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Kaia continued to beg forgiveness. The idea of admitting the truth behind her actions was clearly one of terrific horror. But Vangelis was not letting her go on the matter. When he had thought her behavior spurred simply by silly infatuation, he had been willing to turn her back to her rooms and not speak another word on the subject. A harsh rebuke and the promise to never embarrass either of them again with a recounting of the tale.
Now, however, her words had convinced him so completely that there was more to the story, that seeing her actions forgotten was not to be borne. He couldn't afford it to be. Something was happening on a level that could injure his family which meant it was either extreme distance or confession. No compassionate relief in the form of wrapped knuckles and a shooing from his chambers.
As he moved her across the room, there was protest in her body but nothing that withstood against his strength and whilst she was not rushing to comply with his obvious ejection of her company, she did not truly dig in her heels either. As if the realization that she had failed to find her way to his bed had sapped the determination from her muscles.
When he warned her that it was her final chance to be honest with him, to admit the secrecy behind her attempted seduction, her shoulders drooped and there was a look in her eye that confessed to its own defeat. She fixed him with a stare too bright to be dry and admitted the truth:
'I'm with child.'
Without much thought, Vangelis' eyes shot to Kaia's midriff. It was an automatic reaction that revealed no symptom of her pregnancy. Clearly she was not far along which meant...
'I thought that the child might have a better chance of surviving if…'
It wasn't hard to finish the thought. To piece together the plan that had been formulated in her mind. Her entire reason for being in his chambers despite a lack of any notice her had marked in her before...
"...if," he said in a deadly still tone of voice, "you could convince a stand-in sire to provide a blame-worthy seed."
That was what this was about. A means of securing a future for her baby by passing it off as another man's offspring.
For a moment, Vangelis was human enough to appreciate a wash of relief that he hadn't been taken in by her long legs and pretty tresses. Had she been looking for an easy mark, she would have found one in him. Whether she knew it or not. Vangelis detested the idea of illegitimate children. Had gone to great lengths to ensure that he never acquired one. Never made that mistake.
There were plenty of the nobility that had other offspring besides their heirs but Vangelis was not and would not be one of them. For whatever reason, be it his family's motto, his own tight kinship with his siblings, or the way he felt about his nephew, Vangelis had always been determined that he would never bring a child into the world without the security of a legitimate family.
Had Kaia succeeded in tempting him to bed and convinced him that her baby was his, he would have probably married her. To the shock, horror, and downright awkwardness of the entire kingdom.
Luckily, the matter had not gotten so far. And Vangelis was once more in the debt of his own instincts. But self-congratulations aside, this didn't alleviate the problem in front of him.
Kaia, his sister's retainer, had just attempted to connive and manipulate him into-
'I had no intentions of hurting your reputation.'
Kaia could afford to make that reassurance now and Vangelis could afford to choose to believe it. But it was fairly redundant either way. What mattered now was where they went from here...
Realizing he was still holding onto her arm - and probably too tightly for a woman in a delicate condition - Vangelis quickly loosened his grip, before then releasing her entirely. He shifted his weight back onto his heels to offer her a little more space and less of his looming height. But still he said nothing, the revelation of her confession rolling around in his head.
Eventually, after several minutes of quiet, he nodded. As if coming to a conclusion in his mind.
"Fine," he determined. "You'll return to your chambers now, lady Kaia." He nudged his head in the direction of his door. "Report to Althaia in the kitchens tomorrow morning. She's had seven babes of her own and will know well enough what you may need."
And that was it. He gave no comment on anything else, simply expecting her to walk right on out of his bedroom and to have the whole matter forgotten.
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Vangelis
JD
Vangelis
Awards
First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
Kaia continued to beg forgiveness. The idea of admitting the truth behind her actions was clearly one of terrific horror. But Vangelis was not letting her go on the matter. When he had thought her behavior spurred simply by silly infatuation, he had been willing to turn her back to her rooms and not speak another word on the subject. A harsh rebuke and the promise to never embarrass either of them again with a recounting of the tale.
Now, however, her words had convinced him so completely that there was more to the story, that seeing her actions forgotten was not to be borne. He couldn't afford it to be. Something was happening on a level that could injure his family which meant it was either extreme distance or confession. No compassionate relief in the form of wrapped knuckles and a shooing from his chambers.
As he moved her across the room, there was protest in her body but nothing that withstood against his strength and whilst she was not rushing to comply with his obvious ejection of her company, she did not truly dig in her heels either. As if the realization that she had failed to find her way to his bed had sapped the determination from her muscles.
When he warned her that it was her final chance to be honest with him, to admit the secrecy behind her attempted seduction, her shoulders drooped and there was a look in her eye that confessed to its own defeat. She fixed him with a stare too bright to be dry and admitted the truth:
'I'm with child.'
Without much thought, Vangelis' eyes shot to Kaia's midriff. It was an automatic reaction that revealed no symptom of her pregnancy. Clearly she was not far along which meant...
'I thought that the child might have a better chance of surviving if…'
It wasn't hard to finish the thought. To piece together the plan that had been formulated in her mind. Her entire reason for being in his chambers despite a lack of any notice her had marked in her before...
"...if," he said in a deadly still tone of voice, "you could convince a stand-in sire to provide a blame-worthy seed."
That was what this was about. A means of securing a future for her baby by passing it off as another man's offspring.
For a moment, Vangelis was human enough to appreciate a wash of relief that he hadn't been taken in by her long legs and pretty tresses. Had she been looking for an easy mark, she would have found one in him. Whether she knew it or not. Vangelis detested the idea of illegitimate children. Had gone to great lengths to ensure that he never acquired one. Never made that mistake.
There were plenty of the nobility that had other offspring besides their heirs but Vangelis was not and would not be one of them. For whatever reason, be it his family's motto, his own tight kinship with his siblings, or the way he felt about his nephew, Vangelis had always been determined that he would never bring a child into the world without the security of a legitimate family.
Had Kaia succeeded in tempting him to bed and convinced him that her baby was his, he would have probably married her. To the shock, horror, and downright awkwardness of the entire kingdom.
Luckily, the matter had not gotten so far. And Vangelis was once more in the debt of his own instincts. But self-congratulations aside, this didn't alleviate the problem in front of him.
Kaia, his sister's retainer, had just attempted to connive and manipulate him into-
'I had no intentions of hurting your reputation.'
Kaia could afford to make that reassurance now and Vangelis could afford to choose to believe it. But it was fairly redundant either way. What mattered now was where they went from here...
Realizing he was still holding onto her arm - and probably too tightly for a woman in a delicate condition - Vangelis quickly loosened his grip, before then releasing her entirely. He shifted his weight back onto his heels to offer her a little more space and less of his looming height. But still he said nothing, the revelation of her confession rolling around in his head.
Eventually, after several minutes of quiet, he nodded. As if coming to a conclusion in his mind.
"Fine," he determined. "You'll return to your chambers now, lady Kaia." He nudged his head in the direction of his door. "Report to Althaia in the kitchens tomorrow morning. She's had seven babes of her own and will know well enough what you may need."
And that was it. He gave no comment on anything else, simply expecting her to walk right on out of his bedroom and to have the whole matter forgotten.
Kaia continued to beg forgiveness. The idea of admitting the truth behind her actions was clearly one of terrific horror. But Vangelis was not letting her go on the matter. When he had thought her behavior spurred simply by silly infatuation, he had been willing to turn her back to her rooms and not speak another word on the subject. A harsh rebuke and the promise to never embarrass either of them again with a recounting of the tale.
Now, however, her words had convinced him so completely that there was more to the story, that seeing her actions forgotten was not to be borne. He couldn't afford it to be. Something was happening on a level that could injure his family which meant it was either extreme distance or confession. No compassionate relief in the form of wrapped knuckles and a shooing from his chambers.
As he moved her across the room, there was protest in her body but nothing that withstood against his strength and whilst she was not rushing to comply with his obvious ejection of her company, she did not truly dig in her heels either. As if the realization that she had failed to find her way to his bed had sapped the determination from her muscles.
When he warned her that it was her final chance to be honest with him, to admit the secrecy behind her attempted seduction, her shoulders drooped and there was a look in her eye that confessed to its own defeat. She fixed him with a stare too bright to be dry and admitted the truth:
'I'm with child.'
Without much thought, Vangelis' eyes shot to Kaia's midriff. It was an automatic reaction that revealed no symptom of her pregnancy. Clearly she was not far along which meant...
'I thought that the child might have a better chance of surviving if…'
It wasn't hard to finish the thought. To piece together the plan that had been formulated in her mind. Her entire reason for being in his chambers despite a lack of any notice her had marked in her before...
"...if," he said in a deadly still tone of voice, "you could convince a stand-in sire to provide a blame-worthy seed."
That was what this was about. A means of securing a future for her baby by passing it off as another man's offspring.
For a moment, Vangelis was human enough to appreciate a wash of relief that he hadn't been taken in by her long legs and pretty tresses. Had she been looking for an easy mark, she would have found one in him. Whether she knew it or not. Vangelis detested the idea of illegitimate children. Had gone to great lengths to ensure that he never acquired one. Never made that mistake.
There were plenty of the nobility that had other offspring besides their heirs but Vangelis was not and would not be one of them. For whatever reason, be it his family's motto, his own tight kinship with his siblings, or the way he felt about his nephew, Vangelis had always been determined that he would never bring a child into the world without the security of a legitimate family.
Had Kaia succeeded in tempting him to bed and convinced him that her baby was his, he would have probably married her. To the shock, horror, and downright awkwardness of the entire kingdom.
Luckily, the matter had not gotten so far. And Vangelis was once more in the debt of his own instincts. But self-congratulations aside, this didn't alleviate the problem in front of him.
Kaia, his sister's retainer, had just attempted to connive and manipulate him into-
'I had no intentions of hurting your reputation.'
Kaia could afford to make that reassurance now and Vangelis could afford to choose to believe it. But it was fairly redundant either way. What mattered now was where they went from here...
Realizing he was still holding onto her arm - and probably too tightly for a woman in a delicate condition - Vangelis quickly loosened his grip, before then releasing her entirely. He shifted his weight back onto his heels to offer her a little more space and less of his looming height. But still he said nothing, the revelation of her confession rolling around in his head.
Eventually, after several minutes of quiet, he nodded. As if coming to a conclusion in his mind.
"Fine," he determined. "You'll return to your chambers now, lady Kaia." He nudged his head in the direction of his door. "Report to Althaia in the kitchens tomorrow morning. She's had seven babes of her own and will know well enough what you may need."
And that was it. He gave no comment on anything else, simply expecting her to walk right on out of his bedroom and to have the whole matter forgotten.
’...if, you could convince a stand-in sire to provide a blame-worthy seed.’
Kaia winced slightly. That was the truth of it, there really wasn't a much better way to put it. Though she desperately wanted to believe her intentions were less malicious than others might have been. She was not so naive and wide eyed to assume that he would believe that, even as she gave her reassurance. She knew how it looked, but she did not wish to cause undue stress or scandal for the royal family who had taken her and Aea into their home and given them employment. If he did not believe her, she did not blame him. She doubted she would have believed it if she were in his position.
The prince released her then. She’d nearly forgotten how tight his grip on her had been, though it was far from anything she expected to suffer now. She might not be completely banished, but imprisoned instead now. She had tried to manipulate the prince, a foolish notion—though only because she failed. Had she been successful, it would have been more than enough to ensure her child would have a chance.
“I meant it when I said we are grateful. I only wanted security for my child. I had no interest in causing you any further trouble,” Kaia murmured, still unable to meet his gaze.
’Fine. You'll return to your chambers now, lady Kaia.’
Kaia snapped her gaze up to meet his before she could stop herself. She was being allowed to return to her chambers? Dare she believe that meant she would not be cast out? Or was he giving her the night to ‘disappear?’
’Report to Althaia in the kitchens tomorrow morning. She's had seven babes of her own and will know well enough what you may need.’
Kaia blinked. Then blinked again. In the morning. She was allowed to stay. Her mouth fell open slightly, but she couldn’t immediately find the right words to say. Instead she gave a simple but willing nod of her head, before uttering a quiet, “thank you.” The prince didn’t speak again, but he didn’t need to. She knew well enough when she’d been offered her out. There were many times where her father or uncle Cassero may have relented in passing a punishment to her or Aea, and instead let them be, so long as she or Aea left their sight quickly. This moment with the prince felt much like those times with her family, and she would not waste her chance to slink away unharmed or unpunished.
With the absence of immediate danger and fear, Kaia began to feel humiliation creep upon her. Adequately horrified at herself and the position she found herself in, Kaia gave another nod, before stepping awkwardly toward the door. When nothing immediately changed, Kaia cleared her throat and turned the rest of the way, making the short distance easily before taking the handle and opening the portal, spilling a warm line of firelight out into the hall. Kaia paused on her way out, but was admittedly too embarrassed to look back at him directly. “Thank you,” was all she said, before slipping out of the door, closing it behind her.
She dared not linger, and was grateful that her feet seemed to be taking her back to her chambers with pleasing haste. Kaia could feel her cheeks flushing, the events of the evening replaying in her mind. She was still at a loss for where everything turned sour, but above that was a growing sense of mortification. Aea would be beside herself once Kaia had the courage to tell her. If she told her. For just a moment, Kaia entertained taking the tale of her actions to her grave, but she doubted her ability to keep such a secret forever. Whether Aea might notice something amiss whenever both Kaia and the prince were in close proximity, or Kaia spoke too freely after a few drinks, Kaya was sure it would come out eventually.
Gods. She was going to have to look the prince in the eye again sometime in the very near future, and they would both know what she tried to do. Kaia winced at the thought as the familiar taste of bile began to creep into her mouth. Kaia quickened her pace, careful not to run, but unable to walk any quicker. In an attempt to distract herself from the rapidly building torrent of nausea, Kaia fumbled with fastening the rope around her waist again.
By the time Kaia made it to her own chambers, her nausea overcame her. Stumbling against the stone basin just in time, Kaia emptied what little contents were in her stomach. Kaia was beyond caring how long she was there, with her knuckles whitening against the strain, but when she was done, Kaia pushed her hair back, then sat back on the edge of her bed, suddenly fatigued. She was not entirely sure that her nausea was not at least partly caused by the scene that unfolded in the prince’s chambers. Kaia certainly felt painfully embarrassed. However, embarrassment was something she would happily endure, given the outcome. She had not been incarcerated or banished. Instead, she had someone to speak with in the morning, Althaia.
Kaia nodded to herself as she exhaled slowly, her gaze looking absently down at her slightly trembling hands. The night had gone far from how she hoped or planned, but much better than what was very possible. Too horrified and fatigued to properly change, Kaia slumped down on her bed, rolled over and crawled further up. Given nearly her entire lifetime spent sleeping on the ground beside a campfire, she could find comfort instantly when in a true bed. And so she rolled onto her back her hands over her face while she willed herself not to scream in order to release her humiliated discomfort. Thankfully, the feeling passed, allowing Kaia to drop her hands and drift away into a much needed sleep, one hand coming to rest on her stomach.
Lani
Kaia
Lani
Kaia
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First Impressions:Lean, athletic; Straw-blonde hair, stormy blue eyes, and a nearly permanent scowl.
Address: Your
’...if, you could convince a stand-in sire to provide a blame-worthy seed.’
Kaia winced slightly. That was the truth of it, there really wasn't a much better way to put it. Though she desperately wanted to believe her intentions were less malicious than others might have been. She was not so naive and wide eyed to assume that he would believe that, even as she gave her reassurance. She knew how it looked, but she did not wish to cause undue stress or scandal for the royal family who had taken her and Aea into their home and given them employment. If he did not believe her, she did not blame him. She doubted she would have believed it if she were in his position.
The prince released her then. She’d nearly forgotten how tight his grip on her had been, though it was far from anything she expected to suffer now. She might not be completely banished, but imprisoned instead now. She had tried to manipulate the prince, a foolish notion—though only because she failed. Had she been successful, it would have been more than enough to ensure her child would have a chance.
“I meant it when I said we are grateful. I only wanted security for my child. I had no interest in causing you any further trouble,” Kaia murmured, still unable to meet his gaze.
’Fine. You'll return to your chambers now, lady Kaia.’
Kaia snapped her gaze up to meet his before she could stop herself. She was being allowed to return to her chambers? Dare she believe that meant she would not be cast out? Or was he giving her the night to ‘disappear?’
’Report to Althaia in the kitchens tomorrow morning. She's had seven babes of her own and will know well enough what you may need.’
Kaia blinked. Then blinked again. In the morning. She was allowed to stay. Her mouth fell open slightly, but she couldn’t immediately find the right words to say. Instead she gave a simple but willing nod of her head, before uttering a quiet, “thank you.” The prince didn’t speak again, but he didn’t need to. She knew well enough when she’d been offered her out. There were many times where her father or uncle Cassero may have relented in passing a punishment to her or Aea, and instead let them be, so long as she or Aea left their sight quickly. This moment with the prince felt much like those times with her family, and she would not waste her chance to slink away unharmed or unpunished.
With the absence of immediate danger and fear, Kaia began to feel humiliation creep upon her. Adequately horrified at herself and the position she found herself in, Kaia gave another nod, before stepping awkwardly toward the door. When nothing immediately changed, Kaia cleared her throat and turned the rest of the way, making the short distance easily before taking the handle and opening the portal, spilling a warm line of firelight out into the hall. Kaia paused on her way out, but was admittedly too embarrassed to look back at him directly. “Thank you,” was all she said, before slipping out of the door, closing it behind her.
She dared not linger, and was grateful that her feet seemed to be taking her back to her chambers with pleasing haste. Kaia could feel her cheeks flushing, the events of the evening replaying in her mind. She was still at a loss for where everything turned sour, but above that was a growing sense of mortification. Aea would be beside herself once Kaia had the courage to tell her. If she told her. For just a moment, Kaia entertained taking the tale of her actions to her grave, but she doubted her ability to keep such a secret forever. Whether Aea might notice something amiss whenever both Kaia and the prince were in close proximity, or Kaia spoke too freely after a few drinks, Kaya was sure it would come out eventually.
Gods. She was going to have to look the prince in the eye again sometime in the very near future, and they would both know what she tried to do. Kaia winced at the thought as the familiar taste of bile began to creep into her mouth. Kaia quickened her pace, careful not to run, but unable to walk any quicker. In an attempt to distract herself from the rapidly building torrent of nausea, Kaia fumbled with fastening the rope around her waist again.
By the time Kaia made it to her own chambers, her nausea overcame her. Stumbling against the stone basin just in time, Kaia emptied what little contents were in her stomach. Kaia was beyond caring how long she was there, with her knuckles whitening against the strain, but when she was done, Kaia pushed her hair back, then sat back on the edge of her bed, suddenly fatigued. She was not entirely sure that her nausea was not at least partly caused by the scene that unfolded in the prince’s chambers. Kaia certainly felt painfully embarrassed. However, embarrassment was something she would happily endure, given the outcome. She had not been incarcerated or banished. Instead, she had someone to speak with in the morning, Althaia.
Kaia nodded to herself as she exhaled slowly, her gaze looking absently down at her slightly trembling hands. The night had gone far from how she hoped or planned, but much better than what was very possible. Too horrified and fatigued to properly change, Kaia slumped down on her bed, rolled over and crawled further up. Given nearly her entire lifetime spent sleeping on the ground beside a campfire, she could find comfort instantly when in a true bed. And so she rolled onto her back her hands over her face while she willed herself not to scream in order to release her humiliated discomfort. Thankfully, the feeling passed, allowing Kaia to drop her hands and drift away into a much needed sleep, one hand coming to rest on her stomach.
’...if, you could convince a stand-in sire to provide a blame-worthy seed.’
Kaia winced slightly. That was the truth of it, there really wasn't a much better way to put it. Though she desperately wanted to believe her intentions were less malicious than others might have been. She was not so naive and wide eyed to assume that he would believe that, even as she gave her reassurance. She knew how it looked, but she did not wish to cause undue stress or scandal for the royal family who had taken her and Aea into their home and given them employment. If he did not believe her, she did not blame him. She doubted she would have believed it if she were in his position.
The prince released her then. She’d nearly forgotten how tight his grip on her had been, though it was far from anything she expected to suffer now. She might not be completely banished, but imprisoned instead now. She had tried to manipulate the prince, a foolish notion—though only because she failed. Had she been successful, it would have been more than enough to ensure her child would have a chance.
“I meant it when I said we are grateful. I only wanted security for my child. I had no interest in causing you any further trouble,” Kaia murmured, still unable to meet his gaze.
’Fine. You'll return to your chambers now, lady Kaia.’
Kaia snapped her gaze up to meet his before she could stop herself. She was being allowed to return to her chambers? Dare she believe that meant she would not be cast out? Or was he giving her the night to ‘disappear?’
’Report to Althaia in the kitchens tomorrow morning. She's had seven babes of her own and will know well enough what you may need.’
Kaia blinked. Then blinked again. In the morning. She was allowed to stay. Her mouth fell open slightly, but she couldn’t immediately find the right words to say. Instead she gave a simple but willing nod of her head, before uttering a quiet, “thank you.” The prince didn’t speak again, but he didn’t need to. She knew well enough when she’d been offered her out. There were many times where her father or uncle Cassero may have relented in passing a punishment to her or Aea, and instead let them be, so long as she or Aea left their sight quickly. This moment with the prince felt much like those times with her family, and she would not waste her chance to slink away unharmed or unpunished.
With the absence of immediate danger and fear, Kaia began to feel humiliation creep upon her. Adequately horrified at herself and the position she found herself in, Kaia gave another nod, before stepping awkwardly toward the door. When nothing immediately changed, Kaia cleared her throat and turned the rest of the way, making the short distance easily before taking the handle and opening the portal, spilling a warm line of firelight out into the hall. Kaia paused on her way out, but was admittedly too embarrassed to look back at him directly. “Thank you,” was all she said, before slipping out of the door, closing it behind her.
She dared not linger, and was grateful that her feet seemed to be taking her back to her chambers with pleasing haste. Kaia could feel her cheeks flushing, the events of the evening replaying in her mind. She was still at a loss for where everything turned sour, but above that was a growing sense of mortification. Aea would be beside herself once Kaia had the courage to tell her. If she told her. For just a moment, Kaia entertained taking the tale of her actions to her grave, but she doubted her ability to keep such a secret forever. Whether Aea might notice something amiss whenever both Kaia and the prince were in close proximity, or Kaia spoke too freely after a few drinks, Kaya was sure it would come out eventually.
Gods. She was going to have to look the prince in the eye again sometime in the very near future, and they would both know what she tried to do. Kaia winced at the thought as the familiar taste of bile began to creep into her mouth. Kaia quickened her pace, careful not to run, but unable to walk any quicker. In an attempt to distract herself from the rapidly building torrent of nausea, Kaia fumbled with fastening the rope around her waist again.
By the time Kaia made it to her own chambers, her nausea overcame her. Stumbling against the stone basin just in time, Kaia emptied what little contents were in her stomach. Kaia was beyond caring how long she was there, with her knuckles whitening against the strain, but when she was done, Kaia pushed her hair back, then sat back on the edge of her bed, suddenly fatigued. She was not entirely sure that her nausea was not at least partly caused by the scene that unfolded in the prince’s chambers. Kaia certainly felt painfully embarrassed. However, embarrassment was something she would happily endure, given the outcome. She had not been incarcerated or banished. Instead, she had someone to speak with in the morning, Althaia.
Kaia nodded to herself as she exhaled slowly, her gaze looking absently down at her slightly trembling hands. The night had gone far from how she hoped or planned, but much better than what was very possible. Too horrified and fatigued to properly change, Kaia slumped down on her bed, rolled over and crawled further up. Given nearly her entire lifetime spent sleeping on the ground beside a campfire, she could find comfort instantly when in a true bed. And so she rolled onto her back her hands over her face while she willed herself not to scream in order to release her humiliated discomfort. Thankfully, the feeling passed, allowing Kaia to drop her hands and drift away into a much needed sleep, one hand coming to rest on her stomach.
It was clear that Kaia was surprised by his speedy assessment and dismissal of the situation. He had her out of the rooms quickly enough and would dispense a note to the kitchens to forewarn Althaia, one of the serving women there, of Kaia’s likely appearance. Beyond that, he was not intending to do much besides refuse to punish a woman in a desperate situation.
Vangelis was the last person to claim awareness or empathy for what a woman suffered during her condition of impending motherhood. His own mother, the Queen, had been very verbal and specific on just how little her husband, king or no, knew of a woman’s suffering in child bearing and Vangelis was not interested in stepping into that very dangerous path of ignorance.
He had instead accepted that becoming with child had rendered Kaia temporarily unable to think logically and he’d chalk up her behaviour tonight as a mere symptom.
As she thanked him for such disinterest in punishment or chastisement, Vangelis just nodded stonily and closed the door behind her. He waited until her footsteps disappeared down the corridor and then turned back to his work. His attentions however were distracted, his skin itchy with heat.
Sighing, he stood once more and headed for a side table upon which sat a basin of water. Hours ago, when it had been brought for washing after the evening meal, it had been warm. Now it had dulled to an ambient chill.
Exhaling with annoyance, Vangelis took the ceramic dish in both hands, privately concluding that women were mad. Particularly those in such a trying condition.
And with that resolution to the night - a night he would now, once more, be concluding alone - Vangelis dumped the bowl of cooling water clean over his head.
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Vangelis
JD
Vangelis
Awards
First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
It was clear that Kaia was surprised by his speedy assessment and dismissal of the situation. He had her out of the rooms quickly enough and would dispense a note to the kitchens to forewarn Althaia, one of the serving women there, of Kaia’s likely appearance. Beyond that, he was not intending to do much besides refuse to punish a woman in a desperate situation.
Vangelis was the last person to claim awareness or empathy for what a woman suffered during her condition of impending motherhood. His own mother, the Queen, had been very verbal and specific on just how little her husband, king or no, knew of a woman’s suffering in child bearing and Vangelis was not interested in stepping into that very dangerous path of ignorance.
He had instead accepted that becoming with child had rendered Kaia temporarily unable to think logically and he’d chalk up her behaviour tonight as a mere symptom.
As she thanked him for such disinterest in punishment or chastisement, Vangelis just nodded stonily and closed the door behind her. He waited until her footsteps disappeared down the corridor and then turned back to his work. His attentions however were distracted, his skin itchy with heat.
Sighing, he stood once more and headed for a side table upon which sat a basin of water. Hours ago, when it had been brought for washing after the evening meal, it had been warm. Now it had dulled to an ambient chill.
Exhaling with annoyance, Vangelis took the ceramic dish in both hands, privately concluding that women were mad. Particularly those in such a trying condition.
And with that resolution to the night - a night he would now, once more, be concluding alone - Vangelis dumped the bowl of cooling water clean over his head.
It was clear that Kaia was surprised by his speedy assessment and dismissal of the situation. He had her out of the rooms quickly enough and would dispense a note to the kitchens to forewarn Althaia, one of the serving women there, of Kaia’s likely appearance. Beyond that, he was not intending to do much besides refuse to punish a woman in a desperate situation.
Vangelis was the last person to claim awareness or empathy for what a woman suffered during her condition of impending motherhood. His own mother, the Queen, had been very verbal and specific on just how little her husband, king or no, knew of a woman’s suffering in child bearing and Vangelis was not interested in stepping into that very dangerous path of ignorance.
He had instead accepted that becoming with child had rendered Kaia temporarily unable to think logically and he’d chalk up her behaviour tonight as a mere symptom.
As she thanked him for such disinterest in punishment or chastisement, Vangelis just nodded stonily and closed the door behind her. He waited until her footsteps disappeared down the corridor and then turned back to his work. His attentions however were distracted, his skin itchy with heat.
Sighing, he stood once more and headed for a side table upon which sat a basin of water. Hours ago, when it had been brought for washing after the evening meal, it had been warm. Now it had dulled to an ambient chill.
Exhaling with annoyance, Vangelis took the ceramic dish in both hands, privately concluding that women were mad. Particularly those in such a trying condition.
And with that resolution to the night - a night he would now, once more, be concluding alone - Vangelis dumped the bowl of cooling water clean over his head.