more curious about the man and less about the ceremonies. I know the ceremonies are important but I’d be so pleased if I had even a tenth of the happiness of my parents.” Evie admitted sheepishly. “What must it be like to look at someone from across the room, to share a smile, and know what the other person is thinking? Whether it’s love or not, it is a partnership… that’s all I hope for is that my engagements will lead me to someone of a similar mind.”
Her gaze followed Selene’s back to Emilios and she sighed a little at her cousin’s words. She doubted that Emilios would feel that way. The corner of her lips lifted a bit sardonically on one side, “Hmmm? Brunettes?” Shifting a glance at Selene before darting a look back at the brother to the future groom. There was but one brunette among them. “That would be quite unfortuitous if he did…” Evangelina’s dark eyes studied him for a long moment, the better question was did brunettes favor him?
“I don’t even wish to know how you know what Uncle Fotios thinks about sex.” Evie interrupted, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “That sounds like a conversation… I think I’ll pass on with him.” She shook her head and tried to shake off that though. “Eww.” She shivered and shook her head. “My mother’s lady, Agnes, says that men only stray when they are unsatisfied with their wives...that it’s the wife’s job to ensure faithfulness…” She quieted and glanced at the ground, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “I feel like there is just so much that I don’t know about men.” She sighed, her dark doe eyes slanting sideways again with an impish glint. “Look at you blush…” She teased, before bumping Selene back with her own hip. The pinkened cheeks of her cousin made her look younger, less like the mother hen she often got stuck playing among the cousins. It was a pleasing look, she wished, Selene didn’t have to play that role as often…
At the mention of her crush, she gave a long sigh. “No. And I am not sure that Uncle would be entirely pleased with the idea.” Her mind wandered to that day a few weeks ago and the way Fotios had planted thoughts in her father’s brain about how displeasing it would be if she married someone without royal blood. Biting the inside of her cheek, she threw a glance towards the man and frowned before shifting her gaze back to Selene. Leaning in a little conspiratorially she whispered, “I don’t think you are the only one they are hoping to find a husband across the seas.” Except, I think it’s for entirely different reasons…
“The Kotas family.” The words came out coyly, her gaze dragging to Selene as one of her eyebrows raised curiously. “Unless I am mistaken, they have several sons do they not?” Her lips took on a puckish expression but she didn’t prod there. She didn’t doubt that Selene would tell her about how many Kotas’ hearts she broke when Selene was ready. Drawing her cheeky gaze away, she just smiled and nodded. It didn’t surprise her really that her Uncle Georgios was holding out for a King for the most beautiful woman in the realm. Selene was perhaps the most powerful game piece on the Leventi board. The sort of beauty to tear a kingdom down or start wars for.
Evie was bored by time they arrived to the last temple. Couldn’t the Gods think of a more interesting way to have homage paid to them? These routines seemed almost insulting to the immortals, in Evie’s opinions at least. When she’d noticed Imma they were thankfully on the last temple and Evie wasn’t even sure which of the Gods it was anymore… Selene offered to take Imma to relieve herself and asked Evie to step in. Evie nodded and stepped over to where Selene had been standing prepared to help Theo as needed. Theo laid out her offerings to Athena and Evie followed out behind her along with the rest of the temple party.
The Leventi girls were gathering outside of the temple, but Theo never quite reached them as she was intercepted by Achilleas and was pulled up behind him. Evie had to fight off a small smile. Good, someone needed to get Theo out of here… away from everyone for at least a little while. After they were gone, she moved over to the other girls and smiled. “I definitely would not say no to being swept away from here by a handsome man on horseback either… “ She sighed, laughter and good humor hiding in her voice, “At last, I think I shall be walking back... Anyone care to join me?”
Fotios spotted what the young Mikaelidas lord was doing as soon as he turned his inspecting eyes and roving hands towards his steed. Achilleas was not the kind of man to step out on the girl he'd been in love with for years during their wedding tour, but he was a confident enough man that he might rescue her from it.
As if to prove his thoughts, Achilleas had Theodora up on the back of his horse within a moment and the two of them had scarpered from an event they were supposed to be the centre of.
With a rueful shake of his head and an expression that showed little surprise, Fotios stepped over to Irakles whom he could see boiling beneath the surface and slapped a hand onto one of his wide shoulders.
"Fear not, Irakles." He told the man. "The gifts have all been given, the Gods paid tribute..." He rolled his eyes at his friend. "Allow the children their moment of borrowed freedom."
And with another pat on the shoulder, he then made his way towards the cluster of young girls and Emilios over to one side who was watching the retreating horse with sharp eyes.
"My Lord Emilios..." Fotios spoke in order to snap his attention back to the subjects at hand. "Perhaps you will help me to escort my lovely nieces back to the Leventi estate...?" He commented, but the query was hardly a question; more a politely framed instruction...
While he had plans for Emilios and his niece - plans that the Lord Emilios was fully aware of, it was essential to those plans that Theodora wed Achilleas without issue. There was too much riding on the connection between Mikaelidas and Leventi for the union to fall through. As such, he needed Emilios' attention away from Theodora's rear end long enough for marital bliss to fall upon Theodora and the other Mikaelidas boy. After that, Emilios could continue with whatever puppy dog behaviour he so wished in the name of young love.
"I think we can safely say that the ceremonies for today have been concluded..."
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Fotios spotted what the young Mikaelidas lord was doing as soon as he turned his inspecting eyes and roving hands towards his steed. Achilleas was not the kind of man to step out on the girl he'd been in love with for years during their wedding tour, but he was a confident enough man that he might rescue her from it.
As if to prove his thoughts, Achilleas had Theodora up on the back of his horse within a moment and the two of them had scarpered from an event they were supposed to be the centre of.
With a rueful shake of his head and an expression that showed little surprise, Fotios stepped over to Irakles whom he could see boiling beneath the surface and slapped a hand onto one of his wide shoulders.
"Fear not, Irakles." He told the man. "The gifts have all been given, the Gods paid tribute..." He rolled his eyes at his friend. "Allow the children their moment of borrowed freedom."
And with another pat on the shoulder, he then made his way towards the cluster of young girls and Emilios over to one side who was watching the retreating horse with sharp eyes.
"My Lord Emilios..." Fotios spoke in order to snap his attention back to the subjects at hand. "Perhaps you will help me to escort my lovely nieces back to the Leventi estate...?" He commented, but the query was hardly a question; more a politely framed instruction...
While he had plans for Emilios and his niece - plans that the Lord Emilios was fully aware of, it was essential to those plans that Theodora wed Achilleas without issue. There was too much riding on the connection between Mikaelidas and Leventi for the union to fall through. As such, he needed Emilios' attention away from Theodora's rear end long enough for marital bliss to fall upon Theodora and the other Mikaelidas boy. After that, Emilios could continue with whatever puppy dog behaviour he so wished in the name of young love.
"I think we can safely say that the ceremonies for today have been concluded..."
Fotios spotted what the young Mikaelidas lord was doing as soon as he turned his inspecting eyes and roving hands towards his steed. Achilleas was not the kind of man to step out on the girl he'd been in love with for years during their wedding tour, but he was a confident enough man that he might rescue her from it.
As if to prove his thoughts, Achilleas had Theodora up on the back of his horse within a moment and the two of them had scarpered from an event they were supposed to be the centre of.
With a rueful shake of his head and an expression that showed little surprise, Fotios stepped over to Irakles whom he could see boiling beneath the surface and slapped a hand onto one of his wide shoulders.
"Fear not, Irakles." He told the man. "The gifts have all been given, the Gods paid tribute..." He rolled his eyes at his friend. "Allow the children their moment of borrowed freedom."
And with another pat on the shoulder, he then made his way towards the cluster of young girls and Emilios over to one side who was watching the retreating horse with sharp eyes.
"My Lord Emilios..." Fotios spoke in order to snap his attention back to the subjects at hand. "Perhaps you will help me to escort my lovely nieces back to the Leventi estate...?" He commented, but the query was hardly a question; more a politely framed instruction...
While he had plans for Emilios and his niece - plans that the Lord Emilios was fully aware of, it was essential to those plans that Theodora wed Achilleas without issue. There was too much riding on the connection between Mikaelidas and Leventi for the union to fall through. As such, he needed Emilios' attention away from Theodora's rear end long enough for marital bliss to fall upon Theodora and the other Mikaelidas boy. After that, Emilios could continue with whatever puppy dog behaviour he so wished in the name of young love.
"I think we can safely say that the ceremonies for today have been concluded..."
