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"Mother," A whine could be heard from one of the bedrooms upstairs in the Leventi Mansion located in the Taengea Quarters. "I feel for the wounded, I really do, but why can't Imma do it?"
"She's with Theodora," The reply was curt, dismissive almost. "Besides, a little fresh air won't harm you. You've been in this room for almost two days now, you haven't broken fast, you don't come out of your-"
"Mother, I'm in mourning!" An exasperation, a chair is dragged across the floor followed by footsteps. "Pia was attacked and we've lost our King and Crown Prince, and I was- we were so close to being targeted!"
"Nana..." A deep sigh, before two sharp snaps echoed in the room. "Girls, dress my daughter and escort her to the Mikaelidas mansion." A beautiful woman in her mid-forties exits the room, her dark hair in a braid like a thick black rope and her eyes flickering towards the passing slaves as if to hurry them with their task, and with that she disappeared down the staircase.
The young whiny woman who was also in the room was beautiful too, except for the arched eyebrows and childish pout that was etched on her fair features. She allowed the slaves to dress and bathe her, only if she offered them the produce in which to bathe her in. The products were something she was able to 'craft' by just placing random fruits or vegetables together, mostly strawberries which was her favorite fruit. The leaves on top of a strawberry was not to be wasted, the lady benefited from it. The 'tops' as it was called was used to enhance any refreshment she deemed 'dull', and to nimble on whenever time calls for it. Roses was her primary scent to pick, especially rose water which she orders the slaves to bathe her in.
Fresh and heavily scented, her hair was tied in a braid and properly set over her left shoulder with a Unicorn hairpin clipped to the end, the Leventi House sigil worn, proudly displaying the blonde tuff of her hair like a mare's tail. The slaves gathered a long chiffon that displayed the same shade of purple as the hairpin, carefully wrapping it around her slim body, tightening the belt in hopes that it won't fall off due to her thin figure. With tan sandals tied on, the lady, Nana Leventi, was prepared.
As she and the serfs walked down the staircase, they were met by her mother again who handed each slave a book except for one. "Now try to smile, but not too much," The woman instructed, opening a book and placing a scroll between the pages. "And try to be entertaining, we wouldn't want the children to flee out of boredom." Stories were done orally in all of Greece, yet Nana knew none to recite from memory. There were some about the time she bought a brooch, and the time she attempted to dye her mare Reathea with Imma's help... Hopefully her mother wrote those down!
"Yes mother," It was clear that the vapid Leventi would rather mourn in her room, she was attached to the mansion and only left for formal occasions, although there was court to consider, she was still quite the Mansion's recluse.
"Off you go then!" With a determined smile, Evelli sent her daughter and the slaves away from the mansion.
Once she was kicked out, Nana looked back at the large doors with a small frown before swiftly turning around and eyeing each of the slaves that carried the books. Being kicked out of the Mansion by force brought many unfortunate memories to the forefront, causing her to snatch each book from the serfs. "Give me that." Without protest, she wrapped her hands around the spare book and yanked it from one of the women's arms before hugging it to her own chest. The supposed memories were suppressed out of mere embarrassment, thinking about the girl she was before, disgusted her to her small core. And now that images of her parading around the home voluntarily filthy made her wrinkle her nose in disgust and prompt herself to walk over to the Mikaelidas location to get everything over with so she could return home and bemoan.
Still, it wouldn't help her case if she lurked around with a frown on her face, plus her uncle was there. Lord Fotios wasn't as terrifying as everyone made him out to be, he was just a grunting grouch! He did garner attention because he ruled their House, unfortunately his attire was never on point. Lady Eirini was able to outdress him at all times, it was no wonder he was a grouch. Perhaps he needed a transformation, and maybe others including her relatives and possibly sisters wouldn't be afraid of him. A smile graced her lips as she realized that she may outdo the House Head in clothing alone, and with that, her slow amble became a successful strut.
Strutting over the dust path that led to the mansion owned by the prestigious Mikaelidas, Nana of Leventi tilted her chin upward and waited for one of the guards to open the gates. The gates were wide open, but not wide enough for one that carried three books with scrolls contained within the pages. A small scoff emitted from her throat, directed towards the guards. Both of them turned towards her, one even tilted their head to welcome her inside. She still stood in her spot, her arms wrapped around the books, waiting for them to widen the gap, they remained in their spot. Silence with the exception of the sounds of tearing bandages and loud grunts surrounds the air as they all stared at each other, until a guard broke his silence.
"Welcome, my lady."
Nana still stood there, lips pursed, waiting. One of her slaves, gently nudged her to the gates and she reluctantly moved her feet and easily slid between the 'small' gate gap with absolutely no trouble. Strong smells of salve and dried blood overwhelmed her rose-scented person, yet she still flashed another smile and kept moving. She noticed familiar faces such as her uncle who was speaking to a woman who surprisingly blended in well with his uninspiring attire, and the Prince Irakles who had just lost his brother and nephew. Nana could certainly feel his pain, it was like getting one's hair cut for the first time or balding, tragic really... Looking around, she was relieved that she wouldn't be volunteering to tend to wounds. Reading to wounded children didn't sound so awful by now,
And then her eyes landed on- "Evangelina!" The insensitive woman took her times to slowly stride over to her cousin, holding onto the long dress of her dark purple chiffon so it wouldn't catch any dirt. "I'm happy to see you here, oh, the smell--" Turning to the side, she dropped the books into the nearest slave's hands and waved her hands over her face. "Oh my-- the poor things... Hm, will you be reading to the children as well?"
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"Mother," A whine could be heard from one of the bedrooms upstairs in the Leventi Mansion located in the Taengea Quarters. "I feel for the wounded, I really do, but why can't Imma do it?"
"She's with Theodora," The reply was curt, dismissive almost. "Besides, a little fresh air won't harm you. You've been in this room for almost two days now, you haven't broken fast, you don't come out of your-"
"Mother, I'm in mourning!" An exasperation, a chair is dragged across the floor followed by footsteps. "Pia was attacked and we've lost our King and Crown Prince, and I was- we were so close to being targeted!"
"Nana..." A deep sigh, before two sharp snaps echoed in the room. "Girls, dress my daughter and escort her to the Mikaelidas mansion." A beautiful woman in her mid-forties exits the room, her dark hair in a braid like a thick black rope and her eyes flickering towards the passing slaves as if to hurry them with their task, and with that she disappeared down the staircase.
The young whiny woman who was also in the room was beautiful too, except for the arched eyebrows and childish pout that was etched on her fair features. She allowed the slaves to dress and bathe her, only if she offered them the produce in which to bathe her in. The products were something she was able to 'craft' by just placing random fruits or vegetables together, mostly strawberries which was her favorite fruit. The leaves on top of a strawberry was not to be wasted, the lady benefited from it. The 'tops' as it was called was used to enhance any refreshment she deemed 'dull', and to nimble on whenever time calls for it. Roses was her primary scent to pick, especially rose water which she orders the slaves to bathe her in.
Fresh and heavily scented, her hair was tied in a braid and properly set over her left shoulder with a Unicorn hairpin clipped to the end, the Leventi House sigil worn, proudly displaying the blonde tuff of her hair like a mare's tail. The slaves gathered a long chiffon that displayed the same shade of purple as the hairpin, carefully wrapping it around her slim body, tightening the belt in hopes that it won't fall off due to her thin figure. With tan sandals tied on, the lady, Nana Leventi, was prepared.
As she and the serfs walked down the staircase, they were met by her mother again who handed each slave a book except for one. "Now try to smile, but not too much," The woman instructed, opening a book and placing a scroll between the pages. "And try to be entertaining, we wouldn't want the children to flee out of boredom." Stories were done orally in all of Greece, yet Nana knew none to recite from memory. There were some about the time she bought a brooch, and the time she attempted to dye her mare Reathea with Imma's help... Hopefully her mother wrote those down!
"Yes mother," It was clear that the vapid Leventi would rather mourn in her room, she was attached to the mansion and only left for formal occasions, although there was court to consider, she was still quite the Mansion's recluse.
"Off you go then!" With a determined smile, Evelli sent her daughter and the slaves away from the mansion.
Once she was kicked out, Nana looked back at the large doors with a small frown before swiftly turning around and eyeing each of the slaves that carried the books. Being kicked out of the Mansion by force brought many unfortunate memories to the forefront, causing her to snatch each book from the serfs. "Give me that." Without protest, she wrapped her hands around the spare book and yanked it from one of the women's arms before hugging it to her own chest. The supposed memories were suppressed out of mere embarrassment, thinking about the girl she was before, disgusted her to her small core. And now that images of her parading around the home voluntarily filthy made her wrinkle her nose in disgust and prompt herself to walk over to the Mikaelidas location to get everything over with so she could return home and bemoan.
Still, it wouldn't help her case if she lurked around with a frown on her face, plus her uncle was there. Lord Fotios wasn't as terrifying as everyone made him out to be, he was just a grunting grouch! He did garner attention because he ruled their House, unfortunately his attire was never on point. Lady Eirini was able to outdress him at all times, it was no wonder he was a grouch. Perhaps he needed a transformation, and maybe others including her relatives and possibly sisters wouldn't be afraid of him. A smile graced her lips as she realized that she may outdo the House Head in clothing alone, and with that, her slow amble became a successful strut.
Strutting over the dust path that led to the mansion owned by the prestigious Mikaelidas, Nana of Leventi tilted her chin upward and waited for one of the guards to open the gates. The gates were wide open, but not wide enough for one that carried three books with scrolls contained within the pages. A small scoff emitted from her throat, directed towards the guards. Both of them turned towards her, one even tilted their head to welcome her inside. She still stood in her spot, her arms wrapped around the books, waiting for them to widen the gap, they remained in their spot. Silence with the exception of the sounds of tearing bandages and loud grunts surrounds the air as they all stared at each other, until a guard broke his silence.
"Welcome, my lady."
Nana still stood there, lips pursed, waiting. One of her slaves, gently nudged her to the gates and she reluctantly moved her feet and easily slid between the 'small' gate gap with absolutely no trouble. Strong smells of salve and dried blood overwhelmed her rose-scented person, yet she still flashed another smile and kept moving. She noticed familiar faces such as her uncle who was speaking to a woman who surprisingly blended in well with his uninspiring attire, and the Prince Irakles who had just lost his brother and nephew. Nana could certainly feel his pain, it was like getting one's hair cut for the first time or balding, tragic really... Looking around, she was relieved that she wouldn't be volunteering to tend to wounds. Reading to wounded children didn't sound so awful by now,
And then her eyes landed on- "Evangelina!" The insensitive woman took her times to slowly stride over to her cousin, holding onto the long dress of her dark purple chiffon so it wouldn't catch any dirt. "I'm happy to see you here, oh, the smell--" Turning to the side, she dropped the books into the nearest slave's hands and waved her hands over her face. "Oh my-- the poor things... Hm, will you be reading to the children as well?"
"Mother," A whine could be heard from one of the bedrooms upstairs in the Leventi Mansion located in the Taengea Quarters. "I feel for the wounded, I really do, but why can't Imma do it?"
"She's with Theodora," The reply was curt, dismissive almost. "Besides, a little fresh air won't harm you. You've been in this room for almost two days now, you haven't broken fast, you don't come out of your-"
"Mother, I'm in mourning!" An exasperation, a chair is dragged across the floor followed by footsteps. "Pia was attacked and we've lost our King and Crown Prince, and I was- we were so close to being targeted!"
"Nana..." A deep sigh, before two sharp snaps echoed in the room. "Girls, dress my daughter and escort her to the Mikaelidas mansion." A beautiful woman in her mid-forties exits the room, her dark hair in a braid like a thick black rope and her eyes flickering towards the passing slaves as if to hurry them with their task, and with that she disappeared down the staircase.
The young whiny woman who was also in the room was beautiful too, except for the arched eyebrows and childish pout that was etched on her fair features. She allowed the slaves to dress and bathe her, only if she offered them the produce in which to bathe her in. The products were something she was able to 'craft' by just placing random fruits or vegetables together, mostly strawberries which was her favorite fruit. The leaves on top of a strawberry was not to be wasted, the lady benefited from it. The 'tops' as it was called was used to enhance any refreshment she deemed 'dull', and to nimble on whenever time calls for it. Roses was her primary scent to pick, especially rose water which she orders the slaves to bathe her in.
Fresh and heavily scented, her hair was tied in a braid and properly set over her left shoulder with a Unicorn hairpin clipped to the end, the Leventi House sigil worn, proudly displaying the blonde tuff of her hair like a mare's tail. The slaves gathered a long chiffon that displayed the same shade of purple as the hairpin, carefully wrapping it around her slim body, tightening the belt in hopes that it won't fall off due to her thin figure. With tan sandals tied on, the lady, Nana Leventi, was prepared.
As she and the serfs walked down the staircase, they were met by her mother again who handed each slave a book except for one. "Now try to smile, but not too much," The woman instructed, opening a book and placing a scroll between the pages. "And try to be entertaining, we wouldn't want the children to flee out of boredom." Stories were done orally in all of Greece, yet Nana knew none to recite from memory. There were some about the time she bought a brooch, and the time she attempted to dye her mare Reathea with Imma's help... Hopefully her mother wrote those down!
"Yes mother," It was clear that the vapid Leventi would rather mourn in her room, she was attached to the mansion and only left for formal occasions, although there was court to consider, she was still quite the Mansion's recluse.
"Off you go then!" With a determined smile, Evelli sent her daughter and the slaves away from the mansion.
Once she was kicked out, Nana looked back at the large doors with a small frown before swiftly turning around and eyeing each of the slaves that carried the books. Being kicked out of the Mansion by force brought many unfortunate memories to the forefront, causing her to snatch each book from the serfs. "Give me that." Without protest, she wrapped her hands around the spare book and yanked it from one of the women's arms before hugging it to her own chest. The supposed memories were suppressed out of mere embarrassment, thinking about the girl she was before, disgusted her to her small core. And now that images of her parading around the home voluntarily filthy made her wrinkle her nose in disgust and prompt herself to walk over to the Mikaelidas location to get everything over with so she could return home and bemoan.
Still, it wouldn't help her case if she lurked around with a frown on her face, plus her uncle was there. Lord Fotios wasn't as terrifying as everyone made him out to be, he was just a grunting grouch! He did garner attention because he ruled their House, unfortunately his attire was never on point. Lady Eirini was able to outdress him at all times, it was no wonder he was a grouch. Perhaps he needed a transformation, and maybe others including her relatives and possibly sisters wouldn't be afraid of him. A smile graced her lips as she realized that she may outdo the House Head in clothing alone, and with that, her slow amble became a successful strut.
Strutting over the dust path that led to the mansion owned by the prestigious Mikaelidas, Nana of Leventi tilted her chin upward and waited for one of the guards to open the gates. The gates were wide open, but not wide enough for one that carried three books with scrolls contained within the pages. A small scoff emitted from her throat, directed towards the guards. Both of them turned towards her, one even tilted their head to welcome her inside. She still stood in her spot, her arms wrapped around the books, waiting for them to widen the gap, they remained in their spot. Silence with the exception of the sounds of tearing bandages and loud grunts surrounds the air as they all stared at each other, until a guard broke his silence.
"Welcome, my lady."
Nana still stood there, lips pursed, waiting. One of her slaves, gently nudged her to the gates and she reluctantly moved her feet and easily slid between the 'small' gate gap with absolutely no trouble. Strong smells of salve and dried blood overwhelmed her rose-scented person, yet she still flashed another smile and kept moving. She noticed familiar faces such as her uncle who was speaking to a woman who surprisingly blended in well with his uninspiring attire, and the Prince Irakles who had just lost his brother and nephew. Nana could certainly feel his pain, it was like getting one's hair cut for the first time or balding, tragic really... Looking around, she was relieved that she wouldn't be volunteering to tend to wounds. Reading to wounded children didn't sound so awful by now,
And then her eyes landed on- "Evangelina!" The insensitive woman took her times to slowly stride over to her cousin, holding onto the long dress of her dark purple chiffon so it wouldn't catch any dirt. "I'm happy to see you here, oh, the smell--" Turning to the side, she dropped the books into the nearest slave's hands and waved her hands over her face. "Oh my-- the poor things... Hm, will you be reading to the children as well?"
The Gods had taken mercy on Evangelina’s sanity. She had somehow managed to make it all the way back to the scribe’s table without crossing paths with Fotios. The scribe passed her a bashful smile that caused his fluffy cheeks to redden. It was an odd look on a man that’d met his prime a decade ago. It didn’t stop Evie from returning the small, stiff smile, out of politeness.
Not waiting another moment, she snatched the basket with jars of balm that she’d been carrying around earlier to administer aid with and quickly disappeared away from him and his almost hopeful smiles and adoring eyes. Why did she always attract the weird ones?
A hand reached out grasping her by the wrist, pulling her to a stop. A squeak echoed out of her and she was prepared to send a left hook into the vexation that had grabbed her when she remembered where she was.
“Mada….” The man’s voice was raw, hoarse from the smoke he’d ingested. She bent a little closer so he didn’t have to try as hard to speak. “Madam…” He had her title wrong but under the circumstances, she supposed it could be overlooked. There was something desperate in his gaze, perhaps wild. Wrenching her arm free before she tucked his arm back to his chest and gave it a small pat.
“Sir, you should just sit there and rest. I’ll find someone who…” She tried to speak but the man’s arm was grabbing at her wrist once more. “Madam… The fire… The fire…” His voice croaked in delirious desperation. Evangelina pulled her arm free again, once more trying to tuck his arm in. “Sir, please! I’ll find a healer but you must rest.” She tried to sound more insistent but the more she tried to calm him the more he seemed to work himself up.
“I saw them…” The man began that racking cough again, this time a bit of phlegm working out of the corner of his mouth. His dark hair dirty and sticking in every direction, he looked like the sort of man to be found lying in pig filth after several days of overindulgence in the local tavern. Recoiling, Evangelina’s dark eyes widened as he continued. “I saw ‘em, I tell ya!”
Was he crazy? Drunk? What was wrong with him?
He jolted up into sitting position, grasping her arm again and shaking her with a strength she wouldn’t have expected from him.
“Sir! Calm down. You are safe.” She growled lowly at him. He was doing enough to draw attention to them. “No, no… we aren’t I saw them….” He gasped, trying to will away the coughing fit that was coming again. “They ain’t human.” His will lost as another fit of coughs shook him. “Red… They had red eyes and no faces…”
Taking the moment to step out of his reach, Evangelina took another step backward and this time felt the back of her legs hit another cot but the woman in it had already vacated it with the man’s shrieking. The man was out of his mind spouting nonsense about witchcraft and otherworldly beings with no faces and red eyes.
‘Evangelina.’ The familiar voice was so calm considering the man who was hacking his insides up in front of her.
Her head jerked towards the voice and her eyes widened even more as the most unlikely person to find here had just joined them. Nana. She didn’t have time to answer the silly questions that shot out of her cousin’s mouth before her gaze was drawn back to the man now scrambling out of his cot, crab walking backward shrieking. His index finger pointing wildly at Nana, his bloodshot eyes focused on her yet not seeing her either.
“They are here. Can’t you see them… they are comin’ to get me cause I saw them… I know what they did.” He crashed into something as he tried to escape. Evangelina darted after him, “Sir, there is no one here after you. That’s just Lady Nana… I promise… She’s quite human.” Evangelina tried to soothe, but the man had gone past the point of being calmed back down. Her eyes darted around looking for help… why were the weird ones always attracted to her? The only bright side to all of this was… at least it was her that he was screaming at for being of the otherworlds.
It was all happening quicker than Evangelina could handle… the man had backed himself into a corner and… where had he gotten those shears?
Evangelina edged closer, speaking to him in the same tone she would a spooked horse. “Sir, please… put those shears down. I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. I promise we won’t let anything happen to you…” Only time would tell if her words would work or more forceful measures would have to be taken...
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The Gods had taken mercy on Evangelina’s sanity. She had somehow managed to make it all the way back to the scribe’s table without crossing paths with Fotios. The scribe passed her a bashful smile that caused his fluffy cheeks to redden. It was an odd look on a man that’d met his prime a decade ago. It didn’t stop Evie from returning the small, stiff smile, out of politeness.
Not waiting another moment, she snatched the basket with jars of balm that she’d been carrying around earlier to administer aid with and quickly disappeared away from him and his almost hopeful smiles and adoring eyes. Why did she always attract the weird ones?
A hand reached out grasping her by the wrist, pulling her to a stop. A squeak echoed out of her and she was prepared to send a left hook into the vexation that had grabbed her when she remembered where she was.
“Mada….” The man’s voice was raw, hoarse from the smoke he’d ingested. She bent a little closer so he didn’t have to try as hard to speak. “Madam…” He had her title wrong but under the circumstances, she supposed it could be overlooked. There was something desperate in his gaze, perhaps wild. Wrenching her arm free before she tucked his arm back to his chest and gave it a small pat.
“Sir, you should just sit there and rest. I’ll find someone who…” She tried to speak but the man’s arm was grabbing at her wrist once more. “Madam… The fire… The fire…” His voice croaked in delirious desperation. Evangelina pulled her arm free again, once more trying to tuck his arm in. “Sir, please! I’ll find a healer but you must rest.” She tried to sound more insistent but the more she tried to calm him the more he seemed to work himself up.
“I saw them…” The man began that racking cough again, this time a bit of phlegm working out of the corner of his mouth. His dark hair dirty and sticking in every direction, he looked like the sort of man to be found lying in pig filth after several days of overindulgence in the local tavern. Recoiling, Evangelina’s dark eyes widened as he continued. “I saw ‘em, I tell ya!”
Was he crazy? Drunk? What was wrong with him?
He jolted up into sitting position, grasping her arm again and shaking her with a strength she wouldn’t have expected from him.
“Sir! Calm down. You are safe.” She growled lowly at him. He was doing enough to draw attention to them. “No, no… we aren’t I saw them….” He gasped, trying to will away the coughing fit that was coming again. “They ain’t human.” His will lost as another fit of coughs shook him. “Red… They had red eyes and no faces…”
Taking the moment to step out of his reach, Evangelina took another step backward and this time felt the back of her legs hit another cot but the woman in it had already vacated it with the man’s shrieking. The man was out of his mind spouting nonsense about witchcraft and otherworldly beings with no faces and red eyes.
‘Evangelina.’ The familiar voice was so calm considering the man who was hacking his insides up in front of her.
Her head jerked towards the voice and her eyes widened even more as the most unlikely person to find here had just joined them. Nana. She didn’t have time to answer the silly questions that shot out of her cousin’s mouth before her gaze was drawn back to the man now scrambling out of his cot, crab walking backward shrieking. His index finger pointing wildly at Nana, his bloodshot eyes focused on her yet not seeing her either.
“They are here. Can’t you see them… they are comin’ to get me cause I saw them… I know what they did.” He crashed into something as he tried to escape. Evangelina darted after him, “Sir, there is no one here after you. That’s just Lady Nana… I promise… She’s quite human.” Evangelina tried to soothe, but the man had gone past the point of being calmed back down. Her eyes darted around looking for help… why were the weird ones always attracted to her? The only bright side to all of this was… at least it was her that he was screaming at for being of the otherworlds.
It was all happening quicker than Evangelina could handle… the man had backed himself into a corner and… where had he gotten those shears?
Evangelina edged closer, speaking to him in the same tone she would a spooked horse. “Sir, please… put those shears down. I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. I promise we won’t let anything happen to you…” Only time would tell if her words would work or more forceful measures would have to be taken...
The Gods had taken mercy on Evangelina’s sanity. She had somehow managed to make it all the way back to the scribe’s table without crossing paths with Fotios. The scribe passed her a bashful smile that caused his fluffy cheeks to redden. It was an odd look on a man that’d met his prime a decade ago. It didn’t stop Evie from returning the small, stiff smile, out of politeness.
Not waiting another moment, she snatched the basket with jars of balm that she’d been carrying around earlier to administer aid with and quickly disappeared away from him and his almost hopeful smiles and adoring eyes. Why did she always attract the weird ones?
A hand reached out grasping her by the wrist, pulling her to a stop. A squeak echoed out of her and she was prepared to send a left hook into the vexation that had grabbed her when she remembered where she was.
“Mada….” The man’s voice was raw, hoarse from the smoke he’d ingested. She bent a little closer so he didn’t have to try as hard to speak. “Madam…” He had her title wrong but under the circumstances, she supposed it could be overlooked. There was something desperate in his gaze, perhaps wild. Wrenching her arm free before she tucked his arm back to his chest and gave it a small pat.
“Sir, you should just sit there and rest. I’ll find someone who…” She tried to speak but the man’s arm was grabbing at her wrist once more. “Madam… The fire… The fire…” His voice croaked in delirious desperation. Evangelina pulled her arm free again, once more trying to tuck his arm in. “Sir, please! I’ll find a healer but you must rest.” She tried to sound more insistent but the more she tried to calm him the more he seemed to work himself up.
“I saw them…” The man began that racking cough again, this time a bit of phlegm working out of the corner of his mouth. His dark hair dirty and sticking in every direction, he looked like the sort of man to be found lying in pig filth after several days of overindulgence in the local tavern. Recoiling, Evangelina’s dark eyes widened as he continued. “I saw ‘em, I tell ya!”
Was he crazy? Drunk? What was wrong with him?
He jolted up into sitting position, grasping her arm again and shaking her with a strength she wouldn’t have expected from him.
“Sir! Calm down. You are safe.” She growled lowly at him. He was doing enough to draw attention to them. “No, no… we aren’t I saw them….” He gasped, trying to will away the coughing fit that was coming again. “They ain’t human.” His will lost as another fit of coughs shook him. “Red… They had red eyes and no faces…”
Taking the moment to step out of his reach, Evangelina took another step backward and this time felt the back of her legs hit another cot but the woman in it had already vacated it with the man’s shrieking. The man was out of his mind spouting nonsense about witchcraft and otherworldly beings with no faces and red eyes.
‘Evangelina.’ The familiar voice was so calm considering the man who was hacking his insides up in front of her.
Her head jerked towards the voice and her eyes widened even more as the most unlikely person to find here had just joined them. Nana. She didn’t have time to answer the silly questions that shot out of her cousin’s mouth before her gaze was drawn back to the man now scrambling out of his cot, crab walking backward shrieking. His index finger pointing wildly at Nana, his bloodshot eyes focused on her yet not seeing her either.
“They are here. Can’t you see them… they are comin’ to get me cause I saw them… I know what they did.” He crashed into something as he tried to escape. Evangelina darted after him, “Sir, there is no one here after you. That’s just Lady Nana… I promise… She’s quite human.” Evangelina tried to soothe, but the man had gone past the point of being calmed back down. Her eyes darted around looking for help… why were the weird ones always attracted to her? The only bright side to all of this was… at least it was her that he was screaming at for being of the otherworlds.
It was all happening quicker than Evangelina could handle… the man had backed himself into a corner and… where had he gotten those shears?
Evangelina edged closer, speaking to him in the same tone she would a spooked horse. “Sir, please… put those shears down. I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. I promise we won’t let anything happen to you…” Only time would tell if her words would work or more forceful measures would have to be taken...
Evangelina seldom seemed thrilled to see her which caused her to feel a bit dejected, perhaps it was because they wore the same chiton- no, not that; her cousin's was pitch black in color, as if she were mourning for someone she lost. Well no wonder for the sour attitude! Nana never took her spirited cousin for one who would pay her respects to the falling monarchs, she would don her blacks for a dying Leventi stallion before doing so for a dead human. The naive Leventi wore black for a week and stayed occupied herself in her room with prayer, and by prayer, it meant spreading oils over her body and spacing out about the possibilities of the Greed? Creed? Breed? The cloaked figures taking her and all of her sisters alongside Olympia at knifepoint, of course most of them would surround her because she was well-dressed during the event. Still, at least her mourning period was appropriate at a greater extent, unlike her cousin's who misguided as she was, she held dear.
As she turned away from Evie, all eyes were on them. Nana flashed yet another smile and waved, feeling accomplished about her choice in aiding her slaves into helping enhance her beauty but it wasn't her that they had her eyes on. A threatening finger pointed towards her, owned by an unkempt and delirious looking man. The woman of twenty years tilted her head in mild confusion, was there something on her chiton? Belt? Oh by the gods, hopefully she hasn't managed to step into the healing salves or balms that loitered around the tent! As she tilted her head down to look at her dress, a rather frightening accusation was directed towards her in spite.
“They are here. Can’t you see them… they are comin’ to get me cause I saw them… I know what they did.”
And with that, Nana slowly yet gracefully raised her head. Her eyes widened, taken aback by the outburst, but clearly appearing afraid all the same. But was it fright that marked her features?
Oh no...
He couldn't have seen her, could he? It was a swift grab, swift even for the likes of a lady who enjoyed taking things slowly. It was a beautiful necklace, a silver chain with a medium sized diamond gem at the end... the most beautiful that stood out around all of the chariot racers and hardworking horses. And it also matched her earrings- oh, she put it back during the wreckage, she pulled away from Selene fast enough to toss it over the deflated tent where the merchant once stood. Whatever the delirious man tried to say, he was all the more wrong. It isn't a crime to borrow, plus the merchant might not have remembered, for he carried other wares but none as beautiful as the diamond. That reminded her, did she even toss the necklace...?
Evangelina tried calming the man down with her words, even dashed over to him as he attempted to hastily depart. The twenty one year old wanted to walk away from the situation and look for the children she was supposed to be reading to, but it would make her look suspicious. Everyone's eyes were locked onto her and they looked to be in need of convincing that she was hardly a thief. Biting her lower lip, she grabbed her chiton dress skirts and beckoned the slaves to follow her as she slowly jogged at her cousin's heels.
He equipped a pair of shears, pointing them at Nana and her slaves. Cowering behind her cousin sounded like the best solution, but the people! With a shake of her braid, she closely examined the man. His hair stuck in all directions was mattered, tanned spittle hung at the corner of his lips, and his clothes were tattered and covered in filth. And that's when, the woman knew his exact reason for such theatrics. In exchange for assuming she stole, he wanted a full transformation. Dear, he could just ask like any normal Taengean!
"Oh dearest, I know just the thing you're after!" She exclaimed with a grin, her hand waving towards her slaves in utter excitement. "You, find the best chair for him, you can carry all of my books, you find a clean blanket, and you... you can, just stay here and look charming. He will receive the best haircut in all of Taengea and I won't accept any less."
As the slave girls departed with their orders, Nana turned towards Evie, her back towards everyone. "Evie, dearest~!" To call her cousin by her nickname was rare, it even sounds foreign on her own tongue. Albeit the screams from the man, she still flipped her golden braid way from the side of her neck before grabbing her hands. "Since you're the best at dealing with our challenged horses, well..." Leaning in, she lowered her voice in a whisper. "I'd like for you to help me with his appearance, unfortunately there aren't many able men here, wouldn't want to bother the Lords." Speaking of able men and lords, the Leventi and Mikealidas Lord's were nowhere in sight, at least to the oblivious one anyway. "I mean I would do it all by myself but, I have just taken a bath not too long ago and well... I'd hate to mess anything up." Squeezing Evie's hands in reassurance she waited for a 'yes'. "I'd let you use my all of my chitons that you're desperately in need of," With a brief look over Evie, she smiled again. "The one you're wearing is half-way decent." They could talk of chitons all they'd like, but there was a desperate man who was ready to spill her secret. Releasing her cousin's hands, her gaze shifted to two male volunteers. Eyes a flutter, she rested her fingers on her cheek before soliciting a demand. "The man is dangerous, can you strapping young men hold him down for us?" She didnt have to say 'please' as the men ran over as requested, the crazed men lunged forward and scrapped a volunteer's arm with the tip of the shears. Despite the slight wince, the man made a slow grab for it and wrestling for the weapons commence.
Impatient, she inquired her cousin. "So, how about a yes~?"
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Evangelina seldom seemed thrilled to see her which caused her to feel a bit dejected, perhaps it was because they wore the same chiton- no, not that; her cousin's was pitch black in color, as if she were mourning for someone she lost. Well no wonder for the sour attitude! Nana never took her spirited cousin for one who would pay her respects to the falling monarchs, she would don her blacks for a dying Leventi stallion before doing so for a dead human. The naive Leventi wore black for a week and stayed occupied herself in her room with prayer, and by prayer, it meant spreading oils over her body and spacing out about the possibilities of the Greed? Creed? Breed? The cloaked figures taking her and all of her sisters alongside Olympia at knifepoint, of course most of them would surround her because she was well-dressed during the event. Still, at least her mourning period was appropriate at a greater extent, unlike her cousin's who misguided as she was, she held dear.
As she turned away from Evie, all eyes were on them. Nana flashed yet another smile and waved, feeling accomplished about her choice in aiding her slaves into helping enhance her beauty but it wasn't her that they had her eyes on. A threatening finger pointed towards her, owned by an unkempt and delirious looking man. The woman of twenty years tilted her head in mild confusion, was there something on her chiton? Belt? Oh by the gods, hopefully she hasn't managed to step into the healing salves or balms that loitered around the tent! As she tilted her head down to look at her dress, a rather frightening accusation was directed towards her in spite.
“They are here. Can’t you see them… they are comin’ to get me cause I saw them… I know what they did.”
And with that, Nana slowly yet gracefully raised her head. Her eyes widened, taken aback by the outburst, but clearly appearing afraid all the same. But was it fright that marked her features?
Oh no...
He couldn't have seen her, could he? It was a swift grab, swift even for the likes of a lady who enjoyed taking things slowly. It was a beautiful necklace, a silver chain with a medium sized diamond gem at the end... the most beautiful that stood out around all of the chariot racers and hardworking horses. And it also matched her earrings- oh, she put it back during the wreckage, she pulled away from Selene fast enough to toss it over the deflated tent where the merchant once stood. Whatever the delirious man tried to say, he was all the more wrong. It isn't a crime to borrow, plus the merchant might not have remembered, for he carried other wares but none as beautiful as the diamond. That reminded her, did she even toss the necklace...?
Evangelina tried calming the man down with her words, even dashed over to him as he attempted to hastily depart. The twenty one year old wanted to walk away from the situation and look for the children she was supposed to be reading to, but it would make her look suspicious. Everyone's eyes were locked onto her and they looked to be in need of convincing that she was hardly a thief. Biting her lower lip, she grabbed her chiton dress skirts and beckoned the slaves to follow her as she slowly jogged at her cousin's heels.
He equipped a pair of shears, pointing them at Nana and her slaves. Cowering behind her cousin sounded like the best solution, but the people! With a shake of her braid, she closely examined the man. His hair stuck in all directions was mattered, tanned spittle hung at the corner of his lips, and his clothes were tattered and covered in filth. And that's when, the woman knew his exact reason for such theatrics. In exchange for assuming she stole, he wanted a full transformation. Dear, he could just ask like any normal Taengean!
"Oh dearest, I know just the thing you're after!" She exclaimed with a grin, her hand waving towards her slaves in utter excitement. "You, find the best chair for him, you can carry all of my books, you find a clean blanket, and you... you can, just stay here and look charming. He will receive the best haircut in all of Taengea and I won't accept any less."
As the slave girls departed with their orders, Nana turned towards Evie, her back towards everyone. "Evie, dearest~!" To call her cousin by her nickname was rare, it even sounds foreign on her own tongue. Albeit the screams from the man, she still flipped her golden braid way from the side of her neck before grabbing her hands. "Since you're the best at dealing with our challenged horses, well..." Leaning in, she lowered her voice in a whisper. "I'd like for you to help me with his appearance, unfortunately there aren't many able men here, wouldn't want to bother the Lords." Speaking of able men and lords, the Leventi and Mikealidas Lord's were nowhere in sight, at least to the oblivious one anyway. "I mean I would do it all by myself but, I have just taken a bath not too long ago and well... I'd hate to mess anything up." Squeezing Evie's hands in reassurance she waited for a 'yes'. "I'd let you use my all of my chitons that you're desperately in need of," With a brief look over Evie, she smiled again. "The one you're wearing is half-way decent." They could talk of chitons all they'd like, but there was a desperate man who was ready to spill her secret. Releasing her cousin's hands, her gaze shifted to two male volunteers. Eyes a flutter, she rested her fingers on her cheek before soliciting a demand. "The man is dangerous, can you strapping young men hold him down for us?" She didnt have to say 'please' as the men ran over as requested, the crazed men lunged forward and scrapped a volunteer's arm with the tip of the shears. Despite the slight wince, the man made a slow grab for it and wrestling for the weapons commence.
Impatient, she inquired her cousin. "So, how about a yes~?"
Evangelina seldom seemed thrilled to see her which caused her to feel a bit dejected, perhaps it was because they wore the same chiton- no, not that; her cousin's was pitch black in color, as if she were mourning for someone she lost. Well no wonder for the sour attitude! Nana never took her spirited cousin for one who would pay her respects to the falling monarchs, she would don her blacks for a dying Leventi stallion before doing so for a dead human. The naive Leventi wore black for a week and stayed occupied herself in her room with prayer, and by prayer, it meant spreading oils over her body and spacing out about the possibilities of the Greed? Creed? Breed? The cloaked figures taking her and all of her sisters alongside Olympia at knifepoint, of course most of them would surround her because she was well-dressed during the event. Still, at least her mourning period was appropriate at a greater extent, unlike her cousin's who misguided as she was, she held dear.
As she turned away from Evie, all eyes were on them. Nana flashed yet another smile and waved, feeling accomplished about her choice in aiding her slaves into helping enhance her beauty but it wasn't her that they had her eyes on. A threatening finger pointed towards her, owned by an unkempt and delirious looking man. The woman of twenty years tilted her head in mild confusion, was there something on her chiton? Belt? Oh by the gods, hopefully she hasn't managed to step into the healing salves or balms that loitered around the tent! As she tilted her head down to look at her dress, a rather frightening accusation was directed towards her in spite.
“They are here. Can’t you see them… they are comin’ to get me cause I saw them… I know what they did.”
And with that, Nana slowly yet gracefully raised her head. Her eyes widened, taken aback by the outburst, but clearly appearing afraid all the same. But was it fright that marked her features?
Oh no...
He couldn't have seen her, could he? It was a swift grab, swift even for the likes of a lady who enjoyed taking things slowly. It was a beautiful necklace, a silver chain with a medium sized diamond gem at the end... the most beautiful that stood out around all of the chariot racers and hardworking horses. And it also matched her earrings- oh, she put it back during the wreckage, she pulled away from Selene fast enough to toss it over the deflated tent where the merchant once stood. Whatever the delirious man tried to say, he was all the more wrong. It isn't a crime to borrow, plus the merchant might not have remembered, for he carried other wares but none as beautiful as the diamond. That reminded her, did she even toss the necklace...?
Evangelina tried calming the man down with her words, even dashed over to him as he attempted to hastily depart. The twenty one year old wanted to walk away from the situation and look for the children she was supposed to be reading to, but it would make her look suspicious. Everyone's eyes were locked onto her and they looked to be in need of convincing that she was hardly a thief. Biting her lower lip, she grabbed her chiton dress skirts and beckoned the slaves to follow her as she slowly jogged at her cousin's heels.
He equipped a pair of shears, pointing them at Nana and her slaves. Cowering behind her cousin sounded like the best solution, but the people! With a shake of her braid, she closely examined the man. His hair stuck in all directions was mattered, tanned spittle hung at the corner of his lips, and his clothes were tattered and covered in filth. And that's when, the woman knew his exact reason for such theatrics. In exchange for assuming she stole, he wanted a full transformation. Dear, he could just ask like any normal Taengean!
"Oh dearest, I know just the thing you're after!" She exclaimed with a grin, her hand waving towards her slaves in utter excitement. "You, find the best chair for him, you can carry all of my books, you find a clean blanket, and you... you can, just stay here and look charming. He will receive the best haircut in all of Taengea and I won't accept any less."
As the slave girls departed with their orders, Nana turned towards Evie, her back towards everyone. "Evie, dearest~!" To call her cousin by her nickname was rare, it even sounds foreign on her own tongue. Albeit the screams from the man, she still flipped her golden braid way from the side of her neck before grabbing her hands. "Since you're the best at dealing with our challenged horses, well..." Leaning in, she lowered her voice in a whisper. "I'd like for you to help me with his appearance, unfortunately there aren't many able men here, wouldn't want to bother the Lords." Speaking of able men and lords, the Leventi and Mikealidas Lord's were nowhere in sight, at least to the oblivious one anyway. "I mean I would do it all by myself but, I have just taken a bath not too long ago and well... I'd hate to mess anything up." Squeezing Evie's hands in reassurance she waited for a 'yes'. "I'd let you use my all of my chitons that you're desperately in need of," With a brief look over Evie, she smiled again. "The one you're wearing is half-way decent." They could talk of chitons all they'd like, but there was a desperate man who was ready to spill her secret. Releasing her cousin's hands, her gaze shifted to two male volunteers. Eyes a flutter, she rested her fingers on her cheek before soliciting a demand. "The man is dangerous, can you strapping young men hold him down for us?" She didnt have to say 'please' as the men ran over as requested, the crazed men lunged forward and scrapped a volunteer's arm with the tip of the shears. Despite the slight wince, the man made a slow grab for it and wrestling for the weapons commence.
Impatient, she inquired her cousin. "So, how about a yes~?"
He watched out of the corner of his eye as Sara led the Lady Evangelina into the Mikaelidas mansion, and then headed over to where the more seriously wounded was tended to by the senior healers. Noting down what was necessary, Irakles was quick to summon over a slave or two, approving a sum of gold to be used to purchase the necessary salves and extra wrappings needed to form bandages, before going to where the kitchen staff stood waiting at the doorsteps.
Nodding, his servants worked quickly to distribute the fresh water that Irakles had ensured was stocked up for the day. Fresh hot rolls were also brought out to supply any of the commoners whose houses and supplies of victuals were destroyed. With the market in Taengea still slow to reopen, food and drink has been difficult to procure, so Irakles had done his best to see if he could provide for them for now.
As he strode with a watchful eye to ensure all the provisions were distributed evenly, a sudden commotion at the door made him look up, just in time to see the entrance of a Lady Nana who... looked entirely too well made up for a service such as this. The old general raised an amused brow, wondering at why exactly had a girl like Nana of Leventi arrive at such an event. Not one to question however, Irakles simply made a note to ask Fotios in regards to his niece later, before returning to the task at hand.
He had not had the chance to go much further however, when a sudden commotion made all his military senses go on high alert. Pivoting on his feet, the sharp eyes of the general was quick to catch the deranged looking man who now advanced on Lady Evangelina who was slowly backing away from him. It was unfortunate that Lady Nana had chosen to join her cousin just at that moment, but Irakles was now more concerned with the man shrieking wildly, the bloodshot eyes clearly obvious to all that he was not in his right mind.
Irakles had left his battle axe in his room, and with no time to grab it, he abandoned the maids who had been distributing victuals. His guards were quick to rush forward, but instead of surrounding him, Irakles flicked his wrist, a silent command for them to head towards the two ladies in need of assistance instead.
Yet halfway in their dash, with Irakles jogging behind in close pursuit, the men drew up short when Lady Nana suddenly exclaimed with a grin, her hands waving in a form of excitement which Irakles could not seek the reason for. Was she not frightened in the face of the man brandishing the shears? Blinking, Irakles was momentarily frozen by the sheer surprise of the way Nana was behaving... yet the old general was quick to see an opportunity. Whether it was intentional or not, Irakles saw the confusion in the previously deranged man - any opportunity was well taken at this point.
Just as Nana instructed the male volunteers, Irakles's men themselves surged the last few feet forward. Between the five of them, they managed to wrangle the shears away from the crazy man who kept repeating words of having seen 'them', even as he was getting overpowered by the well trained guards of Mikaelidas, and eventually brought away.
Following behind, the Head jogged over, his features a picture of concern as he dipped his head to the two ladies. His lips tightening in a worried line, Irakles kept a safe distance, but his baritone was deep with worry as he asked "I do hope you two ladies are unharmed. My deepest apologies for that to have happened on my grounds. Perhaps I could escort you to our sitting rooms for a reprieve after that scare?"
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He watched out of the corner of his eye as Sara led the Lady Evangelina into the Mikaelidas mansion, and then headed over to where the more seriously wounded was tended to by the senior healers. Noting down what was necessary, Irakles was quick to summon over a slave or two, approving a sum of gold to be used to purchase the necessary salves and extra wrappings needed to form bandages, before going to where the kitchen staff stood waiting at the doorsteps.
Nodding, his servants worked quickly to distribute the fresh water that Irakles had ensured was stocked up for the day. Fresh hot rolls were also brought out to supply any of the commoners whose houses and supplies of victuals were destroyed. With the market in Taengea still slow to reopen, food and drink has been difficult to procure, so Irakles had done his best to see if he could provide for them for now.
As he strode with a watchful eye to ensure all the provisions were distributed evenly, a sudden commotion at the door made him look up, just in time to see the entrance of a Lady Nana who... looked entirely too well made up for a service such as this. The old general raised an amused brow, wondering at why exactly had a girl like Nana of Leventi arrive at such an event. Not one to question however, Irakles simply made a note to ask Fotios in regards to his niece later, before returning to the task at hand.
He had not had the chance to go much further however, when a sudden commotion made all his military senses go on high alert. Pivoting on his feet, the sharp eyes of the general was quick to catch the deranged looking man who now advanced on Lady Evangelina who was slowly backing away from him. It was unfortunate that Lady Nana had chosen to join her cousin just at that moment, but Irakles was now more concerned with the man shrieking wildly, the bloodshot eyes clearly obvious to all that he was not in his right mind.
Irakles had left his battle axe in his room, and with no time to grab it, he abandoned the maids who had been distributing victuals. His guards were quick to rush forward, but instead of surrounding him, Irakles flicked his wrist, a silent command for them to head towards the two ladies in need of assistance instead.
Yet halfway in their dash, with Irakles jogging behind in close pursuit, the men drew up short when Lady Nana suddenly exclaimed with a grin, her hands waving in a form of excitement which Irakles could not seek the reason for. Was she not frightened in the face of the man brandishing the shears? Blinking, Irakles was momentarily frozen by the sheer surprise of the way Nana was behaving... yet the old general was quick to see an opportunity. Whether it was intentional or not, Irakles saw the confusion in the previously deranged man - any opportunity was well taken at this point.
Just as Nana instructed the male volunteers, Irakles's men themselves surged the last few feet forward. Between the five of them, they managed to wrangle the shears away from the crazy man who kept repeating words of having seen 'them', even as he was getting overpowered by the well trained guards of Mikaelidas, and eventually brought away.
Following behind, the Head jogged over, his features a picture of concern as he dipped his head to the two ladies. His lips tightening in a worried line, Irakles kept a safe distance, but his baritone was deep with worry as he asked "I do hope you two ladies are unharmed. My deepest apologies for that to have happened on my grounds. Perhaps I could escort you to our sitting rooms for a reprieve after that scare?"
He watched out of the corner of his eye as Sara led the Lady Evangelina into the Mikaelidas mansion, and then headed over to where the more seriously wounded was tended to by the senior healers. Noting down what was necessary, Irakles was quick to summon over a slave or two, approving a sum of gold to be used to purchase the necessary salves and extra wrappings needed to form bandages, before going to where the kitchen staff stood waiting at the doorsteps.
Nodding, his servants worked quickly to distribute the fresh water that Irakles had ensured was stocked up for the day. Fresh hot rolls were also brought out to supply any of the commoners whose houses and supplies of victuals were destroyed. With the market in Taengea still slow to reopen, food and drink has been difficult to procure, so Irakles had done his best to see if he could provide for them for now.
As he strode with a watchful eye to ensure all the provisions were distributed evenly, a sudden commotion at the door made him look up, just in time to see the entrance of a Lady Nana who... looked entirely too well made up for a service such as this. The old general raised an amused brow, wondering at why exactly had a girl like Nana of Leventi arrive at such an event. Not one to question however, Irakles simply made a note to ask Fotios in regards to his niece later, before returning to the task at hand.
He had not had the chance to go much further however, when a sudden commotion made all his military senses go on high alert. Pivoting on his feet, the sharp eyes of the general was quick to catch the deranged looking man who now advanced on Lady Evangelina who was slowly backing away from him. It was unfortunate that Lady Nana had chosen to join her cousin just at that moment, but Irakles was now more concerned with the man shrieking wildly, the bloodshot eyes clearly obvious to all that he was not in his right mind.
Irakles had left his battle axe in his room, and with no time to grab it, he abandoned the maids who had been distributing victuals. His guards were quick to rush forward, but instead of surrounding him, Irakles flicked his wrist, a silent command for them to head towards the two ladies in need of assistance instead.
Yet halfway in their dash, with Irakles jogging behind in close pursuit, the men drew up short when Lady Nana suddenly exclaimed with a grin, her hands waving in a form of excitement which Irakles could not seek the reason for. Was she not frightened in the face of the man brandishing the shears? Blinking, Irakles was momentarily frozen by the sheer surprise of the way Nana was behaving... yet the old general was quick to see an opportunity. Whether it was intentional or not, Irakles saw the confusion in the previously deranged man - any opportunity was well taken at this point.
Just as Nana instructed the male volunteers, Irakles's men themselves surged the last few feet forward. Between the five of them, they managed to wrangle the shears away from the crazy man who kept repeating words of having seen 'them', even as he was getting overpowered by the well trained guards of Mikaelidas, and eventually brought away.
Following behind, the Head jogged over, his features a picture of concern as he dipped his head to the two ladies. His lips tightening in a worried line, Irakles kept a safe distance, but his baritone was deep with worry as he asked "I do hope you two ladies are unharmed. My deepest apologies for that to have happened on my grounds. Perhaps I could escort you to our sitting rooms for a reprieve after that scare?"
If this man was anything to go by, horses were easier than people to communicate with. She’d stopped trying to convince him with words but rather the soft, sweet nothings she spoke of. Her quiet, throaty voice reassuringly tried to drown out the world for him. She’d successfully managed to block everything out of her own mind, her focus singled solely on the delirious man.
For a moment, the briefest of moments Evangelina thought he was going to put the shears down. That moment imploded though as there was a shriek behind her breaking her concentration from the man. For the first time, she noticed Prince Irakles guards moving in around her and Nana.
Oh dearest, I know just the thing you’re after!
Evie’s dark doe eyes blinked at her cousin. She did? Nana’s voice grew excited and her hands began to wave about as she started issuing orders in a way that a General could appreciate. She demanded a chair and a blanket. Evie wasn’t sure where this was going until…
...just stay here and look charming. He’ll receive the best haircut in all of Taengea and I won’t accept any less.
Recovering quickly, she spotted Prince Irakles staring at Nana like he’d seen a mythical unicorn and wasn’t sure if he was supposed to cuddle it or kill it. It was at that unfortunate moment an inappropriate giggle bubbled out of her. In an attempt at disguising the giggle, she feigned a cough into her hand and looked away as she shielded the amused sparkle in her gaze. When she looked back at Irakles, she shrugged as if she had no idea what Nana was talking about… or where that had come from.
Gods! The look on his face had been priceless. I get it though. It wasn't the first time someone looked at Nana that way. Nana was a dirty little Leventi secret. Sweet-natured and naive. Her cousin hadn’t always been this way. Nana lived in a glass house that she’d built for herself. One of these days, those walls were going to tumble down around her feet. Evie was waiting for that day. Maybe then she and Nana could actually have a conversation and begin to mend some old wounds between the two. Until then… she’d simply have to remember the day that Nana’s nonsense had stopped Prince Irakles.
Irakles men surged forward and out of instinct and Evie lurched forward to aid. Strong arms caught her by the waist pulled her back away from the scuffle. Some ran away from a fight, and then there were some who were quick to leap into the middle of scuffles. Stomping on the foot of the guard, she tried to shake loose to no avail.
“Just let me go… I can…” She snapped, trying to jerk away from the guard. “My lady, the prince has it handled.” The guard tersely replied. Evangelina watched them wrestle the man and pluck the shears from him. It all seemed to upset the delirious man all the more. His nonsense became more and more agitated. Evie went limp in the guard’s arms, she couldn’t help him.
The man was picked up and being carried off. Her gaze followed him for a few seconds unable to tear her gaze away. At some point, the guard had released her in silent acknowledgment that she wouldn’t endanger herself. Her attention only seemed to shift back when Prince Irakles dipped his head in front of her and Nana.
Nana.
"Nana? Are you alright?" Her head snapped around to finally check on her cousin again. She relaxed again at the sight of her and turned back to prince.
“There’s no need for apologies, your highness.” Evangelina offered in her sweet nothings tone again. The lines on his face bespoke of his concern. “Try as we might, these things can’t always be prevented.” She was surprisingly collected and composed considering the last few minutes had been spent trying to tear herself away from his guard to jump into the middle of the scuffle for the shears. Clearing her throat softly, she glanced to Nana and frowned before looking back to Prince Irakles. It seemed wrong to walk away from all of this when there was still so much to be done. But, perhaps for the sake of Irakles nerves and Nana it would be best to take a step away from all of this.
Finally, consenting with a single nod of her head she continued. “I... I suppose.” She offered a small faint smile to him and a look from beneath her lashes. “This is the second time today you’ve come to my aid. I wouldn’t blame you a bit if you gave me the boot, your highness. Nana and I’ll have to find a way to make it up to you.”
She’d wait until later to interrogate Nana on where she’d gotten the idea that the man had wanted a haircut. A haircut for Gods’ sakes?!
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If this man was anything to go by, horses were easier than people to communicate with. She’d stopped trying to convince him with words but rather the soft, sweet nothings she spoke of. Her quiet, throaty voice reassuringly tried to drown out the world for him. She’d successfully managed to block everything out of her own mind, her focus singled solely on the delirious man.
For a moment, the briefest of moments Evangelina thought he was going to put the shears down. That moment imploded though as there was a shriek behind her breaking her concentration from the man. For the first time, she noticed Prince Irakles guards moving in around her and Nana.
Oh dearest, I know just the thing you’re after!
Evie’s dark doe eyes blinked at her cousin. She did? Nana’s voice grew excited and her hands began to wave about as she started issuing orders in a way that a General could appreciate. She demanded a chair and a blanket. Evie wasn’t sure where this was going until…
...just stay here and look charming. He’ll receive the best haircut in all of Taengea and I won’t accept any less.
Recovering quickly, she spotted Prince Irakles staring at Nana like he’d seen a mythical unicorn and wasn’t sure if he was supposed to cuddle it or kill it. It was at that unfortunate moment an inappropriate giggle bubbled out of her. In an attempt at disguising the giggle, she feigned a cough into her hand and looked away as she shielded the amused sparkle in her gaze. When she looked back at Irakles, she shrugged as if she had no idea what Nana was talking about… or where that had come from.
Gods! The look on his face had been priceless. I get it though. It wasn't the first time someone looked at Nana that way. Nana was a dirty little Leventi secret. Sweet-natured and naive. Her cousin hadn’t always been this way. Nana lived in a glass house that she’d built for herself. One of these days, those walls were going to tumble down around her feet. Evie was waiting for that day. Maybe then she and Nana could actually have a conversation and begin to mend some old wounds between the two. Until then… she’d simply have to remember the day that Nana’s nonsense had stopped Prince Irakles.
Irakles men surged forward and out of instinct and Evie lurched forward to aid. Strong arms caught her by the waist pulled her back away from the scuffle. Some ran away from a fight, and then there were some who were quick to leap into the middle of scuffles. Stomping on the foot of the guard, she tried to shake loose to no avail.
“Just let me go… I can…” She snapped, trying to jerk away from the guard. “My lady, the prince has it handled.” The guard tersely replied. Evangelina watched them wrestle the man and pluck the shears from him. It all seemed to upset the delirious man all the more. His nonsense became more and more agitated. Evie went limp in the guard’s arms, she couldn’t help him.
The man was picked up and being carried off. Her gaze followed him for a few seconds unable to tear her gaze away. At some point, the guard had released her in silent acknowledgment that she wouldn’t endanger herself. Her attention only seemed to shift back when Prince Irakles dipped his head in front of her and Nana.
Nana.
"Nana? Are you alright?" Her head snapped around to finally check on her cousin again. She relaxed again at the sight of her and turned back to prince.
“There’s no need for apologies, your highness.” Evangelina offered in her sweet nothings tone again. The lines on his face bespoke of his concern. “Try as we might, these things can’t always be prevented.” She was surprisingly collected and composed considering the last few minutes had been spent trying to tear herself away from his guard to jump into the middle of the scuffle for the shears. Clearing her throat softly, she glanced to Nana and frowned before looking back to Prince Irakles. It seemed wrong to walk away from all of this when there was still so much to be done. But, perhaps for the sake of Irakles nerves and Nana it would be best to take a step away from all of this.
Finally, consenting with a single nod of her head she continued. “I... I suppose.” She offered a small faint smile to him and a look from beneath her lashes. “This is the second time today you’ve come to my aid. I wouldn’t blame you a bit if you gave me the boot, your highness. Nana and I’ll have to find a way to make it up to you.”
She’d wait until later to interrogate Nana on where she’d gotten the idea that the man had wanted a haircut. A haircut for Gods’ sakes?!
If this man was anything to go by, horses were easier than people to communicate with. She’d stopped trying to convince him with words but rather the soft, sweet nothings she spoke of. Her quiet, throaty voice reassuringly tried to drown out the world for him. She’d successfully managed to block everything out of her own mind, her focus singled solely on the delirious man.
For a moment, the briefest of moments Evangelina thought he was going to put the shears down. That moment imploded though as there was a shriek behind her breaking her concentration from the man. For the first time, she noticed Prince Irakles guards moving in around her and Nana.
Oh dearest, I know just the thing you’re after!
Evie’s dark doe eyes blinked at her cousin. She did? Nana’s voice grew excited and her hands began to wave about as she started issuing orders in a way that a General could appreciate. She demanded a chair and a blanket. Evie wasn’t sure where this was going until…
...just stay here and look charming. He’ll receive the best haircut in all of Taengea and I won’t accept any less.
Recovering quickly, she spotted Prince Irakles staring at Nana like he’d seen a mythical unicorn and wasn’t sure if he was supposed to cuddle it or kill it. It was at that unfortunate moment an inappropriate giggle bubbled out of her. In an attempt at disguising the giggle, she feigned a cough into her hand and looked away as she shielded the amused sparkle in her gaze. When she looked back at Irakles, she shrugged as if she had no idea what Nana was talking about… or where that had come from.
Gods! The look on his face had been priceless. I get it though. It wasn't the first time someone looked at Nana that way. Nana was a dirty little Leventi secret. Sweet-natured and naive. Her cousin hadn’t always been this way. Nana lived in a glass house that she’d built for herself. One of these days, those walls were going to tumble down around her feet. Evie was waiting for that day. Maybe then she and Nana could actually have a conversation and begin to mend some old wounds between the two. Until then… she’d simply have to remember the day that Nana’s nonsense had stopped Prince Irakles.
Irakles men surged forward and out of instinct and Evie lurched forward to aid. Strong arms caught her by the waist pulled her back away from the scuffle. Some ran away from a fight, and then there were some who were quick to leap into the middle of scuffles. Stomping on the foot of the guard, she tried to shake loose to no avail.
“Just let me go… I can…” She snapped, trying to jerk away from the guard. “My lady, the prince has it handled.” The guard tersely replied. Evangelina watched them wrestle the man and pluck the shears from him. It all seemed to upset the delirious man all the more. His nonsense became more and more agitated. Evie went limp in the guard’s arms, she couldn’t help him.
The man was picked up and being carried off. Her gaze followed him for a few seconds unable to tear her gaze away. At some point, the guard had released her in silent acknowledgment that she wouldn’t endanger herself. Her attention only seemed to shift back when Prince Irakles dipped his head in front of her and Nana.
Nana.
"Nana? Are you alright?" Her head snapped around to finally check on her cousin again. She relaxed again at the sight of her and turned back to prince.
“There’s no need for apologies, your highness.” Evangelina offered in her sweet nothings tone again. The lines on his face bespoke of his concern. “Try as we might, these things can’t always be prevented.” She was surprisingly collected and composed considering the last few minutes had been spent trying to tear herself away from his guard to jump into the middle of the scuffle for the shears. Clearing her throat softly, she glanced to Nana and frowned before looking back to Prince Irakles. It seemed wrong to walk away from all of this when there was still so much to be done. But, perhaps for the sake of Irakles nerves and Nana it would be best to take a step away from all of this.
Finally, consenting with a single nod of her head she continued. “I... I suppose.” She offered a small faint smile to him and a look from beneath her lashes. “This is the second time today you’ve come to my aid. I wouldn’t blame you a bit if you gave me the boot, your highness. Nana and I’ll have to find a way to make it up to you.”
She’d wait until later to interrogate Nana on where she’d gotten the idea that the man had wanted a haircut. A haircut for Gods’ sakes?!
Alexandros was not usually someone who was often late to anything, today just happened to be one of those very few exceptions. He felt a tinge of guilt since it was such an urgent summons, but what could he do? He could only arrive as fast as his legs could take him.
Walking on through the courtyard of the Mikaelidas manor towards the makeshift sickbay, Alek, upon nearing it had to shift to the side as guards passed by carrying what looked to be one of their patients. Though it seemed, that particular man would no longer need his help, or rather, was not allowed it. Once the way had cleared, the healer resumed his stride and set his marks on the first untreated patient he saw: a woman covered with bad burns.
She was probably beyond help, but there was no way he wouldn't try. Grabbing a wad of cloth, in dipped it in a nearby basin of water and lightly dabbed it against her forehead first before slowly doing the same to her wounds, hoping that it'd give her some sort of relief. It was quite clear it did not, when the female cried out in pain. Oh how he hated this. Palming some on salve, he pulled a piece of willow bark from his pouch and gave it to her to chew on. There wasn't much else he could do for her, unless he wanted to start cutting off limbs. But that was something of a last resort. Definitely not ever a thing he wanted to do. Even just the thought of it made his stomach churn uncomfortably.
Looking around for another patient, his eyes stopped on the gathering of royals on the other side of the tent. What was going on exactly? Alexandros wanted to find out, and yet, found it best to not interfere, for it was not his place.
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Alexandros was not usually someone who was often late to anything, today just happened to be one of those very few exceptions. He felt a tinge of guilt since it was such an urgent summons, but what could he do? He could only arrive as fast as his legs could take him.
Walking on through the courtyard of the Mikaelidas manor towards the makeshift sickbay, Alek, upon nearing it had to shift to the side as guards passed by carrying what looked to be one of their patients. Though it seemed, that particular man would no longer need his help, or rather, was not allowed it. Once the way had cleared, the healer resumed his stride and set his marks on the first untreated patient he saw: a woman covered with bad burns.
She was probably beyond help, but there was no way he wouldn't try. Grabbing a wad of cloth, in dipped it in a nearby basin of water and lightly dabbed it against her forehead first before slowly doing the same to her wounds, hoping that it'd give her some sort of relief. It was quite clear it did not, when the female cried out in pain. Oh how he hated this. Palming some on salve, he pulled a piece of willow bark from his pouch and gave it to her to chew on. There wasn't much else he could do for her, unless he wanted to start cutting off limbs. But that was something of a last resort. Definitely not ever a thing he wanted to do. Even just the thought of it made his stomach churn uncomfortably.
Looking around for another patient, his eyes stopped on the gathering of royals on the other side of the tent. What was going on exactly? Alexandros wanted to find out, and yet, found it best to not interfere, for it was not his place.
Alexandros was not usually someone who was often late to anything, today just happened to be one of those very few exceptions. He felt a tinge of guilt since it was such an urgent summons, but what could he do? He could only arrive as fast as his legs could take him.
Walking on through the courtyard of the Mikaelidas manor towards the makeshift sickbay, Alek, upon nearing it had to shift to the side as guards passed by carrying what looked to be one of their patients. Though it seemed, that particular man would no longer need his help, or rather, was not allowed it. Once the way had cleared, the healer resumed his stride and set his marks on the first untreated patient he saw: a woman covered with bad burns.
She was probably beyond help, but there was no way he wouldn't try. Grabbing a wad of cloth, in dipped it in a nearby basin of water and lightly dabbed it against her forehead first before slowly doing the same to her wounds, hoping that it'd give her some sort of relief. It was quite clear it did not, when the female cried out in pain. Oh how he hated this. Palming some on salve, he pulled a piece of willow bark from his pouch and gave it to her to chew on. There wasn't much else he could do for her, unless he wanted to start cutting off limbs. But that was something of a last resort. Definitely not ever a thing he wanted to do. Even just the thought of it made his stomach churn uncomfortably.
Looking around for another patient, his eyes stopped on the gathering of royals on the other side of the tent. What was going on exactly? Alexandros wanted to find out, and yet, found it best to not interfere, for it was not his place.
What on Mount Olympus was happening?
Right as the crazed man almost sealed the deal on his blackmail against her, there were able-bodied guards that swooped in to apprehend him, leaving the two volunteers struggling to aid them in an effort to please the noble lady. "Wait-" She cried, extending her arm towards the the scuffle before being blocked by one of the guardsmen, her cousin was about to follow them as well before she was also blocked. For a second, Evie was seen in a new light for it was admirable how helpful she was being, especially by almost lunging for the captured man! Nana must let her in on the little secret the man must've seen her do.
Until the spirited Leventi had the audacity to show concern for her safety!
"No, no, I'm fine!" The blonde replied with confusion wavering in her voice, a bit offended by the question. Of course she was alright, why wouldn't she be? The man as deranged as he looked had no intention of hurting her with the sheers, he just wanted to blackmail her for stea-- borrowing from a vendor a few days back, there was nothing harmful about that! The only harmful part was being a sleazy informant, rattling on a beautiful woman for something fueled by innocence in the name of style.
The Prince Irakles was the one who summoned the guards and was able to make the crowd disperse as he approached the noblewomen. His question mirrored Evie's, yet his made her puzzled state revert into the same chipper one she had as she walked into the tent. "We're alright, your Majesty!" She claimed, lifting her flowing skirts and dipping into a respectful curtsy. "No harm has come to us, thanks to your aid." The Prince was an authoritative man and highly respected man and her sister Theodora's future father-in law so it didn't hurt to show unflattering respect. His daughters were courteous ladies too: Tasia always attended court and then there was her younger sister Sara? She was a mousy brunette, that Sara and didn't have much of a presence. It was common courtly gossip that they were both bastards of the prince, though Nana declined to believe it for she thought that gossip were tall tales... except for gossip surrounding her- only if it praised her appearance and name then she didn't hesitate to believe it. Gossip, what was the point to it all? The ladies of court should spend time running a comb through their matted hair than prattle nonsense! To be fair, she does catch an unidentifiable woman by his side at times but she never paid attention to the royal affairs unless it involves her sisters.
It could've been an odd sight for the Prince, seeing both beautiful Leventi women trying to follow after crazed man only to be stopped by guards; women in such a situation would cry for help and cower, which Nana would've done if only she didn't assume that the man had leverage on her.
She overheared that affluent Mikaelidas had saved Evie for the second time this day, over what? The fellow Leventi paid her cousin a curious glare, wondering what Prince Irakles had done before she arrived. Perhaps it could be discussed in the sitting room, a place he offered to escort them to to prevent the nerves of the 'scare'. Nana held her tongue, wishing she could tell them that she was fine! What was with all of the concern? It was too flattering, but gods if only they knew. "Certainly, your Highness!" She said, sounding generous for his offer and waiting for him to lead the way.
Her eyes averted towards the disappearing guards and the lanky volunteers she ordered, who lagged behind. "What Will happen to the man?" Would he tell the guards!? The woman never wished death on anyone or anything but the soil she accidentally steps in, but perhaps the man can have a mercifully quick death. Who knows, maybe Hades had a knack for trends!
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Right as the crazed man almost sealed the deal on his blackmail against her, there were able-bodied guards that swooped in to apprehend him, leaving the two volunteers struggling to aid them in an effort to please the noble lady. "Wait-" She cried, extending her arm towards the the scuffle before being blocked by one of the guardsmen, her cousin was about to follow them as well before she was also blocked. For a second, Evie was seen in a new light for it was admirable how helpful she was being, especially by almost lunging for the captured man! Nana must let her in on the little secret the man must've seen her do.
Until the spirited Leventi had the audacity to show concern for her safety!
"No, no, I'm fine!" The blonde replied with confusion wavering in her voice, a bit offended by the question. Of course she was alright, why wouldn't she be? The man as deranged as he looked had no intention of hurting her with the sheers, he just wanted to blackmail her for stea-- borrowing from a vendor a few days back, there was nothing harmful about that! The only harmful part was being a sleazy informant, rattling on a beautiful woman for something fueled by innocence in the name of style.
The Prince Irakles was the one who summoned the guards and was able to make the crowd disperse as he approached the noblewomen. His question mirrored Evie's, yet his made her puzzled state revert into the same chipper one she had as she walked into the tent. "We're alright, your Majesty!" She claimed, lifting her flowing skirts and dipping into a respectful curtsy. "No harm has come to us, thanks to your aid." The Prince was an authoritative man and highly respected man and her sister Theodora's future father-in law so it didn't hurt to show unflattering respect. His daughters were courteous ladies too: Tasia always attended court and then there was her younger sister Sara? She was a mousy brunette, that Sara and didn't have much of a presence. It was common courtly gossip that they were both bastards of the prince, though Nana declined to believe it for she thought that gossip were tall tales... except for gossip surrounding her- only if it praised her appearance and name then she didn't hesitate to believe it. Gossip, what was the point to it all? The ladies of court should spend time running a comb through their matted hair than prattle nonsense! To be fair, she does catch an unidentifiable woman by his side at times but she never paid attention to the royal affairs unless it involves her sisters.
It could've been an odd sight for the Prince, seeing both beautiful Leventi women trying to follow after crazed man only to be stopped by guards; women in such a situation would cry for help and cower, which Nana would've done if only she didn't assume that the man had leverage on her.
She overheared that affluent Mikaelidas had saved Evie for the second time this day, over what? The fellow Leventi paid her cousin a curious glare, wondering what Prince Irakles had done before she arrived. Perhaps it could be discussed in the sitting room, a place he offered to escort them to to prevent the nerves of the 'scare'. Nana held her tongue, wishing she could tell them that she was fine! What was with all of the concern? It was too flattering, but gods if only they knew. "Certainly, your Highness!" She said, sounding generous for his offer and waiting for him to lead the way.
Her eyes averted towards the disappearing guards and the lanky volunteers she ordered, who lagged behind. "What Will happen to the man?" Would he tell the guards!? The woman never wished death on anyone or anything but the soil she accidentally steps in, but perhaps the man can have a mercifully quick death. Who knows, maybe Hades had a knack for trends!
What on Mount Olympus was happening?
Right as the crazed man almost sealed the deal on his blackmail against her, there were able-bodied guards that swooped in to apprehend him, leaving the two volunteers struggling to aid them in an effort to please the noble lady. "Wait-" She cried, extending her arm towards the the scuffle before being blocked by one of the guardsmen, her cousin was about to follow them as well before she was also blocked. For a second, Evie was seen in a new light for it was admirable how helpful she was being, especially by almost lunging for the captured man! Nana must let her in on the little secret the man must've seen her do.
Until the spirited Leventi had the audacity to show concern for her safety!
"No, no, I'm fine!" The blonde replied with confusion wavering in her voice, a bit offended by the question. Of course she was alright, why wouldn't she be? The man as deranged as he looked had no intention of hurting her with the sheers, he just wanted to blackmail her for stea-- borrowing from a vendor a few days back, there was nothing harmful about that! The only harmful part was being a sleazy informant, rattling on a beautiful woman for something fueled by innocence in the name of style.
The Prince Irakles was the one who summoned the guards and was able to make the crowd disperse as he approached the noblewomen. His question mirrored Evie's, yet his made her puzzled state revert into the same chipper one she had as she walked into the tent. "We're alright, your Majesty!" She claimed, lifting her flowing skirts and dipping into a respectful curtsy. "No harm has come to us, thanks to your aid." The Prince was an authoritative man and highly respected man and her sister Theodora's future father-in law so it didn't hurt to show unflattering respect. His daughters were courteous ladies too: Tasia always attended court and then there was her younger sister Sara? She was a mousy brunette, that Sara and didn't have much of a presence. It was common courtly gossip that they were both bastards of the prince, though Nana declined to believe it for she thought that gossip were tall tales... except for gossip surrounding her- only if it praised her appearance and name then she didn't hesitate to believe it. Gossip, what was the point to it all? The ladies of court should spend time running a comb through their matted hair than prattle nonsense! To be fair, she does catch an unidentifiable woman by his side at times but she never paid attention to the royal affairs unless it involves her sisters.
It could've been an odd sight for the Prince, seeing both beautiful Leventi women trying to follow after crazed man only to be stopped by guards; women in such a situation would cry for help and cower, which Nana would've done if only she didn't assume that the man had leverage on her.
She overheared that affluent Mikaelidas had saved Evie for the second time this day, over what? The fellow Leventi paid her cousin a curious glare, wondering what Prince Irakles had done before she arrived. Perhaps it could be discussed in the sitting room, a place he offered to escort them to to prevent the nerves of the 'scare'. Nana held her tongue, wishing she could tell them that she was fine! What was with all of the concern? It was too flattering, but gods if only they knew. "Certainly, your Highness!" She said, sounding generous for his offer and waiting for him to lead the way.
Her eyes averted towards the disappearing guards and the lanky volunteers she ordered, who lagged behind. "What Will happen to the man?" Would he tell the guards!? The woman never wished death on anyone or anything but the soil she accidentally steps in, but perhaps the man can have a mercifully quick death. Who knows, maybe Hades had a knack for trends!
The Leventi girls were, thankfully unharmed, not by any significant means anyway. While he himself was not entirely sure which Leventi was it that had fathered these two sets of girls, there was no doubt which family tree they fell under - that particular Taengean family was large, and it was a common saying that one could not go out of one's house for a day and not meet a Leventi of some sorts. Regardless of whose offspring they were, however, Irakles was respectful of all of them and smiled at the sweet smile in which Lady Evangelina offered him, a flicker of amusement passing his gaze. She was level headed it seems, more so than her relation that now stood by her. Their thanks merely made him dip his head, brushing it off as he always did.
The coquettish way in which Lady Evangelina looked at him caught the elder male by surprise. His mistress that was widely known among court may be a good two decades younger then he was, but while he has had two daughters with Meena, Irakles had no wish to take on a new one, especially not one of such status. He had naught the time, nor the effort. Yet he knew of his looks, and the fact that a girl so young she could be his daughter tried her luck with him would've had him laughing was this not a public affair.
Instead, he simply cleared his throat and smiled congenially, offering an arm to each lady, before starting towards the entrance to his mansion. As they passed his guards dragging the man away, he tried to nudge Lady Nana's attention away from the manhandling of the ruffian, as he spoke in his low rumble. "Placed in a cell until we deem him safe to be with society, for now. Do not fret, nothing big will harm him." he reassured.
Stepping into the cooled hall of the Mikaelidas palati, the prince was quick to instruct his servants to bring out some warmed mead for each lady, before bringing them to the seating room. There, a large kline lounged in the middle, while smaller stools were arranged around. Each of the plush seats were embroidered with red threads through a blue silken sheet. It was to the kline that Irakles brought them to, just as the servants bustled in with the spiced mead, which they handed one to each lady, and placing a tray of figs and olives drizzled in honey between the two ladies on a table.
Taking a step back, the prince gazed at the two ladies with a smile as he spoke "I do hope this will calm your nerves for now. Do help yourselves, and when you are ready to leave, summon any of my servants and they will direct you to the front door." Dipping his head respectfully, he continued, "I shall return outside for now. The day draws to a close, and there is a need to ensure all that has come for aid and medical attention has received it. Apologies for my departure, my ladies."
Pivoting on his toe, Irakles left the room, exiting outside to the frontcourt of the Mikaelidas manorhouse once again, eyes roaming around till he spotted a young man who Irakles had noticed earlier to be watching them. Heading for the young man who appeared to be a healer, the prince glanced down at the woman covered in burns, pleased to find that while her wounds would not heal anytime soon, she did not seem to be in as much pain. Clearly the young man knew his stuff.
"Boy, go round and make sure all that needs to be tend to have been done. Those who need further attention, ensure that they know which healer they can visit." His tone was authoritative, the usual he used when he wanted to get things done. The serious gaze he flashed at Alexandros was clear he meant no-nonsense, before Irakles strode away, barking out orders to his men for the wrap up for the day.
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The Leventi girls were, thankfully unharmed, not by any significant means anyway. While he himself was not entirely sure which Leventi was it that had fathered these two sets of girls, there was no doubt which family tree they fell under - that particular Taengean family was large, and it was a common saying that one could not go out of one's house for a day and not meet a Leventi of some sorts. Regardless of whose offspring they were, however, Irakles was respectful of all of them and smiled at the sweet smile in which Lady Evangelina offered him, a flicker of amusement passing his gaze. She was level headed it seems, more so than her relation that now stood by her. Their thanks merely made him dip his head, brushing it off as he always did.
The coquettish way in which Lady Evangelina looked at him caught the elder male by surprise. His mistress that was widely known among court may be a good two decades younger then he was, but while he has had two daughters with Meena, Irakles had no wish to take on a new one, especially not one of such status. He had naught the time, nor the effort. Yet he knew of his looks, and the fact that a girl so young she could be his daughter tried her luck with him would've had him laughing was this not a public affair.
Instead, he simply cleared his throat and smiled congenially, offering an arm to each lady, before starting towards the entrance to his mansion. As they passed his guards dragging the man away, he tried to nudge Lady Nana's attention away from the manhandling of the ruffian, as he spoke in his low rumble. "Placed in a cell until we deem him safe to be with society, for now. Do not fret, nothing big will harm him." he reassured.
Stepping into the cooled hall of the Mikaelidas palati, the prince was quick to instruct his servants to bring out some warmed mead for each lady, before bringing them to the seating room. There, a large kline lounged in the middle, while smaller stools were arranged around. Each of the plush seats were embroidered with red threads through a blue silken sheet. It was to the kline that Irakles brought them to, just as the servants bustled in with the spiced mead, which they handed one to each lady, and placing a tray of figs and olives drizzled in honey between the two ladies on a table.
Taking a step back, the prince gazed at the two ladies with a smile as he spoke "I do hope this will calm your nerves for now. Do help yourselves, and when you are ready to leave, summon any of my servants and they will direct you to the front door." Dipping his head respectfully, he continued, "I shall return outside for now. The day draws to a close, and there is a need to ensure all that has come for aid and medical attention has received it. Apologies for my departure, my ladies."
Pivoting on his toe, Irakles left the room, exiting outside to the frontcourt of the Mikaelidas manorhouse once again, eyes roaming around till he spotted a young man who Irakles had noticed earlier to be watching them. Heading for the young man who appeared to be a healer, the prince glanced down at the woman covered in burns, pleased to find that while her wounds would not heal anytime soon, she did not seem to be in as much pain. Clearly the young man knew his stuff.
"Boy, go round and make sure all that needs to be tend to have been done. Those who need further attention, ensure that they know which healer they can visit." His tone was authoritative, the usual he used when he wanted to get things done. The serious gaze he flashed at Alexandros was clear he meant no-nonsense, before Irakles strode away, barking out orders to his men for the wrap up for the day.
The Leventi girls were, thankfully unharmed, not by any significant means anyway. While he himself was not entirely sure which Leventi was it that had fathered these two sets of girls, there was no doubt which family tree they fell under - that particular Taengean family was large, and it was a common saying that one could not go out of one's house for a day and not meet a Leventi of some sorts. Regardless of whose offspring they were, however, Irakles was respectful of all of them and smiled at the sweet smile in which Lady Evangelina offered him, a flicker of amusement passing his gaze. She was level headed it seems, more so than her relation that now stood by her. Their thanks merely made him dip his head, brushing it off as he always did.
The coquettish way in which Lady Evangelina looked at him caught the elder male by surprise. His mistress that was widely known among court may be a good two decades younger then he was, but while he has had two daughters with Meena, Irakles had no wish to take on a new one, especially not one of such status. He had naught the time, nor the effort. Yet he knew of his looks, and the fact that a girl so young she could be his daughter tried her luck with him would've had him laughing was this not a public affair.
Instead, he simply cleared his throat and smiled congenially, offering an arm to each lady, before starting towards the entrance to his mansion. As they passed his guards dragging the man away, he tried to nudge Lady Nana's attention away from the manhandling of the ruffian, as he spoke in his low rumble. "Placed in a cell until we deem him safe to be with society, for now. Do not fret, nothing big will harm him." he reassured.
Stepping into the cooled hall of the Mikaelidas palati, the prince was quick to instruct his servants to bring out some warmed mead for each lady, before bringing them to the seating room. There, a large kline lounged in the middle, while smaller stools were arranged around. Each of the plush seats were embroidered with red threads through a blue silken sheet. It was to the kline that Irakles brought them to, just as the servants bustled in with the spiced mead, which they handed one to each lady, and placing a tray of figs and olives drizzled in honey between the two ladies on a table.
Taking a step back, the prince gazed at the two ladies with a smile as he spoke "I do hope this will calm your nerves for now. Do help yourselves, and when you are ready to leave, summon any of my servants and they will direct you to the front door." Dipping his head respectfully, he continued, "I shall return outside for now. The day draws to a close, and there is a need to ensure all that has come for aid and medical attention has received it. Apologies for my departure, my ladies."
Pivoting on his toe, Irakles left the room, exiting outside to the frontcourt of the Mikaelidas manorhouse once again, eyes roaming around till he spotted a young man who Irakles had noticed earlier to be watching them. Heading for the young man who appeared to be a healer, the prince glanced down at the woman covered in burns, pleased to find that while her wounds would not heal anytime soon, she did not seem to be in as much pain. Clearly the young man knew his stuff.
"Boy, go round and make sure all that needs to be tend to have been done. Those who need further attention, ensure that they know which healer they can visit." His tone was authoritative, the usual he used when he wanted to get things done. The serious gaze he flashed at Alexandros was clear he meant no-nonsense, before Irakles strode away, barking out orders to his men for the wrap up for the day.
The older prince was safe research. Hadn’t he proven earlier he’d held no interest in her? Maybe that had been what had given her the gumption to tease him a bit more. She could send sweet smiles or coy words his way and in the end, he didn’t take them seriously.
That should have defeated the purpose of her flirting but, she’d had an effect upon the older man. Even if he was pretending she hadn’t. She saw it in the flash of amusement that lit up his face and then again when he cleared his throat at her shameless flirting, and his congenial smile that was so different the distracted worried lines that had been there moments ago. Whether he knew it or not, he’d probably just taught Evangelina a very bad habit.
Her entire insides warmed at the idea of having the ability to alter a man’s thoughts. She considered her flirting a success and it was evident in the puckish glimmer in those dark eyes of hers. Dark eyes that said, ‘I have a secret, wouldn’t you like to know it?’ Her top teeth bit into the fullness of her bottom lip to keep her smirk in check. Oh yes, Prince Irakles had created a bit of a monster. She’d hoped only to provide a bit of a distraction, and it had worked.
Evangelina only watched the man being dragged away out of the corner of her eye, unlike Nana, she felt it was better not to ask too many questions about what would happen to the man. It was best sometimes not to know those things. Her gaze sobered a little and she dropped it to the ground at Prince Irakles reply. Nothing big would harm him? That didn’t exactly instill a lot of warm fuzzy feelings in Evie.
The darker haired Leventi took the moment to let her fingertips lightly graze the inside of his elbow with her nails as she linked her arm through his. If he’d reacted to her teasing tones, would he react to her teasing touches? Oh, the things she did in the name of research… Pretending it was nothing more than an accident she refused to acknowledge it; although, the pint-sized girl kept a careful eye on him out of the corner of her eye.
The ambled through the cooler halls until Irakles directed them towards the kline. Withdrawing her arm carefully not to graze him again, she eased downward on to the richly colored kline with far more calculated grace then was normal for her. Shifting she crossed her legs, the black chiton exposing just a tiny bit more of her trim ankles before she leaned forward and accepted the glass of mead, uttering a soft ‘thank you.’
Sliding a quick glance to Nana, she cleared her throat softly then nodded her head as she raised her big, doe eyes back up to Irakles. “Thank you again, your highness. We’ll only take a few moments to collect ourselves and then we’ll be out of your hair.” Her puckish glimmer returned and the corner of one side of her mouth lifted equally impishly. “I promise.”
“You are a busy man, your highness. You’ve not got time to continue babysitting us… we fully understand.” She slid a small smirk to Nana before returning her cheeky grin to her lips. “Besides, how are we to talk about you if you are here.” It was a terribly wicked thing to say and it was quite evident the little brunette knew it and was enjoying every bit of it.
Waiting until he was completely gone before her facade dropped and she twisted around on the kline to look at Nana sheepishly. She didn’t have to say anything… she knew her cousin well enough to know there were about to be quite a few questions. “Oh, please don’t laugh at me… It was just a bit of research.”
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The older prince was safe research. Hadn’t he proven earlier he’d held no interest in her? Maybe that had been what had given her the gumption to tease him a bit more. She could send sweet smiles or coy words his way and in the end, he didn’t take them seriously.
That should have defeated the purpose of her flirting but, she’d had an effect upon the older man. Even if he was pretending she hadn’t. She saw it in the flash of amusement that lit up his face and then again when he cleared his throat at her shameless flirting, and his congenial smile that was so different the distracted worried lines that had been there moments ago. Whether he knew it or not, he’d probably just taught Evangelina a very bad habit.
Her entire insides warmed at the idea of having the ability to alter a man’s thoughts. She considered her flirting a success and it was evident in the puckish glimmer in those dark eyes of hers. Dark eyes that said, ‘I have a secret, wouldn’t you like to know it?’ Her top teeth bit into the fullness of her bottom lip to keep her smirk in check. Oh yes, Prince Irakles had created a bit of a monster. She’d hoped only to provide a bit of a distraction, and it had worked.
Evangelina only watched the man being dragged away out of the corner of her eye, unlike Nana, she felt it was better not to ask too many questions about what would happen to the man. It was best sometimes not to know those things. Her gaze sobered a little and she dropped it to the ground at Prince Irakles reply. Nothing big would harm him? That didn’t exactly instill a lot of warm fuzzy feelings in Evie.
The darker haired Leventi took the moment to let her fingertips lightly graze the inside of his elbow with her nails as she linked her arm through his. If he’d reacted to her teasing tones, would he react to her teasing touches? Oh, the things she did in the name of research… Pretending it was nothing more than an accident she refused to acknowledge it; although, the pint-sized girl kept a careful eye on him out of the corner of her eye.
The ambled through the cooler halls until Irakles directed them towards the kline. Withdrawing her arm carefully not to graze him again, she eased downward on to the richly colored kline with far more calculated grace then was normal for her. Shifting she crossed her legs, the black chiton exposing just a tiny bit more of her trim ankles before she leaned forward and accepted the glass of mead, uttering a soft ‘thank you.’
Sliding a quick glance to Nana, she cleared her throat softly then nodded her head as she raised her big, doe eyes back up to Irakles. “Thank you again, your highness. We’ll only take a few moments to collect ourselves and then we’ll be out of your hair.” Her puckish glimmer returned and the corner of one side of her mouth lifted equally impishly. “I promise.”
“You are a busy man, your highness. You’ve not got time to continue babysitting us… we fully understand.” She slid a small smirk to Nana before returning her cheeky grin to her lips. “Besides, how are we to talk about you if you are here.” It was a terribly wicked thing to say and it was quite evident the little brunette knew it and was enjoying every bit of it.
Waiting until he was completely gone before her facade dropped and she twisted around on the kline to look at Nana sheepishly. She didn’t have to say anything… she knew her cousin well enough to know there were about to be quite a few questions. “Oh, please don’t laugh at me… It was just a bit of research.”
The older prince was safe research. Hadn’t he proven earlier he’d held no interest in her? Maybe that had been what had given her the gumption to tease him a bit more. She could send sweet smiles or coy words his way and in the end, he didn’t take them seriously.
That should have defeated the purpose of her flirting but, she’d had an effect upon the older man. Even if he was pretending she hadn’t. She saw it in the flash of amusement that lit up his face and then again when he cleared his throat at her shameless flirting, and his congenial smile that was so different the distracted worried lines that had been there moments ago. Whether he knew it or not, he’d probably just taught Evangelina a very bad habit.
Her entire insides warmed at the idea of having the ability to alter a man’s thoughts. She considered her flirting a success and it was evident in the puckish glimmer in those dark eyes of hers. Dark eyes that said, ‘I have a secret, wouldn’t you like to know it?’ Her top teeth bit into the fullness of her bottom lip to keep her smirk in check. Oh yes, Prince Irakles had created a bit of a monster. She’d hoped only to provide a bit of a distraction, and it had worked.
Evangelina only watched the man being dragged away out of the corner of her eye, unlike Nana, she felt it was better not to ask too many questions about what would happen to the man. It was best sometimes not to know those things. Her gaze sobered a little and she dropped it to the ground at Prince Irakles reply. Nothing big would harm him? That didn’t exactly instill a lot of warm fuzzy feelings in Evie.
The darker haired Leventi took the moment to let her fingertips lightly graze the inside of his elbow with her nails as she linked her arm through his. If he’d reacted to her teasing tones, would he react to her teasing touches? Oh, the things she did in the name of research… Pretending it was nothing more than an accident she refused to acknowledge it; although, the pint-sized girl kept a careful eye on him out of the corner of her eye.
The ambled through the cooler halls until Irakles directed them towards the kline. Withdrawing her arm carefully not to graze him again, she eased downward on to the richly colored kline with far more calculated grace then was normal for her. Shifting she crossed her legs, the black chiton exposing just a tiny bit more of her trim ankles before she leaned forward and accepted the glass of mead, uttering a soft ‘thank you.’
Sliding a quick glance to Nana, she cleared her throat softly then nodded her head as she raised her big, doe eyes back up to Irakles. “Thank you again, your highness. We’ll only take a few moments to collect ourselves and then we’ll be out of your hair.” Her puckish glimmer returned and the corner of one side of her mouth lifted equally impishly. “I promise.”
“You are a busy man, your highness. You’ve not got time to continue babysitting us… we fully understand.” She slid a small smirk to Nana before returning her cheeky grin to her lips. “Besides, how are we to talk about you if you are here.” It was a terribly wicked thing to say and it was quite evident the little brunette knew it and was enjoying every bit of it.
Waiting until he was completely gone before her facade dropped and she twisted around on the kline to look at Nana sheepishly. She didn’t have to say anything… she knew her cousin well enough to know there were about to be quite a few questions. “Oh, please don’t laugh at me… It was just a bit of research.”
Nana nodded in response to the Prince's answer, unsure whether the sudden drop within her stomach was a cross between relief and fear. What did she have to worry about? The necklace was in the best condition once returned, was it not? With odd lingering thoughts on the subject mentally brushed aside, she replaced it with memories of receiving her one and only vanity while remaining silent as both her and her dear cousin followed the monarch inside the manor, taking Prince Irakles arm in pursuit.
Once they all walked through the hall and entered a room, a few words were exchanged-- wait just a moment! Did the Evangelina bat her eyelashes towards the older Prince a few moments before? Has the sky fallen? Has Zeus fallen for a mortal? Have calves sprung wings and flown to the netherworld? Have all of these events transpired as her stubborn kin fluttered those doe eyes in a man's presence!? A royal, no doubt! Her hands flew to her chest, her lips parting in the utmost of shock as Evie performed rather flirtatious banter towards him. Who was this woman and what has she done to her aunt Ava's daughter!?
Mesmerized, Nana didn't hesitate to run over to the kline the brunette sat gracefully on and couldn't wait until the monarch was out of earshot before explaining with a quick laugh. "What!? I'm not laughing!" She was. "I'm in shock-- that surely didn't look like research!" Her hands rested on the smaller Leventi's hands, eyebrows raised in curiosity as her head tilted to the side to witness. "Noo-" Her bare ankles! Her light brown eyes shifted towards Evie, then her ankles, then Evie again, and her ankles, her crossed legs, and back to her cousin. "Evie! Oh my goodness, Evie dearest! Exposed in front of a Prince! A married Prince!"
Nana's eyes were filled to the brim of tears, remembering both of them being enthusiastic horse riders with no regards to becoming proper noble ladies. She still thought her dear cousin was still in such a stage, but yet here she was! Proving her wrong. "He's married!" A girlish giggle erupted from her chest and out of her lips, before she placed her finger over her mouth in an effort to stop it.
"I am so proud of you!"
The hand trailed down her chin, to her neck and stopped right at a necklace hidden behind her dark purple himation. To the naked eye, only the chain could be seen, but once her fingers slightly tugged the chain... all that were seen was a shimmering diamond, the size of a Golden Drachmae...
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Nana nodded in response to the Prince's answer, unsure whether the sudden drop within her stomach was a cross between relief and fear. What did she have to worry about? The necklace was in the best condition once returned, was it not? With odd lingering thoughts on the subject mentally brushed aside, she replaced it with memories of receiving her one and only vanity while remaining silent as both her and her dear cousin followed the monarch inside the manor, taking Prince Irakles arm in pursuit.
Once they all walked through the hall and entered a room, a few words were exchanged-- wait just a moment! Did the Evangelina bat her eyelashes towards the older Prince a few moments before? Has the sky fallen? Has Zeus fallen for a mortal? Have calves sprung wings and flown to the netherworld? Have all of these events transpired as her stubborn kin fluttered those doe eyes in a man's presence!? A royal, no doubt! Her hands flew to her chest, her lips parting in the utmost of shock as Evie performed rather flirtatious banter towards him. Who was this woman and what has she done to her aunt Ava's daughter!?
Mesmerized, Nana didn't hesitate to run over to the kline the brunette sat gracefully on and couldn't wait until the monarch was out of earshot before explaining with a quick laugh. "What!? I'm not laughing!" She was. "I'm in shock-- that surely didn't look like research!" Her hands rested on the smaller Leventi's hands, eyebrows raised in curiosity as her head tilted to the side to witness. "Noo-" Her bare ankles! Her light brown eyes shifted towards Evie, then her ankles, then Evie again, and her ankles, her crossed legs, and back to her cousin. "Evie! Oh my goodness, Evie dearest! Exposed in front of a Prince! A married Prince!"
Nana's eyes were filled to the brim of tears, remembering both of them being enthusiastic horse riders with no regards to becoming proper noble ladies. She still thought her dear cousin was still in such a stage, but yet here she was! Proving her wrong. "He's married!" A girlish giggle erupted from her chest and out of her lips, before she placed her finger over her mouth in an effort to stop it.
"I am so proud of you!"
The hand trailed down her chin, to her neck and stopped right at a necklace hidden behind her dark purple himation. To the naked eye, only the chain could be seen, but once her fingers slightly tugged the chain... all that were seen was a shimmering diamond, the size of a Golden Drachmae...
Nana nodded in response to the Prince's answer, unsure whether the sudden drop within her stomach was a cross between relief and fear. What did she have to worry about? The necklace was in the best condition once returned, was it not? With odd lingering thoughts on the subject mentally brushed aside, she replaced it with memories of receiving her one and only vanity while remaining silent as both her and her dear cousin followed the monarch inside the manor, taking Prince Irakles arm in pursuit.
Once they all walked through the hall and entered a room, a few words were exchanged-- wait just a moment! Did the Evangelina bat her eyelashes towards the older Prince a few moments before? Has the sky fallen? Has Zeus fallen for a mortal? Have calves sprung wings and flown to the netherworld? Have all of these events transpired as her stubborn kin fluttered those doe eyes in a man's presence!? A royal, no doubt! Her hands flew to her chest, her lips parting in the utmost of shock as Evie performed rather flirtatious banter towards him. Who was this woman and what has she done to her aunt Ava's daughter!?
Mesmerized, Nana didn't hesitate to run over to the kline the brunette sat gracefully on and couldn't wait until the monarch was out of earshot before explaining with a quick laugh. "What!? I'm not laughing!" She was. "I'm in shock-- that surely didn't look like research!" Her hands rested on the smaller Leventi's hands, eyebrows raised in curiosity as her head tilted to the side to witness. "Noo-" Her bare ankles! Her light brown eyes shifted towards Evie, then her ankles, then Evie again, and her ankles, her crossed legs, and back to her cousin. "Evie! Oh my goodness, Evie dearest! Exposed in front of a Prince! A married Prince!"
Nana's eyes were filled to the brim of tears, remembering both of them being enthusiastic horse riders with no regards to becoming proper noble ladies. She still thought her dear cousin was still in such a stage, but yet here she was! Proving her wrong. "He's married!" A girlish giggle erupted from her chest and out of her lips, before she placed her finger over her mouth in an effort to stop it.
"I am so proud of you!"
The hand trailed down her chin, to her neck and stopped right at a necklace hidden behind her dark purple himation. To the naked eye, only the chain could be seen, but once her fingers slightly tugged the chain... all that were seen was a shimmering diamond, the size of a Golden Drachmae...
