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One thing you grew accustomed to as a Leventi in Taengea was the ambition of men. From one of the most influential houses in the kingdom, they were ripe with dowries that any manner of social climbers fought to claim. It was nothing new; being approached by wealthy merchants or lower level nobles intent on making a name for themselves. It was amazing Evelli juggled them so expertly while ensuring her daughters were never ensnared by a gentleman breathing sweet words of affection while scheming to line their coffers. Because as far as Theodora was concerned, matches made of love were antiquated and terribly ignorant. Love didn’t conquer empires. Love didn’t enhance your status in society. And so the most intelligent thing a woman could do was to think more of her future and less of her feelings.
So when Dysmas of Nikolaos attempted to insert himself into their party with moon eyes at Evie, Theo felt nothing but annoyance. Because she had little time to escort a lesser-born foreigner who had the hopes of somehow finding a leg up where there wasn’t a foothold for him. She paused in her ministrations to look up at the Lord who somehow meant to escort the girls in a bid for chivalry. “Accompany.” A man who towered over every girl here and a foreigner no less would automatically draw attention away from them and for all the wrong reasons.
She brushed a curl off her shoulder and straightened her back as she took Evie’s hand; squeezing it intently as she offered the man a deceptively polite smile. “Oh, I’m afraid that just isn’t possible, Lord Nikolai.. We have a previous engagement that we don’t wish to be late to.. Don’t we ladies?” Theo glanced at Evie and Olympia pointedly; letting them know without a word that his accompaniment was unwanted and unacceptable.
Before they could speak, she finished with a dismissal and a cool nod of her head. “Good day, My Lord. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in Taengea..” Squeezing her hand again, she stepped around Dysmas; taking Evie with her and leaving him behind. When they were out of earshot, Theo leaned in towards the girl and Olympia if she’d followed. “Evangelina. Darling, you are still young. Eighteen if but a day. Don’t sell yourself short and so early on. You have more potential than a lesser noble from a foreign kingdom.” She turned to face both girls and took Evie's chin gently between her fingers. “You are a Leventi. You could be a queen one day.” She looked at Pia as well. “Both of you. If you have a chance to roll your dice, make sure it’s worth the gamble.”
She looked over Evie’s shoulder at the giant-sized Athenian. “Come, my dear... You can help me find a prince. For I have my own ambitions this afternoon.” She looked back at Evie and winked playfully. “Besides.. Leventi’s are notorious for winning the Queen of Maliania contest and what fun would the love festival be if we didn’t at least make an attempt?”
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One thing you grew accustomed to as a Leventi in Taengea was the ambition of men. From one of the most influential houses in the kingdom, they were ripe with dowries that any manner of social climbers fought to claim. It was nothing new; being approached by wealthy merchants or lower level nobles intent on making a name for themselves. It was amazing Evelli juggled them so expertly while ensuring her daughters were never ensnared by a gentleman breathing sweet words of affection while scheming to line their coffers. Because as far as Theodora was concerned, matches made of love were antiquated and terribly ignorant. Love didn’t conquer empires. Love didn’t enhance your status in society. And so the most intelligent thing a woman could do was to think more of her future and less of her feelings.
So when Dysmas of Nikolaos attempted to insert himself into their party with moon eyes at Evie, Theo felt nothing but annoyance. Because she had little time to escort a lesser-born foreigner who had the hopes of somehow finding a leg up where there wasn’t a foothold for him. She paused in her ministrations to look up at the Lord who somehow meant to escort the girls in a bid for chivalry. “Accompany.” A man who towered over every girl here and a foreigner no less would automatically draw attention away from them and for all the wrong reasons.
She brushed a curl off her shoulder and straightened her back as she took Evie’s hand; squeezing it intently as she offered the man a deceptively polite smile. “Oh, I’m afraid that just isn’t possible, Lord Nikolai.. We have a previous engagement that we don’t wish to be late to.. Don’t we ladies?” Theo glanced at Evie and Olympia pointedly; letting them know without a word that his accompaniment was unwanted and unacceptable.
Before they could speak, she finished with a dismissal and a cool nod of her head. “Good day, My Lord. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in Taengea..” Squeezing her hand again, she stepped around Dysmas; taking Evie with her and leaving him behind. When they were out of earshot, Theo leaned in towards the girl and Olympia if she’d followed. “Evangelina. Darling, you are still young. Eighteen if but a day. Don’t sell yourself short and so early on. You have more potential than a lesser noble from a foreign kingdom.” She turned to face both girls and took Evie's chin gently between her fingers. “You are a Leventi. You could be a queen one day.” She looked at Pia as well. “Both of you. If you have a chance to roll your dice, make sure it’s worth the gamble.”
She looked over Evie’s shoulder at the giant-sized Athenian. “Come, my dear... You can help me find a prince. For I have my own ambitions this afternoon.” She looked back at Evie and winked playfully. “Besides.. Leventi’s are notorious for winning the Queen of Maliania contest and what fun would the love festival be if we didn’t at least make an attempt?”
One thing you grew accustomed to as a Leventi in Taengea was the ambition of men. From one of the most influential houses in the kingdom, they were ripe with dowries that any manner of social climbers fought to claim. It was nothing new; being approached by wealthy merchants or lower level nobles intent on making a name for themselves. It was amazing Evelli juggled them so expertly while ensuring her daughters were never ensnared by a gentleman breathing sweet words of affection while scheming to line their coffers. Because as far as Theodora was concerned, matches made of love were antiquated and terribly ignorant. Love didn’t conquer empires. Love didn’t enhance your status in society. And so the most intelligent thing a woman could do was to think more of her future and less of her feelings.
So when Dysmas of Nikolaos attempted to insert himself into their party with moon eyes at Evie, Theo felt nothing but annoyance. Because she had little time to escort a lesser-born foreigner who had the hopes of somehow finding a leg up where there wasn’t a foothold for him. She paused in her ministrations to look up at the Lord who somehow meant to escort the girls in a bid for chivalry. “Accompany.” A man who towered over every girl here and a foreigner no less would automatically draw attention away from them and for all the wrong reasons.
She brushed a curl off her shoulder and straightened her back as she took Evie’s hand; squeezing it intently as she offered the man a deceptively polite smile. “Oh, I’m afraid that just isn’t possible, Lord Nikolai.. We have a previous engagement that we don’t wish to be late to.. Don’t we ladies?” Theo glanced at Evie and Olympia pointedly; letting them know without a word that his accompaniment was unwanted and unacceptable.
Before they could speak, she finished with a dismissal and a cool nod of her head. “Good day, My Lord. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in Taengea..” Squeezing her hand again, she stepped around Dysmas; taking Evie with her and leaving him behind. When they were out of earshot, Theo leaned in towards the girl and Olympia if she’d followed. “Evangelina. Darling, you are still young. Eighteen if but a day. Don’t sell yourself short and so early on. You have more potential than a lesser noble from a foreign kingdom.” She turned to face both girls and took Evie's chin gently between her fingers. “You are a Leventi. You could be a queen one day.” She looked at Pia as well. “Both of you. If you have a chance to roll your dice, make sure it’s worth the gamble.”
She looked over Evie’s shoulder at the giant-sized Athenian. “Come, my dear... You can help me find a prince. For I have my own ambitions this afternoon.” She looked back at Evie and winked playfully. “Besides.. Leventi’s are notorious for winning the Queen of Maliania contest and what fun would the love festival be if we didn’t at least make an attempt?”
Lady Theodora’s words were unfortunate, and though perhaps she lacked subtlety, she didn’t lack eloquence. Whether or not they were true, though, was another matter. It was possible that Evangelina had simply forgotten she had a prior engagement with her cousins that he could not join, but so too was it possible that Theodora simply may not desire his presence with Evangelina this day or for this event.
Whichever the case, the outcome was clear: He would not be permitted to follow. It may be that they happen upon one another again whilst at the festival, but Dysmas would be left to find company and entertainment on his own. It was not an entirely unexpected development, but one he and Evangelina had been hopeful to avoid.
He accepted the Fates’ judgement. He was more offended the Lady had intentionally used the incorrect family name to address him than he was at being dismissed. Were his sister here, Theodora could certainly have expected a few choice words and possibly a bruised ego to accompany the insult -- Thalia never was the most tactful of Ladies. Thankfully, Thalia was an ocean away, and Dysmas was a much more humble personality.
“Ah. Then, my best wishes for your day's activities, My Ladies.” The Lord gave the women a bow as they took their leave.
He was disappointed, surely, but as the other Leventis had begun to pair off or otherwise split up he found he was left alone. He could head to the fountain on his own he supposed, though he wouldn’t want to make Theodora uncomfortable -- so that wasn’t an option. Dysmas began to move through the crowd, standing taller than most who were present, which always gained him a few stares. Or perhaps they were staring because he looked lost.
Well… he supposed he was a bit lost for direction, so if that was the case, they wouldn’t be wrong.
Dysmas scratched the back of his head with uncertainty. He could not help but overhear pieces of a conversation between a pair of women walking near to him. He had not yet spotted them, but from what he could gather, the voices he focused on within the crowd described a spill of wine on a chiton. One woman believed it looked as a hawk, the other seemed to think it more resembled a rabbit.
Dysmas spun around, catching a glimpse of the women with linked arms. It was the taller of the two, in her billowing lilac chiton that had the stain he knew only from their discussion to be wine. In admiring the mark, he could see what they could not: the splotch was no hawk in flight, but rather, a phoenix rising with outspread wings. It reminded him of his family’s crest. The timing could not be coincidental, Dysmas mused.
Was this to be a sign of direction?
What Dysmas had not caught, as he had been lost in his own thoughts, was the mention of “her highness”. He had never met the Taengean royalty before and was, therefore, unable to recognize a member of the royal family on sight. The ladies were seemingly unguarded at the time of his approach, but although Dysmas had not seen any guards or guardians with them, he was sure someone in the vicinity was keeping an eye on them.
“Excuse me,” he greeted them with a bow of respect, hoping not to alarm them or those who might be watching, “Please forgive my intrusion upon your day. This festival is foreign to me; I am not sure what to expect or where to begin. Would you ladies be opposed to helping me? I fear I may miss out on all the festival has to offer without some guidance, but I wouldn’t wish to be a burden on your own plans for the afternoon.”
Had it truly been a sign? Or merely wishful thinking...
It would be nice not to spend the Love Festival alone.
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Lady Theodora’s words were unfortunate, and though perhaps she lacked subtlety, she didn’t lack eloquence. Whether or not they were true, though, was another matter. It was possible that Evangelina had simply forgotten she had a prior engagement with her cousins that he could not join, but so too was it possible that Theodora simply may not desire his presence with Evangelina this day or for this event.
Whichever the case, the outcome was clear: He would not be permitted to follow. It may be that they happen upon one another again whilst at the festival, but Dysmas would be left to find company and entertainment on his own. It was not an entirely unexpected development, but one he and Evangelina had been hopeful to avoid.
He accepted the Fates’ judgement. He was more offended the Lady had intentionally used the incorrect family name to address him than he was at being dismissed. Were his sister here, Theodora could certainly have expected a few choice words and possibly a bruised ego to accompany the insult -- Thalia never was the most tactful of Ladies. Thankfully, Thalia was an ocean away, and Dysmas was a much more humble personality.
“Ah. Then, my best wishes for your day's activities, My Ladies.” The Lord gave the women a bow as they took their leave.
He was disappointed, surely, but as the other Leventis had begun to pair off or otherwise split up he found he was left alone. He could head to the fountain on his own he supposed, though he wouldn’t want to make Theodora uncomfortable -- so that wasn’t an option. Dysmas began to move through the crowd, standing taller than most who were present, which always gained him a few stares. Or perhaps they were staring because he looked lost.
Well… he supposed he was a bit lost for direction, so if that was the case, they wouldn’t be wrong.
Dysmas scratched the back of his head with uncertainty. He could not help but overhear pieces of a conversation between a pair of women walking near to him. He had not yet spotted them, but from what he could gather, the voices he focused on within the crowd described a spill of wine on a chiton. One woman believed it looked as a hawk, the other seemed to think it more resembled a rabbit.
Dysmas spun around, catching a glimpse of the women with linked arms. It was the taller of the two, in her billowing lilac chiton that had the stain he knew only from their discussion to be wine. In admiring the mark, he could see what they could not: the splotch was no hawk in flight, but rather, a phoenix rising with outspread wings. It reminded him of his family’s crest. The timing could not be coincidental, Dysmas mused.
Was this to be a sign of direction?
What Dysmas had not caught, as he had been lost in his own thoughts, was the mention of “her highness”. He had never met the Taengean royalty before and was, therefore, unable to recognize a member of the royal family on sight. The ladies were seemingly unguarded at the time of his approach, but although Dysmas had not seen any guards or guardians with them, he was sure someone in the vicinity was keeping an eye on them.
“Excuse me,” he greeted them with a bow of respect, hoping not to alarm them or those who might be watching, “Please forgive my intrusion upon your day. This festival is foreign to me; I am not sure what to expect or where to begin. Would you ladies be opposed to helping me? I fear I may miss out on all the festival has to offer without some guidance, but I wouldn’t wish to be a burden on your own plans for the afternoon.”
Had it truly been a sign? Or merely wishful thinking...
It would be nice not to spend the Love Festival alone.
Lady Theodora’s words were unfortunate, and though perhaps she lacked subtlety, she didn’t lack eloquence. Whether or not they were true, though, was another matter. It was possible that Evangelina had simply forgotten she had a prior engagement with her cousins that he could not join, but so too was it possible that Theodora simply may not desire his presence with Evangelina this day or for this event.
Whichever the case, the outcome was clear: He would not be permitted to follow. It may be that they happen upon one another again whilst at the festival, but Dysmas would be left to find company and entertainment on his own. It was not an entirely unexpected development, but one he and Evangelina had been hopeful to avoid.
He accepted the Fates’ judgement. He was more offended the Lady had intentionally used the incorrect family name to address him than he was at being dismissed. Were his sister here, Theodora could certainly have expected a few choice words and possibly a bruised ego to accompany the insult -- Thalia never was the most tactful of Ladies. Thankfully, Thalia was an ocean away, and Dysmas was a much more humble personality.
“Ah. Then, my best wishes for your day's activities, My Ladies.” The Lord gave the women a bow as they took their leave.
He was disappointed, surely, but as the other Leventis had begun to pair off or otherwise split up he found he was left alone. He could head to the fountain on his own he supposed, though he wouldn’t want to make Theodora uncomfortable -- so that wasn’t an option. Dysmas began to move through the crowd, standing taller than most who were present, which always gained him a few stares. Or perhaps they were staring because he looked lost.
Well… he supposed he was a bit lost for direction, so if that was the case, they wouldn’t be wrong.
Dysmas scratched the back of his head with uncertainty. He could not help but overhear pieces of a conversation between a pair of women walking near to him. He had not yet spotted them, but from what he could gather, the voices he focused on within the crowd described a spill of wine on a chiton. One woman believed it looked as a hawk, the other seemed to think it more resembled a rabbit.
Dysmas spun around, catching a glimpse of the women with linked arms. It was the taller of the two, in her billowing lilac chiton that had the stain he knew only from their discussion to be wine. In admiring the mark, he could see what they could not: the splotch was no hawk in flight, but rather, a phoenix rising with outspread wings. It reminded him of his family’s crest. The timing could not be coincidental, Dysmas mused.
Was this to be a sign of direction?
What Dysmas had not caught, as he had been lost in his own thoughts, was the mention of “her highness”. He had never met the Taengean royalty before and was, therefore, unable to recognize a member of the royal family on sight. The ladies were seemingly unguarded at the time of his approach, but although Dysmas had not seen any guards or guardians with them, he was sure someone in the vicinity was keeping an eye on them.
“Excuse me,” he greeted them with a bow of respect, hoping not to alarm them or those who might be watching, “Please forgive my intrusion upon your day. This festival is foreign to me; I am not sure what to expect or where to begin. Would you ladies be opposed to helping me? I fear I may miss out on all the festival has to offer without some guidance, but I wouldn’t wish to be a burden on your own plans for the afternoon.”
Had it truly been a sign? Or merely wishful thinking...
It would be nice not to spend the Love Festival alone.
"Perhaps so, Your Highness. But it is entirely up to the interpretation of whoever views it. I have to say, I personally think it looks more like a rabbit, myself."
Gianna took a moment to consider her new friend’s words, tugging at her skirts to get a better view of the wine stain until she, too, could see the rabbit’s ears and the faintest of whiskers. Satisfied, she released the fabric and rested her newly freed hand on Zenais’s arm—the one she still held captive at the elbow. As the two women reintegrated into the crowd, Gianna could not help the undue awareness and discomfort that lingered beneath the surface as she felt the weight of countless pairs of eyes. Suddenly embarrassed by the guards in her tread, she almost missed Zenais’s question about the company she kept for the day.
“Oh, yes, I fear I am quite alone this year. My siblings opted to stay in Vasiliádon for one reason or another and Mother and Father had pressing business to attend to. But I find it rather exciting to leave the city and experience the people and provinces of Taengea,” Gianna’s voice trailed off as she stole another glance at the Royal guards lazily trailing behind them. Visibly unsettled, she momentarily released Zenais to confront the men. “Kosmos, Pyrrhos, go enjoy the festival.” She silenced their confused attempts to protest as she continued, “That is an order. I find your presence suffocating which is impeding my own ability to enjoy the day. Now go, Zenais and I shall be fine.”
Taking Zenais by the arm once more, Gianna whisked the older girl away into the throng of people before the guards had time to process her tantrum and stop them from escaping. Her pace slowed only when she was certain that Kosmos and Pyrrhos had lost their visual. A rare, impish grin had been etched into Gianna’s features during their escape and beamed down at Zenais, the rebellion fueling her fire. About to speak, another voice drew her attention. Gianna’s breath caught in her throat as she assessed the owner of the voice—she could not recall ever having encountered anyone so tall.
“Please forgive my intrusion upon your day. This festival is foreign to me; I am not sure what to expect or where to begin. Would you ladies be opposed to helping me? I fear I may miss out on all the festival has to offer without some guidance, but I wouldn’t wish to be a burden on your own plans for the afternoon.”
Ah, a foreigner, that would explain the impressive stature, the princess thought, taking in their newest companion once more. Perhaps even more striking than his height were his eyes. As blue as the Aegean, they shone with a sincerity Gianna had all but given up on seeing amongst the Taengean nobility. Offering Dysmas her sweetest smile, she responded, “You have certainly come to the right place, my friend was just about to introduce me to the delicacies of Maliania. You are more than welcome to join us.”
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"Perhaps so, Your Highness. But it is entirely up to the interpretation of whoever views it. I have to say, I personally think it looks more like a rabbit, myself."
Gianna took a moment to consider her new friend’s words, tugging at her skirts to get a better view of the wine stain until she, too, could see the rabbit’s ears and the faintest of whiskers. Satisfied, she released the fabric and rested her newly freed hand on Zenais’s arm—the one she still held captive at the elbow. As the two women reintegrated into the crowd, Gianna could not help the undue awareness and discomfort that lingered beneath the surface as she felt the weight of countless pairs of eyes. Suddenly embarrassed by the guards in her tread, she almost missed Zenais’s question about the company she kept for the day.
“Oh, yes, I fear I am quite alone this year. My siblings opted to stay in Vasiliádon for one reason or another and Mother and Father had pressing business to attend to. But I find it rather exciting to leave the city and experience the people and provinces of Taengea,” Gianna’s voice trailed off as she stole another glance at the Royal guards lazily trailing behind them. Visibly unsettled, she momentarily released Zenais to confront the men. “Kosmos, Pyrrhos, go enjoy the festival.” She silenced their confused attempts to protest as she continued, “That is an order. I find your presence suffocating which is impeding my own ability to enjoy the day. Now go, Zenais and I shall be fine.”
Taking Zenais by the arm once more, Gianna whisked the older girl away into the throng of people before the guards had time to process her tantrum and stop them from escaping. Her pace slowed only when she was certain that Kosmos and Pyrrhos had lost their visual. A rare, impish grin had been etched into Gianna’s features during their escape and beamed down at Zenais, the rebellion fueling her fire. About to speak, another voice drew her attention. Gianna’s breath caught in her throat as she assessed the owner of the voice—she could not recall ever having encountered anyone so tall.
“Please forgive my intrusion upon your day. This festival is foreign to me; I am not sure what to expect or where to begin. Would you ladies be opposed to helping me? I fear I may miss out on all the festival has to offer without some guidance, but I wouldn’t wish to be a burden on your own plans for the afternoon.”
Ah, a foreigner, that would explain the impressive stature, the princess thought, taking in their newest companion once more. Perhaps even more striking than his height were his eyes. As blue as the Aegean, they shone with a sincerity Gianna had all but given up on seeing amongst the Taengean nobility. Offering Dysmas her sweetest smile, she responded, “You have certainly come to the right place, my friend was just about to introduce me to the delicacies of Maliania. You are more than welcome to join us.”
"Perhaps so, Your Highness. But it is entirely up to the interpretation of whoever views it. I have to say, I personally think it looks more like a rabbit, myself."
Gianna took a moment to consider her new friend’s words, tugging at her skirts to get a better view of the wine stain until she, too, could see the rabbit’s ears and the faintest of whiskers. Satisfied, she released the fabric and rested her newly freed hand on Zenais’s arm—the one she still held captive at the elbow. As the two women reintegrated into the crowd, Gianna could not help the undue awareness and discomfort that lingered beneath the surface as she felt the weight of countless pairs of eyes. Suddenly embarrassed by the guards in her tread, she almost missed Zenais’s question about the company she kept for the day.
“Oh, yes, I fear I am quite alone this year. My siblings opted to stay in Vasiliádon for one reason or another and Mother and Father had pressing business to attend to. But I find it rather exciting to leave the city and experience the people and provinces of Taengea,” Gianna’s voice trailed off as she stole another glance at the Royal guards lazily trailing behind them. Visibly unsettled, she momentarily released Zenais to confront the men. “Kosmos, Pyrrhos, go enjoy the festival.” She silenced their confused attempts to protest as she continued, “That is an order. I find your presence suffocating which is impeding my own ability to enjoy the day. Now go, Zenais and I shall be fine.”
Taking Zenais by the arm once more, Gianna whisked the older girl away into the throng of people before the guards had time to process her tantrum and stop them from escaping. Her pace slowed only when she was certain that Kosmos and Pyrrhos had lost their visual. A rare, impish grin had been etched into Gianna’s features during their escape and beamed down at Zenais, the rebellion fueling her fire. About to speak, another voice drew her attention. Gianna’s breath caught in her throat as she assessed the owner of the voice—she could not recall ever having encountered anyone so tall.
“Please forgive my intrusion upon your day. This festival is foreign to me; I am not sure what to expect or where to begin. Would you ladies be opposed to helping me? I fear I may miss out on all the festival has to offer without some guidance, but I wouldn’t wish to be a burden on your own plans for the afternoon.”
Ah, a foreigner, that would explain the impressive stature, the princess thought, taking in their newest companion once more. Perhaps even more striking than his height were his eyes. As blue as the Aegean, they shone with a sincerity Gianna had all but given up on seeing amongst the Taengean nobility. Offering Dysmas her sweetest smile, she responded, “You have certainly come to the right place, my friend was just about to introduce me to the delicacies of Maliania. You are more than welcome to join us.”
Having always been her more outspoken daughter, quite unlike the soft subservience she had experienced from her first three, Nana's petulant look as Evelli chided her had the matriarch of the family scowling at her young daughter, an expression she had never wanted to wear at a festival in a province that prized beauty. Hearing no words of argument coming from the blonde however, she did not allow the silence to prolong, and instead waved for the maids to bring the young twenty-one year old to change. She may not be the ageof her elder three sisters, but Nana was of marriageable age and she did not want her daughter to flagrantly display herself as if she was some cheap dockside whore.
When Nana eventually appeared again in the more decent sky blue chiton, fibulae's fastening over her shoulders, and the remainder of the chiffon material falling like the color of the sky over her daughter's fair arms, Evelli nodded her approval. Wandering over, her hands fixed a few of the blonde locks which had went out place, tucking them behind her ear before finally taking Nana's hand. "You will not wander far from me, do you hear me Nana?" Evelli instructed just as they returned to the knot that was her daughters and her niece.
Dysmas was just leaving then, and as the tall Athenian lord was out of earshot by then, Evelli instead turned to Theodora and Evie with a smile. "Theo, I trust you and Evie to keep each other company, and Pia too, I assume." she murmured, an affectionate smile on each of her offspring. "Nana and Imma shall stay with us till the time for the Queen of Maliania to be crowned. Do not get into any accidents girls, we do not want to sabotage your chances." Because only through accident would her daughter's not win. The Queen of Maliania was crowned based on appearance, singing and dancing, all of which her daughter's excelled in. If it was up to Evelli, she would have five crowns, one for each of them.
With a final warning for her two elder offspring to not tarry, and an affectionate smile for her niece, Evelli glanced to the back to make sure Imma and Nana were following (and ignored the fidgeting and frustrated look they wore), before she finally slipped an arm back in her husband's. "Shall we take a look at he wares, my love?" the familiar smile was back to replace the frustrated look Evelli was wearing earlier as she took Nana to task for the shortness of her chiton. "I could do with some goat's milk and buttered flatbread if we wish to dance in the square later."
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Having always been her more outspoken daughter, quite unlike the soft subservience she had experienced from her first three, Nana's petulant look as Evelli chided her had the matriarch of the family scowling at her young daughter, an expression she had never wanted to wear at a festival in a province that prized beauty. Hearing no words of argument coming from the blonde however, she did not allow the silence to prolong, and instead waved for the maids to bring the young twenty-one year old to change. She may not be the ageof her elder three sisters, but Nana was of marriageable age and she did not want her daughter to flagrantly display herself as if she was some cheap dockside whore.
When Nana eventually appeared again in the more decent sky blue chiton, fibulae's fastening over her shoulders, and the remainder of the chiffon material falling like the color of the sky over her daughter's fair arms, Evelli nodded her approval. Wandering over, her hands fixed a few of the blonde locks which had went out place, tucking them behind her ear before finally taking Nana's hand. "You will not wander far from me, do you hear me Nana?" Evelli instructed just as they returned to the knot that was her daughters and her niece.
Dysmas was just leaving then, and as the tall Athenian lord was out of earshot by then, Evelli instead turned to Theodora and Evie with a smile. "Theo, I trust you and Evie to keep each other company, and Pia too, I assume." she murmured, an affectionate smile on each of her offspring. "Nana and Imma shall stay with us till the time for the Queen of Maliania to be crowned. Do not get into any accidents girls, we do not want to sabotage your chances." Because only through accident would her daughter's not win. The Queen of Maliania was crowned based on appearance, singing and dancing, all of which her daughter's excelled in. If it was up to Evelli, she would have five crowns, one for each of them.
With a final warning for her two elder offspring to not tarry, and an affectionate smile for her niece, Evelli glanced to the back to make sure Imma and Nana were following (and ignored the fidgeting and frustrated look they wore), before she finally slipped an arm back in her husband's. "Shall we take a look at he wares, my love?" the familiar smile was back to replace the frustrated look Evelli was wearing earlier as she took Nana to task for the shortness of her chiton. "I could do with some goat's milk and buttered flatbread if we wish to dance in the square later."
Having always been her more outspoken daughter, quite unlike the soft subservience she had experienced from her first three, Nana's petulant look as Evelli chided her had the matriarch of the family scowling at her young daughter, an expression she had never wanted to wear at a festival in a province that prized beauty. Hearing no words of argument coming from the blonde however, she did not allow the silence to prolong, and instead waved for the maids to bring the young twenty-one year old to change. She may not be the ageof her elder three sisters, but Nana was of marriageable age and she did not want her daughter to flagrantly display herself as if she was some cheap dockside whore.
When Nana eventually appeared again in the more decent sky blue chiton, fibulae's fastening over her shoulders, and the remainder of the chiffon material falling like the color of the sky over her daughter's fair arms, Evelli nodded her approval. Wandering over, her hands fixed a few of the blonde locks which had went out place, tucking them behind her ear before finally taking Nana's hand. "You will not wander far from me, do you hear me Nana?" Evelli instructed just as they returned to the knot that was her daughters and her niece.
Dysmas was just leaving then, and as the tall Athenian lord was out of earshot by then, Evelli instead turned to Theodora and Evie with a smile. "Theo, I trust you and Evie to keep each other company, and Pia too, I assume." she murmured, an affectionate smile on each of her offspring. "Nana and Imma shall stay with us till the time for the Queen of Maliania to be crowned. Do not get into any accidents girls, we do not want to sabotage your chances." Because only through accident would her daughter's not win. The Queen of Maliania was crowned based on appearance, singing and dancing, all of which her daughter's excelled in. If it was up to Evelli, she would have five crowns, one for each of them.
With a final warning for her two elder offspring to not tarry, and an affectionate smile for her niece, Evelli glanced to the back to make sure Imma and Nana were following (and ignored the fidgeting and frustrated look they wore), before she finally slipped an arm back in her husband's. "Shall we take a look at he wares, my love?" the familiar smile was back to replace the frustrated look Evelli was wearing earlier as she took Nana to task for the shortness of her chiton. "I could do with some goat's milk and buttered flatbread if we wish to dance in the square later."
Having five daughters could make his head spin at times. And there their was the addition of his niece into the mix. He was watching them bustle about and be excited as he stayed close to Evelli at first. The issue was, as happy as it made him to see them happy, he was having a hard time coming to grips with the idea that they were looking for husbands. Real husbands. It almost made him sick when they were already speaking to a man. Just one couldn’t be that distracting.
”Lord Dysmas.” He returned the greeting, however that was all he managed to put into the conversation. The girls were monopolizing the talking of the day. And soon Evelli was pulling one daughter this way while demanding something else the other way. His arms were firmly crossed over his chest to be above and away from it all. At least for a moment when they all seemed to be talking about different things at once.
Evelli had it handled. She always had it handled. The girl’s names were listed and where they all would be. Georgios grinned and stood behind her nodding in almost mockery, but it was out of complete and utter affection for his wife. And only mildly to be sure that his progeny follow her directions and selfishly if they didn’t, he would have to deal with an angry Evelli. Not something he was particularly fond of ruining his day at the Love Festival. This was supposed to be celebrating love and it had been a long, long time. Almost coming upon thirty years of marriage and he never thought of turning his head elsewhere. It was more of a miracle that she put up with him, especially if she caught the faces he was making.
His obnoxious grin only vacated when he heard Evelli finally speaking a question in his direction. A request instead of a demand, like he would say no. Georgios nodded before speaking. ”Then goat’s milk and buttered flatbread it is.” He would buy her three servings if that's what she wanted to dance later. Even the mere suggestion of it had him visualizing the music and the movements. He looked over to her and was thankful that they were able to get to this point. He hated to admit the moment he heard he was being married to a girl he had never even seen.
”The girls just want to have fun, Evelli.” He leaned over with a pat to her hand on his arm. Georgios knew that it would be talked about and it would be the gossip from the festival. However, it would fade and a short dress wasn’t nearly the type of thing that could ruin her forever. Georgios had done far worse. Then again, he was a male. Males were afforded a different sort of expectation. Still, he wanted to see his daughters have a good time. Even worse, if one was ruined - he would have a daughter that would stay in his care for the remainder of his life. That was a selfish thought, even for the middle Leventi Lord.
Georgios easily handed over what was required for Evelli, himself, and anything the youngest two wanted. He could afford to buy their happiness if he had to and made a comment to be sure that they should put smiles back on their faces. They could beat their elder sisters at the competition if they just tried a little. This continued until the music began to play. ”Lady Leventi, would you do me the honor?” He held a hand out for her to talk and with the other arm gestured outward where the people began to gather.
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Having five daughters could make his head spin at times. And there their was the addition of his niece into the mix. He was watching them bustle about and be excited as he stayed close to Evelli at first. The issue was, as happy as it made him to see them happy, he was having a hard time coming to grips with the idea that they were looking for husbands. Real husbands. It almost made him sick when they were already speaking to a man. Just one couldn’t be that distracting.
”Lord Dysmas.” He returned the greeting, however that was all he managed to put into the conversation. The girls were monopolizing the talking of the day. And soon Evelli was pulling one daughter this way while demanding something else the other way. His arms were firmly crossed over his chest to be above and away from it all. At least for a moment when they all seemed to be talking about different things at once.
Evelli had it handled. She always had it handled. The girl’s names were listed and where they all would be. Georgios grinned and stood behind her nodding in almost mockery, but it was out of complete and utter affection for his wife. And only mildly to be sure that his progeny follow her directions and selfishly if they didn’t, he would have to deal with an angry Evelli. Not something he was particularly fond of ruining his day at the Love Festival. This was supposed to be celebrating love and it had been a long, long time. Almost coming upon thirty years of marriage and he never thought of turning his head elsewhere. It was more of a miracle that she put up with him, especially if she caught the faces he was making.
His obnoxious grin only vacated when he heard Evelli finally speaking a question in his direction. A request instead of a demand, like he would say no. Georgios nodded before speaking. ”Then goat’s milk and buttered flatbread it is.” He would buy her three servings if that's what she wanted to dance later. Even the mere suggestion of it had him visualizing the music and the movements. He looked over to her and was thankful that they were able to get to this point. He hated to admit the moment he heard he was being married to a girl he had never even seen.
”The girls just want to have fun, Evelli.” He leaned over with a pat to her hand on his arm. Georgios knew that it would be talked about and it would be the gossip from the festival. However, it would fade and a short dress wasn’t nearly the type of thing that could ruin her forever. Georgios had done far worse. Then again, he was a male. Males were afforded a different sort of expectation. Still, he wanted to see his daughters have a good time. Even worse, if one was ruined - he would have a daughter that would stay in his care for the remainder of his life. That was a selfish thought, even for the middle Leventi Lord.
Georgios easily handed over what was required for Evelli, himself, and anything the youngest two wanted. He could afford to buy their happiness if he had to and made a comment to be sure that they should put smiles back on their faces. They could beat their elder sisters at the competition if they just tried a little. This continued until the music began to play. ”Lady Leventi, would you do me the honor?” He held a hand out for her to talk and with the other arm gestured outward where the people began to gather.
Having five daughters could make his head spin at times. And there their was the addition of his niece into the mix. He was watching them bustle about and be excited as he stayed close to Evelli at first. The issue was, as happy as it made him to see them happy, he was having a hard time coming to grips with the idea that they were looking for husbands. Real husbands. It almost made him sick when they were already speaking to a man. Just one couldn’t be that distracting.
”Lord Dysmas.” He returned the greeting, however that was all he managed to put into the conversation. The girls were monopolizing the talking of the day. And soon Evelli was pulling one daughter this way while demanding something else the other way. His arms were firmly crossed over his chest to be above and away from it all. At least for a moment when they all seemed to be talking about different things at once.
Evelli had it handled. She always had it handled. The girl’s names were listed and where they all would be. Georgios grinned and stood behind her nodding in almost mockery, but it was out of complete and utter affection for his wife. And only mildly to be sure that his progeny follow her directions and selfishly if they didn’t, he would have to deal with an angry Evelli. Not something he was particularly fond of ruining his day at the Love Festival. This was supposed to be celebrating love and it had been a long, long time. Almost coming upon thirty years of marriage and he never thought of turning his head elsewhere. It was more of a miracle that she put up with him, especially if she caught the faces he was making.
His obnoxious grin only vacated when he heard Evelli finally speaking a question in his direction. A request instead of a demand, like he would say no. Georgios nodded before speaking. ”Then goat’s milk and buttered flatbread it is.” He would buy her three servings if that's what she wanted to dance later. Even the mere suggestion of it had him visualizing the music and the movements. He looked over to her and was thankful that they were able to get to this point. He hated to admit the moment he heard he was being married to a girl he had never even seen.
”The girls just want to have fun, Evelli.” He leaned over with a pat to her hand on his arm. Georgios knew that it would be talked about and it would be the gossip from the festival. However, it would fade and a short dress wasn’t nearly the type of thing that could ruin her forever. Georgios had done far worse. Then again, he was a male. Males were afforded a different sort of expectation. Still, he wanted to see his daughters have a good time. Even worse, if one was ruined - he would have a daughter that would stay in his care for the remainder of his life. That was a selfish thought, even for the middle Leventi Lord.
Georgios easily handed over what was required for Evelli, himself, and anything the youngest two wanted. He could afford to buy their happiness if he had to and made a comment to be sure that they should put smiles back on their faces. They could beat their elder sisters at the competition if they just tried a little. This continued until the music began to play. ”Lady Leventi, would you do me the honor?” He held a hand out for her to talk and with the other arm gestured outward where the people began to gather.
Surprised when the princess released her grasp on Zenais' arm, the brunette blinked in surprise when Gianna released her guards despite their protests, a part of her surprised. Back in Colchis, Yiannis had always ensured they were escorted by guards, and from her visits with the royal family of the rocky kingdom, she knew that the members of the royal family, despite being well trained in military, were still escorted by a guard or two. Clearly Princess Gianna was no military trained expert, and Zenais could't help but frown as Gianna whisked her away despite the guard's protests, and pulled her into the crowds of people.
"Are you sure that is alright, Princess? I-" Zenais tried to ask between the brisk pace Gianna set them on in an attempt to lose her guards. Yet before she could finish her sentence, they seemed to be interuptted yet again when a man taller then Zenais had ever seen before appeared. The bow caught her off guard, for it had been years since anyone bowed to her, and her eyes held a slight sense of alarm.
Thankfully, Gianna had maintained her composure (not that Zenais was surprised, she was a princess afterall) and took to introducing herself most quickly, giving the brunette enough time to recover from her surprise. "I-I wouldn't say I'm very well versed, as compared to Princess Gianna herself, but I-I try." Zenais replied with a small stutter when the princess gestured at her. Almost immediately, it was as if the brunette withdrew into a shell, a common reaction for she was as easily startled as a young deer.
In the streets where many roamed however, it was hard to remain in one's shell, for it would only make things awkward, and it was the first thing her governess had taught her in her lessons back in Alastaire manor in Lyncaea - to never have an awkward lull in conversation. To be a noble lady meant that one had to be able to carry and build on conversation, and considering Zenais had been brought up as a noble lady, her habits were hard to break.
So the young lady recovered quickly, albeit with a smile less sweet and almost watery, as she gestured at the stalls and vendors. "The figs are beautiful at this time of the year, and Maliania has beautiful blooms for sale. The footrace is due to begin soon, with the men competing for the coveted title of King. Would you be joining?" she asked, in her attempt to revive the conversation. Her hazel eyes flickered to Gianna, and her smile turned friendlier, a little warmer as she continued, "I'm sure the title of Queen of Maliania would come easy for your Highness, however."
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Surprised when the princess released her grasp on Zenais' arm, the brunette blinked in surprise when Gianna released her guards despite their protests, a part of her surprised. Back in Colchis, Yiannis had always ensured they were escorted by guards, and from her visits with the royal family of the rocky kingdom, she knew that the members of the royal family, despite being well trained in military, were still escorted by a guard or two. Clearly Princess Gianna was no military trained expert, and Zenais could't help but frown as Gianna whisked her away despite the guard's protests, and pulled her into the crowds of people.
"Are you sure that is alright, Princess? I-" Zenais tried to ask between the brisk pace Gianna set them on in an attempt to lose her guards. Yet before she could finish her sentence, they seemed to be interuptted yet again when a man taller then Zenais had ever seen before appeared. The bow caught her off guard, for it had been years since anyone bowed to her, and her eyes held a slight sense of alarm.
Thankfully, Gianna had maintained her composure (not that Zenais was surprised, she was a princess afterall) and took to introducing herself most quickly, giving the brunette enough time to recover from her surprise. "I-I wouldn't say I'm very well versed, as compared to Princess Gianna herself, but I-I try." Zenais replied with a small stutter when the princess gestured at her. Almost immediately, it was as if the brunette withdrew into a shell, a common reaction for she was as easily startled as a young deer.
In the streets where many roamed however, it was hard to remain in one's shell, for it would only make things awkward, and it was the first thing her governess had taught her in her lessons back in Alastaire manor in Lyncaea - to never have an awkward lull in conversation. To be a noble lady meant that one had to be able to carry and build on conversation, and considering Zenais had been brought up as a noble lady, her habits were hard to break.
So the young lady recovered quickly, albeit with a smile less sweet and almost watery, as she gestured at the stalls and vendors. "The figs are beautiful at this time of the year, and Maliania has beautiful blooms for sale. The footrace is due to begin soon, with the men competing for the coveted title of King. Would you be joining?" she asked, in her attempt to revive the conversation. Her hazel eyes flickered to Gianna, and her smile turned friendlier, a little warmer as she continued, "I'm sure the title of Queen of Maliania would come easy for your Highness, however."
Surprised when the princess released her grasp on Zenais' arm, the brunette blinked in surprise when Gianna released her guards despite their protests, a part of her surprised. Back in Colchis, Yiannis had always ensured they were escorted by guards, and from her visits with the royal family of the rocky kingdom, she knew that the members of the royal family, despite being well trained in military, were still escorted by a guard or two. Clearly Princess Gianna was no military trained expert, and Zenais could't help but frown as Gianna whisked her away despite the guard's protests, and pulled her into the crowds of people.
"Are you sure that is alright, Princess? I-" Zenais tried to ask between the brisk pace Gianna set them on in an attempt to lose her guards. Yet before she could finish her sentence, they seemed to be interuptted yet again when a man taller then Zenais had ever seen before appeared. The bow caught her off guard, for it had been years since anyone bowed to her, and her eyes held a slight sense of alarm.
Thankfully, Gianna had maintained her composure (not that Zenais was surprised, she was a princess afterall) and took to introducing herself most quickly, giving the brunette enough time to recover from her surprise. "I-I wouldn't say I'm very well versed, as compared to Princess Gianna herself, but I-I try." Zenais replied with a small stutter when the princess gestured at her. Almost immediately, it was as if the brunette withdrew into a shell, a common reaction for she was as easily startled as a young deer.
In the streets where many roamed however, it was hard to remain in one's shell, for it would only make things awkward, and it was the first thing her governess had taught her in her lessons back in Alastaire manor in Lyncaea - to never have an awkward lull in conversation. To be a noble lady meant that one had to be able to carry and build on conversation, and considering Zenais had been brought up as a noble lady, her habits were hard to break.
So the young lady recovered quickly, albeit with a smile less sweet and almost watery, as she gestured at the stalls and vendors. "The figs are beautiful at this time of the year, and Maliania has beautiful blooms for sale. The footrace is due to begin soon, with the men competing for the coveted title of King. Would you be joining?" she asked, in her attempt to revive the conversation. Her hazel eyes flickered to Gianna, and her smile turned friendlier, a little warmer as she continued, "I'm sure the title of Queen of Maliania would come easy for your Highness, however."
Dysmas had caught the startled look in the hazel eyes of the shorter woman, even as the taller smiled and bid him welcome on their outing. “Thank you, that is most kind. I would like that very much.” He replied politely with a friendly smile of his own.
He had already been considering what his next response would be -- apologizing for his abruptness and how he would introduce himself. If they were commoners, escorting a lord around would no doubt be greatly uncomfortable. But neither lady seemed to lack in the poise and decorum that spoke of the noble classes. However, Dysmas was not prepared to hear the pretty brunette state the princess was more well-versed. Why would she mention the princess? Was she, perhaps, one of Princess Gianna’s retainers? Or… was…
She was. She had to be. Dysmas had never met Taengea’s royal family, but he had heard Princess Gianna described to be as radiant as the sun and twice as warm. From the bronzed glow of her skin, to her honey locks of hair, and especially the sweet and inviting smile, Dysmas could now -- with certainty -- say that the description could not compare to the reality, for Gianna’s beauty was indescribable.
He couldn’t help an embarrassed chuckle at the realization that now dawned on him. “I hope you will forgive my lapse in manners, Your Highness. It is not everyday I find myself in the company of royalty… nor in such an uncouth way, at that.” Though the Nikolaos family was a vassal of Athenia’s current monarch, so it was not as though Dysmas was completely green, either.
“I am Dysmas, Your Highness,” his attention turned to the brunette whose arm was linked with that of the Princess, “and if there are to be introductions, might I ask your name as well, my Lady?”
The Athenian certainly felt humbled to be in the presence of two lovely young women, more so now that he was aware to whom it was that he stood before. A part of him even wondered if he was worthy of being in Gianna’s presence like this. So casually. It seemed wrong… improper. And yet she was… very easy to talk with.
“I have heard of this footrace,” Dysmas scratched his head, looking around wondering if he would be seeing a crowd begin to gather somewhere. “Lady Evelli asked me that as well… but I don’t know if I should participate. I know nothing of it, the rules, the course… perhaps someone with a better understanding of it is more deserving of the chance to win.”
He was just as content to watch the race and perhaps learn from observation. He had two companions, if either of them had something they wished to do with their day, he might rather indulge that instead.
“Easily.” He agreed with Zenais on her comment regarding Gianna’s entry into the Queen of Maliania contest. “Though, if I may be so bold, Zenais, I believe you would also make a fine Queen of Maliania.”
Either lady would have fierce competition should any of the Leventi women decide to participate, but it was no lie for him to admit that both women were genuine contenders for the crown. “Should we head toward that event? I would not wish either of you to miss it if you plan to take part.”
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Dysmas had caught the startled look in the hazel eyes of the shorter woman, even as the taller smiled and bid him welcome on their outing. “Thank you, that is most kind. I would like that very much.” He replied politely with a friendly smile of his own.
He had already been considering what his next response would be -- apologizing for his abruptness and how he would introduce himself. If they were commoners, escorting a lord around would no doubt be greatly uncomfortable. But neither lady seemed to lack in the poise and decorum that spoke of the noble classes. However, Dysmas was not prepared to hear the pretty brunette state the princess was more well-versed. Why would she mention the princess? Was she, perhaps, one of Princess Gianna’s retainers? Or… was…
She was. She had to be. Dysmas had never met Taengea’s royal family, but he had heard Princess Gianna described to be as radiant as the sun and twice as warm. From the bronzed glow of her skin, to her honey locks of hair, and especially the sweet and inviting smile, Dysmas could now -- with certainty -- say that the description could not compare to the reality, for Gianna’s beauty was indescribable.
He couldn’t help an embarrassed chuckle at the realization that now dawned on him. “I hope you will forgive my lapse in manners, Your Highness. It is not everyday I find myself in the company of royalty… nor in such an uncouth way, at that.” Though the Nikolaos family was a vassal of Athenia’s current monarch, so it was not as though Dysmas was completely green, either.
“I am Dysmas, Your Highness,” his attention turned to the brunette whose arm was linked with that of the Princess, “and if there are to be introductions, might I ask your name as well, my Lady?”
The Athenian certainly felt humbled to be in the presence of two lovely young women, more so now that he was aware to whom it was that he stood before. A part of him even wondered if he was worthy of being in Gianna’s presence like this. So casually. It seemed wrong… improper. And yet she was… very easy to talk with.
“I have heard of this footrace,” Dysmas scratched his head, looking around wondering if he would be seeing a crowd begin to gather somewhere. “Lady Evelli asked me that as well… but I don’t know if I should participate. I know nothing of it, the rules, the course… perhaps someone with a better understanding of it is more deserving of the chance to win.”
He was just as content to watch the race and perhaps learn from observation. He had two companions, if either of them had something they wished to do with their day, he might rather indulge that instead.
“Easily.” He agreed with Zenais on her comment regarding Gianna’s entry into the Queen of Maliania contest. “Though, if I may be so bold, Zenais, I believe you would also make a fine Queen of Maliania.”
Either lady would have fierce competition should any of the Leventi women decide to participate, but it was no lie for him to admit that both women were genuine contenders for the crown. “Should we head toward that event? I would not wish either of you to miss it if you plan to take part.”
Dysmas had caught the startled look in the hazel eyes of the shorter woman, even as the taller smiled and bid him welcome on their outing. “Thank you, that is most kind. I would like that very much.” He replied politely with a friendly smile of his own.
He had already been considering what his next response would be -- apologizing for his abruptness and how he would introduce himself. If they were commoners, escorting a lord around would no doubt be greatly uncomfortable. But neither lady seemed to lack in the poise and decorum that spoke of the noble classes. However, Dysmas was not prepared to hear the pretty brunette state the princess was more well-versed. Why would she mention the princess? Was she, perhaps, one of Princess Gianna’s retainers? Or… was…
She was. She had to be. Dysmas had never met Taengea’s royal family, but he had heard Princess Gianna described to be as radiant as the sun and twice as warm. From the bronzed glow of her skin, to her honey locks of hair, and especially the sweet and inviting smile, Dysmas could now -- with certainty -- say that the description could not compare to the reality, for Gianna’s beauty was indescribable.
He couldn’t help an embarrassed chuckle at the realization that now dawned on him. “I hope you will forgive my lapse in manners, Your Highness. It is not everyday I find myself in the company of royalty… nor in such an uncouth way, at that.” Though the Nikolaos family was a vassal of Athenia’s current monarch, so it was not as though Dysmas was completely green, either.
“I am Dysmas, Your Highness,” his attention turned to the brunette whose arm was linked with that of the Princess, “and if there are to be introductions, might I ask your name as well, my Lady?”
The Athenian certainly felt humbled to be in the presence of two lovely young women, more so now that he was aware to whom it was that he stood before. A part of him even wondered if he was worthy of being in Gianna’s presence like this. So casually. It seemed wrong… improper. And yet she was… very easy to talk with.
“I have heard of this footrace,” Dysmas scratched his head, looking around wondering if he would be seeing a crowd begin to gather somewhere. “Lady Evelli asked me that as well… but I don’t know if I should participate. I know nothing of it, the rules, the course… perhaps someone with a better understanding of it is more deserving of the chance to win.”
He was just as content to watch the race and perhaps learn from observation. He had two companions, if either of them had something they wished to do with their day, he might rather indulge that instead.
“Easily.” He agreed with Zenais on her comment regarding Gianna’s entry into the Queen of Maliania contest. “Though, if I may be so bold, Zenais, I believe you would also make a fine Queen of Maliania.”
Either lady would have fierce competition should any of the Leventi women decide to participate, but it was no lie for him to admit that both women were genuine contenders for the crown. “Should we head toward that event? I would not wish either of you to miss it if you plan to take part.”
With all the restrictions and limitations that had come with status, Gianna had found her silver lining in bringing people together. While she had assisted her mother with court preparations on numerous occasions—they would be her duty one day, Elise would tell her—Gianna cherished every chance she had to escape beyond the palace walls, especially when it resulted in camaraderie and a reprieve from her father’s assigned escort, however short. She was determined that today would be no exception.
She had already succeeded in escaping her guards to the sound of Zenais’s protestations. With the arrival of Dysmas, all the pieces of her plan seemed to be falling into place. Zenais tried in vain to deflect the attention Gianna had thrust onto her shoulders. But she was being modest—too modest by Gianna’s standards. As she was about to jokingly chastise her friend, the man before her offered an apology for his purported lack of manners. Gianna should not have been surprised and yet she seemed to regularly be plagued by a negligence for her exact station in life.
She had never paid it much mind until she overheard Zenon’s advisors reprimanding him for the freedoms granted to the youngest princess, allowing her to shirk responsibilities without consequence as long as she batted her eyes. While Gianna always assumed it was because the King was too busy to deal with the unconventional child, she always failed to catch the slightest smile that brightened his features when he dismissed her. Perhaps it was a lifetime of those moments and growing up in the shadows of her politically proficient siblings that had culminated in her general disregard for any sort of personal importance beyond what a marriage could offer.
“Nonsense, my Lord Dysmas, Zenais will be the first to tell you I have little patience for propriety. Life is far too short not to enjoy the company we keep,” she lilted, eyes bright as she assessed the foreign lord before her. And she was certain of his own status as a lord by the fabric with which he adorned himself and the rigidity of his etiquette. If nothing else, Gianna’s few years in the court had taught her how to efficiently evaluate her peers, a skill she had utilized on more than one occasion to save herself some degree of embarrassment.
Zenais appeared to have recovered from the sudden addition of a third person to their party as she praised Maliania’s figs and flowers, gesturing to the vendors that lined the street. Gianna reassuringly patted the girl’s arm as she mentioned the footrace, asking Dysmas of his intention to enter. The man expressed his concern regarding the rules or rather his lack of knowledge and Gianna was quick to enlighten him, “It’s a bit more than a simple footrace. If you wish to participate, you will need a partner, such as myself—or Zenais!" Gianna quickly added in a futile attempt to stave off the heat that crept into her cheeks before continuing, "—who will put blossoms in her hair. You will be judged on how quickly you can complete a circuit of town and how many blossoms your partner has left in her hair.”
"I'm sure the title of Queen of Maliania would come easy for your Highness, however."
Gianna was caught somewhat off guard, even more so by Dysmas’s agreement. She was grateful when the lord directed his own comment regarding the beauty contest to Zenais. The princess was inclined to agree. Zenais was quite lovely and would likely hold her own against the Leventi girls—one of whom was all but guaranteed to win the title. Grasping the young woman’s hand, Gianna could hardly contain herself. “You flatter me, Zenais, but I must agree with Lord Dysmas. Please tell me you plan to enter the running for Queen of Maliania?”
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With all the restrictions and limitations that had come with status, Gianna had found her silver lining in bringing people together. While she had assisted her mother with court preparations on numerous occasions—they would be her duty one day, Elise would tell her—Gianna cherished every chance she had to escape beyond the palace walls, especially when it resulted in camaraderie and a reprieve from her father’s assigned escort, however short. She was determined that today would be no exception.
She had already succeeded in escaping her guards to the sound of Zenais’s protestations. With the arrival of Dysmas, all the pieces of her plan seemed to be falling into place. Zenais tried in vain to deflect the attention Gianna had thrust onto her shoulders. But she was being modest—too modest by Gianna’s standards. As she was about to jokingly chastise her friend, the man before her offered an apology for his purported lack of manners. Gianna should not have been surprised and yet she seemed to regularly be plagued by a negligence for her exact station in life.
She had never paid it much mind until she overheard Zenon’s advisors reprimanding him for the freedoms granted to the youngest princess, allowing her to shirk responsibilities without consequence as long as she batted her eyes. While Gianna always assumed it was because the King was too busy to deal with the unconventional child, she always failed to catch the slightest smile that brightened his features when he dismissed her. Perhaps it was a lifetime of those moments and growing up in the shadows of her politically proficient siblings that had culminated in her general disregard for any sort of personal importance beyond what a marriage could offer.
“Nonsense, my Lord Dysmas, Zenais will be the first to tell you I have little patience for propriety. Life is far too short not to enjoy the company we keep,” she lilted, eyes bright as she assessed the foreign lord before her. And she was certain of his own status as a lord by the fabric with which he adorned himself and the rigidity of his etiquette. If nothing else, Gianna’s few years in the court had taught her how to efficiently evaluate her peers, a skill she had utilized on more than one occasion to save herself some degree of embarrassment.
Zenais appeared to have recovered from the sudden addition of a third person to their party as she praised Maliania’s figs and flowers, gesturing to the vendors that lined the street. Gianna reassuringly patted the girl’s arm as she mentioned the footrace, asking Dysmas of his intention to enter. The man expressed his concern regarding the rules or rather his lack of knowledge and Gianna was quick to enlighten him, “It’s a bit more than a simple footrace. If you wish to participate, you will need a partner, such as myself—or Zenais!" Gianna quickly added in a futile attempt to stave off the heat that crept into her cheeks before continuing, "—who will put blossoms in her hair. You will be judged on how quickly you can complete a circuit of town and how many blossoms your partner has left in her hair.”
"I'm sure the title of Queen of Maliania would come easy for your Highness, however."
Gianna was caught somewhat off guard, even more so by Dysmas’s agreement. She was grateful when the lord directed his own comment regarding the beauty contest to Zenais. The princess was inclined to agree. Zenais was quite lovely and would likely hold her own against the Leventi girls—one of whom was all but guaranteed to win the title. Grasping the young woman’s hand, Gianna could hardly contain herself. “You flatter me, Zenais, but I must agree with Lord Dysmas. Please tell me you plan to enter the running for Queen of Maliania?”
With all the restrictions and limitations that had come with status, Gianna had found her silver lining in bringing people together. While she had assisted her mother with court preparations on numerous occasions—they would be her duty one day, Elise would tell her—Gianna cherished every chance she had to escape beyond the palace walls, especially when it resulted in camaraderie and a reprieve from her father’s assigned escort, however short. She was determined that today would be no exception.
She had already succeeded in escaping her guards to the sound of Zenais’s protestations. With the arrival of Dysmas, all the pieces of her plan seemed to be falling into place. Zenais tried in vain to deflect the attention Gianna had thrust onto her shoulders. But she was being modest—too modest by Gianna’s standards. As she was about to jokingly chastise her friend, the man before her offered an apology for his purported lack of manners. Gianna should not have been surprised and yet she seemed to regularly be plagued by a negligence for her exact station in life.
She had never paid it much mind until she overheard Zenon’s advisors reprimanding him for the freedoms granted to the youngest princess, allowing her to shirk responsibilities without consequence as long as she batted her eyes. While Gianna always assumed it was because the King was too busy to deal with the unconventional child, she always failed to catch the slightest smile that brightened his features when he dismissed her. Perhaps it was a lifetime of those moments and growing up in the shadows of her politically proficient siblings that had culminated in her general disregard for any sort of personal importance beyond what a marriage could offer.
“Nonsense, my Lord Dysmas, Zenais will be the first to tell you I have little patience for propriety. Life is far too short not to enjoy the company we keep,” she lilted, eyes bright as she assessed the foreign lord before her. And she was certain of his own status as a lord by the fabric with which he adorned himself and the rigidity of his etiquette. If nothing else, Gianna’s few years in the court had taught her how to efficiently evaluate her peers, a skill she had utilized on more than one occasion to save herself some degree of embarrassment.
Zenais appeared to have recovered from the sudden addition of a third person to their party as she praised Maliania’s figs and flowers, gesturing to the vendors that lined the street. Gianna reassuringly patted the girl’s arm as she mentioned the footrace, asking Dysmas of his intention to enter. The man expressed his concern regarding the rules or rather his lack of knowledge and Gianna was quick to enlighten him, “It’s a bit more than a simple footrace. If you wish to participate, you will need a partner, such as myself—or Zenais!" Gianna quickly added in a futile attempt to stave off the heat that crept into her cheeks before continuing, "—who will put blossoms in her hair. You will be judged on how quickly you can complete a circuit of town and how many blossoms your partner has left in her hair.”
"I'm sure the title of Queen of Maliania would come easy for your Highness, however."
Gianna was caught somewhat off guard, even more so by Dysmas’s agreement. She was grateful when the lord directed his own comment regarding the beauty contest to Zenais. The princess was inclined to agree. Zenais was quite lovely and would likely hold her own against the Leventi girls—one of whom was all but guaranteed to win the title. Grasping the young woman’s hand, Gianna could hardly contain herself. “You flatter me, Zenais, but I must agree with Lord Dysmas. Please tell me you plan to enter the running for Queen of Maliania?”
Her husband's smile and words were indulging - but then again, that was why Evelli loved him. Georgios did indulge her very much, and in that, was why Evelli wanted badly to provide a complete family for him. As much as he dotes on his five girls however, the woman still harbored some wish of providing him a son he could continue the family with, but it appears as if Hera had other plans for them.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind however, she smiled as they strolled towards the vendors. Giving her husband a look that said of how much she thought of him giving in to the girls, she raised a brow. "With a chiton so indecently short, they would not need much to reach within? I'm surprise you would condone that for Nana, husband." she murmured, a hint of tease in her voice. If Georgios had her way, she had a suspicion her husband would have locked all their girls up in nunneries at this point of their lives. He had vastly different plans when compared to Evelli's wishes of seeing them all safely married.
Happily taking the flatbread with the fragrant butter spread on it, the woman happily took a bite, and watched with affection as the other two started on their own tidbits their father handed them. Georgios made a wonderful father. It was the way in which he doted on their first born that had eventually made Evelli fall for him afterall, for their marriage had in no way been a love match. They were just lucky that Aphrodite decided to bestow them with her blessing after the birth of Selene, and Evelli's heart softened towards her jovial husband. He had a good heart, and wanted nothing but the best for his family. What could she do against someone who had such pure intentions?
With a small smile, Evelli offered her flatbread on Georgios's lips, as they continued strolling, eventually finishing up their tidbit, just as the music started. It would signify the start of the footrace, and it was in that event that her daughter's would shine.
Of that, Evelli was sure.
Taking a hand, she motioned at Imma and Nana to run along towards where a small raised dais had been erected, where the rest of the participants would gather before the footrace began. The men would hang back as the females would be judged first as the Queen of Maliania, before the selected girls would then be hitched on the back of their chosen beau. Evelli took a deep breathe, and then fell in to step next to her husband as the contests began. Her girls' would not fail. They did not own the title of the most beautiful girls in Taengea for nothing.
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Her husband's smile and words were indulging - but then again, that was why Evelli loved him. Georgios did indulge her very much, and in that, was why Evelli wanted badly to provide a complete family for him. As much as he dotes on his five girls however, the woman still harbored some wish of providing him a son he could continue the family with, but it appears as if Hera had other plans for them.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind however, she smiled as they strolled towards the vendors. Giving her husband a look that said of how much she thought of him giving in to the girls, she raised a brow. "With a chiton so indecently short, they would not need much to reach within? I'm surprise you would condone that for Nana, husband." she murmured, a hint of tease in her voice. If Georgios had her way, she had a suspicion her husband would have locked all their girls up in nunneries at this point of their lives. He had vastly different plans when compared to Evelli's wishes of seeing them all safely married.
Happily taking the flatbread with the fragrant butter spread on it, the woman happily took a bite, and watched with affection as the other two started on their own tidbits their father handed them. Georgios made a wonderful father. It was the way in which he doted on their first born that had eventually made Evelli fall for him afterall, for their marriage had in no way been a love match. They were just lucky that Aphrodite decided to bestow them with her blessing after the birth of Selene, and Evelli's heart softened towards her jovial husband. He had a good heart, and wanted nothing but the best for his family. What could she do against someone who had such pure intentions?
With a small smile, Evelli offered her flatbread on Georgios's lips, as they continued strolling, eventually finishing up their tidbit, just as the music started. It would signify the start of the footrace, and it was in that event that her daughter's would shine.
Of that, Evelli was sure.
Taking a hand, she motioned at Imma and Nana to run along towards where a small raised dais had been erected, where the rest of the participants would gather before the footrace began. The men would hang back as the females would be judged first as the Queen of Maliania, before the selected girls would then be hitched on the back of their chosen beau. Evelli took a deep breathe, and then fell in to step next to her husband as the contests began. Her girls' would not fail. They did not own the title of the most beautiful girls in Taengea for nothing.
Her husband's smile and words were indulging - but then again, that was why Evelli loved him. Georgios did indulge her very much, and in that, was why Evelli wanted badly to provide a complete family for him. As much as he dotes on his five girls however, the woman still harbored some wish of providing him a son he could continue the family with, but it appears as if Hera had other plans for them.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind however, she smiled as they strolled towards the vendors. Giving her husband a look that said of how much she thought of him giving in to the girls, she raised a brow. "With a chiton so indecently short, they would not need much to reach within? I'm surprise you would condone that for Nana, husband." she murmured, a hint of tease in her voice. If Georgios had her way, she had a suspicion her husband would have locked all their girls up in nunneries at this point of their lives. He had vastly different plans when compared to Evelli's wishes of seeing them all safely married.
Happily taking the flatbread with the fragrant butter spread on it, the woman happily took a bite, and watched with affection as the other two started on their own tidbits their father handed them. Georgios made a wonderful father. It was the way in which he doted on their first born that had eventually made Evelli fall for him afterall, for their marriage had in no way been a love match. They were just lucky that Aphrodite decided to bestow them with her blessing after the birth of Selene, and Evelli's heart softened towards her jovial husband. He had a good heart, and wanted nothing but the best for his family. What could she do against someone who had such pure intentions?
With a small smile, Evelli offered her flatbread on Georgios's lips, as they continued strolling, eventually finishing up their tidbit, just as the music started. It would signify the start of the footrace, and it was in that event that her daughter's would shine.
Of that, Evelli was sure.
Taking a hand, she motioned at Imma and Nana to run along towards where a small raised dais had been erected, where the rest of the participants would gather before the footrace began. The men would hang back as the females would be judged first as the Queen of Maliania, before the selected girls would then be hitched on the back of their chosen beau. Evelli took a deep breathe, and then fell in to step next to her husband as the contests began. Her girls' would not fail. They did not own the title of the most beautiful girls in Taengea for nothing.
The tall man seemed like a nice, polite person, friendly smile intact which simply put Zenais further at ease. Watching as who seemed to be a noble lord greet the princess, Zenais found herself observing the situation with a hint of nostalgia. It had been a long time since she was a lady herself yes, but it was the only life she had known until Fate had other plans for her, and it was a life she looked fondly upon. While the past ten years had given her a great deal of experience, and a way of life that she likely would not have known had she remained a daughter of a noble house, it was her family she missed, and not the lifestyle in Lyncaea.
A little surprised when the male turned to her, Zenais smiled politely and tilted her head in a small, gentle nod. It was a show of manners and gentility that went far beyond her station now, something which she knew sparked curiosity for many, yet none actually asked her why a commonborn lady as she was now,would have such impeccable manners one usually associated with nobility. "Zenais, my lord. That would suffice." her soft voice responded with the information.
Nodding when Gianna explained how the footrace went, the young lady's cerulean eyes blinked in surprise when the princess offered herself as a partner for the footrace. Stammered rejections bubbled forth at once once Gianna finished the explanation, shaking her head. "Nay, I do not wish to participate Your Highness. Tis... something I do not enjoy." Not entirely a lie. As a younger girl, Zenais had enjoyed such showcases, for she was a tad bit of a vain girl at a younger age, back when she was the only daughter of House Alistaire. Now in her circumstances however, to draw attention to herself would surely to spell for death, and in that instance, Zenais had no wish to participate in a competition sure to draw attention.
Her cheeks flushed when both princess and noble lord insisted, but Zenais shook her head firmly, her brunette locks bouncing as she did so. "I am flattered, truly I am Lord Dysmas, Princess Gianna. But I am not one who participates in such. I do believe Your Highness could make a fine partner in Lord Dysmas though. Lord Dysmas should have no problems winning the footrace." she encouraged with a smile. Nodding when Dysmas suggested they make their way towards the event as the music started, Zenais made sure to keep herself a step or two behind Gianna, careful of her place and status, while at the same time trying to keep herself out of the public eye. From the corners of her eye, she could see the five gorgeous daughters of the Leventi family, females who were regaled far and wide as the most sought after bachelorettes in the Kingdom, and definite shoo-in's for winners when it came to the title of Queen of Maliania.
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The tall man seemed like a nice, polite person, friendly smile intact which simply put Zenais further at ease. Watching as who seemed to be a noble lord greet the princess, Zenais found herself observing the situation with a hint of nostalgia. It had been a long time since she was a lady herself yes, but it was the only life she had known until Fate had other plans for her, and it was a life she looked fondly upon. While the past ten years had given her a great deal of experience, and a way of life that she likely would not have known had she remained a daughter of a noble house, it was her family she missed, and not the lifestyle in Lyncaea.
A little surprised when the male turned to her, Zenais smiled politely and tilted her head in a small, gentle nod. It was a show of manners and gentility that went far beyond her station now, something which she knew sparked curiosity for many, yet none actually asked her why a commonborn lady as she was now,would have such impeccable manners one usually associated with nobility. "Zenais, my lord. That would suffice." her soft voice responded with the information.
Nodding when Gianna explained how the footrace went, the young lady's cerulean eyes blinked in surprise when the princess offered herself as a partner for the footrace. Stammered rejections bubbled forth at once once Gianna finished the explanation, shaking her head. "Nay, I do not wish to participate Your Highness. Tis... something I do not enjoy." Not entirely a lie. As a younger girl, Zenais had enjoyed such showcases, for she was a tad bit of a vain girl at a younger age, back when she was the only daughter of House Alistaire. Now in her circumstances however, to draw attention to herself would surely to spell for death, and in that instance, Zenais had no wish to participate in a competition sure to draw attention.
Her cheeks flushed when both princess and noble lord insisted, but Zenais shook her head firmly, her brunette locks bouncing as she did so. "I am flattered, truly I am Lord Dysmas, Princess Gianna. But I am not one who participates in such. I do believe Your Highness could make a fine partner in Lord Dysmas though. Lord Dysmas should have no problems winning the footrace." she encouraged with a smile. Nodding when Dysmas suggested they make their way towards the event as the music started, Zenais made sure to keep herself a step or two behind Gianna, careful of her place and status, while at the same time trying to keep herself out of the public eye. From the corners of her eye, she could see the five gorgeous daughters of the Leventi family, females who were regaled far and wide as the most sought after bachelorettes in the Kingdom, and definite shoo-in's for winners when it came to the title of Queen of Maliania.
The tall man seemed like a nice, polite person, friendly smile intact which simply put Zenais further at ease. Watching as who seemed to be a noble lord greet the princess, Zenais found herself observing the situation with a hint of nostalgia. It had been a long time since she was a lady herself yes, but it was the only life she had known until Fate had other plans for her, and it was a life she looked fondly upon. While the past ten years had given her a great deal of experience, and a way of life that she likely would not have known had she remained a daughter of a noble house, it was her family she missed, and not the lifestyle in Lyncaea.
A little surprised when the male turned to her, Zenais smiled politely and tilted her head in a small, gentle nod. It was a show of manners and gentility that went far beyond her station now, something which she knew sparked curiosity for many, yet none actually asked her why a commonborn lady as she was now,would have such impeccable manners one usually associated with nobility. "Zenais, my lord. That would suffice." her soft voice responded with the information.
Nodding when Gianna explained how the footrace went, the young lady's cerulean eyes blinked in surprise when the princess offered herself as a partner for the footrace. Stammered rejections bubbled forth at once once Gianna finished the explanation, shaking her head. "Nay, I do not wish to participate Your Highness. Tis... something I do not enjoy." Not entirely a lie. As a younger girl, Zenais had enjoyed such showcases, for she was a tad bit of a vain girl at a younger age, back when she was the only daughter of House Alistaire. Now in her circumstances however, to draw attention to herself would surely to spell for death, and in that instance, Zenais had no wish to participate in a competition sure to draw attention.
Her cheeks flushed when both princess and noble lord insisted, but Zenais shook her head firmly, her brunette locks bouncing as she did so. "I am flattered, truly I am Lord Dysmas, Princess Gianna. But I am not one who participates in such. I do believe Your Highness could make a fine partner in Lord Dysmas though. Lord Dysmas should have no problems winning the footrace." she encouraged with a smile. Nodding when Dysmas suggested they make their way towards the event as the music started, Zenais made sure to keep herself a step or two behind Gianna, careful of her place and status, while at the same time trying to keep herself out of the public eye. From the corners of her eye, she could see the five gorgeous daughters of the Leventi family, females who were regaled far and wide as the most sought after bachelorettes in the Kingdom, and definite shoo-in's for winners when it came to the title of Queen of Maliania.
