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He had known this day would come of course. Indeed, had expected it before now, but even with that, as Achilleas stared at the missive he held, there was a twist of something in his stomach that he couldn’t quite place.
Was it nerves? Anticipation?
It had always been made clear to him that at some point he would be expected to marry, and that it would be a match designed for political gain. He had long thought himself resolved to it, and yet now as he tried to imagine who, he could not deny the discomfort the idea provoked.
And why now? What had suddenly brought this matter to the fore when his father had made no mention of it of late? Achilleas frowned as he pushed to his feet, waving over a servant who he bid to saddle his horse so he might ride for the capital.
As he changed, he mulled over the concept.It was not as if he had been set some shining example of marriage that he could aspire to: his father had cast aside his mother almost as soon as he could, not just infidelity but the further scorn of publicly taking a mistress and then moving her and her illegitimate children into the Manor that was Myrto’s home by right.
He had watched his gentle mother move out to his own barony with her usual quiet dignity and had said nothing, despite the resentment he felt on her behalf.
And now he would rush over to Vasiliadon to see whom that same man had decided would be his own future. As expected, he would thank his father and that would be it settled. Wife, children.
Achilleas had never thrown himself into love affairs. His focus was elsewhere, on his barony, on the men who served under him as Commander of Taengea’s forces. Where he sought physical comfort it was generally nothing more that exactly that, and so perhaps it was not strange for him to feel a little unsettled by the idea of taking a wife.It gave the Lord something to think about as he made his way to the capital.
It was mid afternoon by the time he clattered into the yard at the Mikaelidas Manor, slid from the back of his horse and threw the reins toward the boy that appeared from the stables.
He was dusty and road worn, and knew better to present himself to his father in such a fashion, so Achilleas slipped quietly into his own rooms and took the few minutes to set himself to rights before he made his way to the study where he expected the man would be.
He had been thinking on the ride over, and he found himself turning over the same thought of over and over again. It was not his place he knew, he should just accept whatever his father was to decree, but -perhaps against his better judgement - Achilleas had decided not to. He would have no other chance to voice such an idea, and with that determination driving him, he rapped firmly on the heavy door to Irakles’ study and pushed inside.
Blue eyes settled on the man, and Achilleas unnecessarily waved the folded parchment that had drawn him there and stepped forward.
“Father.” he offered by way of greeting, a slight bow before he straightened again and then settled himself upon the chair that faced the man’s desk. He waited then, letting Irakles set the tone, whilst impatient to speak his piece.
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He had known this day would come of course. Indeed, had expected it before now, but even with that, as Achilleas stared at the missive he held, there was a twist of something in his stomach that he couldn’t quite place.
Was it nerves? Anticipation?
It had always been made clear to him that at some point he would be expected to marry, and that it would be a match designed for political gain. He had long thought himself resolved to it, and yet now as he tried to imagine who, he could not deny the discomfort the idea provoked.
And why now? What had suddenly brought this matter to the fore when his father had made no mention of it of late? Achilleas frowned as he pushed to his feet, waving over a servant who he bid to saddle his horse so he might ride for the capital.
As he changed, he mulled over the concept.It was not as if he had been set some shining example of marriage that he could aspire to: his father had cast aside his mother almost as soon as he could, not just infidelity but the further scorn of publicly taking a mistress and then moving her and her illegitimate children into the Manor that was Myrto’s home by right.
He had watched his gentle mother move out to his own barony with her usual quiet dignity and had said nothing, despite the resentment he felt on her behalf.
And now he would rush over to Vasiliadon to see whom that same man had decided would be his own future. As expected, he would thank his father and that would be it settled. Wife, children.
Achilleas had never thrown himself into love affairs. His focus was elsewhere, on his barony, on the men who served under him as Commander of Taengea’s forces. Where he sought physical comfort it was generally nothing more that exactly that, and so perhaps it was not strange for him to feel a little unsettled by the idea of taking a wife.It gave the Lord something to think about as he made his way to the capital.
It was mid afternoon by the time he clattered into the yard at the Mikaelidas Manor, slid from the back of his horse and threw the reins toward the boy that appeared from the stables.
He was dusty and road worn, and knew better to present himself to his father in such a fashion, so Achilleas slipped quietly into his own rooms and took the few minutes to set himself to rights before he made his way to the study where he expected the man would be.
He had been thinking on the ride over, and he found himself turning over the same thought of over and over again. It was not his place he knew, he should just accept whatever his father was to decree, but -perhaps against his better judgement - Achilleas had decided not to. He would have no other chance to voice such an idea, and with that determination driving him, he rapped firmly on the heavy door to Irakles’ study and pushed inside.
Blue eyes settled on the man, and Achilleas unnecessarily waved the folded parchment that had drawn him there and stepped forward.
“Father.” he offered by way of greeting, a slight bow before he straightened again and then settled himself upon the chair that faced the man’s desk. He waited then, letting Irakles set the tone, whilst impatient to speak his piece.
He had known this day would come of course. Indeed, had expected it before now, but even with that, as Achilleas stared at the missive he held, there was a twist of something in his stomach that he couldn’t quite place.
Was it nerves? Anticipation?
It had always been made clear to him that at some point he would be expected to marry, and that it would be a match designed for political gain. He had long thought himself resolved to it, and yet now as he tried to imagine who, he could not deny the discomfort the idea provoked.
And why now? What had suddenly brought this matter to the fore when his father had made no mention of it of late? Achilleas frowned as he pushed to his feet, waving over a servant who he bid to saddle his horse so he might ride for the capital.
As he changed, he mulled over the concept.It was not as if he had been set some shining example of marriage that he could aspire to: his father had cast aside his mother almost as soon as he could, not just infidelity but the further scorn of publicly taking a mistress and then moving her and her illegitimate children into the Manor that was Myrto’s home by right.
He had watched his gentle mother move out to his own barony with her usual quiet dignity and had said nothing, despite the resentment he felt on her behalf.
And now he would rush over to Vasiliadon to see whom that same man had decided would be his own future. As expected, he would thank his father and that would be it settled. Wife, children.
Achilleas had never thrown himself into love affairs. His focus was elsewhere, on his barony, on the men who served under him as Commander of Taengea’s forces. Where he sought physical comfort it was generally nothing more that exactly that, and so perhaps it was not strange for him to feel a little unsettled by the idea of taking a wife.It gave the Lord something to think about as he made his way to the capital.
It was mid afternoon by the time he clattered into the yard at the Mikaelidas Manor, slid from the back of his horse and threw the reins toward the boy that appeared from the stables.
He was dusty and road worn, and knew better to present himself to his father in such a fashion, so Achilleas slipped quietly into his own rooms and took the few minutes to set himself to rights before he made his way to the study where he expected the man would be.
He had been thinking on the ride over, and he found himself turning over the same thought of over and over again. It was not his place he knew, he should just accept whatever his father was to decree, but -perhaps against his better judgement - Achilleas had decided not to. He would have no other chance to voice such an idea, and with that determination driving him, he rapped firmly on the heavy door to Irakles’ study and pushed inside.
Blue eyes settled on the man, and Achilleas unnecessarily waved the folded parchment that had drawn him there and stepped forward.
“Father.” he offered by way of greeting, a slight bow before he straightened again and then settled himself upon the chair that faced the man’s desk. He waited then, letting Irakles set the tone, whilst impatient to speak his piece.
Just before Emilios left, he had made a very.... odd, yet thoughtful suggestion to his father. While Irakles did not make much conversation with either of his sons unless it had to do with political matters or manners of the House and its businesses, Emilios had sought his father out himself, and stated on how opportune a connection between their family and the Leventi family would be.
And it was not a suggestion Irakles swept aside.
He had personally been friends with the Head of the Leventi household for years now, and while they had dallied with the idea of joining their houses, Fotios had never been satisfied with the idea of his daughters and their achivements, or lack therein. However, it was the daughters of his second brother, Georgios of Leventi, that gained fame far and wide across the kingdom as the beauties of Taengea. Not just one, nor two, but all three of the elder ones, and the younger ones looking to follow in their sister's footsteps.
It was those girls that Emilios had pointed out, and he was not wrong. Irakles saw that despite the girls not being of Fotios's blood, they were Leventi nontheless. The eldest, according to his informants, was poised for the crown prince himself, and the blonde eldest daughter of Evelli and Georgios of Leventi was often seen with Zacharias in affairs and court functions. It was a thorn in Irakles side, but a thorn he would remove soon enough, if his plans fell through.
But today was not a day to speak of those plans.
Instead, it was a day for him to set into motion, long term goals. Goals and plans that of course, involve his sons. He did not ensure he had offspring for them to lead their own lives. They had their space in the grand scheme of his plans.
Having sent the missive to his eldest just a few days ago, stating the time and place for Achilleas to meet him. His words within the missive were non-negotiable, as they always were. Finishing his morning affairs and signing off a few more documents for the payment of taxes and royalties to the Royal Treasury of the kingdom, the man eventually summoned a servant to bring a jug of watered down wine just before Achilleas arrived. Unlike his more formal garb, since he had yet to leave home, Irakles would still be in his usual blue and gold chiton that fell to his knees when his son met him, his hair unadorned and whiskers unshaved whilst he worked in his study.
When the door was rapped, the man did not even look up as he gave a grunt that signified the person could enter, and only waved for the seat to be taken - his servant had informed him of the arrival of Achilleas just moments earlier, so there was no guesses as to who was the one who had knocked.
"Sit down." he muttered, finishing the last few documents with a flourish in his signature, before replacing the ink nib in its place, and picking up a bronze chalice. Filling it with watered down wine, he pushed it towards the younger man, before taking his own and leaning back in his seat before speaking. "Just about the time for marriage right about your age, Achilleas. A lady for your barony, and children to carry on the family name. I'm sure you're ready, are you not?" There was a casual tone in his voice as he spoke, the easy smile on his face as he waited for his son's answer.
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Just before Emilios left, he had made a very.... odd, yet thoughtful suggestion to his father. While Irakles did not make much conversation with either of his sons unless it had to do with political matters or manners of the House and its businesses, Emilios had sought his father out himself, and stated on how opportune a connection between their family and the Leventi family would be.
And it was not a suggestion Irakles swept aside.
He had personally been friends with the Head of the Leventi household for years now, and while they had dallied with the idea of joining their houses, Fotios had never been satisfied with the idea of his daughters and their achivements, or lack therein. However, it was the daughters of his second brother, Georgios of Leventi, that gained fame far and wide across the kingdom as the beauties of Taengea. Not just one, nor two, but all three of the elder ones, and the younger ones looking to follow in their sister's footsteps.
It was those girls that Emilios had pointed out, and he was not wrong. Irakles saw that despite the girls not being of Fotios's blood, they were Leventi nontheless. The eldest, according to his informants, was poised for the crown prince himself, and the blonde eldest daughter of Evelli and Georgios of Leventi was often seen with Zacharias in affairs and court functions. It was a thorn in Irakles side, but a thorn he would remove soon enough, if his plans fell through.
But today was not a day to speak of those plans.
Instead, it was a day for him to set into motion, long term goals. Goals and plans that of course, involve his sons. He did not ensure he had offspring for them to lead their own lives. They had their space in the grand scheme of his plans.
Having sent the missive to his eldest just a few days ago, stating the time and place for Achilleas to meet him. His words within the missive were non-negotiable, as they always were. Finishing his morning affairs and signing off a few more documents for the payment of taxes and royalties to the Royal Treasury of the kingdom, the man eventually summoned a servant to bring a jug of watered down wine just before Achilleas arrived. Unlike his more formal garb, since he had yet to leave home, Irakles would still be in his usual blue and gold chiton that fell to his knees when his son met him, his hair unadorned and whiskers unshaved whilst he worked in his study.
When the door was rapped, the man did not even look up as he gave a grunt that signified the person could enter, and only waved for the seat to be taken - his servant had informed him of the arrival of Achilleas just moments earlier, so there was no guesses as to who was the one who had knocked.
"Sit down." he muttered, finishing the last few documents with a flourish in his signature, before replacing the ink nib in its place, and picking up a bronze chalice. Filling it with watered down wine, he pushed it towards the younger man, before taking his own and leaning back in his seat before speaking. "Just about the time for marriage right about your age, Achilleas. A lady for your barony, and children to carry on the family name. I'm sure you're ready, are you not?" There was a casual tone in his voice as he spoke, the easy smile on his face as he waited for his son's answer.
Just before Emilios left, he had made a very.... odd, yet thoughtful suggestion to his father. While Irakles did not make much conversation with either of his sons unless it had to do with political matters or manners of the House and its businesses, Emilios had sought his father out himself, and stated on how opportune a connection between their family and the Leventi family would be.
And it was not a suggestion Irakles swept aside.
He had personally been friends with the Head of the Leventi household for years now, and while they had dallied with the idea of joining their houses, Fotios had never been satisfied with the idea of his daughters and their achivements, or lack therein. However, it was the daughters of his second brother, Georgios of Leventi, that gained fame far and wide across the kingdom as the beauties of Taengea. Not just one, nor two, but all three of the elder ones, and the younger ones looking to follow in their sister's footsteps.
It was those girls that Emilios had pointed out, and he was not wrong. Irakles saw that despite the girls not being of Fotios's blood, they were Leventi nontheless. The eldest, according to his informants, was poised for the crown prince himself, and the blonde eldest daughter of Evelli and Georgios of Leventi was often seen with Zacharias in affairs and court functions. It was a thorn in Irakles side, but a thorn he would remove soon enough, if his plans fell through.
But today was not a day to speak of those plans.
Instead, it was a day for him to set into motion, long term goals. Goals and plans that of course, involve his sons. He did not ensure he had offspring for them to lead their own lives. They had their space in the grand scheme of his plans.
Having sent the missive to his eldest just a few days ago, stating the time and place for Achilleas to meet him. His words within the missive were non-negotiable, as they always were. Finishing his morning affairs and signing off a few more documents for the payment of taxes and royalties to the Royal Treasury of the kingdom, the man eventually summoned a servant to bring a jug of watered down wine just before Achilleas arrived. Unlike his more formal garb, since he had yet to leave home, Irakles would still be in his usual blue and gold chiton that fell to his knees when his son met him, his hair unadorned and whiskers unshaved whilst he worked in his study.
When the door was rapped, the man did not even look up as he gave a grunt that signified the person could enter, and only waved for the seat to be taken - his servant had informed him of the arrival of Achilleas just moments earlier, so there was no guesses as to who was the one who had knocked.
"Sit down." he muttered, finishing the last few documents with a flourish in his signature, before replacing the ink nib in its place, and picking up a bronze chalice. Filling it with watered down wine, he pushed it towards the younger man, before taking his own and leaning back in his seat before speaking. "Just about the time for marriage right about your age, Achilleas. A lady for your barony, and children to carry on the family name. I'm sure you're ready, are you not?" There was a casual tone in his voice as he spoke, the easy smile on his face as he waited for his son's answer.
Achilleas waited silently for the man before him to finish up what he was doing, having learnt long ago that although his father would accept nothing less than exacting punctuality from his sons, that did not necessarily mean they would not be kept waiting by the man himself. Leaning forward to accept the wine, the younger man sat back and cradled in his hand as his father began to speak.
The man’s apparent good humour was promising, and Achilleas was careful in his response so as not to lose such an advantage so early on in their conversation. “Ready? Yes sir. If you deem it the right time then of course.” He knew better than to think it was a real question, trying to envision what his father would have said if he had turned around and said that, no, he was not ready, and therefore please could they delay this conversation a few years. It was not his choice to make.
Still, he tried to match the man’s casual ease, taking a sip of the watered wine as he considered what he might say next. Achilleas wasn’t sure the best way in which to lead into what he wanted to suggest - was it better to let his father outline his plans and then to gently contradict with his own thoughts?
No he decided. Contradicting was not the best plan. Which meant he would need to voice his desires first, so they could not be interpreted as being defiant of the man’s wishes. He cleared his throat. “ I have, as you may imagine, given it some thought myself.”
Some thought .n so far as he let himself he might have any choice, there had really only been one name that he had considered, and he could not really explain it even to himself. Theodora was as infuriating as she was beautiful, and the little time that he had spent with her had shown her to be wilful and reckless in ways he was not. But even knowing that, he had not been able to keep her from his thoughts, and whenever she was near he found it even more difficult to stay away.
Achilleas let his words settle a moment and tried to gauge his father’s expression for any reaction that would make continuing unwise. But then he decided he had begun so he would finish, for if he did not - in this one thing - he would be forever kicking himself he knew.
“ I am sure you have considered it carefully, and I will of course accept your will in this, but Father, if there is any room for my own preferences then I would have you know them now”
He was out of his comfort zone, but Achilleas had enough practice he hoped that it did not show.Likely, the idea that he might have an opinion of his own regarding who he might be married off to had not even entered his father's mind, and there was all liklihood that he would be shut down before he got any further in expressing it. And so Achilleas continued.
"I truly believe it would be an advantageous match, or I would not suggest it,but Lady Theodora of Leventi is unmarried still, and I do not know of any suitors she has?" He hadn't meant for it to come out as a question, but then thought perhaps it not a bad thing that it had. Perhaps then Irakles might come to see it as his own idea.
He supposed he was about to find out.
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Achilleas waited silently for the man before him to finish up what he was doing, having learnt long ago that although his father would accept nothing less than exacting punctuality from his sons, that did not necessarily mean they would not be kept waiting by the man himself. Leaning forward to accept the wine, the younger man sat back and cradled in his hand as his father began to speak.
The man’s apparent good humour was promising, and Achilleas was careful in his response so as not to lose such an advantage so early on in their conversation. “Ready? Yes sir. If you deem it the right time then of course.” He knew better than to think it was a real question, trying to envision what his father would have said if he had turned around and said that, no, he was not ready, and therefore please could they delay this conversation a few years. It was not his choice to make.
Still, he tried to match the man’s casual ease, taking a sip of the watered wine as he considered what he might say next. Achilleas wasn’t sure the best way in which to lead into what he wanted to suggest - was it better to let his father outline his plans and then to gently contradict with his own thoughts?
No he decided. Contradicting was not the best plan. Which meant he would need to voice his desires first, so they could not be interpreted as being defiant of the man’s wishes. He cleared his throat. “ I have, as you may imagine, given it some thought myself.”
Some thought .n so far as he let himself he might have any choice, there had really only been one name that he had considered, and he could not really explain it even to himself. Theodora was as infuriating as she was beautiful, and the little time that he had spent with her had shown her to be wilful and reckless in ways he was not. But even knowing that, he had not been able to keep her from his thoughts, and whenever she was near he found it even more difficult to stay away.
Achilleas let his words settle a moment and tried to gauge his father’s expression for any reaction that would make continuing unwise. But then he decided he had begun so he would finish, for if he did not - in this one thing - he would be forever kicking himself he knew.
“ I am sure you have considered it carefully, and I will of course accept your will in this, but Father, if there is any room for my own preferences then I would have you know them now”
He was out of his comfort zone, but Achilleas had enough practice he hoped that it did not show.Likely, the idea that he might have an opinion of his own regarding who he might be married off to had not even entered his father's mind, and there was all liklihood that he would be shut down before he got any further in expressing it. And so Achilleas continued.
"I truly believe it would be an advantageous match, or I would not suggest it,but Lady Theodora of Leventi is unmarried still, and I do not know of any suitors she has?" He hadn't meant for it to come out as a question, but then thought perhaps it not a bad thing that it had. Perhaps then Irakles might come to see it as his own idea.
He supposed he was about to find out.
Achilleas waited silently for the man before him to finish up what he was doing, having learnt long ago that although his father would accept nothing less than exacting punctuality from his sons, that did not necessarily mean they would not be kept waiting by the man himself. Leaning forward to accept the wine, the younger man sat back and cradled in his hand as his father began to speak.
The man’s apparent good humour was promising, and Achilleas was careful in his response so as not to lose such an advantage so early on in their conversation. “Ready? Yes sir. If you deem it the right time then of course.” He knew better than to think it was a real question, trying to envision what his father would have said if he had turned around and said that, no, he was not ready, and therefore please could they delay this conversation a few years. It was not his choice to make.
Still, he tried to match the man’s casual ease, taking a sip of the watered wine as he considered what he might say next. Achilleas wasn’t sure the best way in which to lead into what he wanted to suggest - was it better to let his father outline his plans and then to gently contradict with his own thoughts?
No he decided. Contradicting was not the best plan. Which meant he would need to voice his desires first, so they could not be interpreted as being defiant of the man’s wishes. He cleared his throat. “ I have, as you may imagine, given it some thought myself.”
Some thought .n so far as he let himself he might have any choice, there had really only been one name that he had considered, and he could not really explain it even to himself. Theodora was as infuriating as she was beautiful, and the little time that he had spent with her had shown her to be wilful and reckless in ways he was not. But even knowing that, he had not been able to keep her from his thoughts, and whenever she was near he found it even more difficult to stay away.
Achilleas let his words settle a moment and tried to gauge his father’s expression for any reaction that would make continuing unwise. But then he decided he had begun so he would finish, for if he did not - in this one thing - he would be forever kicking himself he knew.
“ I am sure you have considered it carefully, and I will of course accept your will in this, but Father, if there is any room for my own preferences then I would have you know them now”
He was out of his comfort zone, but Achilleas had enough practice he hoped that it did not show.Likely, the idea that he might have an opinion of his own regarding who he might be married off to had not even entered his father's mind, and there was all liklihood that he would be shut down before he got any further in expressing it. And so Achilleas continued.
"I truly believe it would be an advantageous match, or I would not suggest it,but Lady Theodora of Leventi is unmarried still, and I do not know of any suitors she has?" He hadn't meant for it to come out as a question, but then thought perhaps it not a bad thing that it had. Perhaps then Irakles might come to see it as his own idea.
He supposed he was about to find out.
Achilleas's response was acceptable. Many of his eldest son's actions were. Despite Irakles rarely showing it, his first born had done little to dissappoint him yet, even if he would not use the word 'proud' just yet. Then again, there was a doubt if anyone would ever get praised with that particular sentiment in regards to Irakles.
Be that as it may though, the man did raise a brow as he gave a crooked smile when Achilleas brought up that he had given it some thought. Of course, Irakles would've been surprised had he said he had not thought of the matter at all. The man was well past a marriageable age, but busy as his father had been with war and matters of the state, Irakles had left his sons in the care of their mother. But it seems Myrto has not seen fit to make the appropriate decisions, attached as she was to her sons.
Inexcusable, at least in the general's eyes.
As such, he had quickly made arrangements in recent days, especially after his discussion with his friend. Of course, Emilios's words a few days ago before his second son left for business beyond the Taengean kingdom had also set more motions in gear, but Irakles did not deny he was interested in hearing what 'thought' Achilleas has put in to this... prospect of marriage.
Leaning forward to take a swig of his own watered wine as his son spoke, interest was clear, glimmering in the depths of his gaze whilst he listened. It was obvious his son was attempting to persuade his father of something - what it was, was what had the elder Mikaelidas hooked on Achilleas's words. Nodding and waving for the other to continue when he asked, the eyes of the Taengean general widened when the choice of his eldest son was made.
Ah, so they were in accordance, then.
Appearing as if he was considering his words, the man brought his chalice to eye level, studying the engravings on the edge of his cup before he finally responded. "Lady Theodora is a fine choice, Achilleas. Fair visage, great lineage, and gentle of breeding. I shall speak to her parents at the earliest date, and to Lord Fotios to arrange your betrothal. Would three months henceforth for your marriage be too early? You will have to get your barony ready for a new mistress, you know."
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Achilleas's response was acceptable. Many of his eldest son's actions were. Despite Irakles rarely showing it, his first born had done little to dissappoint him yet, even if he would not use the word 'proud' just yet. Then again, there was a doubt if anyone would ever get praised with that particular sentiment in regards to Irakles.
Be that as it may though, the man did raise a brow as he gave a crooked smile when Achilleas brought up that he had given it some thought. Of course, Irakles would've been surprised had he said he had not thought of the matter at all. The man was well past a marriageable age, but busy as his father had been with war and matters of the state, Irakles had left his sons in the care of their mother. But it seems Myrto has not seen fit to make the appropriate decisions, attached as she was to her sons.
Inexcusable, at least in the general's eyes.
As such, he had quickly made arrangements in recent days, especially after his discussion with his friend. Of course, Emilios's words a few days ago before his second son left for business beyond the Taengean kingdom had also set more motions in gear, but Irakles did not deny he was interested in hearing what 'thought' Achilleas has put in to this... prospect of marriage.
Leaning forward to take a swig of his own watered wine as his son spoke, interest was clear, glimmering in the depths of his gaze whilst he listened. It was obvious his son was attempting to persuade his father of something - what it was, was what had the elder Mikaelidas hooked on Achilleas's words. Nodding and waving for the other to continue when he asked, the eyes of the Taengean general widened when the choice of his eldest son was made.
Ah, so they were in accordance, then.
Appearing as if he was considering his words, the man brought his chalice to eye level, studying the engravings on the edge of his cup before he finally responded. "Lady Theodora is a fine choice, Achilleas. Fair visage, great lineage, and gentle of breeding. I shall speak to her parents at the earliest date, and to Lord Fotios to arrange your betrothal. Would three months henceforth for your marriage be too early? You will have to get your barony ready for a new mistress, you know."
Achilleas's response was acceptable. Many of his eldest son's actions were. Despite Irakles rarely showing it, his first born had done little to dissappoint him yet, even if he would not use the word 'proud' just yet. Then again, there was a doubt if anyone would ever get praised with that particular sentiment in regards to Irakles.
Be that as it may though, the man did raise a brow as he gave a crooked smile when Achilleas brought up that he had given it some thought. Of course, Irakles would've been surprised had he said he had not thought of the matter at all. The man was well past a marriageable age, but busy as his father had been with war and matters of the state, Irakles had left his sons in the care of their mother. But it seems Myrto has not seen fit to make the appropriate decisions, attached as she was to her sons.
Inexcusable, at least in the general's eyes.
As such, he had quickly made arrangements in recent days, especially after his discussion with his friend. Of course, Emilios's words a few days ago before his second son left for business beyond the Taengean kingdom had also set more motions in gear, but Irakles did not deny he was interested in hearing what 'thought' Achilleas has put in to this... prospect of marriage.
Leaning forward to take a swig of his own watered wine as his son spoke, interest was clear, glimmering in the depths of his gaze whilst he listened. It was obvious his son was attempting to persuade his father of something - what it was, was what had the elder Mikaelidas hooked on Achilleas's words. Nodding and waving for the other to continue when he asked, the eyes of the Taengean general widened when the choice of his eldest son was made.
Ah, so they were in accordance, then.
Appearing as if he was considering his words, the man brought his chalice to eye level, studying the engravings on the edge of his cup before he finally responded. "Lady Theodora is a fine choice, Achilleas. Fair visage, great lineage, and gentle of breeding. I shall speak to her parents at the earliest date, and to Lord Fotios to arrange your betrothal. Would three months henceforth for your marriage be too early? You will have to get your barony ready for a new mistress, you know."
Achilleas had tried not to be dissuaded by the smile his father sent his way. It was a rare expression seen upon the man, and his son was not certain if it were simply an indicator of an uncommonly good mood, or if it was amusement at Achilleas’ even daring to express his own opinion on such a matter. He was leaning toward the latter, so could not have been more surprised when Irakles seemed to accept his words so easily.
He thought his mouth might have fallen open for a second, and Achilleas struggled to smooth his expression into something less dumbstruck. "I am...glad we are in agreement" he managed after a stunned pause. He had been expecting a battle of wills, or an outright dismissal of his wishes, had spent the entire ride over here framing his argument in myriad ways, and now with such a show of acquiescence from his father, found himself rather at sea.
Achilleas finally recovered enough from his shock to follow the rest of what he’d been told, and he took a rather overlarge sip from his cup as he absorbed it.
Three Months. It seemed so close suddenly, and the man considered all that would now follow. Betrothals were not things easily broken and though he had felt certain in his words a moment ago, now there was an unease, a fear of the unknown he supposed. There was a new flicker of doubt too, at what Theodora might make of such plans. It had been long since he had seen her to speak to, and the interaction that had lasted longest had seen her throw a book at his head. They had been younger then though, was how he had reasoned with himself, but it was altogether a more pressing consideration now. Three months.
“If three months is agreeable to Lord Fotios and yourself then that is well” he replied, even as he wondered what on earth he was supposed to be readying in Euttica. His mother was there, his steward too. Surely there would be nothing amiss. Hesititating a moment, he voiced his uncertainity.
“ Pardon my ignorance, but what preparations do you speak of?”
Would his mother step graciously aside for Theodora? Myrto had seamlessly assumed the household management when she had come from Vasiliadon and Achilleas had neither the will nor the inclination to say anything about it. It had served him well to have such things taken care of, and he thought it had given his mother a focus when she dearly needed one after having been so scorned by the man before him. Blue eyes lifted to rest upon his father, and Achilleas hoped this was not being used as way for the man to further dig at his mother. He would not have it, if such were the case.
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Achilleas had tried not to be dissuaded by the smile his father sent his way. It was a rare expression seen upon the man, and his son was not certain if it were simply an indicator of an uncommonly good mood, or if it was amusement at Achilleas’ even daring to express his own opinion on such a matter. He was leaning toward the latter, so could not have been more surprised when Irakles seemed to accept his words so easily.
He thought his mouth might have fallen open for a second, and Achilleas struggled to smooth his expression into something less dumbstruck. "I am...glad we are in agreement" he managed after a stunned pause. He had been expecting a battle of wills, or an outright dismissal of his wishes, had spent the entire ride over here framing his argument in myriad ways, and now with such a show of acquiescence from his father, found himself rather at sea.
Achilleas finally recovered enough from his shock to follow the rest of what he’d been told, and he took a rather overlarge sip from his cup as he absorbed it.
Three Months. It seemed so close suddenly, and the man considered all that would now follow. Betrothals were not things easily broken and though he had felt certain in his words a moment ago, now there was an unease, a fear of the unknown he supposed. There was a new flicker of doubt too, at what Theodora might make of such plans. It had been long since he had seen her to speak to, and the interaction that had lasted longest had seen her throw a book at his head. They had been younger then though, was how he had reasoned with himself, but it was altogether a more pressing consideration now. Three months.
“If three months is agreeable to Lord Fotios and yourself then that is well” he replied, even as he wondered what on earth he was supposed to be readying in Euttica. His mother was there, his steward too. Surely there would be nothing amiss. Hesititating a moment, he voiced his uncertainity.
“ Pardon my ignorance, but what preparations do you speak of?”
Would his mother step graciously aside for Theodora? Myrto had seamlessly assumed the household management when she had come from Vasiliadon and Achilleas had neither the will nor the inclination to say anything about it. It had served him well to have such things taken care of, and he thought it had given his mother a focus when she dearly needed one after having been so scorned by the man before him. Blue eyes lifted to rest upon his father, and Achilleas hoped this was not being used as way for the man to further dig at his mother. He would not have it, if such were the case.
Achilleas had tried not to be dissuaded by the smile his father sent his way. It was a rare expression seen upon the man, and his son was not certain if it were simply an indicator of an uncommonly good mood, or if it was amusement at Achilleas’ even daring to express his own opinion on such a matter. He was leaning toward the latter, so could not have been more surprised when Irakles seemed to accept his words so easily.
He thought his mouth might have fallen open for a second, and Achilleas struggled to smooth his expression into something less dumbstruck. "I am...glad we are in agreement" he managed after a stunned pause. He had been expecting a battle of wills, or an outright dismissal of his wishes, had spent the entire ride over here framing his argument in myriad ways, and now with such a show of acquiescence from his father, found himself rather at sea.
Achilleas finally recovered enough from his shock to follow the rest of what he’d been told, and he took a rather overlarge sip from his cup as he absorbed it.
Three Months. It seemed so close suddenly, and the man considered all that would now follow. Betrothals were not things easily broken and though he had felt certain in his words a moment ago, now there was an unease, a fear of the unknown he supposed. There was a new flicker of doubt too, at what Theodora might make of such plans. It had been long since he had seen her to speak to, and the interaction that had lasted longest had seen her throw a book at his head. They had been younger then though, was how he had reasoned with himself, but it was altogether a more pressing consideration now. Three months.
“If three months is agreeable to Lord Fotios and yourself then that is well” he replied, even as he wondered what on earth he was supposed to be readying in Euttica. His mother was there, his steward too. Surely there would be nothing amiss. Hesititating a moment, he voiced his uncertainity.
“ Pardon my ignorance, but what preparations do you speak of?”
Would his mother step graciously aside for Theodora? Myrto had seamlessly assumed the household management when she had come from Vasiliadon and Achilleas had neither the will nor the inclination to say anything about it. It had served him well to have such things taken care of, and he thought it had given his mother a focus when she dearly needed one after having been so scorned by the man before him. Blue eyes lifted to rest upon his father, and Achilleas hoped this was not being used as way for the man to further dig at his mother. He would not have it, if such were the case.
For a moment, Irakles may even have chuckled, but it was a sound easily missed in the wake of Achilleas's shock. Of course, it wasn't often that Irakles agreed with Achilleas. Usually, it was a case of the elder Mikaelidas issuing an order, and the younger one following suit. It had always been the case in the Mikaelidas household, a part that Achilleas and later, Emilios had taken on, and something that eventually Tasia and Sara will learn as well.
His word was law.
But it pleased Irakles, at least, to know that his son had at least the sound of mind and good judgement to pick a proper bride. While he would have preferred his eldest to be married to the first born Leventi daughter of the family, it was common knowledge that Selene of Leventi was on the list of marriage to the Taengean Crown Prince... but that also meant that his daughter in law would be a sister to the Queen, and Irakles did not mind that little connection at all, of course.
Picking up his chalice again as Achilleas digested the information, he couldn't help but study the range of emotions on Achilleas's face with distaste. When his marriage to Myrto had been informed to him by his father, Irakles had simply taken the information with a curt nod, and had returned to his studies in his room later. He had no choice in this matter, and that was simply the lot life had given them, being born as royalty.
Heaving a heavy sigh when Achilleas asked about preparations though, Irakles made a mental note to send Myrto a missive detailing what exactly her son should be made to know of, swirling his wine in its chalice before his eyes flicked back to Achilleas. "A marriage does not simply mean you step into a temple with your betrothed and your wedding is done, Achilleas. First of which, your household would have to be made known of an impending new mistress. After of which, a dowry would have to be prepared, and you would have to arrange a time to meet Lord Georgios to formally ask for her hand in marriage. On top of these, many other prepartions are needed. Do ask your mother for these things, as this would be her duty." The last part was said with a tinge of irritation - but when was Irakles not irritated by his legally wedded wife? Myrto was a quiet, meek thing, but the least Irakles expected of her was to prepare their sons for marriage.
Replacing his chalice on the table, the man crossed his feet, as he spoke again, "Dates would have to be chosen, so get your scribe to send me whichever dates are most suited for you, and I shall confer with Lord Fotios again when I see him."
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For a moment, Irakles may even have chuckled, but it was a sound easily missed in the wake of Achilleas's shock. Of course, it wasn't often that Irakles agreed with Achilleas. Usually, it was a case of the elder Mikaelidas issuing an order, and the younger one following suit. It had always been the case in the Mikaelidas household, a part that Achilleas and later, Emilios had taken on, and something that eventually Tasia and Sara will learn as well.
His word was law.
But it pleased Irakles, at least, to know that his son had at least the sound of mind and good judgement to pick a proper bride. While he would have preferred his eldest to be married to the first born Leventi daughter of the family, it was common knowledge that Selene of Leventi was on the list of marriage to the Taengean Crown Prince... but that also meant that his daughter in law would be a sister to the Queen, and Irakles did not mind that little connection at all, of course.
Picking up his chalice again as Achilleas digested the information, he couldn't help but study the range of emotions on Achilleas's face with distaste. When his marriage to Myrto had been informed to him by his father, Irakles had simply taken the information with a curt nod, and had returned to his studies in his room later. He had no choice in this matter, and that was simply the lot life had given them, being born as royalty.
Heaving a heavy sigh when Achilleas asked about preparations though, Irakles made a mental note to send Myrto a missive detailing what exactly her son should be made to know of, swirling his wine in its chalice before his eyes flicked back to Achilleas. "A marriage does not simply mean you step into a temple with your betrothed and your wedding is done, Achilleas. First of which, your household would have to be made known of an impending new mistress. After of which, a dowry would have to be prepared, and you would have to arrange a time to meet Lord Georgios to formally ask for her hand in marriage. On top of these, many other prepartions are needed. Do ask your mother for these things, as this would be her duty." The last part was said with a tinge of irritation - but when was Irakles not irritated by his legally wedded wife? Myrto was a quiet, meek thing, but the least Irakles expected of her was to prepare their sons for marriage.
Replacing his chalice on the table, the man crossed his feet, as he spoke again, "Dates would have to be chosen, so get your scribe to send me whichever dates are most suited for you, and I shall confer with Lord Fotios again when I see him."
For a moment, Irakles may even have chuckled, but it was a sound easily missed in the wake of Achilleas's shock. Of course, it wasn't often that Irakles agreed with Achilleas. Usually, it was a case of the elder Mikaelidas issuing an order, and the younger one following suit. It had always been the case in the Mikaelidas household, a part that Achilleas and later, Emilios had taken on, and something that eventually Tasia and Sara will learn as well.
His word was law.
But it pleased Irakles, at least, to know that his son had at least the sound of mind and good judgement to pick a proper bride. While he would have preferred his eldest to be married to the first born Leventi daughter of the family, it was common knowledge that Selene of Leventi was on the list of marriage to the Taengean Crown Prince... but that also meant that his daughter in law would be a sister to the Queen, and Irakles did not mind that little connection at all, of course.
Picking up his chalice again as Achilleas digested the information, he couldn't help but study the range of emotions on Achilleas's face with distaste. When his marriage to Myrto had been informed to him by his father, Irakles had simply taken the information with a curt nod, and had returned to his studies in his room later. He had no choice in this matter, and that was simply the lot life had given them, being born as royalty.
Heaving a heavy sigh when Achilleas asked about preparations though, Irakles made a mental note to send Myrto a missive detailing what exactly her son should be made to know of, swirling his wine in its chalice before his eyes flicked back to Achilleas. "A marriage does not simply mean you step into a temple with your betrothed and your wedding is done, Achilleas. First of which, your household would have to be made known of an impending new mistress. After of which, a dowry would have to be prepared, and you would have to arrange a time to meet Lord Georgios to formally ask for her hand in marriage. On top of these, many other prepartions are needed. Do ask your mother for these things, as this would be her duty." The last part was said with a tinge of irritation - but when was Irakles not irritated by his legally wedded wife? Myrto was a quiet, meek thing, but the least Irakles expected of her was to prepare their sons for marriage.
Replacing his chalice on the table, the man crossed his feet, as he spoke again, "Dates would have to be chosen, so get your scribe to send me whichever dates are most suited for you, and I shall confer with Lord Fotios again when I see him."
It was possibly a good thing that Irakles amusement mostly passed his son by, for Achilleas would likely have not known what to do with that, so rarely did the man ever express anything beyond a severe countenance with him. His father had a public face that was very different to the one he had grown up with. His sons did not merit the charm and warmth that he bestowed upon the rest of court, or even the people he served, but instead were more used to orders, and an inflexible attitude towards having such orders met. Achilleas was well used to that, and humour was a thing that had mostly passed by in his relationship with his father.
It was perhaps a consequence of the rather rigid relationship the two shared that Achilleas had never been able to lie to the man, nor was he good at keeping his emotions from his face, though it was a thing he managed easily with others. That long born desire to impress, to satisfy the man’s ambitions for him as he had strived to do since childhood still echoed now, and somehow undermined all of those things that he took for granted everywhere else.
It was infuriating.
Taking in the man’s sigh, Achilleas wasn’t sure why he was supposed to know the intricacies of what would be expected of him in this betrothal, given that today was the first time they had spoken of it. but he kept his silence and listened as his father reeled off some of the details. He blinked - it was perhaps more involved than he had thought.
“This will not happen until Theodora has been told though?” he asked, frowning a little. “ Or do I speak to Georgios first?” He found himself with many questions all of a sudden, but bit his tongue, for his father clearly was not of the mind to answer them. He would have to speak to his mother, though the tone Irakles had adopted when speaking of her irked Achilleas.
The man had treated her dishonourably, and yet they were all supposed to ignore it as if had not happened, as if his mistress and bastard children were not now living under this very roof. He found it somehow laughable that Irakles thought himself fit to lecture about what was expected from a marriage. But as usual he said nothing on the subject, skirting around the elephant in the room with well-practiced care, even though he knew it was no secret that he disapproved of the behaviour. Another thing he did not hide well from his father.
“I will speak to Mother then about the rest of it. ”
He had not anticipated things being so quickly put into motion, but Achilleas nodded at the request for dates, knowing he would have no other engagements that would be considered more important than this anyway. “ When do you see Fotios? I will have them to you before then”
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It was possibly a good thing that Irakles amusement mostly passed his son by, for Achilleas would likely have not known what to do with that, so rarely did the man ever express anything beyond a severe countenance with him. His father had a public face that was very different to the one he had grown up with. His sons did not merit the charm and warmth that he bestowed upon the rest of court, or even the people he served, but instead were more used to orders, and an inflexible attitude towards having such orders met. Achilleas was well used to that, and humour was a thing that had mostly passed by in his relationship with his father.
It was perhaps a consequence of the rather rigid relationship the two shared that Achilleas had never been able to lie to the man, nor was he good at keeping his emotions from his face, though it was a thing he managed easily with others. That long born desire to impress, to satisfy the man’s ambitions for him as he had strived to do since childhood still echoed now, and somehow undermined all of those things that he took for granted everywhere else.
It was infuriating.
Taking in the man’s sigh, Achilleas wasn’t sure why he was supposed to know the intricacies of what would be expected of him in this betrothal, given that today was the first time they had spoken of it. but he kept his silence and listened as his father reeled off some of the details. He blinked - it was perhaps more involved than he had thought.
“This will not happen until Theodora has been told though?” he asked, frowning a little. “ Or do I speak to Georgios first?” He found himself with many questions all of a sudden, but bit his tongue, for his father clearly was not of the mind to answer them. He would have to speak to his mother, though the tone Irakles had adopted when speaking of her irked Achilleas.
The man had treated her dishonourably, and yet they were all supposed to ignore it as if had not happened, as if his mistress and bastard children were not now living under this very roof. He found it somehow laughable that Irakles thought himself fit to lecture about what was expected from a marriage. But as usual he said nothing on the subject, skirting around the elephant in the room with well-practiced care, even though he knew it was no secret that he disapproved of the behaviour. Another thing he did not hide well from his father.
“I will speak to Mother then about the rest of it. ”
He had not anticipated things being so quickly put into motion, but Achilleas nodded at the request for dates, knowing he would have no other engagements that would be considered more important than this anyway. “ When do you see Fotios? I will have them to you before then”
It was possibly a good thing that Irakles amusement mostly passed his son by, for Achilleas would likely have not known what to do with that, so rarely did the man ever express anything beyond a severe countenance with him. His father had a public face that was very different to the one he had grown up with. His sons did not merit the charm and warmth that he bestowed upon the rest of court, or even the people he served, but instead were more used to orders, and an inflexible attitude towards having such orders met. Achilleas was well used to that, and humour was a thing that had mostly passed by in his relationship with his father.
It was perhaps a consequence of the rather rigid relationship the two shared that Achilleas had never been able to lie to the man, nor was he good at keeping his emotions from his face, though it was a thing he managed easily with others. That long born desire to impress, to satisfy the man’s ambitions for him as he had strived to do since childhood still echoed now, and somehow undermined all of those things that he took for granted everywhere else.
It was infuriating.
Taking in the man’s sigh, Achilleas wasn’t sure why he was supposed to know the intricacies of what would be expected of him in this betrothal, given that today was the first time they had spoken of it. but he kept his silence and listened as his father reeled off some of the details. He blinked - it was perhaps more involved than he had thought.
“This will not happen until Theodora has been told though?” he asked, frowning a little. “ Or do I speak to Georgios first?” He found himself with many questions all of a sudden, but bit his tongue, for his father clearly was not of the mind to answer them. He would have to speak to his mother, though the tone Irakles had adopted when speaking of her irked Achilleas.
The man had treated her dishonourably, and yet they were all supposed to ignore it as if had not happened, as if his mistress and bastard children were not now living under this very roof. He found it somehow laughable that Irakles thought himself fit to lecture about what was expected from a marriage. But as usual he said nothing on the subject, skirting around the elephant in the room with well-practiced care, even though he knew it was no secret that he disapproved of the behaviour. Another thing he did not hide well from his father.
“I will speak to Mother then about the rest of it. ”
He had not anticipated things being so quickly put into motion, but Achilleas nodded at the request for dates, knowing he would have no other engagements that would be considered more important than this anyway. “ When do you see Fotios? I will have them to you before then”
Being the son of a decorated General came with its own fair share of downfalls - one of which, being a very detached father who had very high expectations of his sons, and no space for error, nor any chances of allowing them to fall. Irakles accepted no failures, and any hint of things not moving at the speed of which he expected irritated the general. He had much to do in terms of court and politics, and had not much time when it came to handling family matters, and as such the man expected the family matters to sort themselves out.
Perhaps as boys, he had been softer in his words and demeanour, but as they grew, so did Irakles's expectations of them, and their capability to handle harsh feedback. Feelings played no role in a battlefield, and as such they played no role in his life.
"No, it will not." he answered, his tone clipped now, for his irritation was beginning to seep in. "I will speak to Fotios first, for he is Head of House. Lord Fotios will then speak to Georgios as father of the bride, and we shall arrange matters from there." Really, these were all wedding intricacies that should have been explained to the boy by his own mother. What good was Myrto staying with Achilleas, if his son still had to make the long ride back to Vasiliadon to confer with his father with matters of marriage? Making a mental note to send a very choicely worded missive to Myrto upon the conclusion of his meeting with Achilleas, the man ran a hand through his graying hair, and picked up the wine chalice to take another swig.
Nodding firmly when Achilleas confirmed he will speak to Myrto - a fact he should not even have to bring up, but had no choice - he turned to his son again at his question, and shrugged non-chalantly. "I will see him next week, as we always do for a meet before the Senate confers for our weekly meet. Have it ready by then, or send a missive should you be unable to find me. I have plenty to do for the next week." With another weary glance at Achilleas, for Irakles did not wish to linger on the topic any further, he asked, "I trust you are glad with Lady Theodora as your prospective bride?" It was a question that did not bode an answer, but it did help Irakles lead on to his following question.
Of course, mistresses and whores were commonplace amongst the nobility. Not at all surprising, especially not when he himself kept his mistress under his own roof, along with the daughters Meena had bore him. But the distinct difference, was that he had kept his relations squeaky clean until he had an heir and a spare for the family name - a family name Achilleas would one day have to carry, and Irakles would not have it stained. "She is a lady of impeccable family name and lineage, all of which we would need to bring the Mikaelidas name glory and pride, Achilleas. A lady's maid... does not meet such expectations, most particularly not a maid under our household roof." The words were said pointedly by then. He was a man of the house, and to know of such matters happening under his own roof was not surprising. But what Irakles needed, was for Achilleas to know that such matters or news being spread out of the house before he had his own heir and spare was unacceptable, especially not if it brought shame to their family by scorning the lady Theodora before she bore the heirs Achilleas would need.
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Being the son of a decorated General came with its own fair share of downfalls - one of which, being a very detached father who had very high expectations of his sons, and no space for error, nor any chances of allowing them to fall. Irakles accepted no failures, and any hint of things not moving at the speed of which he expected irritated the general. He had much to do in terms of court and politics, and had not much time when it came to handling family matters, and as such the man expected the family matters to sort themselves out.
Perhaps as boys, he had been softer in his words and demeanour, but as they grew, so did Irakles's expectations of them, and their capability to handle harsh feedback. Feelings played no role in a battlefield, and as such they played no role in his life.
"No, it will not." he answered, his tone clipped now, for his irritation was beginning to seep in. "I will speak to Fotios first, for he is Head of House. Lord Fotios will then speak to Georgios as father of the bride, and we shall arrange matters from there." Really, these were all wedding intricacies that should have been explained to the boy by his own mother. What good was Myrto staying with Achilleas, if his son still had to make the long ride back to Vasiliadon to confer with his father with matters of marriage? Making a mental note to send a very choicely worded missive to Myrto upon the conclusion of his meeting with Achilleas, the man ran a hand through his graying hair, and picked up the wine chalice to take another swig.
Nodding firmly when Achilleas confirmed he will speak to Myrto - a fact he should not even have to bring up, but had no choice - he turned to his son again at his question, and shrugged non-chalantly. "I will see him next week, as we always do for a meet before the Senate confers for our weekly meet. Have it ready by then, or send a missive should you be unable to find me. I have plenty to do for the next week." With another weary glance at Achilleas, for Irakles did not wish to linger on the topic any further, he asked, "I trust you are glad with Lady Theodora as your prospective bride?" It was a question that did not bode an answer, but it did help Irakles lead on to his following question.
Of course, mistresses and whores were commonplace amongst the nobility. Not at all surprising, especially not when he himself kept his mistress under his own roof, along with the daughters Meena had bore him. But the distinct difference, was that he had kept his relations squeaky clean until he had an heir and a spare for the family name - a family name Achilleas would one day have to carry, and Irakles would not have it stained. "She is a lady of impeccable family name and lineage, all of which we would need to bring the Mikaelidas name glory and pride, Achilleas. A lady's maid... does not meet such expectations, most particularly not a maid under our household roof." The words were said pointedly by then. He was a man of the house, and to know of such matters happening under his own roof was not surprising. But what Irakles needed, was for Achilleas to know that such matters or news being spread out of the house before he had his own heir and spare was unacceptable, especially not if it brought shame to their family by scorning the lady Theodora before she bore the heirs Achilleas would need.
Being the son of a decorated General came with its own fair share of downfalls - one of which, being a very detached father who had very high expectations of his sons, and no space for error, nor any chances of allowing them to fall. Irakles accepted no failures, and any hint of things not moving at the speed of which he expected irritated the general. He had much to do in terms of court and politics, and had not much time when it came to handling family matters, and as such the man expected the family matters to sort themselves out.
Perhaps as boys, he had been softer in his words and demeanour, but as they grew, so did Irakles's expectations of them, and their capability to handle harsh feedback. Feelings played no role in a battlefield, and as such they played no role in his life.
"No, it will not." he answered, his tone clipped now, for his irritation was beginning to seep in. "I will speak to Fotios first, for he is Head of House. Lord Fotios will then speak to Georgios as father of the bride, and we shall arrange matters from there." Really, these were all wedding intricacies that should have been explained to the boy by his own mother. What good was Myrto staying with Achilleas, if his son still had to make the long ride back to Vasiliadon to confer with his father with matters of marriage? Making a mental note to send a very choicely worded missive to Myrto upon the conclusion of his meeting with Achilleas, the man ran a hand through his graying hair, and picked up the wine chalice to take another swig.
Nodding firmly when Achilleas confirmed he will speak to Myrto - a fact he should not even have to bring up, but had no choice - he turned to his son again at his question, and shrugged non-chalantly. "I will see him next week, as we always do for a meet before the Senate confers for our weekly meet. Have it ready by then, or send a missive should you be unable to find me. I have plenty to do for the next week." With another weary glance at Achilleas, for Irakles did not wish to linger on the topic any further, he asked, "I trust you are glad with Lady Theodora as your prospective bride?" It was a question that did not bode an answer, but it did help Irakles lead on to his following question.
Of course, mistresses and whores were commonplace amongst the nobility. Not at all surprising, especially not when he himself kept his mistress under his own roof, along with the daughters Meena had bore him. But the distinct difference, was that he had kept his relations squeaky clean until he had an heir and a spare for the family name - a family name Achilleas would one day have to carry, and Irakles would not have it stained. "She is a lady of impeccable family name and lineage, all of which we would need to bring the Mikaelidas name glory and pride, Achilleas. A lady's maid... does not meet such expectations, most particularly not a maid under our household roof." The words were said pointedly by then. He was a man of the house, and to know of such matters happening under his own roof was not surprising. But what Irakles needed, was for Achilleas to know that such matters or news being spread out of the house before he had his own heir and spare was unacceptable, especially not if it brought shame to their family by scorning the lady Theodora before she bore the heirs Achilleas would need.
He knew he was skirting the edge of his father’s patience when the man answered, and Achilleas judged he had been wise to save the rest of his questions. He simply nodded his assent, tried to let the irritation he heard wash over him. It was nothing significant, just a sign of the man’s short temper and he was well used to that.
That Irakles would be approaching Fotios regarding the betrothal could only be a good thing too, indeed the pair were long term friends, and Achilleas would not have been surprised if it had been one of Fotios’ own daughters that he had ended up marked for. Though, there were none of the three he could say were anything remarkable he thought, perhaps a little unkindly, as his father gave him a deadline of a week hence to put forward some dates. “Very well then”.
He had thought them done then, could sense the dismissal just ready to be issued, and so there was a brief look of confusion as the man went on, asking him if he were pleased with the choice. Indeed, it would have been an odd suggestion for Achilleas to have made if he were then going to be anything but glad when it was agreed, so he knew there must be more, and for one awful moment, he imagined Irakles about to tell him no. The agreement had been too easily won, He was jesting, or there was some catch Achilleas had not caught onto yet. The younger man was trying to figure it out when his father spoke on.
Achilleas was well aware of Theodora’s good breeding - it had nearly seen him stumble when he had mistaken her for a commoner in Macendia- and so he frowned, lost with where the man was going until…
That was not possible.
Blue eyes had lifted sharply to find those that rested upon him, and for a moment Achilleas stared at his father, until he managed to speak past a suddenly dry throat. “ I...what? I am not sure what you are suggesting Father, but if you are intimating there is anything untoward…”
He trailed off, recognising the futility in trying to lie when the older Mikaelidas man had spoken so directly. Still, Achilleas cringed under the knowledge that his father had seen fit to raise the matter of who he chose to share a bed with.
“It is hardly as if I have intentions of marrying the girl” he finished, a little defensively. And indeed, one of the reasons he maintained a casual relationship with Briseis was because it was discreet and would not draw any attention. Far more so than if he were fooling around with courtiers or nobles. Irakles’ eldest had always kept his nose clean in romantic matters, and did not much appreciate being pulled up upon it now.
It was convenient, and made any expectations upon him neglible. And up until now, he had thought he had done a damn fine job of keeping it beneath notice as well. To find out it had been noticed, and now so openly remarked upon was rather a shock and there was a little of the cornered lion in the gaze that Achilleas set upon his father then. “ If that is all?”
There was the slow dawning realisation as well that he would have to break news of his impending betrothal to the maid in question, and whilst Achilleas did not believe he had ever given Briseis cause to expect anything different, it was not a conversation he relished the thought of. Any plans the man might have had to stay overnight in Vasiliadon were rapidly becoming less appealing.
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He knew he was skirting the edge of his father’s patience when the man answered, and Achilleas judged he had been wise to save the rest of his questions. He simply nodded his assent, tried to let the irritation he heard wash over him. It was nothing significant, just a sign of the man’s short temper and he was well used to that.
That Irakles would be approaching Fotios regarding the betrothal could only be a good thing too, indeed the pair were long term friends, and Achilleas would not have been surprised if it had been one of Fotios’ own daughters that he had ended up marked for. Though, there were none of the three he could say were anything remarkable he thought, perhaps a little unkindly, as his father gave him a deadline of a week hence to put forward some dates. “Very well then”.
He had thought them done then, could sense the dismissal just ready to be issued, and so there was a brief look of confusion as the man went on, asking him if he were pleased with the choice. Indeed, it would have been an odd suggestion for Achilleas to have made if he were then going to be anything but glad when it was agreed, so he knew there must be more, and for one awful moment, he imagined Irakles about to tell him no. The agreement had been too easily won, He was jesting, or there was some catch Achilleas had not caught onto yet. The younger man was trying to figure it out when his father spoke on.
Achilleas was well aware of Theodora’s good breeding - it had nearly seen him stumble when he had mistaken her for a commoner in Macendia- and so he frowned, lost with where the man was going until…
That was not possible.
Blue eyes had lifted sharply to find those that rested upon him, and for a moment Achilleas stared at his father, until he managed to speak past a suddenly dry throat. “ I...what? I am not sure what you are suggesting Father, but if you are intimating there is anything untoward…”
He trailed off, recognising the futility in trying to lie when the older Mikaelidas man had spoken so directly. Still, Achilleas cringed under the knowledge that his father had seen fit to raise the matter of who he chose to share a bed with.
“It is hardly as if I have intentions of marrying the girl” he finished, a little defensively. And indeed, one of the reasons he maintained a casual relationship with Briseis was because it was discreet and would not draw any attention. Far more so than if he were fooling around with courtiers or nobles. Irakles’ eldest had always kept his nose clean in romantic matters, and did not much appreciate being pulled up upon it now.
It was convenient, and made any expectations upon him neglible. And up until now, he had thought he had done a damn fine job of keeping it beneath notice as well. To find out it had been noticed, and now so openly remarked upon was rather a shock and there was a little of the cornered lion in the gaze that Achilleas set upon his father then. “ If that is all?”
There was the slow dawning realisation as well that he would have to break news of his impending betrothal to the maid in question, and whilst Achilleas did not believe he had ever given Briseis cause to expect anything different, it was not a conversation he relished the thought of. Any plans the man might have had to stay overnight in Vasiliadon were rapidly becoming less appealing.
He knew he was skirting the edge of his father’s patience when the man answered, and Achilleas judged he had been wise to save the rest of his questions. He simply nodded his assent, tried to let the irritation he heard wash over him. It was nothing significant, just a sign of the man’s short temper and he was well used to that.
That Irakles would be approaching Fotios regarding the betrothal could only be a good thing too, indeed the pair were long term friends, and Achilleas would not have been surprised if it had been one of Fotios’ own daughters that he had ended up marked for. Though, there were none of the three he could say were anything remarkable he thought, perhaps a little unkindly, as his father gave him a deadline of a week hence to put forward some dates. “Very well then”.
He had thought them done then, could sense the dismissal just ready to be issued, and so there was a brief look of confusion as the man went on, asking him if he were pleased with the choice. Indeed, it would have been an odd suggestion for Achilleas to have made if he were then going to be anything but glad when it was agreed, so he knew there must be more, and for one awful moment, he imagined Irakles about to tell him no. The agreement had been too easily won, He was jesting, or there was some catch Achilleas had not caught onto yet. The younger man was trying to figure it out when his father spoke on.
Achilleas was well aware of Theodora’s good breeding - it had nearly seen him stumble when he had mistaken her for a commoner in Macendia- and so he frowned, lost with where the man was going until…
That was not possible.
Blue eyes had lifted sharply to find those that rested upon him, and for a moment Achilleas stared at his father, until he managed to speak past a suddenly dry throat. “ I...what? I am not sure what you are suggesting Father, but if you are intimating there is anything untoward…”
He trailed off, recognising the futility in trying to lie when the older Mikaelidas man had spoken so directly. Still, Achilleas cringed under the knowledge that his father had seen fit to raise the matter of who he chose to share a bed with.
“It is hardly as if I have intentions of marrying the girl” he finished, a little defensively. And indeed, one of the reasons he maintained a casual relationship with Briseis was because it was discreet and would not draw any attention. Far more so than if he were fooling around with courtiers or nobles. Irakles’ eldest had always kept his nose clean in romantic matters, and did not much appreciate being pulled up upon it now.
It was convenient, and made any expectations upon him neglible. And up until now, he had thought he had done a damn fine job of keeping it beneath notice as well. To find out it had been noticed, and now so openly remarked upon was rather a shock and there was a little of the cornered lion in the gaze that Achilleas set upon his father then. “ If that is all?”
There was the slow dawning realisation as well that he would have to break news of his impending betrothal to the maid in question, and whilst Achilleas did not believe he had ever given Briseis cause to expect anything different, it was not a conversation he relished the thought of. Any plans the man might have had to stay overnight in Vasiliadon were rapidly becoming less appealing.
It shouldn't be surprising. While he let household matters be run by Meena and to a certain extent, Tasia as his daughter learned the reins, Irakles insisted on at least a bare-bones report of things going on in his own household. It would be a joke if he didn't know what was going on under his own roof - and one of the things being told to him, was how a particular maid had always been sought out by Achilleas whenever his eldest son was in residence, a report that was not difficult for Irakles to put two and two together.
He glanced at Achilleas from over his nose, a raised brow indicating that obviously he knew Achilleas had no intention of marriage, but that was not the point of the conversation. Marriage is one matter, but keeping one's reputation above reproach before an heir and a spare is born was another matter entirely. If Achilleas was not smart enough to keep his bedroom matters under wraps, that his own father would find out, then Irakles would have no qualms in stopping the manner until his son's wife produced two offsprings.
"Keep your reputation clean, Achilleas, or consequences will follow." It was a well hidden threat, but there nontheless. He could see his son shifting uncomfortably, and that was exactly what Irakles had intended. The boy needed to be reminded that, as much as he thought himself experienced, he simply did not know so much more, not without the twenty plus years Irakles had on him.
Nodding curtly when Achilleas asked if that was all, Irakles turned back to his papers, quick to get back to work without so much as another glance at his son. Later in the day, he would send a missive to Fotios, and perhaps update Meena that he has told his son of their decision, before heading to the palace to get into yet another argument with his brother on how the upcoming Dionysus festival would be held. It was half the reason why Irakles had so many missives from his barons of late... but he had bigger fish to fry.
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It shouldn't be surprising. While he let household matters be run by Meena and to a certain extent, Tasia as his daughter learned the reins, Irakles insisted on at least a bare-bones report of things going on in his own household. It would be a joke if he didn't know what was going on under his own roof - and one of the things being told to him, was how a particular maid had always been sought out by Achilleas whenever his eldest son was in residence, a report that was not difficult for Irakles to put two and two together.
He glanced at Achilleas from over his nose, a raised brow indicating that obviously he knew Achilleas had no intention of marriage, but that was not the point of the conversation. Marriage is one matter, but keeping one's reputation above reproach before an heir and a spare is born was another matter entirely. If Achilleas was not smart enough to keep his bedroom matters under wraps, that his own father would find out, then Irakles would have no qualms in stopping the manner until his son's wife produced two offsprings.
"Keep your reputation clean, Achilleas, or consequences will follow." It was a well hidden threat, but there nontheless. He could see his son shifting uncomfortably, and that was exactly what Irakles had intended. The boy needed to be reminded that, as much as he thought himself experienced, he simply did not know so much more, not without the twenty plus years Irakles had on him.
Nodding curtly when Achilleas asked if that was all, Irakles turned back to his papers, quick to get back to work without so much as another glance at his son. Later in the day, he would send a missive to Fotios, and perhaps update Meena that he has told his son of their decision, before heading to the palace to get into yet another argument with his brother on how the upcoming Dionysus festival would be held. It was half the reason why Irakles had so many missives from his barons of late... but he had bigger fish to fry.
It shouldn't be surprising. While he let household matters be run by Meena and to a certain extent, Tasia as his daughter learned the reins, Irakles insisted on at least a bare-bones report of things going on in his own household. It would be a joke if he didn't know what was going on under his own roof - and one of the things being told to him, was how a particular maid had always been sought out by Achilleas whenever his eldest son was in residence, a report that was not difficult for Irakles to put two and two together.
He glanced at Achilleas from over his nose, a raised brow indicating that obviously he knew Achilleas had no intention of marriage, but that was not the point of the conversation. Marriage is one matter, but keeping one's reputation above reproach before an heir and a spare is born was another matter entirely. If Achilleas was not smart enough to keep his bedroom matters under wraps, that his own father would find out, then Irakles would have no qualms in stopping the manner until his son's wife produced two offsprings.
"Keep your reputation clean, Achilleas, or consequences will follow." It was a well hidden threat, but there nontheless. He could see his son shifting uncomfortably, and that was exactly what Irakles had intended. The boy needed to be reminded that, as much as he thought himself experienced, he simply did not know so much more, not without the twenty plus years Irakles had on him.
Nodding curtly when Achilleas asked if that was all, Irakles turned back to his papers, quick to get back to work without so much as another glance at his son. Later in the day, he would send a missive to Fotios, and perhaps update Meena that he has told his son of their decision, before heading to the palace to get into yet another argument with his brother on how the upcoming Dionysus festival would be held. It was half the reason why Irakles had so many missives from his barons of late... but he had bigger fish to fry.
