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The coronation was... well, a success, to a certain extent? What he had intended had went to pass, afterall. The extravagance on display for all of Taengea to watch, as if the King wanted to flaunt the excessive wealth after he was surprisingly granted the position of King, a position he should never have had given his number of birth, had the tragedies of just a month ago had not happened. Just what he wanted the people to think.
But of course, none of what he wanted would fall in place without some work, and Irakles was not one to shirk duty.
Having done his rounds in speaking with people during the coronation, Irakles had managed to exchange words with many during the coronation, royal families and noble men of note who would attend the Senate come the time. The prince bided his time, careful in not appearing too eager even as he spoke, subtly gathering information. Fotios had reminded him enough times for him to remember that they were playing the long game, and could not rush into matters. Tough as it was for Irakles to sit back and wait for things to fall into place, he was determined to try.
He was not one to rest on his laurels however, and as such sought to further deepen his roots.Knowing full well that Nikos of Condos did not share his father's content way of watching the crown pass hands to Stephanos, the prince had taken the initiative to send a missive to the lord, inviting him to the Mikaelidas's quarters to share a meal, over a discussion. He was one lord Irakles did not get a chance to speak to during the coronation, even if he did speak to the younger male's father. Nikolias of Condos did not look too favorably upon the new King's laissez-faire behavior, but found it yet to be serious enough to take action.
Now, Irakles wanted to find out if the son shared his father's opinions. A man who was a baron of his own right, he was someone the prince knew to be unsatisfied in the turn of events with Stephanos taking the throne, and he intended to make full use of it.
Dressed in a simple pale blue tunic with silver threads on its sides, the silver fibulae holding the material up was in the shape of a peacock's fanned out tail, the symbol of Taengea that Irakles always proudly wore, a homeland more dear to him then any human ever was. Choosing to go barefooted in the realm of his own home, he ran a hand through his hair, and murmured to Meena to ensure that the wine would be kept on flow, before taking her by her arm and leading her to the dining room, where Nikos would've been brought by a servant once he arrived. Irakles had instructed Tasia and Sara to make themselves scarce for the night - he had business, and he needed to ensure no younger ones came to the conversation.
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The coronation was... well, a success, to a certain extent? What he had intended had went to pass, afterall. The extravagance on display for all of Taengea to watch, as if the King wanted to flaunt the excessive wealth after he was surprisingly granted the position of King, a position he should never have had given his number of birth, had the tragedies of just a month ago had not happened. Just what he wanted the people to think.
But of course, none of what he wanted would fall in place without some work, and Irakles was not one to shirk duty.
Having done his rounds in speaking with people during the coronation, Irakles had managed to exchange words with many during the coronation, royal families and noble men of note who would attend the Senate come the time. The prince bided his time, careful in not appearing too eager even as he spoke, subtly gathering information. Fotios had reminded him enough times for him to remember that they were playing the long game, and could not rush into matters. Tough as it was for Irakles to sit back and wait for things to fall into place, he was determined to try.
He was not one to rest on his laurels however, and as such sought to further deepen his roots.Knowing full well that Nikos of Condos did not share his father's content way of watching the crown pass hands to Stephanos, the prince had taken the initiative to send a missive to the lord, inviting him to the Mikaelidas's quarters to share a meal, over a discussion. He was one lord Irakles did not get a chance to speak to during the coronation, even if he did speak to the younger male's father. Nikolias of Condos did not look too favorably upon the new King's laissez-faire behavior, but found it yet to be serious enough to take action.
Now, Irakles wanted to find out if the son shared his father's opinions. A man who was a baron of his own right, he was someone the prince knew to be unsatisfied in the turn of events with Stephanos taking the throne, and he intended to make full use of it.
Dressed in a simple pale blue tunic with silver threads on its sides, the silver fibulae holding the material up was in the shape of a peacock's fanned out tail, the symbol of Taengea that Irakles always proudly wore, a homeland more dear to him then any human ever was. Choosing to go barefooted in the realm of his own home, he ran a hand through his hair, and murmured to Meena to ensure that the wine would be kept on flow, before taking her by her arm and leading her to the dining room, where Nikos would've been brought by a servant once he arrived. Irakles had instructed Tasia and Sara to make themselves scarce for the night - he had business, and he needed to ensure no younger ones came to the conversation.
The coronation was... well, a success, to a certain extent? What he had intended had went to pass, afterall. The extravagance on display for all of Taengea to watch, as if the King wanted to flaunt the excessive wealth after he was surprisingly granted the position of King, a position he should never have had given his number of birth, had the tragedies of just a month ago had not happened. Just what he wanted the people to think.
But of course, none of what he wanted would fall in place without some work, and Irakles was not one to shirk duty.
Having done his rounds in speaking with people during the coronation, Irakles had managed to exchange words with many during the coronation, royal families and noble men of note who would attend the Senate come the time. The prince bided his time, careful in not appearing too eager even as he spoke, subtly gathering information. Fotios had reminded him enough times for him to remember that they were playing the long game, and could not rush into matters. Tough as it was for Irakles to sit back and wait for things to fall into place, he was determined to try.
He was not one to rest on his laurels however, and as such sought to further deepen his roots.Knowing full well that Nikos of Condos did not share his father's content way of watching the crown pass hands to Stephanos, the prince had taken the initiative to send a missive to the lord, inviting him to the Mikaelidas's quarters to share a meal, over a discussion. He was one lord Irakles did not get a chance to speak to during the coronation, even if he did speak to the younger male's father. Nikolias of Condos did not look too favorably upon the new King's laissez-faire behavior, but found it yet to be serious enough to take action.
Now, Irakles wanted to find out if the son shared his father's opinions. A man who was a baron of his own right, he was someone the prince knew to be unsatisfied in the turn of events with Stephanos taking the throne, and he intended to make full use of it.
Dressed in a simple pale blue tunic with silver threads on its sides, the silver fibulae holding the material up was in the shape of a peacock's fanned out tail, the symbol of Taengea that Irakles always proudly wore, a homeland more dear to him then any human ever was. Choosing to go barefooted in the realm of his own home, he ran a hand through his hair, and murmured to Meena to ensure that the wine would be kept on flow, before taking her by her arm and leading her to the dining room, where Nikos would've been brought by a servant once he arrived. Irakles had instructed Tasia and Sara to make themselves scarce for the night - he had business, and he needed to ensure no younger ones came to the conversation.
Deep within the Mikaelidas’ manor, Meena unfastened the golden fibula fixed just at her left breastbone allowing her cream peplos to cascade over voluptuous hips, crumpling into a soft pile at her feet. As she slipped into the built-in tub, filled to the brim with hot water, an audible sigh escaped her lips, echoing across the chamber, still empty save for her servant, Astraea. Even though she resided in Irakles’ wing and had access to most of his things, she’d insisted on him allowing her to claim one of the spare rooms, nestled at the edge of the corridor, just past his.
The door opened up to a commodious, square-shaped room. It was considered to be one of the more humbler of the bedrooms, which is why it had been overlooked. However, its open floor-plan and light-colored walls gave the illusion of it being spacious. The tall ceiling was supported by marble columns which were decorated by vines of silver at each base. Mosiac tile in various shades of azure and ivory covered the floor, framed and highlighted by flecks of silver throughout. The bedchamber was connected to Meena’s smaller bathing area by an open arc. Across the room were three intercolumniations which led to the balcony overlooking the harbor in the distance. Silken, sky blue sheets usually hung over the spaces, creating more of an enclosure. Today, they were held off to the sides by bronze hooks, permitting the Taengean sea air to flow freely through her chamber.
Her head dipped forward as Astraea exfoliated her shoulder blades with a pumice stone. She peaked up, in a daze, at the steam rising from the hot bath. She’d had such an intense morning and had been looking forward to this moment. Her fingers flicked aimlessly at the floating lavender before she slid forward, granting Astraea more access. At Irakles’ request, she’d woken early in the morning to dress and prepare Tasia and Sara for the coronation. Her daughters, along with the rest of his family, would attend King Stephanos’ crowning ceremony. Though, her relationship with Irakles was not secret, Meena opted to stay away that day. She knew that having his family there would help present a strong united front and her presence at such an official event might displace some. The last thing she needed was for the Taengean people to doubt him. Especially, after he’d been doing so much to gain their favor. An amused smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the way he’d opened up their front court to the people. The clever cad.
She could see the sun beginning to set through the open window. They’d been out all day now and though, she was luxuriating in a hot bath full of oils, Meena expected his return at any given moment. She wanted to be ready for him. Stepping out of the tub she reached for a linen to dry with and dismissed Astraea. She had yet to rub in any fragrance, but Meena almost always preferred to do it instead. There was something alluring about massaging her naked body with incense while entertaining thoughts of her lover in anticipation for his arrival. It never ceased to prepare her for him and when she was done the sweet spice caressed her, faintly lingering in the air. Her bare feet padded soundlessly across the room as she headed to dress for the evening, her eyes lit with mischief and a delicious scheme.
~
She should have known that Irakles would host company after the coronation. Afterall, it wasn’t uncommon for him to convene with the other lords, especially considering the political state of Taengea. She was able to mask her disappointment whenever he informed her that Nikos of Condos would be joining them for dinner. She cast him a sickeningly sweet smile, before nodding in acknowledgment. Unfortunately, she would have to carry out her erotic desires another time. From the moment of his arrival he appeared distracted by his own thoughts and it was clear that he had no time to spare. Normally, this disengaging behavior didn't bother her as much, being the understanding woman that she was. But, lately he'd been spending more and more time away and she was beginning to fall prey to her restlessness.
That evening she donned a navy peplos, fastened by a golden brooch which was shaped as a laurel leaf. The soft material, giving prominence to her curves, hung down to her ankles and accentuated her olive tone. Brown tresses were woven together into one big braid and she wore a golden head band accented by sapphires. She chose to go barefoot, as well, wearing an anklet on her right foot.
Her keen gaze was fixed on Irakles, mindful of his body language. He seemed absorbed with the task at hand, seemingly paying her little mind. Indignation at his apathy flared up within her and it was only after an internal battle did she resolve to set aside her trivial desires, solely for the meeting with Nikos. Even though she had a covetous hunger for her lover's attention, she knew that there was a time and place for everything. She wasn't so blind by her self-centered state, as she recognized that this dinner took precedence over everything else, including her... For now anyways.
Besides she wasn't entirely consumed by her emotions. She'd longed to ask him about the coronation, but had gotten so caught up in the bustle of arranging for Nikos’ arrival that she forgot. He hadn't told her the reason for the baron being there, but she suspected that it involved the day's events. Most likely a probing for his political stance or how he allied himself. She would assuredly head the dinner, allowing Irakles to focus entirely on the conversation. She gave a brief nod as he leaned in to give his behest for the wine. “Yes, my lord.” She responded simply, glancing back to nod to the cup bearer. She gave an encouraging squeeze of his arm once he took her own to guide her into the dining room.
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Deep within the Mikaelidas’ manor, Meena unfastened the golden fibula fixed just at her left breastbone allowing her cream peplos to cascade over voluptuous hips, crumpling into a soft pile at her feet. As she slipped into the built-in tub, filled to the brim with hot water, an audible sigh escaped her lips, echoing across the chamber, still empty save for her servant, Astraea. Even though she resided in Irakles’ wing and had access to most of his things, she’d insisted on him allowing her to claim one of the spare rooms, nestled at the edge of the corridor, just past his.
The door opened up to a commodious, square-shaped room. It was considered to be one of the more humbler of the bedrooms, which is why it had been overlooked. However, its open floor-plan and light-colored walls gave the illusion of it being spacious. The tall ceiling was supported by marble columns which were decorated by vines of silver at each base. Mosiac tile in various shades of azure and ivory covered the floor, framed and highlighted by flecks of silver throughout. The bedchamber was connected to Meena’s smaller bathing area by an open arc. Across the room were three intercolumniations which led to the balcony overlooking the harbor in the distance. Silken, sky blue sheets usually hung over the spaces, creating more of an enclosure. Today, they were held off to the sides by bronze hooks, permitting the Taengean sea air to flow freely through her chamber.
Her head dipped forward as Astraea exfoliated her shoulder blades with a pumice stone. She peaked up, in a daze, at the steam rising from the hot bath. She’d had such an intense morning and had been looking forward to this moment. Her fingers flicked aimlessly at the floating lavender before she slid forward, granting Astraea more access. At Irakles’ request, she’d woken early in the morning to dress and prepare Tasia and Sara for the coronation. Her daughters, along with the rest of his family, would attend King Stephanos’ crowning ceremony. Though, her relationship with Irakles was not secret, Meena opted to stay away that day. She knew that having his family there would help present a strong united front and her presence at such an official event might displace some. The last thing she needed was for the Taengean people to doubt him. Especially, after he’d been doing so much to gain their favor. An amused smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the way he’d opened up their front court to the people. The clever cad.
She could see the sun beginning to set through the open window. They’d been out all day now and though, she was luxuriating in a hot bath full of oils, Meena expected his return at any given moment. She wanted to be ready for him. Stepping out of the tub she reached for a linen to dry with and dismissed Astraea. She had yet to rub in any fragrance, but Meena almost always preferred to do it instead. There was something alluring about massaging her naked body with incense while entertaining thoughts of her lover in anticipation for his arrival. It never ceased to prepare her for him and when she was done the sweet spice caressed her, faintly lingering in the air. Her bare feet padded soundlessly across the room as she headed to dress for the evening, her eyes lit with mischief and a delicious scheme.
~
She should have known that Irakles would host company after the coronation. Afterall, it wasn’t uncommon for him to convene with the other lords, especially considering the political state of Taengea. She was able to mask her disappointment whenever he informed her that Nikos of Condos would be joining them for dinner. She cast him a sickeningly sweet smile, before nodding in acknowledgment. Unfortunately, she would have to carry out her erotic desires another time. From the moment of his arrival he appeared distracted by his own thoughts and it was clear that he had no time to spare. Normally, this disengaging behavior didn't bother her as much, being the understanding woman that she was. But, lately he'd been spending more and more time away and she was beginning to fall prey to her restlessness.
That evening she donned a navy peplos, fastened by a golden brooch which was shaped as a laurel leaf. The soft material, giving prominence to her curves, hung down to her ankles and accentuated her olive tone. Brown tresses were woven together into one big braid and she wore a golden head band accented by sapphires. She chose to go barefoot, as well, wearing an anklet on her right foot.
Her keen gaze was fixed on Irakles, mindful of his body language. He seemed absorbed with the task at hand, seemingly paying her little mind. Indignation at his apathy flared up within her and it was only after an internal battle did she resolve to set aside her trivial desires, solely for the meeting with Nikos. Even though she had a covetous hunger for her lover's attention, she knew that there was a time and place for everything. She wasn't so blind by her self-centered state, as she recognized that this dinner took precedence over everything else, including her... For now anyways.
Besides she wasn't entirely consumed by her emotions. She'd longed to ask him about the coronation, but had gotten so caught up in the bustle of arranging for Nikos’ arrival that she forgot. He hadn't told her the reason for the baron being there, but she suspected that it involved the day's events. Most likely a probing for his political stance or how he allied himself. She would assuredly head the dinner, allowing Irakles to focus entirely on the conversation. She gave a brief nod as he leaned in to give his behest for the wine. “Yes, my lord.” She responded simply, glancing back to nod to the cup bearer. She gave an encouraging squeeze of his arm once he took her own to guide her into the dining room.
Deep within the Mikaelidas’ manor, Meena unfastened the golden fibula fixed just at her left breastbone allowing her cream peplos to cascade over voluptuous hips, crumpling into a soft pile at her feet. As she slipped into the built-in tub, filled to the brim with hot water, an audible sigh escaped her lips, echoing across the chamber, still empty save for her servant, Astraea. Even though she resided in Irakles’ wing and had access to most of his things, she’d insisted on him allowing her to claim one of the spare rooms, nestled at the edge of the corridor, just past his.
The door opened up to a commodious, square-shaped room. It was considered to be one of the more humbler of the bedrooms, which is why it had been overlooked. However, its open floor-plan and light-colored walls gave the illusion of it being spacious. The tall ceiling was supported by marble columns which were decorated by vines of silver at each base. Mosiac tile in various shades of azure and ivory covered the floor, framed and highlighted by flecks of silver throughout. The bedchamber was connected to Meena’s smaller bathing area by an open arc. Across the room were three intercolumniations which led to the balcony overlooking the harbor in the distance. Silken, sky blue sheets usually hung over the spaces, creating more of an enclosure. Today, they were held off to the sides by bronze hooks, permitting the Taengean sea air to flow freely through her chamber.
Her head dipped forward as Astraea exfoliated her shoulder blades with a pumice stone. She peaked up, in a daze, at the steam rising from the hot bath. She’d had such an intense morning and had been looking forward to this moment. Her fingers flicked aimlessly at the floating lavender before she slid forward, granting Astraea more access. At Irakles’ request, she’d woken early in the morning to dress and prepare Tasia and Sara for the coronation. Her daughters, along with the rest of his family, would attend King Stephanos’ crowning ceremony. Though, her relationship with Irakles was not secret, Meena opted to stay away that day. She knew that having his family there would help present a strong united front and her presence at such an official event might displace some. The last thing she needed was for the Taengean people to doubt him. Especially, after he’d been doing so much to gain their favor. An amused smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the way he’d opened up their front court to the people. The clever cad.
She could see the sun beginning to set through the open window. They’d been out all day now and though, she was luxuriating in a hot bath full of oils, Meena expected his return at any given moment. She wanted to be ready for him. Stepping out of the tub she reached for a linen to dry with and dismissed Astraea. She had yet to rub in any fragrance, but Meena almost always preferred to do it instead. There was something alluring about massaging her naked body with incense while entertaining thoughts of her lover in anticipation for his arrival. It never ceased to prepare her for him and when she was done the sweet spice caressed her, faintly lingering in the air. Her bare feet padded soundlessly across the room as she headed to dress for the evening, her eyes lit with mischief and a delicious scheme.
~
She should have known that Irakles would host company after the coronation. Afterall, it wasn’t uncommon for him to convene with the other lords, especially considering the political state of Taengea. She was able to mask her disappointment whenever he informed her that Nikos of Condos would be joining them for dinner. She cast him a sickeningly sweet smile, before nodding in acknowledgment. Unfortunately, she would have to carry out her erotic desires another time. From the moment of his arrival he appeared distracted by his own thoughts and it was clear that he had no time to spare. Normally, this disengaging behavior didn't bother her as much, being the understanding woman that she was. But, lately he'd been spending more and more time away and she was beginning to fall prey to her restlessness.
That evening she donned a navy peplos, fastened by a golden brooch which was shaped as a laurel leaf. The soft material, giving prominence to her curves, hung down to her ankles and accentuated her olive tone. Brown tresses were woven together into one big braid and she wore a golden head band accented by sapphires. She chose to go barefoot, as well, wearing an anklet on her right foot.
Her keen gaze was fixed on Irakles, mindful of his body language. He seemed absorbed with the task at hand, seemingly paying her little mind. Indignation at his apathy flared up within her and it was only after an internal battle did she resolve to set aside her trivial desires, solely for the meeting with Nikos. Even though she had a covetous hunger for her lover's attention, she knew that there was a time and place for everything. She wasn't so blind by her self-centered state, as she recognized that this dinner took precedence over everything else, including her... For now anyways.
Besides she wasn't entirely consumed by her emotions. She'd longed to ask him about the coronation, but had gotten so caught up in the bustle of arranging for Nikos’ arrival that she forgot. He hadn't told her the reason for the baron being there, but she suspected that it involved the day's events. Most likely a probing for his political stance or how he allied himself. She would assuredly head the dinner, allowing Irakles to focus entirely on the conversation. She gave a brief nod as he leaned in to give his behest for the wine. “Yes, my lord.” She responded simply, glancing back to nod to the cup bearer. She gave an encouraging squeeze of his arm once he took her own to guide her into the dining room.
Nikolias hadn't originally planned to come to the dinner, but after a great deal of thought, he decided it might be better if he at least made an appearance. He was worried about what exactly Nikos would say to Irakles. Suppose the wrong ears got hold of the information? Sometimes Nikolias worried that he hadn't been a good father to his son. It was one thing to think it might be fun to be king, and another to actually want to, but if one wanted to and the wrong person found out about it, they could end up dead.
That was the last thing Nikolias wanted, he acknowledged with a shiver. Not for the first time, nor, unfortunately, the last, he wished that he and Olivia had been able to have at least one more child. He was concerned about what might happen to the dynasteia if...things got out of hand.
"May the gods forbid," he muttered.
Still, it might be best if his son knew his concerns, or at least if Nikolias knew Nikos' concerns. If Nikos was going to support Irakles after all, then how, exactly? And would Nikos be content with simply supporting him?
That was the question.
More inclined to care for the beauty of nature than the beauty of one's place of residence, Nikolias tried to ignore the feeling as he entered the manor that he was being closed in a gilded cage. Oh, it was nice enough being in the ranks of the wealthy, even for Nikolias himself. Although he worried about money more than most would have due to a secret about himself that only his parents had known, he did enjoy knowing that as long as he tried to control his expenses, he'd likely never have to worry about not having food or shelter. The problem to him was that the more opulent things were, the more it led to greed for more- both on one's own part and on the part of others who watched you with envy. Too, it might be just him, but there was something that it all did to his senses. Court life, from the opulence to the run ins with people who he suspected were not what they claimed to be, was all just one big headache to him sometimes. Being overstimulated was never a good thing.
Although he wouldn't be able to get out of here fast enough when the time came, though, he was curious enough about what Nikos was going to do to make the effort to be here. And he was equally determined that Nikos was not going to know he was concerned.
The best plan, then, in his opinion, was probably to ask Irakles about some other matter. How did he think the coronation had gone? After all, in addition to being relatives, they were both on the Senate Council. No harm in a little discussion between senators.
Speaking of which, he was still in the chiton he'd been in earlier, but once he'd made the decision to come to dinner, he hadn't thought there would be enough time to change before leaving.
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Nikolias hadn't originally planned to come to the dinner, but after a great deal of thought, he decided it might be better if he at least made an appearance. He was worried about what exactly Nikos would say to Irakles. Suppose the wrong ears got hold of the information? Sometimes Nikolias worried that he hadn't been a good father to his son. It was one thing to think it might be fun to be king, and another to actually want to, but if one wanted to and the wrong person found out about it, they could end up dead.
That was the last thing Nikolias wanted, he acknowledged with a shiver. Not for the first time, nor, unfortunately, the last, he wished that he and Olivia had been able to have at least one more child. He was concerned about what might happen to the dynasteia if...things got out of hand.
"May the gods forbid," he muttered.
Still, it might be best if his son knew his concerns, or at least if Nikolias knew Nikos' concerns. If Nikos was going to support Irakles after all, then how, exactly? And would Nikos be content with simply supporting him?
That was the question.
More inclined to care for the beauty of nature than the beauty of one's place of residence, Nikolias tried to ignore the feeling as he entered the manor that he was being closed in a gilded cage. Oh, it was nice enough being in the ranks of the wealthy, even for Nikolias himself. Although he worried about money more than most would have due to a secret about himself that only his parents had known, he did enjoy knowing that as long as he tried to control his expenses, he'd likely never have to worry about not having food or shelter. The problem to him was that the more opulent things were, the more it led to greed for more- both on one's own part and on the part of others who watched you with envy. Too, it might be just him, but there was something that it all did to his senses. Court life, from the opulence to the run ins with people who he suspected were not what they claimed to be, was all just one big headache to him sometimes. Being overstimulated was never a good thing.
Although he wouldn't be able to get out of here fast enough when the time came, though, he was curious enough about what Nikos was going to do to make the effort to be here. And he was equally determined that Nikos was not going to know he was concerned.
The best plan, then, in his opinion, was probably to ask Irakles about some other matter. How did he think the coronation had gone? After all, in addition to being relatives, they were both on the Senate Council. No harm in a little discussion between senators.
Speaking of which, he was still in the chiton he'd been in earlier, but once he'd made the decision to come to dinner, he hadn't thought there would be enough time to change before leaving.
Nikolias hadn't originally planned to come to the dinner, but after a great deal of thought, he decided it might be better if he at least made an appearance. He was worried about what exactly Nikos would say to Irakles. Suppose the wrong ears got hold of the information? Sometimes Nikolias worried that he hadn't been a good father to his son. It was one thing to think it might be fun to be king, and another to actually want to, but if one wanted to and the wrong person found out about it, they could end up dead.
That was the last thing Nikolias wanted, he acknowledged with a shiver. Not for the first time, nor, unfortunately, the last, he wished that he and Olivia had been able to have at least one more child. He was concerned about what might happen to the dynasteia if...things got out of hand.
"May the gods forbid," he muttered.
Still, it might be best if his son knew his concerns, or at least if Nikolias knew Nikos' concerns. If Nikos was going to support Irakles after all, then how, exactly? And would Nikos be content with simply supporting him?
That was the question.
More inclined to care for the beauty of nature than the beauty of one's place of residence, Nikolias tried to ignore the feeling as he entered the manor that he was being closed in a gilded cage. Oh, it was nice enough being in the ranks of the wealthy, even for Nikolias himself. Although he worried about money more than most would have due to a secret about himself that only his parents had known, he did enjoy knowing that as long as he tried to control his expenses, he'd likely never have to worry about not having food or shelter. The problem to him was that the more opulent things were, the more it led to greed for more- both on one's own part and on the part of others who watched you with envy. Too, it might be just him, but there was something that it all did to his senses. Court life, from the opulence to the run ins with people who he suspected were not what they claimed to be, was all just one big headache to him sometimes. Being overstimulated was never a good thing.
Although he wouldn't be able to get out of here fast enough when the time came, though, he was curious enough about what Nikos was going to do to make the effort to be here. And he was equally determined that Nikos was not going to know he was concerned.
The best plan, then, in his opinion, was probably to ask Irakles about some other matter. How did he think the coronation had gone? After all, in addition to being relatives, they were both on the Senate Council. No harm in a little discussion between senators.
Speaking of which, he was still in the chiton he'd been in earlier, but once he'd made the decision to come to dinner, he hadn't thought there would be enough time to change before leaving.
Work would always be first and forefront in Irakles mind - in fact, many whispered that while he kept a mistress to slake his humanly desires, there was little question as to who Irakles's true wife was - Taengea herself. The very kingdom he had dedicated his life to preserving, whose glory he fought for. Even Meena was no match for the desire of Irakles to see his triumph in his homelands, and as he led his mistress into the foyer to greet the arrival of Nikos of Condos, a little look of surprise snuck its way into Irakles's eyes when he saw that the elder Condos lord had come with his son.
"Ah, to what pleasure do we owe your presence tonight, Lord Nikolias?" he greeted, smiling and offering a hand to the elder first, before turning to greet the son of the Condos lord. Knowing Nikolias of Condos to be a perfectionist in the ranks of the nobility, he also knew that he rarely saw the elder Condos in the courts, but whenever he did interact with him, he knew of the lord as a calm, level-headed influence. Unlike his son however, Nikolias was less ambitious and eager for the crown, not at all like Nikos, who Irakles had been counting on to reject Stephanos as the king.
But unlike Nikos, the intentions of Nikolias was one that Irakles could not pinpoint, and whose presence now made the dinner so much more crucial to his plans.
His grip tightened on Meena's hands, but that was the only reaction he showed to Nikolias's presence. Outwardly, he grinned and smiled, congenially inviting both father and son in towards the dining room, where the meal was being set up. Opulently decorated as was the rest of the Mikaelidas manor, the meal was made complete with platters of cheese, bread, olive oil and figs, all of which were already set out. Maids dressed in Mikaelidas colors stood by the corner, ready to dish out the goat's milk stewed with freshly caught fish and shellfish, a delicacy that the Mikaelidas hired cook prepares in a divine manner.
The scent of the well prepared meal permeated the area, and Irakles smiled as he motioned at the servants to assist the Condos lords to their seat, and then smiled at Meena. "I'm sure an extra seat could be taken care of quite easily, could it not, my love?" It was a very unsubtle hint that Irakles gave, releasing Meena's hands to take his seat at the head of the table, next to where the servants would have seated the elder of the two Condos lords. The moment the lady of the house returned, the maids would then proceed to pour the wine into the chalices, dishing out the savory seafood stew into the copper bowls prepared before each of them seated, and only then, once all has been served, did the servants make themselves scarce.
And only then, did Irakles speak.
Dipping a piece of hard bread in the small saucer of olive oil and vinegar presented, he gave a small smile as he addressed the two lords at the table. "I do hope you find the food as to your liking." he murmured, as a start off to the conversation, before leading further in. "And the coronation? Do you think it was executed well by our new King?"
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Work would always be first and forefront in Irakles mind - in fact, many whispered that while he kept a mistress to slake his humanly desires, there was little question as to who Irakles's true wife was - Taengea herself. The very kingdom he had dedicated his life to preserving, whose glory he fought for. Even Meena was no match for the desire of Irakles to see his triumph in his homelands, and as he led his mistress into the foyer to greet the arrival of Nikos of Condos, a little look of surprise snuck its way into Irakles's eyes when he saw that the elder Condos lord had come with his son.
"Ah, to what pleasure do we owe your presence tonight, Lord Nikolias?" he greeted, smiling and offering a hand to the elder first, before turning to greet the son of the Condos lord. Knowing Nikolias of Condos to be a perfectionist in the ranks of the nobility, he also knew that he rarely saw the elder Condos in the courts, but whenever he did interact with him, he knew of the lord as a calm, level-headed influence. Unlike his son however, Nikolias was less ambitious and eager for the crown, not at all like Nikos, who Irakles had been counting on to reject Stephanos as the king.
But unlike Nikos, the intentions of Nikolias was one that Irakles could not pinpoint, and whose presence now made the dinner so much more crucial to his plans.
His grip tightened on Meena's hands, but that was the only reaction he showed to Nikolias's presence. Outwardly, he grinned and smiled, congenially inviting both father and son in towards the dining room, where the meal was being set up. Opulently decorated as was the rest of the Mikaelidas manor, the meal was made complete with platters of cheese, bread, olive oil and figs, all of which were already set out. Maids dressed in Mikaelidas colors stood by the corner, ready to dish out the goat's milk stewed with freshly caught fish and shellfish, a delicacy that the Mikaelidas hired cook prepares in a divine manner.
The scent of the well prepared meal permeated the area, and Irakles smiled as he motioned at the servants to assist the Condos lords to their seat, and then smiled at Meena. "I'm sure an extra seat could be taken care of quite easily, could it not, my love?" It was a very unsubtle hint that Irakles gave, releasing Meena's hands to take his seat at the head of the table, next to where the servants would have seated the elder of the two Condos lords. The moment the lady of the house returned, the maids would then proceed to pour the wine into the chalices, dishing out the savory seafood stew into the copper bowls prepared before each of them seated, and only then, once all has been served, did the servants make themselves scarce.
And only then, did Irakles speak.
Dipping a piece of hard bread in the small saucer of olive oil and vinegar presented, he gave a small smile as he addressed the two lords at the table. "I do hope you find the food as to your liking." he murmured, as a start off to the conversation, before leading further in. "And the coronation? Do you think it was executed well by our new King?"
Work would always be first and forefront in Irakles mind - in fact, many whispered that while he kept a mistress to slake his humanly desires, there was little question as to who Irakles's true wife was - Taengea herself. The very kingdom he had dedicated his life to preserving, whose glory he fought for. Even Meena was no match for the desire of Irakles to see his triumph in his homelands, and as he led his mistress into the foyer to greet the arrival of Nikos of Condos, a little look of surprise snuck its way into Irakles's eyes when he saw that the elder Condos lord had come with his son.
"Ah, to what pleasure do we owe your presence tonight, Lord Nikolias?" he greeted, smiling and offering a hand to the elder first, before turning to greet the son of the Condos lord. Knowing Nikolias of Condos to be a perfectionist in the ranks of the nobility, he also knew that he rarely saw the elder Condos in the courts, but whenever he did interact with him, he knew of the lord as a calm, level-headed influence. Unlike his son however, Nikolias was less ambitious and eager for the crown, not at all like Nikos, who Irakles had been counting on to reject Stephanos as the king.
But unlike Nikos, the intentions of Nikolias was one that Irakles could not pinpoint, and whose presence now made the dinner so much more crucial to his plans.
His grip tightened on Meena's hands, but that was the only reaction he showed to Nikolias's presence. Outwardly, he grinned and smiled, congenially inviting both father and son in towards the dining room, where the meal was being set up. Opulently decorated as was the rest of the Mikaelidas manor, the meal was made complete with platters of cheese, bread, olive oil and figs, all of which were already set out. Maids dressed in Mikaelidas colors stood by the corner, ready to dish out the goat's milk stewed with freshly caught fish and shellfish, a delicacy that the Mikaelidas hired cook prepares in a divine manner.
The scent of the well prepared meal permeated the area, and Irakles smiled as he motioned at the servants to assist the Condos lords to their seat, and then smiled at Meena. "I'm sure an extra seat could be taken care of quite easily, could it not, my love?" It was a very unsubtle hint that Irakles gave, releasing Meena's hands to take his seat at the head of the table, next to where the servants would have seated the elder of the two Condos lords. The moment the lady of the house returned, the maids would then proceed to pour the wine into the chalices, dishing out the savory seafood stew into the copper bowls prepared before each of them seated, and only then, once all has been served, did the servants make themselves scarce.
And only then, did Irakles speak.
Dipping a piece of hard bread in the small saucer of olive oil and vinegar presented, he gave a small smile as he addressed the two lords at the table. "I do hope you find the food as to your liking." he murmured, as a start off to the conversation, before leading further in. "And the coronation? Do you think it was executed well by our new King?"
"Only to make sure my son neither loses his head figuratively nor- especially- literally," Nikolias whispered, frowning deeply. " I am sure you are well aware that if he dies there is no spare heir. I wish Olivia and I had been able to have one more, but it was not to be. I fear his ambition could mean the end of our house, but he seems to have little concern for that. Only I ask that you not tell him I said so, because that way I can perhaps appear as as a simple dinner guest, not as if I'm spying on my own son."
He sighed, taking a seat at the table and greeting Meena with a cordial smile.
"The food is delicious," he admitted, and from the moment he slowly put the food to his mouth and it landed on his tongue, he felt himself begin to relax, at least a little.
"And the coronation went well enough, I thought. Only gods help us if the king remains as he is- personality-wise- for very much longer. Being as brash as he is- how does that garner people's respect?" He reclined a little more in his seat, trying to ease a little of the painful tension in his spine. "Sometimes it takes more than political power, both for one to earn respect and for one to be thought of as a good leader of the people. Think of it this way. Would you send a soldier into battle with no training first? Of course not, because both he and you would look like idiots to anyone else."
Perhaps he had said a little too much, some of which he blamed on the food and wine, but it felt good to let it out. Away from the court, he could breathe a little more freely, and saying such things in a large crowd was likely to make everyone angry if not downright murderous. But his words had truth in them all the same.
"I can see Father's point," Nikos quickly agreed, and Nikolias' jaw nearly hit the floor at that moment. He and his son never seemed to agree on much, but especially not lately. He covered his surprise by taking another bite of food to force himself to shut his mouth again. Nobody would likely want to watch food being chewed.
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"Only to make sure my son neither loses his head figuratively nor- especially- literally," Nikolias whispered, frowning deeply. " I am sure you are well aware that if he dies there is no spare heir. I wish Olivia and I had been able to have one more, but it was not to be. I fear his ambition could mean the end of our house, but he seems to have little concern for that. Only I ask that you not tell him I said so, because that way I can perhaps appear as as a simple dinner guest, not as if I'm spying on my own son."
He sighed, taking a seat at the table and greeting Meena with a cordial smile.
"The food is delicious," he admitted, and from the moment he slowly put the food to his mouth and it landed on his tongue, he felt himself begin to relax, at least a little.
"And the coronation went well enough, I thought. Only gods help us if the king remains as he is- personality-wise- for very much longer. Being as brash as he is- how does that garner people's respect?" He reclined a little more in his seat, trying to ease a little of the painful tension in his spine. "Sometimes it takes more than political power, both for one to earn respect and for one to be thought of as a good leader of the people. Think of it this way. Would you send a soldier into battle with no training first? Of course not, because both he and you would look like idiots to anyone else."
Perhaps he had said a little too much, some of which he blamed on the food and wine, but it felt good to let it out. Away from the court, he could breathe a little more freely, and saying such things in a large crowd was likely to make everyone angry if not downright murderous. But his words had truth in them all the same.
"I can see Father's point," Nikos quickly agreed, and Nikolias' jaw nearly hit the floor at that moment. He and his son never seemed to agree on much, but especially not lately. He covered his surprise by taking another bite of food to force himself to shut his mouth again. Nobody would likely want to watch food being chewed.
"Only to make sure my son neither loses his head figuratively nor- especially- literally," Nikolias whispered, frowning deeply. " I am sure you are well aware that if he dies there is no spare heir. I wish Olivia and I had been able to have one more, but it was not to be. I fear his ambition could mean the end of our house, but he seems to have little concern for that. Only I ask that you not tell him I said so, because that way I can perhaps appear as as a simple dinner guest, not as if I'm spying on my own son."
He sighed, taking a seat at the table and greeting Meena with a cordial smile.
"The food is delicious," he admitted, and from the moment he slowly put the food to his mouth and it landed on his tongue, he felt himself begin to relax, at least a little.
"And the coronation went well enough, I thought. Only gods help us if the king remains as he is- personality-wise- for very much longer. Being as brash as he is- how does that garner people's respect?" He reclined a little more in his seat, trying to ease a little of the painful tension in his spine. "Sometimes it takes more than political power, both for one to earn respect and for one to be thought of as a good leader of the people. Think of it this way. Would you send a soldier into battle with no training first? Of course not, because both he and you would look like idiots to anyone else."
Perhaps he had said a little too much, some of which he blamed on the food and wine, but it felt good to let it out. Away from the court, he could breathe a little more freely, and saying such things in a large crowd was likely to make everyone angry if not downright murderous. But his words had truth in them all the same.
"I can see Father's point," Nikos quickly agreed, and Nikolias' jaw nearly hit the floor at that moment. He and his son never seemed to agree on much, but especially not lately. He covered his surprise by taking another bite of food to force himself to shut his mouth again. Nobody would likely want to watch food being chewed.
Irakles chuckled at Nikolias's complaint, so familiar as what he often said when it came to his own two sons. While many praised Irakles and called him lucky to have two wondrous sons, to Irakles, there was so much more they could do... and so much more he wanted them to do. Yet much to his chagrin, Achilleas and Emilios had inherited all of their mother's soft heart and lack of ambition, which only made Irakles chomp at the bit as he watched their contentment at their lot in life with no wish to reach higher.
Nikos however, was a whole different breed.
Smiling kindly to Nikolias as he aired out his fear due to his lack of a spare, Irakles nodded in commiseration - it was the only reason why he had stayed with Myrto that long. Consider it his wife's saving grace, that she managed to give birth to an heir and a spare in quick succession. Chuckling lowly, he nodded in response to the current Condos Head of Dynasteia. "But your son's ambitious wants is of great honor, Lord Nikolias. He will achieve great things through sheer desire alone."
Steering them all to the table where dinner was served, he waved his hand as the meal was prepared, and then smiled at Meena when the preparation was praised. His mistress had never failed at being the class act of a hostess she had been trained to be, and Irakles did not fear having her by his side.
But talk soon turned to the more serious of matters, the exact matters that Irakles had invited the Condos lords to discuss about.
Nodding as his visage turned serious, he listened with rapt attention as Nikolias commented on the coronation. "I try to tell him much the same,Lord Nikolias, if only he would listen." Irakles replied with a heavy, long suffering sigh. Dropping the last hunk of bread he had been holding, he instead took a sip of his wine, and looked up as the younger Condos lord spoke. "You do, Lord Nikos? And how so? What do you think of my young nephew?" he murmured.
Leaning back, the male gave a wry smile as he explained. "I do apologize if this seems very interrogative, but I am.... in truth, looking for ways to help my nephew, for it seems I have come to quite a dead end with him. He is... young as he is stubborn, it seems."
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Irakles chuckled at Nikolias's complaint, so familiar as what he often said when it came to his own two sons. While many praised Irakles and called him lucky to have two wondrous sons, to Irakles, there was so much more they could do... and so much more he wanted them to do. Yet much to his chagrin, Achilleas and Emilios had inherited all of their mother's soft heart and lack of ambition, which only made Irakles chomp at the bit as he watched their contentment at their lot in life with no wish to reach higher.
Nikos however, was a whole different breed.
Smiling kindly to Nikolias as he aired out his fear due to his lack of a spare, Irakles nodded in commiseration - it was the only reason why he had stayed with Myrto that long. Consider it his wife's saving grace, that she managed to give birth to an heir and a spare in quick succession. Chuckling lowly, he nodded in response to the current Condos Head of Dynasteia. "But your son's ambitious wants is of great honor, Lord Nikolias. He will achieve great things through sheer desire alone."
Steering them all to the table where dinner was served, he waved his hand as the meal was prepared, and then smiled at Meena when the preparation was praised. His mistress had never failed at being the class act of a hostess she had been trained to be, and Irakles did not fear having her by his side.
But talk soon turned to the more serious of matters, the exact matters that Irakles had invited the Condos lords to discuss about.
Nodding as his visage turned serious, he listened with rapt attention as Nikolias commented on the coronation. "I try to tell him much the same,Lord Nikolias, if only he would listen." Irakles replied with a heavy, long suffering sigh. Dropping the last hunk of bread he had been holding, he instead took a sip of his wine, and looked up as the younger Condos lord spoke. "You do, Lord Nikos? And how so? What do you think of my young nephew?" he murmured.
Leaning back, the male gave a wry smile as he explained. "I do apologize if this seems very interrogative, but I am.... in truth, looking for ways to help my nephew, for it seems I have come to quite a dead end with him. He is... young as he is stubborn, it seems."
Irakles chuckled at Nikolias's complaint, so familiar as what he often said when it came to his own two sons. While many praised Irakles and called him lucky to have two wondrous sons, to Irakles, there was so much more they could do... and so much more he wanted them to do. Yet much to his chagrin, Achilleas and Emilios had inherited all of their mother's soft heart and lack of ambition, which only made Irakles chomp at the bit as he watched their contentment at their lot in life with no wish to reach higher.
Nikos however, was a whole different breed.
Smiling kindly to Nikolias as he aired out his fear due to his lack of a spare, Irakles nodded in commiseration - it was the only reason why he had stayed with Myrto that long. Consider it his wife's saving grace, that she managed to give birth to an heir and a spare in quick succession. Chuckling lowly, he nodded in response to the current Condos Head of Dynasteia. "But your son's ambitious wants is of great honor, Lord Nikolias. He will achieve great things through sheer desire alone."
Steering them all to the table where dinner was served, he waved his hand as the meal was prepared, and then smiled at Meena when the preparation was praised. His mistress had never failed at being the class act of a hostess she had been trained to be, and Irakles did not fear having her by his side.
But talk soon turned to the more serious of matters, the exact matters that Irakles had invited the Condos lords to discuss about.
Nodding as his visage turned serious, he listened with rapt attention as Nikolias commented on the coronation. "I try to tell him much the same,Lord Nikolias, if only he would listen." Irakles replied with a heavy, long suffering sigh. Dropping the last hunk of bread he had been holding, he instead took a sip of his wine, and looked up as the younger Condos lord spoke. "You do, Lord Nikos? And how so? What do you think of my young nephew?" he murmured.
Leaning back, the male gave a wry smile as he explained. "I do apologize if this seems very interrogative, but I am.... in truth, looking for ways to help my nephew, for it seems I have come to quite a dead end with him. He is... young as he is stubborn, it seems."
Between the murder of Zenon and Zacharias, the overly opulent coronation, and the hundreds of deaths of the Taengeans that perished in the battle against the Creed, the past few months had been one stumbling block after another for Stephanos. However, Stephanos' failures amounted to Nikos' own success, and he intended to take advantage of the unfortunate circumstances and stack every last one of those blocks in his own favor, for the glory of House Condos.
For the glory of his father.
Dinner with Irakles, though, was one meeting he had not been anticipating, but it was undeniable that this engagement could only intend to bury Stephanos deeper than he had already dug himself. Irakles, he knew, was unsatisfied with the current royal family as well; his history as a fiery war-lover only highlighted his own ambitious nature, one that greatly clashed with the objectives of Zenon's line. Though Irakles was his elder by nearly twice his age, Nikos felt as though they shared the same affinity for an enterprise that could all but rewrite Taengea's royal dynasty.
But just how far was he willing to go to achieve that goal?
The question had looped through his mind all afternoon, far before entering the Mikaelidas' manor. He spent the evening in his own home, contemplating his dress as much as his thoughts, but, unlike his appearance, his mind never settled on a definite answer to his inquiry. He donned a simple, but impressively white, chiton, a staple in any man's wardrobe but one that subtly showcased his wealth in the finely textured, unblemished cloth. After adorning his head with a gold circlet and fixing a single armlet around his bicep, he appeared quite plain compared to his usual outfits of bright colors and numerous gold embellishments, but this was no public appearance and he certainly didn't want his dress to distract tonight's discussion. This meeting was for his house, his father, and he emblazoned his shoulder with the fibulae of the House Condos crest as he steeled himself for a night he prayed would bring his family glory.
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The home of Irakles was but a short walk from the Condos manor, one that passed quickly as Nikos traveled in silence with his father. There was little to talk about before arriving at the Mikaelidas edifice; Nikos had contemplated sharing the missive with his father, as the invitation was addressed solely to himself and he knew it would be immensely rude to bring an uninvited guest without so much sending word of his intentions. However, the summons had been on short notice, and the head of his household deserved to take part in discussions that might result in the restoration of his rightful kingship, and so the father and son arrived together at the door and were at once greeted by Irakles himself. He could see his host's surprise upon greeting not one lord but two, but he nonetheless greeted them both warmly and invited the pair to the table.
Nikos remained quiet at first, allowing Nikolias to head the conversation in the time immediately following their arrival, for his father was much more well-spoken than himself and likely to set the night's discussion up upon good terms. And too, Nikos didn't quite trust himself to speak yet, for although he knew Irakles shared his dislike for Stephanos as king, he knew he couldn't trust the man fully, and he was unsure as to whether these walls possessed ears of their own. He would have much preferred for these delicate topics to be discussed in his own home, where there was no need to fear that he may unwittingly divulge his own secrets to more than the party intended.
As his father revealed his anxieties about losing his son, Nikos contented himself to munch on the fresh bread and oil that garnished the table. It was a fear he had heard time and time again, but Nikos had no intention of dying or otherwise threatening his family's legacy. He was far too careful with himself to allow that to happen, and he was certain no one in court possessed a mind quicker than his that could outwit him.
He was busying himself with the figs and wine (a finely aged, aromatic red that he recognized immediately as Condos wine; the families were close in both marriage and in trade, of course.) when he heard his father's slander of Stephanos, and he couldn't help but pipe up with an agreement. "I can see father's point," he quipped, following his statement with another slice from the mountain of cheese piled upon the dinner platters. He paused his meal, sensing the tone of the conversation shift to seriousness as Irakles further expounded upon his nephew and his own fears. "Quite frankly, Lord Irakles, your nephew is a womanizer, one that holds more regard for the wine that brings him drunken pleasures than his own station. He raised himself to be a crowd pleaser, not a leader of men, and unless he can teach himself to quell his own selfishness and bear the responsibility that this nation demands from a king, I fear that he will only rape Taengea without regards for her people and strip her of the prestige and power that she has acquired over generations." He paused, taking a slow sip from his kylix and letting the taste of violets and roses flow across his tongue before looking Irakles in the eye and continuing. "If he proves incapable of managing a self-control that he should have instilled in himself years ago as second in line to the throne, I fear that he will only be a lost cause that will leave Taengea to pay the price for his actions."
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Between the murder of Zenon and Zacharias, the overly opulent coronation, and the hundreds of deaths of the Taengeans that perished in the battle against the Creed, the past few months had been one stumbling block after another for Stephanos. However, Stephanos' failures amounted to Nikos' own success, and he intended to take advantage of the unfortunate circumstances and stack every last one of those blocks in his own favor, for the glory of House Condos.
For the glory of his father.
Dinner with Irakles, though, was one meeting he had not been anticipating, but it was undeniable that this engagement could only intend to bury Stephanos deeper than he had already dug himself. Irakles, he knew, was unsatisfied with the current royal family as well; his history as a fiery war-lover only highlighted his own ambitious nature, one that greatly clashed with the objectives of Zenon's line. Though Irakles was his elder by nearly twice his age, Nikos felt as though they shared the same affinity for an enterprise that could all but rewrite Taengea's royal dynasty.
But just how far was he willing to go to achieve that goal?
The question had looped through his mind all afternoon, far before entering the Mikaelidas' manor. He spent the evening in his own home, contemplating his dress as much as his thoughts, but, unlike his appearance, his mind never settled on a definite answer to his inquiry. He donned a simple, but impressively white, chiton, a staple in any man's wardrobe but one that subtly showcased his wealth in the finely textured, unblemished cloth. After adorning his head with a gold circlet and fixing a single armlet around his bicep, he appeared quite plain compared to his usual outfits of bright colors and numerous gold embellishments, but this was no public appearance and he certainly didn't want his dress to distract tonight's discussion. This meeting was for his house, his father, and he emblazoned his shoulder with the fibulae of the House Condos crest as he steeled himself for a night he prayed would bring his family glory.
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The home of Irakles was but a short walk from the Condos manor, one that passed quickly as Nikos traveled in silence with his father. There was little to talk about before arriving at the Mikaelidas edifice; Nikos had contemplated sharing the missive with his father, as the invitation was addressed solely to himself and he knew it would be immensely rude to bring an uninvited guest without so much sending word of his intentions. However, the summons had been on short notice, and the head of his household deserved to take part in discussions that might result in the restoration of his rightful kingship, and so the father and son arrived together at the door and were at once greeted by Irakles himself. He could see his host's surprise upon greeting not one lord but two, but he nonetheless greeted them both warmly and invited the pair to the table.
Nikos remained quiet at first, allowing Nikolias to head the conversation in the time immediately following their arrival, for his father was much more well-spoken than himself and likely to set the night's discussion up upon good terms. And too, Nikos didn't quite trust himself to speak yet, for although he knew Irakles shared his dislike for Stephanos as king, he knew he couldn't trust the man fully, and he was unsure as to whether these walls possessed ears of their own. He would have much preferred for these delicate topics to be discussed in his own home, where there was no need to fear that he may unwittingly divulge his own secrets to more than the party intended.
As his father revealed his anxieties about losing his son, Nikos contented himself to munch on the fresh bread and oil that garnished the table. It was a fear he had heard time and time again, but Nikos had no intention of dying or otherwise threatening his family's legacy. He was far too careful with himself to allow that to happen, and he was certain no one in court possessed a mind quicker than his that could outwit him.
He was busying himself with the figs and wine (a finely aged, aromatic red that he recognized immediately as Condos wine; the families were close in both marriage and in trade, of course.) when he heard his father's slander of Stephanos, and he couldn't help but pipe up with an agreement. "I can see father's point," he quipped, following his statement with another slice from the mountain of cheese piled upon the dinner platters. He paused his meal, sensing the tone of the conversation shift to seriousness as Irakles further expounded upon his nephew and his own fears. "Quite frankly, Lord Irakles, your nephew is a womanizer, one that holds more regard for the wine that brings him drunken pleasures than his own station. He raised himself to be a crowd pleaser, not a leader of men, and unless he can teach himself to quell his own selfishness and bear the responsibility that this nation demands from a king, I fear that he will only rape Taengea without regards for her people and strip her of the prestige and power that she has acquired over generations." He paused, taking a slow sip from his kylix and letting the taste of violets and roses flow across his tongue before looking Irakles in the eye and continuing. "If he proves incapable of managing a self-control that he should have instilled in himself years ago as second in line to the throne, I fear that he will only be a lost cause that will leave Taengea to pay the price for his actions."
Between the murder of Zenon and Zacharias, the overly opulent coronation, and the hundreds of deaths of the Taengeans that perished in the battle against the Creed, the past few months had been one stumbling block after another for Stephanos. However, Stephanos' failures amounted to Nikos' own success, and he intended to take advantage of the unfortunate circumstances and stack every last one of those blocks in his own favor, for the glory of House Condos.
For the glory of his father.
Dinner with Irakles, though, was one meeting he had not been anticipating, but it was undeniable that this engagement could only intend to bury Stephanos deeper than he had already dug himself. Irakles, he knew, was unsatisfied with the current royal family as well; his history as a fiery war-lover only highlighted his own ambitious nature, one that greatly clashed with the objectives of Zenon's line. Though Irakles was his elder by nearly twice his age, Nikos felt as though they shared the same affinity for an enterprise that could all but rewrite Taengea's royal dynasty.
But just how far was he willing to go to achieve that goal?
The question had looped through his mind all afternoon, far before entering the Mikaelidas' manor. He spent the evening in his own home, contemplating his dress as much as his thoughts, but, unlike his appearance, his mind never settled on a definite answer to his inquiry. He donned a simple, but impressively white, chiton, a staple in any man's wardrobe but one that subtly showcased his wealth in the finely textured, unblemished cloth. After adorning his head with a gold circlet and fixing a single armlet around his bicep, he appeared quite plain compared to his usual outfits of bright colors and numerous gold embellishments, but this was no public appearance and he certainly didn't want his dress to distract tonight's discussion. This meeting was for his house, his father, and he emblazoned his shoulder with the fibulae of the House Condos crest as he steeled himself for a night he prayed would bring his family glory.
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The home of Irakles was but a short walk from the Condos manor, one that passed quickly as Nikos traveled in silence with his father. There was little to talk about before arriving at the Mikaelidas edifice; Nikos had contemplated sharing the missive with his father, as the invitation was addressed solely to himself and he knew it would be immensely rude to bring an uninvited guest without so much sending word of his intentions. However, the summons had been on short notice, and the head of his household deserved to take part in discussions that might result in the restoration of his rightful kingship, and so the father and son arrived together at the door and were at once greeted by Irakles himself. He could see his host's surprise upon greeting not one lord but two, but he nonetheless greeted them both warmly and invited the pair to the table.
Nikos remained quiet at first, allowing Nikolias to head the conversation in the time immediately following their arrival, for his father was much more well-spoken than himself and likely to set the night's discussion up upon good terms. And too, Nikos didn't quite trust himself to speak yet, for although he knew Irakles shared his dislike for Stephanos as king, he knew he couldn't trust the man fully, and he was unsure as to whether these walls possessed ears of their own. He would have much preferred for these delicate topics to be discussed in his own home, where there was no need to fear that he may unwittingly divulge his own secrets to more than the party intended.
As his father revealed his anxieties about losing his son, Nikos contented himself to munch on the fresh bread and oil that garnished the table. It was a fear he had heard time and time again, but Nikos had no intention of dying or otherwise threatening his family's legacy. He was far too careful with himself to allow that to happen, and he was certain no one in court possessed a mind quicker than his that could outwit him.
He was busying himself with the figs and wine (a finely aged, aromatic red that he recognized immediately as Condos wine; the families were close in both marriage and in trade, of course.) when he heard his father's slander of Stephanos, and he couldn't help but pipe up with an agreement. "I can see father's point," he quipped, following his statement with another slice from the mountain of cheese piled upon the dinner platters. He paused his meal, sensing the tone of the conversation shift to seriousness as Irakles further expounded upon his nephew and his own fears. "Quite frankly, Lord Irakles, your nephew is a womanizer, one that holds more regard for the wine that brings him drunken pleasures than his own station. He raised himself to be a crowd pleaser, not a leader of men, and unless he can teach himself to quell his own selfishness and bear the responsibility that this nation demands from a king, I fear that he will only rape Taengea without regards for her people and strip her of the prestige and power that she has acquired over generations." He paused, taking a slow sip from his kylix and letting the taste of violets and roses flow across his tongue before looking Irakles in the eye and continuing. "If he proves incapable of managing a self-control that he should have instilled in himself years ago as second in line to the throne, I fear that he will only be a lost cause that will leave Taengea to pay the price for his actions."
Irakles noticed the way in which the young Condos lord, heir to the Dynasteia, seemed quite in line with his own thoughts in regards to Stephanos and his flagrant ways. Waiting till the cheese and various other food stuff was served to them, he leaned forward to listen with rapt attention again when Nikos continued speaking, eyes not wavering from the young lord's features, even as he picked at a slice of cheese and a crust of bread to be had.
Giving a tired sigh with what was said, Irakles looked world-weary as he leaned back in his seat upon the conclusion of Nikos's speech. "I much regret it, but I'm afraid I'll have to agree with Lord Nikos." he murmured sadly, giving a flickering gaze to Nikolias as if he really didn't want to agree, but had little choice. In truth, Irakles was glad Nikos saw his point, but he couldn't seem too eager of course, so instead, Irakles arranged his face to look at a loss whilst he continued.
"Stephanos has been allowed on his own for far too long. Despite being a general of his own regiment, he does not display the control or sense of responsibility necessary... in fact, I am afraid if he saw his father as a controlling factor in his life, and now that my late brother is no longer around to hold his reins... well, Stephanos now is free to do as he pleases." Pausing as he observed his chalice of wine, he took a swig, before continuing with a weary smile in the two Condos lord's direction. "Lord Nikolias, your son is sound of mind and sharp in his judgement, and for that I'm sure you must be glad. I'm... My hands are tied when it comes to helping my wayward nephew, especially when he refuses my help. I worry for the future of our kingdom."
Letting silence wash over them, for a moment that seemed all too long, the dining room was silent save for the movements of food, utensils and the soft sound of human breathing. Irakles allowed each of the lord to simmer in their own thoughts after their feelings had been aired regarding the new monarch of the kingdom, before speaking again. "But I do have a plan, my lords. The Senate meet is upcoming, and I have received some... disturbing news. The news however, would be enough for the lords of the Senate, I hope, to see that my nephew is not yet ready as of now to take on his father's mantle. However, my motion could only be pass, if enough votes have been given in my favor." He did not finish his sentence of course, but the hidden meaning of it was clear, as was the point of the dinner - he needed the support of the Condos lords, and was counting on them to be voting for his favor.
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Irakles noticed the way in which the young Condos lord, heir to the Dynasteia, seemed quite in line with his own thoughts in regards to Stephanos and his flagrant ways. Waiting till the cheese and various other food stuff was served to them, he leaned forward to listen with rapt attention again when Nikos continued speaking, eyes not wavering from the young lord's features, even as he picked at a slice of cheese and a crust of bread to be had.
Giving a tired sigh with what was said, Irakles looked world-weary as he leaned back in his seat upon the conclusion of Nikos's speech. "I much regret it, but I'm afraid I'll have to agree with Lord Nikos." he murmured sadly, giving a flickering gaze to Nikolias as if he really didn't want to agree, but had little choice. In truth, Irakles was glad Nikos saw his point, but he couldn't seem too eager of course, so instead, Irakles arranged his face to look at a loss whilst he continued.
"Stephanos has been allowed on his own for far too long. Despite being a general of his own regiment, he does not display the control or sense of responsibility necessary... in fact, I am afraid if he saw his father as a controlling factor in his life, and now that my late brother is no longer around to hold his reins... well, Stephanos now is free to do as he pleases." Pausing as he observed his chalice of wine, he took a swig, before continuing with a weary smile in the two Condos lord's direction. "Lord Nikolias, your son is sound of mind and sharp in his judgement, and for that I'm sure you must be glad. I'm... My hands are tied when it comes to helping my wayward nephew, especially when he refuses my help. I worry for the future of our kingdom."
Letting silence wash over them, for a moment that seemed all too long, the dining room was silent save for the movements of food, utensils and the soft sound of human breathing. Irakles allowed each of the lord to simmer in their own thoughts after their feelings had been aired regarding the new monarch of the kingdom, before speaking again. "But I do have a plan, my lords. The Senate meet is upcoming, and I have received some... disturbing news. The news however, would be enough for the lords of the Senate, I hope, to see that my nephew is not yet ready as of now to take on his father's mantle. However, my motion could only be pass, if enough votes have been given in my favor." He did not finish his sentence of course, but the hidden meaning of it was clear, as was the point of the dinner - he needed the support of the Condos lords, and was counting on them to be voting for his favor.
Irakles noticed the way in which the young Condos lord, heir to the Dynasteia, seemed quite in line with his own thoughts in regards to Stephanos and his flagrant ways. Waiting till the cheese and various other food stuff was served to them, he leaned forward to listen with rapt attention again when Nikos continued speaking, eyes not wavering from the young lord's features, even as he picked at a slice of cheese and a crust of bread to be had.
Giving a tired sigh with what was said, Irakles looked world-weary as he leaned back in his seat upon the conclusion of Nikos's speech. "I much regret it, but I'm afraid I'll have to agree with Lord Nikos." he murmured sadly, giving a flickering gaze to Nikolias as if he really didn't want to agree, but had little choice. In truth, Irakles was glad Nikos saw his point, but he couldn't seem too eager of course, so instead, Irakles arranged his face to look at a loss whilst he continued.
"Stephanos has been allowed on his own for far too long. Despite being a general of his own regiment, he does not display the control or sense of responsibility necessary... in fact, I am afraid if he saw his father as a controlling factor in his life, and now that my late brother is no longer around to hold his reins... well, Stephanos now is free to do as he pleases." Pausing as he observed his chalice of wine, he took a swig, before continuing with a weary smile in the two Condos lord's direction. "Lord Nikolias, your son is sound of mind and sharp in his judgement, and for that I'm sure you must be glad. I'm... My hands are tied when it comes to helping my wayward nephew, especially when he refuses my help. I worry for the future of our kingdom."
Letting silence wash over them, for a moment that seemed all too long, the dining room was silent save for the movements of food, utensils and the soft sound of human breathing. Irakles allowed each of the lord to simmer in their own thoughts after their feelings had been aired regarding the new monarch of the kingdom, before speaking again. "But I do have a plan, my lords. The Senate meet is upcoming, and I have received some... disturbing news. The news however, would be enough for the lords of the Senate, I hope, to see that my nephew is not yet ready as of now to take on his father's mantle. However, my motion could only be pass, if enough votes have been given in my favor." He did not finish his sentence of course, but the hidden meaning of it was clear, as was the point of the dinner - he needed the support of the Condos lords, and was counting on them to be voting for his favor.
"I'm all ears to hear your plan, for I, too, worry for the future of our country," Nikolias said, almost in a tone of relief. "And if there is a chance that the Senate might support it- eventually anyway- all the better."
Well, most likely.
Though Irakles was his cousin, Nikolias was well aware that the man could be nefarious. It was, in a way, why he had dreaded coming to dinner. Sometimes, the man's ideas seemed...less than orthodox. But he'd rather trust his cousin, after all, than a lot of people lately. They seemed to have a complicated relationship, but in a way, having family on the court seemed to make things easier for Nikolias, given that there were a few members he was warier of than others, or who were his family rivals...or sometimes both. Irakles was also someone with whom Nikolias found it easy enough to socialize at events where the nobles were invited.
He leaned forward a little, hands on his knees, ready to listen. With luck, Irakles' plan would be a successful one as well as a doable one.
"But first things first, I believe. Start with the disturbing news you have caught wind of, if you please." Though really, Nikolias thought it was hard to think of what might be more disturbing than what they were already experiencing and watching under Stephanos' rule so far. He glanced at his son, knowing by his words that Nikos most likely would agree with that thought, even if Nikolias himself did not voice it aloud. Still, despite himself, he felt his stomach sink a little in dread, and he couldn't resist adding at least a similar thought to what he'd been considering.
"If it's the same or worse than what has come before, it might indeed be likely that you would gain support."
"How many votes would you say you need?" he added, wondering if there would be enough members willing to vote for the motion.
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"I'm all ears to hear your plan, for I, too, worry for the future of our country," Nikolias said, almost in a tone of relief. "And if there is a chance that the Senate might support it- eventually anyway- all the better."
Well, most likely.
Though Irakles was his cousin, Nikolias was well aware that the man could be nefarious. It was, in a way, why he had dreaded coming to dinner. Sometimes, the man's ideas seemed...less than orthodox. But he'd rather trust his cousin, after all, than a lot of people lately. They seemed to have a complicated relationship, but in a way, having family on the court seemed to make things easier for Nikolias, given that there were a few members he was warier of than others, or who were his family rivals...or sometimes both. Irakles was also someone with whom Nikolias found it easy enough to socialize at events where the nobles were invited.
He leaned forward a little, hands on his knees, ready to listen. With luck, Irakles' plan would be a successful one as well as a doable one.
"But first things first, I believe. Start with the disturbing news you have caught wind of, if you please." Though really, Nikolias thought it was hard to think of what might be more disturbing than what they were already experiencing and watching under Stephanos' rule so far. He glanced at his son, knowing by his words that Nikos most likely would agree with that thought, even if Nikolias himself did not voice it aloud. Still, despite himself, he felt his stomach sink a little in dread, and he couldn't resist adding at least a similar thought to what he'd been considering.
"If it's the same or worse than what has come before, it might indeed be likely that you would gain support."
"How many votes would you say you need?" he added, wondering if there would be enough members willing to vote for the motion.
"I'm all ears to hear your plan, for I, too, worry for the future of our country," Nikolias said, almost in a tone of relief. "And if there is a chance that the Senate might support it- eventually anyway- all the better."
Well, most likely.
Though Irakles was his cousin, Nikolias was well aware that the man could be nefarious. It was, in a way, why he had dreaded coming to dinner. Sometimes, the man's ideas seemed...less than orthodox. But he'd rather trust his cousin, after all, than a lot of people lately. They seemed to have a complicated relationship, but in a way, having family on the court seemed to make things easier for Nikolias, given that there were a few members he was warier of than others, or who were his family rivals...or sometimes both. Irakles was also someone with whom Nikolias found it easy enough to socialize at events where the nobles were invited.
He leaned forward a little, hands on his knees, ready to listen. With luck, Irakles' plan would be a successful one as well as a doable one.
"But first things first, I believe. Start with the disturbing news you have caught wind of, if you please." Though really, Nikolias thought it was hard to think of what might be more disturbing than what they were already experiencing and watching under Stephanos' rule so far. He glanced at his son, knowing by his words that Nikos most likely would agree with that thought, even if Nikolias himself did not voice it aloud. Still, despite himself, he felt his stomach sink a little in dread, and he couldn't resist adding at least a similar thought to what he'd been considering.
"If it's the same or worse than what has come before, it might indeed be likely that you would gain support."
"How many votes would you say you need?" he added, wondering if there would be enough members willing to vote for the motion.
Irakles gave a gruff smile, coming off as amused but still worried at Nikolias's response, even if he internally smirked. It was just as he thought - the Condos lord held no trust and faith in the leadership of his nephew, especially after the spectacle Stephanos had proven himself to be over the last few years. Time for the old Mikaelidas male to take advantage of that. And it was perfect that the elder of the Condos lords actually had no designs on the throne. It would be years yet before Nikolias kicks the bucket and Irakles would have to watch out for Nikos, but for now, he had more immediate plans.
Shifting in his seat, Irakles waited till Nikolias got himself comfortable, and then rearranged the features of his face into one of great concern as he continued. "I have facts to prove that my nephew is not as innocent as we've been led to belief in the death of my brother and our former crown prince." Irakles finally revealed, the first part of his grand plan to get Stephanos ousted in the next Senate meet, a week hence from today. "A servant has shown me a bloodied tunic found in his quarters, and to make matters worst, I've had civilians come and tell me of their accounts of a hooded figure with the looks of the Creed, yet they see the signet ring of our current King upon his finger." His brows wrinkled in a show of distaste and worry as he leaned back in his seat, and observed the reactions of the two Condos lords.
"I simply need enough votes so we would put my nephew on trial - he may be innocent but he may also not be, and I think our kingdom deserves the truth, my lords." Irakles paused, still considering the two other's seated acros him, before he asked. "Would you agree to my suggestion to at least question Stephanos appropriately? The truth is necessary."
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Irakles gave a gruff smile, coming off as amused but still worried at Nikolias's response, even if he internally smirked. It was just as he thought - the Condos lord held no trust and faith in the leadership of his nephew, especially after the spectacle Stephanos had proven himself to be over the last few years. Time for the old Mikaelidas male to take advantage of that. And it was perfect that the elder of the Condos lords actually had no designs on the throne. It would be years yet before Nikolias kicks the bucket and Irakles would have to watch out for Nikos, but for now, he had more immediate plans.
Shifting in his seat, Irakles waited till Nikolias got himself comfortable, and then rearranged the features of his face into one of great concern as he continued. "I have facts to prove that my nephew is not as innocent as we've been led to belief in the death of my brother and our former crown prince." Irakles finally revealed, the first part of his grand plan to get Stephanos ousted in the next Senate meet, a week hence from today. "A servant has shown me a bloodied tunic found in his quarters, and to make matters worst, I've had civilians come and tell me of their accounts of a hooded figure with the looks of the Creed, yet they see the signet ring of our current King upon his finger." His brows wrinkled in a show of distaste and worry as he leaned back in his seat, and observed the reactions of the two Condos lords.
"I simply need enough votes so we would put my nephew on trial - he may be innocent but he may also not be, and I think our kingdom deserves the truth, my lords." Irakles paused, still considering the two other's seated acros him, before he asked. "Would you agree to my suggestion to at least question Stephanos appropriately? The truth is necessary."
Irakles gave a gruff smile, coming off as amused but still worried at Nikolias's response, even if he internally smirked. It was just as he thought - the Condos lord held no trust and faith in the leadership of his nephew, especially after the spectacle Stephanos had proven himself to be over the last few years. Time for the old Mikaelidas male to take advantage of that. And it was perfect that the elder of the Condos lords actually had no designs on the throne. It would be years yet before Nikolias kicks the bucket and Irakles would have to watch out for Nikos, but for now, he had more immediate plans.
Shifting in his seat, Irakles waited till Nikolias got himself comfortable, and then rearranged the features of his face into one of great concern as he continued. "I have facts to prove that my nephew is not as innocent as we've been led to belief in the death of my brother and our former crown prince." Irakles finally revealed, the first part of his grand plan to get Stephanos ousted in the next Senate meet, a week hence from today. "A servant has shown me a bloodied tunic found in his quarters, and to make matters worst, I've had civilians come and tell me of their accounts of a hooded figure with the looks of the Creed, yet they see the signet ring of our current King upon his finger." His brows wrinkled in a show of distaste and worry as he leaned back in his seat, and observed the reactions of the two Condos lords.
"I simply need enough votes so we would put my nephew on trial - he may be innocent but he may also not be, and I think our kingdom deserves the truth, my lords." Irakles paused, still considering the two other's seated acros him, before he asked. "Would you agree to my suggestion to at least question Stephanos appropriately? The truth is necessary."
"The Creed?" Despite himself, a shiver raised the hairs on Nikolias' neck. "That is...unusual. But perhaps not impossible. No, wait, what am I saying? Very little- if not nothing- is impossible if and when one has the right connections. And in all honesty, I wouldn't put such behavior past Stephanos. What do you think, Nikos?" He asked his son after a moment to digest this news himself.
He struggled for a moment with whether or not to say anything more, like questioning whether or not Stephanos was informed enough to know just whom or what he might be messing with if he was indeed in contact with the Creed. And he actually literally bit his tongue to keep himself from possibly offending Irakles with the notion that perhaps uncle and nephew were not so far removed from each other. If Stephanos could potentially contact the Creed, would Irakles have done the same in his nephew's place? These were questions he'd have liked to ask, but he knew better than to push too far at the moment. With what he'd confided in Irakles before Nikos had arrived, he thought perhaps things were precarious enough. And in any case, there was a possibility that even if Irakles mighthave contacted the Creed if he'd been in a similar position to Stephanos, Irakles was still infinitely more trustworthy, and in any case, he was definitely more experienced.
And Nikolias would cling to that possibility with all his might. He felt he had no choice. He might be jumping from one hot cooking pot into another, but he'd rather do that than concede that Taengea was perhaps doomed.
Anything but that.
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"The Creed?" Despite himself, a shiver raised the hairs on Nikolias' neck. "That is...unusual. But perhaps not impossible. No, wait, what am I saying? Very little- if not nothing- is impossible if and when one has the right connections. And in all honesty, I wouldn't put such behavior past Stephanos. What do you think, Nikos?" He asked his son after a moment to digest this news himself.
He struggled for a moment with whether or not to say anything more, like questioning whether or not Stephanos was informed enough to know just whom or what he might be messing with if he was indeed in contact with the Creed. And he actually literally bit his tongue to keep himself from possibly offending Irakles with the notion that perhaps uncle and nephew were not so far removed from each other. If Stephanos could potentially contact the Creed, would Irakles have done the same in his nephew's place? These were questions he'd have liked to ask, but he knew better than to push too far at the moment. With what he'd confided in Irakles before Nikos had arrived, he thought perhaps things were precarious enough. And in any case, there was a possibility that even if Irakles mighthave contacted the Creed if he'd been in a similar position to Stephanos, Irakles was still infinitely more trustworthy, and in any case, he was definitely more experienced.
And Nikolias would cling to that possibility with all his might. He felt he had no choice. He might be jumping from one hot cooking pot into another, but he'd rather do that than concede that Taengea was perhaps doomed.
Anything but that.
"The Creed?" Despite himself, a shiver raised the hairs on Nikolias' neck. "That is...unusual. But perhaps not impossible. No, wait, what am I saying? Very little- if not nothing- is impossible if and when one has the right connections. And in all honesty, I wouldn't put such behavior past Stephanos. What do you think, Nikos?" He asked his son after a moment to digest this news himself.
He struggled for a moment with whether or not to say anything more, like questioning whether or not Stephanos was informed enough to know just whom or what he might be messing with if he was indeed in contact with the Creed. And he actually literally bit his tongue to keep himself from possibly offending Irakles with the notion that perhaps uncle and nephew were not so far removed from each other. If Stephanos could potentially contact the Creed, would Irakles have done the same in his nephew's place? These were questions he'd have liked to ask, but he knew better than to push too far at the moment. With what he'd confided in Irakles before Nikos had arrived, he thought perhaps things were precarious enough. And in any case, there was a possibility that even if Irakles mighthave contacted the Creed if he'd been in a similar position to Stephanos, Irakles was still infinitely more trustworthy, and in any case, he was definitely more experienced.
And Nikolias would cling to that possibility with all his might. He felt he had no choice. He might be jumping from one hot cooking pot into another, but he'd rather do that than concede that Taengea was perhaps doomed.
Anything but that.
Irakles had planned carefully to get to this day, and while he needed the votes, he wouldn't show all his cards just yet. He knew how to play it just enough, so it would tip the Condos to his favor. Afterall, the Condos, Nikos in particular, had never favored his nephew as the King. He had always been too playful, too flippant to be seen as a fit leader - something Irakles had counted on. The more rumors and women Stephanos slept with, the more it solidified Irakles's claim that he was unfit to rule.
Turning to watch as the father addressed son, he smiled when he saw the younger heir to the Condos household's lips curl into a smile, even as he nodded at both Irakles and his father, nodding in agreement. "King Stephanos has much to prove before he is fit to be seen as a ruler. He has not had the training the late crown prince had, and to step in so quickly as ruler spells disaster for our kingdom." he murmured, taking a sip of the rich wine they had brought as a gift for Irakles.
The elder male smiled, nodding in a show of respect for the young man's thoughts. But in truth, Irakles had counted on it - Nikos wanted Stephanos out, and Nikolias would go with his son's decision. Even if Nikolias was suspicious, Nikos's want for the crown, or at least getting closer to it, would override any cause for concern that it would be Irakles's turn in the seat next.
"You have my vote, Prince Irakles."
Internally, Irakles crowed. His plan was falling into place, its pieces surely but surely being arranged into the grand finale, and with the last votes he needed, victory in the Senate would be his, so close he could almost smell it. Besides, all they wanted, the royal houses of Taengea, was only to see their kingdom brought to glory and success, ways in which would only benefit their people, and themselves.
How suitable then, that Irakles was the perfect person to lead them there.
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Irakles had planned carefully to get to this day, and while he needed the votes, he wouldn't show all his cards just yet. He knew how to play it just enough, so it would tip the Condos to his favor. Afterall, the Condos, Nikos in particular, had never favored his nephew as the King. He had always been too playful, too flippant to be seen as a fit leader - something Irakles had counted on. The more rumors and women Stephanos slept with, the more it solidified Irakles's claim that he was unfit to rule.
Turning to watch as the father addressed son, he smiled when he saw the younger heir to the Condos household's lips curl into a smile, even as he nodded at both Irakles and his father, nodding in agreement. "King Stephanos has much to prove before he is fit to be seen as a ruler. He has not had the training the late crown prince had, and to step in so quickly as ruler spells disaster for our kingdom." he murmured, taking a sip of the rich wine they had brought as a gift for Irakles.
The elder male smiled, nodding in a show of respect for the young man's thoughts. But in truth, Irakles had counted on it - Nikos wanted Stephanos out, and Nikolias would go with his son's decision. Even if Nikolias was suspicious, Nikos's want for the crown, or at least getting closer to it, would override any cause for concern that it would be Irakles's turn in the seat next.
"You have my vote, Prince Irakles."
Internally, Irakles crowed. His plan was falling into place, its pieces surely but surely being arranged into the grand finale, and with the last votes he needed, victory in the Senate would be his, so close he could almost smell it. Besides, all they wanted, the royal houses of Taengea, was only to see their kingdom brought to glory and success, ways in which would only benefit their people, and themselves.
How suitable then, that Irakles was the perfect person to lead them there.
Irakles had planned carefully to get to this day, and while he needed the votes, he wouldn't show all his cards just yet. He knew how to play it just enough, so it would tip the Condos to his favor. Afterall, the Condos, Nikos in particular, had never favored his nephew as the King. He had always been too playful, too flippant to be seen as a fit leader - something Irakles had counted on. The more rumors and women Stephanos slept with, the more it solidified Irakles's claim that he was unfit to rule.
Turning to watch as the father addressed son, he smiled when he saw the younger heir to the Condos household's lips curl into a smile, even as he nodded at both Irakles and his father, nodding in agreement. "King Stephanos has much to prove before he is fit to be seen as a ruler. He has not had the training the late crown prince had, and to step in so quickly as ruler spells disaster for our kingdom." he murmured, taking a sip of the rich wine they had brought as a gift for Irakles.
The elder male smiled, nodding in a show of respect for the young man's thoughts. But in truth, Irakles had counted on it - Nikos wanted Stephanos out, and Nikolias would go with his son's decision. Even if Nikolias was suspicious, Nikos's want for the crown, or at least getting closer to it, would override any cause for concern that it would be Irakles's turn in the seat next.
"You have my vote, Prince Irakles."
Internally, Irakles crowed. His plan was falling into place, its pieces surely but surely being arranged into the grand finale, and with the last votes he needed, victory in the Senate would be his, so close he could almost smell it. Besides, all they wanted, the royal houses of Taengea, was only to see their kingdom brought to glory and success, ways in which would only benefit their people, and themselves.
How suitable then, that Irakles was the perfect person to lead them there.