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As much as Rafail supposed he was enjoying his trip abroad (much to his chagrin, given how much he had complained about coming over here) and as excellent as he considered his hosts to be, he had chosen to leave the Leventi family home and, instead, making his way into the city to take part in one of the activities he enjoyed the most: shopping. And, surely, a place such as this would have brand new and fascinating things to look at, would it not? New silks and jewels and all manner of things that Rafail knew he needed. He'd always enjoyed looking perfect, after all, right since he'd been very small and first gotten his province and declared himself King of Thesnia (although Pavlos had made fun of the boy at the time and told him he was more like Queen Rafail).
So, confident as ever that he would come out of this visit with both a new chiton to wear and a woman on his arm, he had made his way into the market. It had been somewhat of a culture shock at first, stalls all over the place and no individual shops where the pricier merchants kept their goods, the sort of place Rafail would never have wished to visit in Athenia for fear that he would find himself robbed or mobbed by those overcome with poverty and jealousy. He knew nothing of the people here and with him in his gorgeous dark green chiton and golden jewellery, well, anything could happen. But his eagerness to find something new that would make him stand out further amongst all the other Athenian noblemen had overcome that concern and, besides, he had the security of his two most loyal companions, so he had braved his way through the crowd to find himself a merchant that suited his desires.
There was one stall, in particular, selling all manner of expensive fabrics that would look stunning once they had been properly designed into an outfit that fit Rafail perfectly. Though he usually had a personal preference for silks, his eyes had fallen upon a slightly thicker material that looked so much like spun gold and matched his hair so excellently that Rafail just had to have it, whatever the cost. And, if once he got home to Athenia he decided he no longer liked the look of it then he could always have it made into something with which to surprise his sister. Flashing a bright smile at the man running the stall, he gestured towards the material in question, ready to take out whatever number of drachma the seller claimed was appropriate. "I want all of that."
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As much as Rafail supposed he was enjoying his trip abroad (much to his chagrin, given how much he had complained about coming over here) and as excellent as he considered his hosts to be, he had chosen to leave the Leventi family home and, instead, making his way into the city to take part in one of the activities he enjoyed the most: shopping. And, surely, a place such as this would have brand new and fascinating things to look at, would it not? New silks and jewels and all manner of things that Rafail knew he needed. He'd always enjoyed looking perfect, after all, right since he'd been very small and first gotten his province and declared himself King of Thesnia (although Pavlos had made fun of the boy at the time and told him he was more like Queen Rafail).
So, confident as ever that he would come out of this visit with both a new chiton to wear and a woman on his arm, he had made his way into the market. It had been somewhat of a culture shock at first, stalls all over the place and no individual shops where the pricier merchants kept their goods, the sort of place Rafail would never have wished to visit in Athenia for fear that he would find himself robbed or mobbed by those overcome with poverty and jealousy. He knew nothing of the people here and with him in his gorgeous dark green chiton and golden jewellery, well, anything could happen. But his eagerness to find something new that would make him stand out further amongst all the other Athenian noblemen had overcome that concern and, besides, he had the security of his two most loyal companions, so he had braved his way through the crowd to find himself a merchant that suited his desires.
There was one stall, in particular, selling all manner of expensive fabrics that would look stunning once they had been properly designed into an outfit that fit Rafail perfectly. Though he usually had a personal preference for silks, his eyes had fallen upon a slightly thicker material that looked so much like spun gold and matched his hair so excellently that Rafail just had to have it, whatever the cost. And, if once he got home to Athenia he decided he no longer liked the look of it then he could always have it made into something with which to surprise his sister. Flashing a bright smile at the man running the stall, he gestured towards the material in question, ready to take out whatever number of drachma the seller claimed was appropriate. "I want all of that."
As much as Rafail supposed he was enjoying his trip abroad (much to his chagrin, given how much he had complained about coming over here) and as excellent as he considered his hosts to be, he had chosen to leave the Leventi family home and, instead, making his way into the city to take part in one of the activities he enjoyed the most: shopping. And, surely, a place such as this would have brand new and fascinating things to look at, would it not? New silks and jewels and all manner of things that Rafail knew he needed. He'd always enjoyed looking perfect, after all, right since he'd been very small and first gotten his province and declared himself King of Thesnia (although Pavlos had made fun of the boy at the time and told him he was more like Queen Rafail).
So, confident as ever that he would come out of this visit with both a new chiton to wear and a woman on his arm, he had made his way into the market. It had been somewhat of a culture shock at first, stalls all over the place and no individual shops where the pricier merchants kept their goods, the sort of place Rafail would never have wished to visit in Athenia for fear that he would find himself robbed or mobbed by those overcome with poverty and jealousy. He knew nothing of the people here and with him in his gorgeous dark green chiton and golden jewellery, well, anything could happen. But his eagerness to find something new that would make him stand out further amongst all the other Athenian noblemen had overcome that concern and, besides, he had the security of his two most loyal companions, so he had braved his way through the crowd to find himself a merchant that suited his desires.
There was one stall, in particular, selling all manner of expensive fabrics that would look stunning once they had been properly designed into an outfit that fit Rafail perfectly. Though he usually had a personal preference for silks, his eyes had fallen upon a slightly thicker material that looked so much like spun gold and matched his hair so excellently that Rafail just had to have it, whatever the cost. And, if once he got home to Athenia he decided he no longer liked the look of it then he could always have it made into something with which to surprise his sister. Flashing a bright smile at the man running the stall, he gestured towards the material in question, ready to take out whatever number of drachma the seller claimed was appropriate. "I want all of that."
The morning had brought an entire host of activity. The princess had spent a few long hours readying herself for the day before slipping out to the school with her guards at her back. The blonde had practiced her concerto until the sun had reached its zenith and then waltzed out of the school with the intention of shopping. On a normal day, she would have brought one of her ladies with her, but today she simply wanted the peace to browse on her own.
She all but ignored the guards who tailed her at a far enough distance that she still knew they were there. Watching. Waiting for any danger that might befall her. She was heeding the will of both Irakles and Lord Fotios by allowing the guards to follow her. Yet at a distance. The woman was keen on her privacy and having the men constantly at her back was distracting.
The market was one of Xene’s absolute favorite places on this earth, though it wasn’t as if she had been elsewhere in her years. The princess had lived and breathed the city air since she was a little girl, though she would never mind staying where she was. Court kept her busy and she had friends and the school to distract her when she required it.
It was a somewhat simple life for a princess, but it suited her just fine.
Wandering the stalls, the princess found a great amount of peace settled among the various fabrics, jewelry, and wide array of crafts and art that adorned each setting. Humming softly to herself, she reminded herself that she had some fabric to pick up from one of her favorite vendors. He had mentioned to her that the golden fabric would arrive within the week and she would be free to pick it up at her convenience.
Thus, it was the perfect time to head over and check whether it was ready for her. Approaching the stall, she smiled sweetly at the man that was standing there, looking at all of the fabrics. As soon as Xene was to open her mouth, the declaration that the man wanted all of… her gold fabric nearly caught her off guard.
The merchant didn’t skip a beat, “I’m sorry sir, but this fabric was specially ordered for this young lady right here,” his voice was apologetic as he gathered up the neatly folded fabric to pass it off to Xene. One of her guards slipped up and quietly took it from the merchant, giving a calm nod and then moving to stand back with the other. Xene pulled up her coin pouch and pulled out the money she had promised the man weeks before.
“As promised, sir,” she said softly, her smile as radiant as ever.
The merchant flushed, bowing respectfully, “Of course, my lady,” he said softly, “I hope the fabric suits your needs.”
Giving only a slight nod of her head, she smiled once more at the male patron, “A good day to you, sir,” she murmured as she turned to wander further through the stalls.
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The morning had brought an entire host of activity. The princess had spent a few long hours readying herself for the day before slipping out to the school with her guards at her back. The blonde had practiced her concerto until the sun had reached its zenith and then waltzed out of the school with the intention of shopping. On a normal day, she would have brought one of her ladies with her, but today she simply wanted the peace to browse on her own.
She all but ignored the guards who tailed her at a far enough distance that she still knew they were there. Watching. Waiting for any danger that might befall her. She was heeding the will of both Irakles and Lord Fotios by allowing the guards to follow her. Yet at a distance. The woman was keen on her privacy and having the men constantly at her back was distracting.
The market was one of Xene’s absolute favorite places on this earth, though it wasn’t as if she had been elsewhere in her years. The princess had lived and breathed the city air since she was a little girl, though she would never mind staying where she was. Court kept her busy and she had friends and the school to distract her when she required it.
It was a somewhat simple life for a princess, but it suited her just fine.
Wandering the stalls, the princess found a great amount of peace settled among the various fabrics, jewelry, and wide array of crafts and art that adorned each setting. Humming softly to herself, she reminded herself that she had some fabric to pick up from one of her favorite vendors. He had mentioned to her that the golden fabric would arrive within the week and she would be free to pick it up at her convenience.
Thus, it was the perfect time to head over and check whether it was ready for her. Approaching the stall, she smiled sweetly at the man that was standing there, looking at all of the fabrics. As soon as Xene was to open her mouth, the declaration that the man wanted all of… her gold fabric nearly caught her off guard.
The merchant didn’t skip a beat, “I’m sorry sir, but this fabric was specially ordered for this young lady right here,” his voice was apologetic as he gathered up the neatly folded fabric to pass it off to Xene. One of her guards slipped up and quietly took it from the merchant, giving a calm nod and then moving to stand back with the other. Xene pulled up her coin pouch and pulled out the money she had promised the man weeks before.
“As promised, sir,” she said softly, her smile as radiant as ever.
The merchant flushed, bowing respectfully, “Of course, my lady,” he said softly, “I hope the fabric suits your needs.”
Giving only a slight nod of her head, she smiled once more at the male patron, “A good day to you, sir,” she murmured as she turned to wander further through the stalls.
The morning had brought an entire host of activity. The princess had spent a few long hours readying herself for the day before slipping out to the school with her guards at her back. The blonde had practiced her concerto until the sun had reached its zenith and then waltzed out of the school with the intention of shopping. On a normal day, she would have brought one of her ladies with her, but today she simply wanted the peace to browse on her own.
She all but ignored the guards who tailed her at a far enough distance that she still knew they were there. Watching. Waiting for any danger that might befall her. She was heeding the will of both Irakles and Lord Fotios by allowing the guards to follow her. Yet at a distance. The woman was keen on her privacy and having the men constantly at her back was distracting.
The market was one of Xene’s absolute favorite places on this earth, though it wasn’t as if she had been elsewhere in her years. The princess had lived and breathed the city air since she was a little girl, though she would never mind staying where she was. Court kept her busy and she had friends and the school to distract her when she required it.
It was a somewhat simple life for a princess, but it suited her just fine.
Wandering the stalls, the princess found a great amount of peace settled among the various fabrics, jewelry, and wide array of crafts and art that adorned each setting. Humming softly to herself, she reminded herself that she had some fabric to pick up from one of her favorite vendors. He had mentioned to her that the golden fabric would arrive within the week and she would be free to pick it up at her convenience.
Thus, it was the perfect time to head over and check whether it was ready for her. Approaching the stall, she smiled sweetly at the man that was standing there, looking at all of the fabrics. As soon as Xene was to open her mouth, the declaration that the man wanted all of… her gold fabric nearly caught her off guard.
The merchant didn’t skip a beat, “I’m sorry sir, but this fabric was specially ordered for this young lady right here,” his voice was apologetic as he gathered up the neatly folded fabric to pass it off to Xene. One of her guards slipped up and quietly took it from the merchant, giving a calm nod and then moving to stand back with the other. Xene pulled up her coin pouch and pulled out the money she had promised the man weeks before.
“As promised, sir,” she said softly, her smile as radiant as ever.
The merchant flushed, bowing respectfully, “Of course, my lady,” he said softly, “I hope the fabric suits your needs.”
Giving only a slight nod of her head, she smiled once more at the male patron, “A good day to you, sir,” she murmured as she turned to wander further through the stalls.
'Specially ordered for this young lady...?'
Rafail raised an eyebrow as he turned to look between the merchant and the lady who had appeared beside him, the natural pout drifting onto his face as he watched their interactions, and the nonchalance with which he had been informed he could not have the fabrics. He had not been raised to accept being told he could not have something he wanted. He had been raised to expect that, for the most part, all things were to go as he willed them, if solely through family name. This was an almost unheard of situation.
He stood half-dumbstruck as he waited for the lady to finish speaking with the vendor. She seemed to be ignoring him, only turning to face Rafail once the golden cloth had been passed from merchant to guard. Though both smile and comment had been gracious in nature, he could not help but feel somewhat undermined, the expression on his face only placid out of politeness, else he would surely have reverted to a look of pure anger that someone might dare steal those fabrics out from right under his nose. There was a solution, however, although it did require some finessing on Rafail's behalf.
Bidding the man goodbye, he turned to follow after the blonde, only half-rushing as though to dissimulate his intentions, that charming smile plastered bright on his face. "My Lady!" he called out to the woman, moving to fall into step alongside her. He had, of course, noticed the way the few guards tailing her at some distance perked up at his approach, although he supposed his appearance was far less threatening than those who might usually be considered a danger. People rarely considered you a threat when you took such care to dress to the nines.
"My Lady," he repeated, bowing his head ever-so-slightly in greeting. "Lord Rafail of Marikas." The name still meant so much less in Taengea than it might have back at home, but he still had his hopes that it would provide some traction. "I hope you don't find me too forward, I was simply wondering if you wouldn't be willing to part with a small portion of that fabric? I would love to have a gown made for my sister out of it and, I would be willing to do...most anything." After all, she was particularly attractive, and Rafail was sure there wasn't any doubt she knew exactly what he was implying.
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'Specially ordered for this young lady...?'
Rafail raised an eyebrow as he turned to look between the merchant and the lady who had appeared beside him, the natural pout drifting onto his face as he watched their interactions, and the nonchalance with which he had been informed he could not have the fabrics. He had not been raised to accept being told he could not have something he wanted. He had been raised to expect that, for the most part, all things were to go as he willed them, if solely through family name. This was an almost unheard of situation.
He stood half-dumbstruck as he waited for the lady to finish speaking with the vendor. She seemed to be ignoring him, only turning to face Rafail once the golden cloth had been passed from merchant to guard. Though both smile and comment had been gracious in nature, he could not help but feel somewhat undermined, the expression on his face only placid out of politeness, else he would surely have reverted to a look of pure anger that someone might dare steal those fabrics out from right under his nose. There was a solution, however, although it did require some finessing on Rafail's behalf.
Bidding the man goodbye, he turned to follow after the blonde, only half-rushing as though to dissimulate his intentions, that charming smile plastered bright on his face. "My Lady!" he called out to the woman, moving to fall into step alongside her. He had, of course, noticed the way the few guards tailing her at some distance perked up at his approach, although he supposed his appearance was far less threatening than those who might usually be considered a danger. People rarely considered you a threat when you took such care to dress to the nines.
"My Lady," he repeated, bowing his head ever-so-slightly in greeting. "Lord Rafail of Marikas." The name still meant so much less in Taengea than it might have back at home, but he still had his hopes that it would provide some traction. "I hope you don't find me too forward, I was simply wondering if you wouldn't be willing to part with a small portion of that fabric? I would love to have a gown made for my sister out of it and, I would be willing to do...most anything." After all, she was particularly attractive, and Rafail was sure there wasn't any doubt she knew exactly what he was implying.
'Specially ordered for this young lady...?'
Rafail raised an eyebrow as he turned to look between the merchant and the lady who had appeared beside him, the natural pout drifting onto his face as he watched their interactions, and the nonchalance with which he had been informed he could not have the fabrics. He had not been raised to accept being told he could not have something he wanted. He had been raised to expect that, for the most part, all things were to go as he willed them, if solely through family name. This was an almost unheard of situation.
He stood half-dumbstruck as he waited for the lady to finish speaking with the vendor. She seemed to be ignoring him, only turning to face Rafail once the golden cloth had been passed from merchant to guard. Though both smile and comment had been gracious in nature, he could not help but feel somewhat undermined, the expression on his face only placid out of politeness, else he would surely have reverted to a look of pure anger that someone might dare steal those fabrics out from right under his nose. There was a solution, however, although it did require some finessing on Rafail's behalf.
Bidding the man goodbye, he turned to follow after the blonde, only half-rushing as though to dissimulate his intentions, that charming smile plastered bright on his face. "My Lady!" he called out to the woman, moving to fall into step alongside her. He had, of course, noticed the way the few guards tailing her at some distance perked up at his approach, although he supposed his appearance was far less threatening than those who might usually be considered a danger. People rarely considered you a threat when you took such care to dress to the nines.
"My Lady," he repeated, bowing his head ever-so-slightly in greeting. "Lord Rafail of Marikas." The name still meant so much less in Taengea than it might have back at home, but he still had his hopes that it would provide some traction. "I hope you don't find me too forward, I was simply wondering if you wouldn't be willing to part with a small portion of that fabric? I would love to have a gown made for my sister out of it and, I would be willing to do...most anything." After all, she was particularly attractive, and Rafail was sure there wasn't any doubt she knew exactly what he was implying.
Xene had been happy to be on her way. The fabrics were to be used to fashion a gown for her new sister-in-law. A peace offering, if the Queen accepted it. But what was she to pair with such beautiful fabrics? Likely some of the finest jewels that one could buy. The princess' mind was wandering along this train of thought. Ruby? Sapphire? Emerald? Turquoise? Probably turquoise. The queen's complexion complimented it so well, and while she may still have found herself unsure of her new sister, she would try to put forth the effort to make peace.
It would be what her brother wanted. What Stephanos wanted.
But then her thoughts faltered in her mind, the shouting of 'my lady' carrying from behind. Pausing, she glanced to the two guards trailing behind and gave the slightest shake of her head. She was not in danger. They need not reach for their blades. Though, she had to admit that she still didn't feel entirely at ease in her own home. Not since her brother and father had been murdered. It was hard to feel safe when neither of them were allowed to remain at peace.
Golden brows furrowing in feigned interest, Xene only gave a nod of her head in response to the Lord Marikas. An Athenian family. She knew enough to recognize the name. Not the current ruling family, however. Lifting her chin, the princess' blue gaze darted down and then back up the man's form. "My princess," Xene corrected him quietly, lifting a slow eyebrow to see how he would react to the correction. "Princess Xene of Mikaelidas," she noted with another brief bow of her head. Pressing her hands against her front, it took the woman a moment to comprehend what the man was asking.
Part of the fabrics she had paid for? Certainly not. And his offer hadn't been missed, but she wasn't entirely sure that she was interested. "I'm sorry, Lord Marikas, but this fabric is meant to create a gown for the queen and my mother. There is little to spare," she said with a polite frown. "Perhaps the vendor has another shade of gold that would suit your sister just as well? Or, if you are to remain in Taengea for any length of time... he might be able to order you more of this," she motioned to the fabric that the princess' guard held against his chest, one hand resting casually on his blade. Part of her comments were to test the intentions of the man before her. Was he to stay a while or leave shortly? Need she watch for him at court? Or be aware of what family he might be vacationing with?
Any little bit of information was useful. Even if to no one else.
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Xene had been happy to be on her way. The fabrics were to be used to fashion a gown for her new sister-in-law. A peace offering, if the Queen accepted it. But what was she to pair with such beautiful fabrics? Likely some of the finest jewels that one could buy. The princess' mind was wandering along this train of thought. Ruby? Sapphire? Emerald? Turquoise? Probably turquoise. The queen's complexion complimented it so well, and while she may still have found herself unsure of her new sister, she would try to put forth the effort to make peace.
It would be what her brother wanted. What Stephanos wanted.
But then her thoughts faltered in her mind, the shouting of 'my lady' carrying from behind. Pausing, she glanced to the two guards trailing behind and gave the slightest shake of her head. She was not in danger. They need not reach for their blades. Though, she had to admit that she still didn't feel entirely at ease in her own home. Not since her brother and father had been murdered. It was hard to feel safe when neither of them were allowed to remain at peace.
Golden brows furrowing in feigned interest, Xene only gave a nod of her head in response to the Lord Marikas. An Athenian family. She knew enough to recognize the name. Not the current ruling family, however. Lifting her chin, the princess' blue gaze darted down and then back up the man's form. "My princess," Xene corrected him quietly, lifting a slow eyebrow to see how he would react to the correction. "Princess Xene of Mikaelidas," she noted with another brief bow of her head. Pressing her hands against her front, it took the woman a moment to comprehend what the man was asking.
Part of the fabrics she had paid for? Certainly not. And his offer hadn't been missed, but she wasn't entirely sure that she was interested. "I'm sorry, Lord Marikas, but this fabric is meant to create a gown for the queen and my mother. There is little to spare," she said with a polite frown. "Perhaps the vendor has another shade of gold that would suit your sister just as well? Or, if you are to remain in Taengea for any length of time... he might be able to order you more of this," she motioned to the fabric that the princess' guard held against his chest, one hand resting casually on his blade. Part of her comments were to test the intentions of the man before her. Was he to stay a while or leave shortly? Need she watch for him at court? Or be aware of what family he might be vacationing with?
Any little bit of information was useful. Even if to no one else.
Xene had been happy to be on her way. The fabrics were to be used to fashion a gown for her new sister-in-law. A peace offering, if the Queen accepted it. But what was she to pair with such beautiful fabrics? Likely some of the finest jewels that one could buy. The princess' mind was wandering along this train of thought. Ruby? Sapphire? Emerald? Turquoise? Probably turquoise. The queen's complexion complimented it so well, and while she may still have found herself unsure of her new sister, she would try to put forth the effort to make peace.
It would be what her brother wanted. What Stephanos wanted.
But then her thoughts faltered in her mind, the shouting of 'my lady' carrying from behind. Pausing, she glanced to the two guards trailing behind and gave the slightest shake of her head. She was not in danger. They need not reach for their blades. Though, she had to admit that she still didn't feel entirely at ease in her own home. Not since her brother and father had been murdered. It was hard to feel safe when neither of them were allowed to remain at peace.
Golden brows furrowing in feigned interest, Xene only gave a nod of her head in response to the Lord Marikas. An Athenian family. She knew enough to recognize the name. Not the current ruling family, however. Lifting her chin, the princess' blue gaze darted down and then back up the man's form. "My princess," Xene corrected him quietly, lifting a slow eyebrow to see how he would react to the correction. "Princess Xene of Mikaelidas," she noted with another brief bow of her head. Pressing her hands against her front, it took the woman a moment to comprehend what the man was asking.
Part of the fabrics she had paid for? Certainly not. And his offer hadn't been missed, but she wasn't entirely sure that she was interested. "I'm sorry, Lord Marikas, but this fabric is meant to create a gown for the queen and my mother. There is little to spare," she said with a polite frown. "Perhaps the vendor has another shade of gold that would suit your sister just as well? Or, if you are to remain in Taengea for any length of time... he might be able to order you more of this," she motioned to the fabric that the princess' guard held against his chest, one hand resting casually on his blade. Part of her comments were to test the intentions of the man before her. Was he to stay a while or leave shortly? Need she watch for him at court? Or be aware of what family he might be vacationing with?
Any little bit of information was useful. Even if to no one else.
A princess. Rafail had not quite expected the title, but he was happy to hear it nonetheless. In his experience, princesses had always been raised to be courteous and kind towards others, and so far as he was concerned, that courtesy included the offering of spare fabrics to those in need. Not that Rafail ever wished to be considered in need - in fact, he often made clear just how little he needed anybody's charity - but there was no fault in taking advantage of what he could. Besides, anybody who knew Rafail knew that he could hardly resist a princess.
Bending his body into a bow that was far more appropriate for the status he had now discovered the woman held, Rafail nodded his head in gentle apology for his previous error. "I did not mean to speak in error, your Highness. A true pleasure to make your acquaintance." He held a hand out to the woman, offering it to her so that she might take it, and he could place a soft kiss on its back. It was not a gesture he extended to many, a show of respect specifically for the lady before him.
As expected, the answer was not quite what the young lord would have wanted. He could hardly comprehend how, with all the charm and splendour that he radiated, anybody should be able to deny one of his requests. Rafail did not like being refused what he desired.
"I am afraid I shall not be in Taengea longer than a few days. My father has only sent me to discuss business between my family and Dynasteía Leventi and, although I am dearly enjoying their hospitality, I cannot stay too long." He had straightened up again, his gaze shifting ever so slightly between the vendor behind them and the length of material he so heavily coveted. He would have looked gorgeous in it, as would Sofia, though he wouldn't deny the royal before him was exceptionally good-looking as well. She was just the sort he would have wanted in his bed, because if Rafail was intent on getting something out of his trip to Taengea, it might as well be sex.
He paused a moment, tilting his head slightly to one side, that delicate and yet charming smile still resting on his face. "Are you positive there is nothing I could to convince you to part with a portion? I assure you, I would be incredibly thankful."
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A princess. Rafail had not quite expected the title, but he was happy to hear it nonetheless. In his experience, princesses had always been raised to be courteous and kind towards others, and so far as he was concerned, that courtesy included the offering of spare fabrics to those in need. Not that Rafail ever wished to be considered in need - in fact, he often made clear just how little he needed anybody's charity - but there was no fault in taking advantage of what he could. Besides, anybody who knew Rafail knew that he could hardly resist a princess.
Bending his body into a bow that was far more appropriate for the status he had now discovered the woman held, Rafail nodded his head in gentle apology for his previous error. "I did not mean to speak in error, your Highness. A true pleasure to make your acquaintance." He held a hand out to the woman, offering it to her so that she might take it, and he could place a soft kiss on its back. It was not a gesture he extended to many, a show of respect specifically for the lady before him.
As expected, the answer was not quite what the young lord would have wanted. He could hardly comprehend how, with all the charm and splendour that he radiated, anybody should be able to deny one of his requests. Rafail did not like being refused what he desired.
"I am afraid I shall not be in Taengea longer than a few days. My father has only sent me to discuss business between my family and Dynasteía Leventi and, although I am dearly enjoying their hospitality, I cannot stay too long." He had straightened up again, his gaze shifting ever so slightly between the vendor behind them and the length of material he so heavily coveted. He would have looked gorgeous in it, as would Sofia, though he wouldn't deny the royal before him was exceptionally good-looking as well. She was just the sort he would have wanted in his bed, because if Rafail was intent on getting something out of his trip to Taengea, it might as well be sex.
He paused a moment, tilting his head slightly to one side, that delicate and yet charming smile still resting on his face. "Are you positive there is nothing I could to convince you to part with a portion? I assure you, I would be incredibly thankful."
A princess. Rafail had not quite expected the title, but he was happy to hear it nonetheless. In his experience, princesses had always been raised to be courteous and kind towards others, and so far as he was concerned, that courtesy included the offering of spare fabrics to those in need. Not that Rafail ever wished to be considered in need - in fact, he often made clear just how little he needed anybody's charity - but there was no fault in taking advantage of what he could. Besides, anybody who knew Rafail knew that he could hardly resist a princess.
Bending his body into a bow that was far more appropriate for the status he had now discovered the woman held, Rafail nodded his head in gentle apology for his previous error. "I did not mean to speak in error, your Highness. A true pleasure to make your acquaintance." He held a hand out to the woman, offering it to her so that she might take it, and he could place a soft kiss on its back. It was not a gesture he extended to many, a show of respect specifically for the lady before him.
As expected, the answer was not quite what the young lord would have wanted. He could hardly comprehend how, with all the charm and splendour that he radiated, anybody should be able to deny one of his requests. Rafail did not like being refused what he desired.
"I am afraid I shall not be in Taengea longer than a few days. My father has only sent me to discuss business between my family and Dynasteía Leventi and, although I am dearly enjoying their hospitality, I cannot stay too long." He had straightened up again, his gaze shifting ever so slightly between the vendor behind them and the length of material he so heavily coveted. He would have looked gorgeous in it, as would Sofia, though he wouldn't deny the royal before him was exceptionally good-looking as well. She was just the sort he would have wanted in his bed, because if Rafail was intent on getting something out of his trip to Taengea, it might as well be sex.
He paused a moment, tilting his head slightly to one side, that delicate and yet charming smile still resting on his face. "Are you positive there is nothing I could to convince you to part with a portion? I assure you, I would be incredibly thankful."
It was true. This Rafail of Marikas appeared to have manners, though Xene couldn't tell if they were genuine or if he was just keeping up appearances. It was likely the latter, as the man moved right back into why exactly he wanted the fabric that she had paid for out of her own coffers. Lifting her chin, her blue eyes wandered his form once. Up and then back down as if assessing the man before her. While Taengean's were especially fond of warmth and hospitality, that kindness did not extend to giving up an order of fabric that she had been waiting for for weeks.
"I suppose we have no one to blame but your hosts for not properly preparing you to find yourself in the company of the royal family," Xene said simply, pulling her hand away from Rafail's as soon as he was finished introducing himself. The golden-haired man was attractive, but not attractive enough to charm her into giving him what he wanted. In fact, she found it quite rude of the man to ask again when Xene had already told him no.
Keeping her hands pressed delicately to her front, the princess let her gaze wander to some of the other vendors, her mind no longer on Rafail and very much on which stall she should browse for the jewelry that would pair perfectly with the fabric her guard was carrying for her. Admittedly, she cared little that he was not to be in Taengea much longer. There was little that could ever convince her to part with her purchase. With her blue gaze flicking back to Rafail's face, Xene tilted her head. "He frequents Athenia as well, Lord Marikas. I am sure that if you are patient you may someday have fabric like this, but I must decline your request of gaining some of my own purchase. I have stated my intentions for it and ordered only enough for the two gowns it will create," the princess said firmly. "It would please me if you did not ask me again," fire flickered in Xene's eyes and her expression turned calculating.
"Now, if you wish to accompany myself and my guard through the market, I would not be opposed. I am curious to hear of Athenia. I was not aware of any Athenian nobles were visiting the capitol," Xene added casually, turning on her heel as if it were a signal for him to follow if he wished.
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It was true. This Rafail of Marikas appeared to have manners, though Xene couldn't tell if they were genuine or if he was just keeping up appearances. It was likely the latter, as the man moved right back into why exactly he wanted the fabric that she had paid for out of her own coffers. Lifting her chin, her blue eyes wandered his form once. Up and then back down as if assessing the man before her. While Taengean's were especially fond of warmth and hospitality, that kindness did not extend to giving up an order of fabric that she had been waiting for for weeks.
"I suppose we have no one to blame but your hosts for not properly preparing you to find yourself in the company of the royal family," Xene said simply, pulling her hand away from Rafail's as soon as he was finished introducing himself. The golden-haired man was attractive, but not attractive enough to charm her into giving him what he wanted. In fact, she found it quite rude of the man to ask again when Xene had already told him no.
Keeping her hands pressed delicately to her front, the princess let her gaze wander to some of the other vendors, her mind no longer on Rafail and very much on which stall she should browse for the jewelry that would pair perfectly with the fabric her guard was carrying for her. Admittedly, she cared little that he was not to be in Taengea much longer. There was little that could ever convince her to part with her purchase. With her blue gaze flicking back to Rafail's face, Xene tilted her head. "He frequents Athenia as well, Lord Marikas. I am sure that if you are patient you may someday have fabric like this, but I must decline your request of gaining some of my own purchase. I have stated my intentions for it and ordered only enough for the two gowns it will create," the princess said firmly. "It would please me if you did not ask me again," fire flickered in Xene's eyes and her expression turned calculating.
"Now, if you wish to accompany myself and my guard through the market, I would not be opposed. I am curious to hear of Athenia. I was not aware of any Athenian nobles were visiting the capitol," Xene added casually, turning on her heel as if it were a signal for him to follow if he wished.
It was true. This Rafail of Marikas appeared to have manners, though Xene couldn't tell if they were genuine or if he was just keeping up appearances. It was likely the latter, as the man moved right back into why exactly he wanted the fabric that she had paid for out of her own coffers. Lifting her chin, her blue eyes wandered his form once. Up and then back down as if assessing the man before her. While Taengean's were especially fond of warmth and hospitality, that kindness did not extend to giving up an order of fabric that she had been waiting for for weeks.
"I suppose we have no one to blame but your hosts for not properly preparing you to find yourself in the company of the royal family," Xene said simply, pulling her hand away from Rafail's as soon as he was finished introducing himself. The golden-haired man was attractive, but not attractive enough to charm her into giving him what he wanted. In fact, she found it quite rude of the man to ask again when Xene had already told him no.
Keeping her hands pressed delicately to her front, the princess let her gaze wander to some of the other vendors, her mind no longer on Rafail and very much on which stall she should browse for the jewelry that would pair perfectly with the fabric her guard was carrying for her. Admittedly, she cared little that he was not to be in Taengea much longer. There was little that could ever convince her to part with her purchase. With her blue gaze flicking back to Rafail's face, Xene tilted her head. "He frequents Athenia as well, Lord Marikas. I am sure that if you are patient you may someday have fabric like this, but I must decline your request of gaining some of my own purchase. I have stated my intentions for it and ordered only enough for the two gowns it will create," the princess said firmly. "It would please me if you did not ask me again," fire flickered in Xene's eyes and her expression turned calculating.
"Now, if you wish to accompany myself and my guard through the market, I would not be opposed. I am curious to hear of Athenia. I was not aware of any Athenian nobles were visiting the capitol," Xene added casually, turning on her heel as if it were a signal for him to follow if he wished.
The princess was clearly unwilling to give him what he so desired, and Rafail could tell that driving the matter further would not yield positive results. His lips pressed together into a thinner line than the usual, teeth biting down on the lower one, though not quite hard enough to cut through the thin flesh, as he considered her comment. If the merchant frequented Athenia often enough, then there was no reason why the man should not be able to find the fabric he wanted upon his return and, despite his usual preference to have things the moment they came to mind, he supposed he could wait for once. If it would place him in good graces with this princess, then there was perhaps more he could gain.
"My apologies. I should not have insisted so intensely. It was hardly appropriate," he attempted, hoping the show of regret would regain some favor with the young woman. In Rafail's experience, they had always seemed drawn to men who showed some signs of repentance for anything they might have done inadequately, not to mention men who proved they had listened to their words, and he hoped such actions would work in this situation as well. Not all women were the same, of course, but they tended to share a few similar traits that made these situations more similar. "I am sure your mother shall look delightful in her gown."
As Princess Xene began to move away, Rafail hurried after her, almost matching his typically faster gait to hers, yet staying a half-second behind, as if in a show of respect for their difference in status. If she wished to hear of Athenia, then there was plenty to say.
"My Father did not wish for our business in Vasiliadon to be broadcast to the world. Besides, 'tis not particularly important business, and hence I doubt much gossip has spread. I am only intended to secure relations between Houses Marikas and Leventi, although...perhaps I might be successful in securing something between Marikas and Mikaelidas while I am here...?" He left the question open, as if implying that it was all up to her, of course, but making it clear he was more than willing, if she should accept his company. "Have you never been? Athenia is delightful, particularly at this time of the year: hot, but with a gorgeous sea breeze. Truthfully, however, I do not spend the majority of my time in the capital."
Thesnia was not an especially exciting place, and it did not tend to impress to the degree that Rafail would have preferred, but he liked to think the thought that he spent his days in his province instead of in the far more appealing city made him appear far more selfless, and it was, in truth, one of the few reasons he stayed. "I am Baron of a smaller province - Thesnia - but, allow me to reassure you, its size is no indication of its greatness. We are, primarily, a farming province, and so underestimated, but our pastures are picturesque, and my own kalospíti sits on the edge of a beautiful lake. I had it named after Mama, since she loved the water so. Perhaps, someday, you might be inclined to visit?"
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The princess was clearly unwilling to give him what he so desired, and Rafail could tell that driving the matter further would not yield positive results. His lips pressed together into a thinner line than the usual, teeth biting down on the lower one, though not quite hard enough to cut through the thin flesh, as he considered her comment. If the merchant frequented Athenia often enough, then there was no reason why the man should not be able to find the fabric he wanted upon his return and, despite his usual preference to have things the moment they came to mind, he supposed he could wait for once. If it would place him in good graces with this princess, then there was perhaps more he could gain.
"My apologies. I should not have insisted so intensely. It was hardly appropriate," he attempted, hoping the show of regret would regain some favor with the young woman. In Rafail's experience, they had always seemed drawn to men who showed some signs of repentance for anything they might have done inadequately, not to mention men who proved they had listened to their words, and he hoped such actions would work in this situation as well. Not all women were the same, of course, but they tended to share a few similar traits that made these situations more similar. "I am sure your mother shall look delightful in her gown."
As Princess Xene began to move away, Rafail hurried after her, almost matching his typically faster gait to hers, yet staying a half-second behind, as if in a show of respect for their difference in status. If she wished to hear of Athenia, then there was plenty to say.
"My Father did not wish for our business in Vasiliadon to be broadcast to the world. Besides, 'tis not particularly important business, and hence I doubt much gossip has spread. I am only intended to secure relations between Houses Marikas and Leventi, although...perhaps I might be successful in securing something between Marikas and Mikaelidas while I am here...?" He left the question open, as if implying that it was all up to her, of course, but making it clear he was more than willing, if she should accept his company. "Have you never been? Athenia is delightful, particularly at this time of the year: hot, but with a gorgeous sea breeze. Truthfully, however, I do not spend the majority of my time in the capital."
Thesnia was not an especially exciting place, and it did not tend to impress to the degree that Rafail would have preferred, but he liked to think the thought that he spent his days in his province instead of in the far more appealing city made him appear far more selfless, and it was, in truth, one of the few reasons he stayed. "I am Baron of a smaller province - Thesnia - but, allow me to reassure you, its size is no indication of its greatness. We are, primarily, a farming province, and so underestimated, but our pastures are picturesque, and my own kalospíti sits on the edge of a beautiful lake. I had it named after Mama, since she loved the water so. Perhaps, someday, you might be inclined to visit?"
The princess was clearly unwilling to give him what he so desired, and Rafail could tell that driving the matter further would not yield positive results. His lips pressed together into a thinner line than the usual, teeth biting down on the lower one, though not quite hard enough to cut through the thin flesh, as he considered her comment. If the merchant frequented Athenia often enough, then there was no reason why the man should not be able to find the fabric he wanted upon his return and, despite his usual preference to have things the moment they came to mind, he supposed he could wait for once. If it would place him in good graces with this princess, then there was perhaps more he could gain.
"My apologies. I should not have insisted so intensely. It was hardly appropriate," he attempted, hoping the show of regret would regain some favor with the young woman. In Rafail's experience, they had always seemed drawn to men who showed some signs of repentance for anything they might have done inadequately, not to mention men who proved they had listened to their words, and he hoped such actions would work in this situation as well. Not all women were the same, of course, but they tended to share a few similar traits that made these situations more similar. "I am sure your mother shall look delightful in her gown."
As Princess Xene began to move away, Rafail hurried after her, almost matching his typically faster gait to hers, yet staying a half-second behind, as if in a show of respect for their difference in status. If she wished to hear of Athenia, then there was plenty to say.
"My Father did not wish for our business in Vasiliadon to be broadcast to the world. Besides, 'tis not particularly important business, and hence I doubt much gossip has spread. I am only intended to secure relations between Houses Marikas and Leventi, although...perhaps I might be successful in securing something between Marikas and Mikaelidas while I am here...?" He left the question open, as if implying that it was all up to her, of course, but making it clear he was more than willing, if she should accept his company. "Have you never been? Athenia is delightful, particularly at this time of the year: hot, but with a gorgeous sea breeze. Truthfully, however, I do not spend the majority of my time in the capital."
Thesnia was not an especially exciting place, and it did not tend to impress to the degree that Rafail would have preferred, but he liked to think the thought that he spent his days in his province instead of in the far more appealing city made him appear far more selfless, and it was, in truth, one of the few reasons he stayed. "I am Baron of a smaller province - Thesnia - but, allow me to reassure you, its size is no indication of its greatness. We are, primarily, a farming province, and so underestimated, but our pastures are picturesque, and my own kalospíti sits on the edge of a beautiful lake. I had it named after Mama, since she loved the water so. Perhaps, someday, you might be inclined to visit?"
Xene was oh so happy to accept the apology and the additional company as she continued her shopping trip. With Lord Marikas following, Heron took a few more steps back to give them space, clearly not wanting to crowd the princess if it was not needed. While he did not trust this man, he could not impress his will upon a princess that had proven to be so delightfully stubborn and very much a challenge. Xene, with a smile upon her lips, turned her gleeful attention back to Lord Rafail with bright blue eyes that seemed intent on piecing him apart. Little by little. Until all of his secrets were bared to her.
He seemed just as inclined to talk, to tell her about himself, and that worked in her favor. "I do hope she likes it," Xene said a little absently, her gaze wandering over the other stalls within the market. There were numerous things that could catch her attention, but none of them did in the way that this young lord did. He couldn't have been much older or younger than herself, which pleased Xene immensely. Sometimes it was easiest to speak with people her own age. While her brother and her cousins were not that much older than herself, there had still been some disconnects in her early years.
"Between Marikas and Leventi?" Xene mused softly, trailing her gaze down his form once more. Her smile turned flirty, "You mean to tell me that an eligible bachelor came all the way from Athenia for what I can only assume is a potential match with one of the Leventi ladies?" Xene asked casually, her gaze glinting with cleverness. "That does not surprise me in the slightest, honestly. Though I cannot say that I am pleased that someone such as yourself may have to settle for one of those unruly girls," Xene jested then, stopping at one of the stalls to look through the jewelry. At his question of securing something of a relation between Marikas and Mikaelidas, Xene looked back up, her smile still not fading.
"Let us see how the market goes before I make any promises... though I am quite sure that my sister would be pleased with the look of you," she hummed confidently. Gianna needed to marry just as much as Xene did, but Xene was hoping to make her choice on her own, should her brother allow such a thing. The likelihood of that was truly low, but there was nothing saying that she couldn't make an attempt to sway him. He liked her, so at least she had that going for her.
At the question of whether she had ever been to Athenia, Xene shook her head to show that she hadn't and then listened to his entire explanation of himself and the Kingdom he came from. Interested, and truly showing it, Xene found herself properly distracted from the stalls before them. "I have never been, but it seems like a lovely place. I am, of course, partial to such hot weather and sea air," the princess hummed lightly, her smile only grew when he made the offer for her to visit Thesnia, "I think it would please me to travel someday. Though, I am afraid that with everything that has happened, I will not be traveling anytime soon. However, I would think I would like to take you up on your offer someday if you would like to keep such a line of communication open. There are never enough people to write to or make connections with. It would not hurt to have a handsome lord as a confidant, would it?" Xene offered, blue eyes glinting in the sunlight. "Is that an equally pleasing offer, Lord Marikas?"
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Xene was oh so happy to accept the apology and the additional company as she continued her shopping trip. With Lord Marikas following, Heron took a few more steps back to give them space, clearly not wanting to crowd the princess if it was not needed. While he did not trust this man, he could not impress his will upon a princess that had proven to be so delightfully stubborn and very much a challenge. Xene, with a smile upon her lips, turned her gleeful attention back to Lord Rafail with bright blue eyes that seemed intent on piecing him apart. Little by little. Until all of his secrets were bared to her.
He seemed just as inclined to talk, to tell her about himself, and that worked in her favor. "I do hope she likes it," Xene said a little absently, her gaze wandering over the other stalls within the market. There were numerous things that could catch her attention, but none of them did in the way that this young lord did. He couldn't have been much older or younger than herself, which pleased Xene immensely. Sometimes it was easiest to speak with people her own age. While her brother and her cousins were not that much older than herself, there had still been some disconnects in her early years.
"Between Marikas and Leventi?" Xene mused softly, trailing her gaze down his form once more. Her smile turned flirty, "You mean to tell me that an eligible bachelor came all the way from Athenia for what I can only assume is a potential match with one of the Leventi ladies?" Xene asked casually, her gaze glinting with cleverness. "That does not surprise me in the slightest, honestly. Though I cannot say that I am pleased that someone such as yourself may have to settle for one of those unruly girls," Xene jested then, stopping at one of the stalls to look through the jewelry. At his question of securing something of a relation between Marikas and Mikaelidas, Xene looked back up, her smile still not fading.
"Let us see how the market goes before I make any promises... though I am quite sure that my sister would be pleased with the look of you," she hummed confidently. Gianna needed to marry just as much as Xene did, but Xene was hoping to make her choice on her own, should her brother allow such a thing. The likelihood of that was truly low, but there was nothing saying that she couldn't make an attempt to sway him. He liked her, so at least she had that going for her.
At the question of whether she had ever been to Athenia, Xene shook her head to show that she hadn't and then listened to his entire explanation of himself and the Kingdom he came from. Interested, and truly showing it, Xene found herself properly distracted from the stalls before them. "I have never been, but it seems like a lovely place. I am, of course, partial to such hot weather and sea air," the princess hummed lightly, her smile only grew when he made the offer for her to visit Thesnia, "I think it would please me to travel someday. Though, I am afraid that with everything that has happened, I will not be traveling anytime soon. However, I would think I would like to take you up on your offer someday if you would like to keep such a line of communication open. There are never enough people to write to or make connections with. It would not hurt to have a handsome lord as a confidant, would it?" Xene offered, blue eyes glinting in the sunlight. "Is that an equally pleasing offer, Lord Marikas?"
Xene was oh so happy to accept the apology and the additional company as she continued her shopping trip. With Lord Marikas following, Heron took a few more steps back to give them space, clearly not wanting to crowd the princess if it was not needed. While he did not trust this man, he could not impress his will upon a princess that had proven to be so delightfully stubborn and very much a challenge. Xene, with a smile upon her lips, turned her gleeful attention back to Lord Rafail with bright blue eyes that seemed intent on piecing him apart. Little by little. Until all of his secrets were bared to her.
He seemed just as inclined to talk, to tell her about himself, and that worked in her favor. "I do hope she likes it," Xene said a little absently, her gaze wandering over the other stalls within the market. There were numerous things that could catch her attention, but none of them did in the way that this young lord did. He couldn't have been much older or younger than herself, which pleased Xene immensely. Sometimes it was easiest to speak with people her own age. While her brother and her cousins were not that much older than herself, there had still been some disconnects in her early years.
"Between Marikas and Leventi?" Xene mused softly, trailing her gaze down his form once more. Her smile turned flirty, "You mean to tell me that an eligible bachelor came all the way from Athenia for what I can only assume is a potential match with one of the Leventi ladies?" Xene asked casually, her gaze glinting with cleverness. "That does not surprise me in the slightest, honestly. Though I cannot say that I am pleased that someone such as yourself may have to settle for one of those unruly girls," Xene jested then, stopping at one of the stalls to look through the jewelry. At his question of securing something of a relation between Marikas and Mikaelidas, Xene looked back up, her smile still not fading.
"Let us see how the market goes before I make any promises... though I am quite sure that my sister would be pleased with the look of you," she hummed confidently. Gianna needed to marry just as much as Xene did, but Xene was hoping to make her choice on her own, should her brother allow such a thing. The likelihood of that was truly low, but there was nothing saying that she couldn't make an attempt to sway him. He liked her, so at least she had that going for her.
At the question of whether she had ever been to Athenia, Xene shook her head to show that she hadn't and then listened to his entire explanation of himself and the Kingdom he came from. Interested, and truly showing it, Xene found herself properly distracted from the stalls before them. "I have never been, but it seems like a lovely place. I am, of course, partial to such hot weather and sea air," the princess hummed lightly, her smile only grew when he made the offer for her to visit Thesnia, "I think it would please me to travel someday. Though, I am afraid that with everything that has happened, I will not be traveling anytime soon. However, I would think I would like to take you up on your offer someday if you would like to keep such a line of communication open. There are never enough people to write to or make connections with. It would not hurt to have a handsome lord as a confidant, would it?" Xene offered, blue eyes glinting in the sunlight. "Is that an equally pleasing offer, Lord Marikas?"
"Yes, well, I have no intentions of settling," Rafail answered, his tone one which would imply this statement was wholeheartedly truthful. The Leventi girls were both noble and beautiful, but he was holding out for a woman of a still higher calibre, as he was most confident both his familial and personal prestige entitled him. There were far fewer princesses than princes in the Grecian world, so he had come to notice, and he had every right to take advantage of the few which seemed available. "I have already had an unsuccessful courtship with a princess of my home kingdom, but it seems she grew uninterested. A shame; I have plenty to offer."
It had undoubtedly been an upsetting turn of events, albeit one which Rafail wholly blamed on the princess's apparent preference for unending innocence. So far as he was concerned, he had done little to warrant such a harsh rejection, but it was Persephone who would suffer from the loss of him. He, on the other hand, was convinced he still held her sister in the palm of his hand (although the truth would be discovered as otherwise on return to Athenia), and was, hence, barely put out. Still, his Athenian experience would not prevent him from any attempts to forge a strong relationship that day.
As they paused before a jewellery stand, the Marikas could not help but quirk his lips into a smirk at the suggestion that Princess Xene's sister would like the look of him. He did not think it a possibility that this other princess would not bear similar looks to the one before him and, in truth, he would not have minded either of the two falling for his charms. But, at present, Xene was the one on his mind, and he laughed lightly at her words. "I was rather hoping you might be pleased with the look of me." As if to mask the forwardness of his words, however, and ingratiate himself somewhat to her, as the woman's eyes scanned the wares of the stalls before them, he could not help but add: "If you would not mind, I would be most glad to pay for any of your future purchases this day. An apology, of sorts, for our trouble over the fabric."
She seemed keen to maintain their relationship (or rather, the amicable communication they had at present, though he was likely to exaggerate it somewhat when later questioned), and it had never been in Rafail's nature to turn down a request of continued correspondence with a woman he liked, so he nodded, still smiling at her. "I understand. It must be a complicated time, and likely leaves little opportunity for leisurely travel. But you shall always be welcome at my home, and I would be honoured if we could write to one another until such a time as that might be possible." It was, in truth, a mild disappointment, but Rafail had already discovered that pushing a matter with this woman did not end well. Besides, there was still an opportunity to make this afternoon a pleasant one, even if their future was less certain.
One trick the young baron had learned in his time was that woman tended to respond well when offered power - or, at least, the illusion of control - over a situation. They seemed to like men who trusted them with decision-making and, although Rafail was most certainly not that kind of man, and was far from considering women his equal in any sense, he enjoyed playing the part when it would be useful. "Perhaps while I am in Taengea, you could guide me somewhat? I am not so familiar with the city of Vasiliádon, and I would appreciate some advice as to where I should visit. Perhaps you even have some favoured hidden locations you could show me?"
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"Yes, well, I have no intentions of settling," Rafail answered, his tone one which would imply this statement was wholeheartedly truthful. The Leventi girls were both noble and beautiful, but he was holding out for a woman of a still higher calibre, as he was most confident both his familial and personal prestige entitled him. There were far fewer princesses than princes in the Grecian world, so he had come to notice, and he had every right to take advantage of the few which seemed available. "I have already had an unsuccessful courtship with a princess of my home kingdom, but it seems she grew uninterested. A shame; I have plenty to offer."
It had undoubtedly been an upsetting turn of events, albeit one which Rafail wholly blamed on the princess's apparent preference for unending innocence. So far as he was concerned, he had done little to warrant such a harsh rejection, but it was Persephone who would suffer from the loss of him. He, on the other hand, was convinced he still held her sister in the palm of his hand (although the truth would be discovered as otherwise on return to Athenia), and was, hence, barely put out. Still, his Athenian experience would not prevent him from any attempts to forge a strong relationship that day.
As they paused before a jewellery stand, the Marikas could not help but quirk his lips into a smirk at the suggestion that Princess Xene's sister would like the look of him. He did not think it a possibility that this other princess would not bear similar looks to the one before him and, in truth, he would not have minded either of the two falling for his charms. But, at present, Xene was the one on his mind, and he laughed lightly at her words. "I was rather hoping you might be pleased with the look of me." As if to mask the forwardness of his words, however, and ingratiate himself somewhat to her, as the woman's eyes scanned the wares of the stalls before them, he could not help but add: "If you would not mind, I would be most glad to pay for any of your future purchases this day. An apology, of sorts, for our trouble over the fabric."
She seemed keen to maintain their relationship (or rather, the amicable communication they had at present, though he was likely to exaggerate it somewhat when later questioned), and it had never been in Rafail's nature to turn down a request of continued correspondence with a woman he liked, so he nodded, still smiling at her. "I understand. It must be a complicated time, and likely leaves little opportunity for leisurely travel. But you shall always be welcome at my home, and I would be honoured if we could write to one another until such a time as that might be possible." It was, in truth, a mild disappointment, but Rafail had already discovered that pushing a matter with this woman did not end well. Besides, there was still an opportunity to make this afternoon a pleasant one, even if their future was less certain.
One trick the young baron had learned in his time was that woman tended to respond well when offered power - or, at least, the illusion of control - over a situation. They seemed to like men who trusted them with decision-making and, although Rafail was most certainly not that kind of man, and was far from considering women his equal in any sense, he enjoyed playing the part when it would be useful. "Perhaps while I am in Taengea, you could guide me somewhat? I am not so familiar with the city of Vasiliádon, and I would appreciate some advice as to where I should visit. Perhaps you even have some favoured hidden locations you could show me?"
"Yes, well, I have no intentions of settling," Rafail answered, his tone one which would imply this statement was wholeheartedly truthful. The Leventi girls were both noble and beautiful, but he was holding out for a woman of a still higher calibre, as he was most confident both his familial and personal prestige entitled him. There were far fewer princesses than princes in the Grecian world, so he had come to notice, and he had every right to take advantage of the few which seemed available. "I have already had an unsuccessful courtship with a princess of my home kingdom, but it seems she grew uninterested. A shame; I have plenty to offer."
It had undoubtedly been an upsetting turn of events, albeit one which Rafail wholly blamed on the princess's apparent preference for unending innocence. So far as he was concerned, he had done little to warrant such a harsh rejection, but it was Persephone who would suffer from the loss of him. He, on the other hand, was convinced he still held her sister in the palm of his hand (although the truth would be discovered as otherwise on return to Athenia), and was, hence, barely put out. Still, his Athenian experience would not prevent him from any attempts to forge a strong relationship that day.
As they paused before a jewellery stand, the Marikas could not help but quirk his lips into a smirk at the suggestion that Princess Xene's sister would like the look of him. He did not think it a possibility that this other princess would not bear similar looks to the one before him and, in truth, he would not have minded either of the two falling for his charms. But, at present, Xene was the one on his mind, and he laughed lightly at her words. "I was rather hoping you might be pleased with the look of me." As if to mask the forwardness of his words, however, and ingratiate himself somewhat to her, as the woman's eyes scanned the wares of the stalls before them, he could not help but add: "If you would not mind, I would be most glad to pay for any of your future purchases this day. An apology, of sorts, for our trouble over the fabric."
She seemed keen to maintain their relationship (or rather, the amicable communication they had at present, though he was likely to exaggerate it somewhat when later questioned), and it had never been in Rafail's nature to turn down a request of continued correspondence with a woman he liked, so he nodded, still smiling at her. "I understand. It must be a complicated time, and likely leaves little opportunity for leisurely travel. But you shall always be welcome at my home, and I would be honoured if we could write to one another until such a time as that might be possible." It was, in truth, a mild disappointment, but Rafail had already discovered that pushing a matter with this woman did not end well. Besides, there was still an opportunity to make this afternoon a pleasant one, even if their future was less certain.
One trick the young baron had learned in his time was that woman tended to respond well when offered power - or, at least, the illusion of control - over a situation. They seemed to like men who trusted them with decision-making and, although Rafail was most certainly not that kind of man, and was far from considering women his equal in any sense, he enjoyed playing the part when it would be useful. "Perhaps while I am in Taengea, you could guide me somewhat? I am not so familiar with the city of Vasiliádon, and I would appreciate some advice as to where I should visit. Perhaps you even have some favoured hidden locations you could show me?"
Xene was a woman, and admittedly, women did like compliments. Even women of her own stature could eat them up if they were posed correctly. Which they were, and Rafail's voice had Xene sliding her gaze in his direction in order to consider him fully. Of course, he was handsome, but she was not always keen on telling men such things. She had long been in some sort of war with her mother about marriage, simply because she did not want to be forced into something with someone she did not like. The Mikaelidas name was important to the princess and she was not keen on giving it up for someone that she could not and would not get along with in the long run.
But Lord Rafail seemed more than polite and willing to yield to her strong temperament. That was a good thing. A good sign for her so long as the man remained second to her own wishes. The princess was not one to be toyed with nor jerked around, so it was a much better bet to ply her with compliments and niceties and let her lead their excursion together. A respected courtier in both the senate and court, the princess was not likely to yield to even Rafail of Marikas, though he was quite handsome. But beauty did not yield to a confirmation of intelligence of compatibility. Besides, Xene wasn't keen on thinking to marry anyone anyway.
He seemed to be seeking some sort of affirmation that she found him attractive and she was willing to give it to him. "I am pleased with the look of you, Lord Marikas, though I am not the type to judge solely on looks," she hummed with a slight smirk, the closest she would get to flirting for the moment. Her gaze flicked back to the stall and then toward the keeper of the jewelry. "May I see the turquoise one?" she asked absently and then paused once more to glance at Rafail when he made his offer to purchase anything else that she wished to buy this day. Her jaw dropped just slightly and then the look turned to a keen smile.
"I'll allow it," Xene said lightly, reaching out to take the turquoise necklace from the merchant. Turning, she held the piece of jewelry up to her throat. "What do you think, Lord Marikas? Do you find it fitting? Will you help me with it?" she then asked, unclasping the piece of jewelry and then sweeping a few bits of her golden hair away from her neck.
She only nodded at his further affirmation that he, too, wanted to write back and forth with her. It was his question of whether the princess could be his guide through the city that had her looking over her shoulder at him. A smile spread on her lips. "I think that I would love to show you around, but if I show you all of my favorite hidden spots, what would I have to share with you when you later return to Taengea, as I assume you would for a favored friend of yours..." the princess teased sweetly at him.
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Xene was a woman, and admittedly, women did like compliments. Even women of her own stature could eat them up if they were posed correctly. Which they were, and Rafail's voice had Xene sliding her gaze in his direction in order to consider him fully. Of course, he was handsome, but she was not always keen on telling men such things. She had long been in some sort of war with her mother about marriage, simply because she did not want to be forced into something with someone she did not like. The Mikaelidas name was important to the princess and she was not keen on giving it up for someone that she could not and would not get along with in the long run.
But Lord Rafail seemed more than polite and willing to yield to her strong temperament. That was a good thing. A good sign for her so long as the man remained second to her own wishes. The princess was not one to be toyed with nor jerked around, so it was a much better bet to ply her with compliments and niceties and let her lead their excursion together. A respected courtier in both the senate and court, the princess was not likely to yield to even Rafail of Marikas, though he was quite handsome. But beauty did not yield to a confirmation of intelligence of compatibility. Besides, Xene wasn't keen on thinking to marry anyone anyway.
He seemed to be seeking some sort of affirmation that she found him attractive and she was willing to give it to him. "I am pleased with the look of you, Lord Marikas, though I am not the type to judge solely on looks," she hummed with a slight smirk, the closest she would get to flirting for the moment. Her gaze flicked back to the stall and then toward the keeper of the jewelry. "May I see the turquoise one?" she asked absently and then paused once more to glance at Rafail when he made his offer to purchase anything else that she wished to buy this day. Her jaw dropped just slightly and then the look turned to a keen smile.
"I'll allow it," Xene said lightly, reaching out to take the turquoise necklace from the merchant. Turning, she held the piece of jewelry up to her throat. "What do you think, Lord Marikas? Do you find it fitting? Will you help me with it?" she then asked, unclasping the piece of jewelry and then sweeping a few bits of her golden hair away from her neck.
She only nodded at his further affirmation that he, too, wanted to write back and forth with her. It was his question of whether the princess could be his guide through the city that had her looking over her shoulder at him. A smile spread on her lips. "I think that I would love to show you around, but if I show you all of my favorite hidden spots, what would I have to share with you when you later return to Taengea, as I assume you would for a favored friend of yours..." the princess teased sweetly at him.
Xene was a woman, and admittedly, women did like compliments. Even women of her own stature could eat them up if they were posed correctly. Which they were, and Rafail's voice had Xene sliding her gaze in his direction in order to consider him fully. Of course, he was handsome, but she was not always keen on telling men such things. She had long been in some sort of war with her mother about marriage, simply because she did not want to be forced into something with someone she did not like. The Mikaelidas name was important to the princess and she was not keen on giving it up for someone that she could not and would not get along with in the long run.
But Lord Rafail seemed more than polite and willing to yield to her strong temperament. That was a good thing. A good sign for her so long as the man remained second to her own wishes. The princess was not one to be toyed with nor jerked around, so it was a much better bet to ply her with compliments and niceties and let her lead their excursion together. A respected courtier in both the senate and court, the princess was not likely to yield to even Rafail of Marikas, though he was quite handsome. But beauty did not yield to a confirmation of intelligence of compatibility. Besides, Xene wasn't keen on thinking to marry anyone anyway.
He seemed to be seeking some sort of affirmation that she found him attractive and she was willing to give it to him. "I am pleased with the look of you, Lord Marikas, though I am not the type to judge solely on looks," she hummed with a slight smirk, the closest she would get to flirting for the moment. Her gaze flicked back to the stall and then toward the keeper of the jewelry. "May I see the turquoise one?" she asked absently and then paused once more to glance at Rafail when he made his offer to purchase anything else that she wished to buy this day. Her jaw dropped just slightly and then the look turned to a keen smile.
"I'll allow it," Xene said lightly, reaching out to take the turquoise necklace from the merchant. Turning, she held the piece of jewelry up to her throat. "What do you think, Lord Marikas? Do you find it fitting? Will you help me with it?" she then asked, unclasping the piece of jewelry and then sweeping a few bits of her golden hair away from her neck.
She only nodded at his further affirmation that he, too, wanted to write back and forth with her. It was his question of whether the princess could be his guide through the city that had her looking over her shoulder at him. A smile spread on her lips. "I think that I would love to show you around, but if I show you all of my favorite hidden spots, what would I have to share with you when you later return to Taengea, as I assume you would for a favored friend of yours..." the princess teased sweetly at him.
At her request, Rafail stepped forwards to slide behind the woman, taking the necklace in his hands. He was slow in his movements to do up the clasp once more, and purposely lengthened the moment as his fingers brushed lightly against her neck, the action intended to accentuate the sensitivity of the moment. Once it was done, he paused as he came back around to her front, taking a moment to examine the way the necklace hung against her skin. He was not a romantic by nature, but there was a definite beauty to the way the turquoise hung around her neck, and the Taengean sunlight glinted off the jewellery.
"I think you look beautiful," he answered, once long enough seconds had passed that he felt the response appropriate. For once, it was no word of a lie, no cleverly devised tactic to make a woman fall for him. The princess honestly did look delightful with the necklace around her neck, and Rafail saw no compelling reason to lie when the truth was much more likely to entice her. Besides, there were plenty who could not pull off such items and, although he was excellent with provocative words that would lead women to his bed with little trouble, there was a slight tell in his expression which separated the self-evident truths from false statements. "Please, allow me to make you this purchase as I promised."
It seemed his not-so-subtle flirtations had been noticed, and Princess Xene seemed to respond with a similar level of coquettishness, as if she too were thoroughly intending to lure him into a closer relationship than their current conversation implied. Rafail could not help but let his lips curve into the smug expression so typical of him, the corners of his mouth quivering between the angles that would separate arrogance and genuine joy (women were not usually keen on overt displays of pride). "Perhaps only a few, then, and I shall make it my priority to return to Taengea as soon as possible, so that you might show me the others." There was no reason Rafail could see why he should return - even if the marriage to this Leventi girl went ahead, they would reside in his home kingdom - but he supposed the possibility of another meeting with the princess could entice him.
Regardless, Rafail did not intend to leave this conversation without gaining something substantial. Future assurances were all well and good, but they were nothing compared to tangible rewards for his efforts, and he had not been raised to accept life without the appeasement of his desires. Princess Xene appeared a tricky party compared to most of the women he wooed - she was undoubtedly far more steadfast and, despite teasing flirtations, had yet to prove her definite interest in him - and he was not yet entirely sure how to proceed. His voice was almost tentative as he made a suggestion, though it could not wholly mask his usual self-important tone. "If it is not too forward of me, then might I suggest you show me one of these hidden locations after this market visit? If we are to remain such close friends, then I would see it as an honour that we might have the opportunity to get to know one another better already."
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At her request, Rafail stepped forwards to slide behind the woman, taking the necklace in his hands. He was slow in his movements to do up the clasp once more, and purposely lengthened the moment as his fingers brushed lightly against her neck, the action intended to accentuate the sensitivity of the moment. Once it was done, he paused as he came back around to her front, taking a moment to examine the way the necklace hung against her skin. He was not a romantic by nature, but there was a definite beauty to the way the turquoise hung around her neck, and the Taengean sunlight glinted off the jewellery.
"I think you look beautiful," he answered, once long enough seconds had passed that he felt the response appropriate. For once, it was no word of a lie, no cleverly devised tactic to make a woman fall for him. The princess honestly did look delightful with the necklace around her neck, and Rafail saw no compelling reason to lie when the truth was much more likely to entice her. Besides, there were plenty who could not pull off such items and, although he was excellent with provocative words that would lead women to his bed with little trouble, there was a slight tell in his expression which separated the self-evident truths from false statements. "Please, allow me to make you this purchase as I promised."
It seemed his not-so-subtle flirtations had been noticed, and Princess Xene seemed to respond with a similar level of coquettishness, as if she too were thoroughly intending to lure him into a closer relationship than their current conversation implied. Rafail could not help but let his lips curve into the smug expression so typical of him, the corners of his mouth quivering between the angles that would separate arrogance and genuine joy (women were not usually keen on overt displays of pride). "Perhaps only a few, then, and I shall make it my priority to return to Taengea as soon as possible, so that you might show me the others." There was no reason Rafail could see why he should return - even if the marriage to this Leventi girl went ahead, they would reside in his home kingdom - but he supposed the possibility of another meeting with the princess could entice him.
Regardless, Rafail did not intend to leave this conversation without gaining something substantial. Future assurances were all well and good, but they were nothing compared to tangible rewards for his efforts, and he had not been raised to accept life without the appeasement of his desires. Princess Xene appeared a tricky party compared to most of the women he wooed - she was undoubtedly far more steadfast and, despite teasing flirtations, had yet to prove her definite interest in him - and he was not yet entirely sure how to proceed. His voice was almost tentative as he made a suggestion, though it could not wholly mask his usual self-important tone. "If it is not too forward of me, then might I suggest you show me one of these hidden locations after this market visit? If we are to remain such close friends, then I would see it as an honour that we might have the opportunity to get to know one another better already."
At her request, Rafail stepped forwards to slide behind the woman, taking the necklace in his hands. He was slow in his movements to do up the clasp once more, and purposely lengthened the moment as his fingers brushed lightly against her neck, the action intended to accentuate the sensitivity of the moment. Once it was done, he paused as he came back around to her front, taking a moment to examine the way the necklace hung against her skin. He was not a romantic by nature, but there was a definite beauty to the way the turquoise hung around her neck, and the Taengean sunlight glinted off the jewellery.
"I think you look beautiful," he answered, once long enough seconds had passed that he felt the response appropriate. For once, it was no word of a lie, no cleverly devised tactic to make a woman fall for him. The princess honestly did look delightful with the necklace around her neck, and Rafail saw no compelling reason to lie when the truth was much more likely to entice her. Besides, there were plenty who could not pull off such items and, although he was excellent with provocative words that would lead women to his bed with little trouble, there was a slight tell in his expression which separated the self-evident truths from false statements. "Please, allow me to make you this purchase as I promised."
It seemed his not-so-subtle flirtations had been noticed, and Princess Xene seemed to respond with a similar level of coquettishness, as if she too were thoroughly intending to lure him into a closer relationship than their current conversation implied. Rafail could not help but let his lips curve into the smug expression so typical of him, the corners of his mouth quivering between the angles that would separate arrogance and genuine joy (women were not usually keen on overt displays of pride). "Perhaps only a few, then, and I shall make it my priority to return to Taengea as soon as possible, so that you might show me the others." There was no reason Rafail could see why he should return - even if the marriage to this Leventi girl went ahead, they would reside in his home kingdom - but he supposed the possibility of another meeting with the princess could entice him.
Regardless, Rafail did not intend to leave this conversation without gaining something substantial. Future assurances were all well and good, but they were nothing compared to tangible rewards for his efforts, and he had not been raised to accept life without the appeasement of his desires. Princess Xene appeared a tricky party compared to most of the women he wooed - she was undoubtedly far more steadfast and, despite teasing flirtations, had yet to prove her definite interest in him - and he was not yet entirely sure how to proceed. His voice was almost tentative as he made a suggestion, though it could not wholly mask his usual self-important tone. "If it is not too forward of me, then might I suggest you show me one of these hidden locations after this market visit? If we are to remain such close friends, then I would see it as an honour that we might have the opportunity to get to know one another better already."
She would allow this closeness, for now, at least. But she wasn't keen on finding herself ostentatiously close to the man before her. The princess was the type to flirt, but when it came to actually giving in, that was an entirely different story altogether. Whatever Lord Marikas was intending to leave with today was likely to be a disappointment unless he truly played his cards correctly. Then again, the princess could make no promises at all about the state of her own wants or desires.
Lord Marikas was attractive, but not very much her type. Then again, she wasn't sure that she had much of a type. Romance was not something that she had explored with a fine toothed comb in the same way that Stephanos may have. She had not been with a man and she was in no true rush to be, content to let her brother make her a match for the future that would benefit both houses. For to have a princess in your lineage was a powerful thing. And that was what she would be for the rest of her life regardless of whether she married or not. Princess.
Looking up at the man with a keen smile, Xene fingered the jewelry carefully and looked down herself at it. He was right. She did look beautiful, and she knew that much. It was his offer of purchasing the gift for her that had her blue eyes glinting with extreme interest for a moment. "Are you sure, Lord Marikas? Surely, there are other things that you would rather spend your money on? Least of all me," the princess excused quietly, through she would not argue any further if he was decided about the purchase. For it would be rude to reject a gift. Especially a gift that she liked to completely and would cherish from today and every day to come.
"I think that all of my secret hiding places are more than enough reason for you to return," Xene said candidly, her smile brilliant as she continued to finger the turquoise necklace that he was in the process of purchasing for her. The idea of showing him just one such place already had her mind running. Where could she take him that would be altogether exciting for him, especially with the promise that there were many more like this to be seen if he ever were to visit Taengea again? Hopefully, she thought, to visit specifically her instead of the Leventi house. For a moment, she broke decorum, biting down on her bottom lip in deep thought. "I know of one such place that you might find admirable," Xene hummed, seeming suddenly giddy despite her general nature to remain prim and proper. "If such a thing will keep your interest in me, my lord."
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She would allow this closeness, for now, at least. But she wasn't keen on finding herself ostentatiously close to the man before her. The princess was the type to flirt, but when it came to actually giving in, that was an entirely different story altogether. Whatever Lord Marikas was intending to leave with today was likely to be a disappointment unless he truly played his cards correctly. Then again, the princess could make no promises at all about the state of her own wants or desires.
Lord Marikas was attractive, but not very much her type. Then again, she wasn't sure that she had much of a type. Romance was not something that she had explored with a fine toothed comb in the same way that Stephanos may have. She had not been with a man and she was in no true rush to be, content to let her brother make her a match for the future that would benefit both houses. For to have a princess in your lineage was a powerful thing. And that was what she would be for the rest of her life regardless of whether she married or not. Princess.
Looking up at the man with a keen smile, Xene fingered the jewelry carefully and looked down herself at it. He was right. She did look beautiful, and she knew that much. It was his offer of purchasing the gift for her that had her blue eyes glinting with extreme interest for a moment. "Are you sure, Lord Marikas? Surely, there are other things that you would rather spend your money on? Least of all me," the princess excused quietly, through she would not argue any further if he was decided about the purchase. For it would be rude to reject a gift. Especially a gift that she liked to completely and would cherish from today and every day to come.
"I think that all of my secret hiding places are more than enough reason for you to return," Xene said candidly, her smile brilliant as she continued to finger the turquoise necklace that he was in the process of purchasing for her. The idea of showing him just one such place already had her mind running. Where could she take him that would be altogether exciting for him, especially with the promise that there were many more like this to be seen if he ever were to visit Taengea again? Hopefully, she thought, to visit specifically her instead of the Leventi house. For a moment, she broke decorum, biting down on her bottom lip in deep thought. "I know of one such place that you might find admirable," Xene hummed, seeming suddenly giddy despite her general nature to remain prim and proper. "If such a thing will keep your interest in me, my lord."
She would allow this closeness, for now, at least. But she wasn't keen on finding herself ostentatiously close to the man before her. The princess was the type to flirt, but when it came to actually giving in, that was an entirely different story altogether. Whatever Lord Marikas was intending to leave with today was likely to be a disappointment unless he truly played his cards correctly. Then again, the princess could make no promises at all about the state of her own wants or desires.
Lord Marikas was attractive, but not very much her type. Then again, she wasn't sure that she had much of a type. Romance was not something that she had explored with a fine toothed comb in the same way that Stephanos may have. She had not been with a man and she was in no true rush to be, content to let her brother make her a match for the future that would benefit both houses. For to have a princess in your lineage was a powerful thing. And that was what she would be for the rest of her life regardless of whether she married or not. Princess.
Looking up at the man with a keen smile, Xene fingered the jewelry carefully and looked down herself at it. He was right. She did look beautiful, and she knew that much. It was his offer of purchasing the gift for her that had her blue eyes glinting with extreme interest for a moment. "Are you sure, Lord Marikas? Surely, there are other things that you would rather spend your money on? Least of all me," the princess excused quietly, through she would not argue any further if he was decided about the purchase. For it would be rude to reject a gift. Especially a gift that she liked to completely and would cherish from today and every day to come.
"I think that all of my secret hiding places are more than enough reason for you to return," Xene said candidly, her smile brilliant as she continued to finger the turquoise necklace that he was in the process of purchasing for her. The idea of showing him just one such place already had her mind running. Where could she take him that would be altogether exciting for him, especially with the promise that there were many more like this to be seen if he ever were to visit Taengea again? Hopefully, she thought, to visit specifically her instead of the Leventi house. For a moment, she broke decorum, biting down on her bottom lip in deep thought. "I know of one such place that you might find admirable," Xene hummed, seeming suddenly giddy despite her general nature to remain prim and proper. "If such a thing will keep your interest in me, my lord."
"Allow me to reassure you, my princess, that I am more than glad to make the payment. It is my money, after all, and if I wish to spend it on a beautiful woman, then I shall." There would be no further arguing on the subject so far as Rafail was concerned, as he gave the girl another bright smile and gestured for his own companion to bring out the purse of coin designated for this shopping trip. Papa had very readily provided him with plenty for the visit abroad, and even the purchase of the necklace was very little out of his budget. "It is nothing." As the money exchanged hands, he could not help but toss another glance in the direction of the new jewels and the way they sat on the woman's neck. "There. A gift, so that you might never forget the handsome Marikas lord with whom you had the pleasure of speaking as he visited your home kingdom."
With the purchase completed, there was more opportunity for open flirtation, unhindered by the merchant's peddling. Clearly, the princess wanted to take things a little further, and the Marikas lord was not the sort who would ever deny the flirtations of a beautiful woman, especially when she seemed eager for them to take things to somewhere a little more intimate. There was no doubt that his interest would be maintained when she appeared to be trying so hard to steal it.
"Well, I am hardly occupied," Rafail informed her, which was quite true. He had no obligations to spend his time in the Leventi home, and when he had left the estate to take a trip into the city before he was due back to enjoy another tedious yet polite meal with his hosts, there had been no set plan in mind aside from the visit to the market. He had more than enough time for the pair of them to go exploring around the city, and he was more than reassured by her status and guards that he would not only be safe from any potential thievery, but that no one would be able to argue against his temporary disappearance. Princesses were always very valuable alibis.
The man reached out a hand to take Princess Xene's in his own, if she would allow him, his lips curled into a brighter smile than before. "Trust me, my princess, I do not think it would be possible for me to lose interest in you. Now, lead the way, and show me where such a fine princess likes to hide away from the troublesome world." He waited for her response, then allowed her to lead him away from the market, slightly wondering how he had gotten so lucky to stumble across a princess so early on in his short trip.
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"Allow me to reassure you, my princess, that I am more than glad to make the payment. It is my money, after all, and if I wish to spend it on a beautiful woman, then I shall." There would be no further arguing on the subject so far as Rafail was concerned, as he gave the girl another bright smile and gestured for his own companion to bring out the purse of coin designated for this shopping trip. Papa had very readily provided him with plenty for the visit abroad, and even the purchase of the necklace was very little out of his budget. "It is nothing." As the money exchanged hands, he could not help but toss another glance in the direction of the new jewels and the way they sat on the woman's neck. "There. A gift, so that you might never forget the handsome Marikas lord with whom you had the pleasure of speaking as he visited your home kingdom."
With the purchase completed, there was more opportunity for open flirtation, unhindered by the merchant's peddling. Clearly, the princess wanted to take things a little further, and the Marikas lord was not the sort who would ever deny the flirtations of a beautiful woman, especially when she seemed eager for them to take things to somewhere a little more intimate. There was no doubt that his interest would be maintained when she appeared to be trying so hard to steal it.
"Well, I am hardly occupied," Rafail informed her, which was quite true. He had no obligations to spend his time in the Leventi home, and when he had left the estate to take a trip into the city before he was due back to enjoy another tedious yet polite meal with his hosts, there had been no set plan in mind aside from the visit to the market. He had more than enough time for the pair of them to go exploring around the city, and he was more than reassured by her status and guards that he would not only be safe from any potential thievery, but that no one would be able to argue against his temporary disappearance. Princesses were always very valuable alibis.
The man reached out a hand to take Princess Xene's in his own, if she would allow him, his lips curled into a brighter smile than before. "Trust me, my princess, I do not think it would be possible for me to lose interest in you. Now, lead the way, and show me where such a fine princess likes to hide away from the troublesome world." He waited for her response, then allowed her to lead him away from the market, slightly wondering how he had gotten so lucky to stumble across a princess so early on in his short trip.
"Allow me to reassure you, my princess, that I am more than glad to make the payment. It is my money, after all, and if I wish to spend it on a beautiful woman, then I shall." There would be no further arguing on the subject so far as Rafail was concerned, as he gave the girl another bright smile and gestured for his own companion to bring out the purse of coin designated for this shopping trip. Papa had very readily provided him with plenty for the visit abroad, and even the purchase of the necklace was very little out of his budget. "It is nothing." As the money exchanged hands, he could not help but toss another glance in the direction of the new jewels and the way they sat on the woman's neck. "There. A gift, so that you might never forget the handsome Marikas lord with whom you had the pleasure of speaking as he visited your home kingdom."
With the purchase completed, there was more opportunity for open flirtation, unhindered by the merchant's peddling. Clearly, the princess wanted to take things a little further, and the Marikas lord was not the sort who would ever deny the flirtations of a beautiful woman, especially when she seemed eager for them to take things to somewhere a little more intimate. There was no doubt that his interest would be maintained when she appeared to be trying so hard to steal it.
"Well, I am hardly occupied," Rafail informed her, which was quite true. He had no obligations to spend his time in the Leventi home, and when he had left the estate to take a trip into the city before he was due back to enjoy another tedious yet polite meal with his hosts, there had been no set plan in mind aside from the visit to the market. He had more than enough time for the pair of them to go exploring around the city, and he was more than reassured by her status and guards that he would not only be safe from any potential thievery, but that no one would be able to argue against his temporary disappearance. Princesses were always very valuable alibis.
The man reached out a hand to take Princess Xene's in his own, if she would allow him, his lips curled into a brighter smile than before. "Trust me, my princess, I do not think it would be possible for me to lose interest in you. Now, lead the way, and show me where such a fine princess likes to hide away from the troublesome world." He waited for her response, then allowed her to lead him away from the market, slightly wondering how he had gotten so lucky to stumble across a princess so early on in his short trip.