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The girl needed lessons in how to lie, Fotios thought. Admittedly, Evangelina was still just a child for all intents and purposes - especially as far as the eyes of the court were to be considered. Which meant her behaviour was at least semi-passable. It was an odd sort of rule within noble society that children were often given leniencies right up to the second they were of an age to be classified as adults. As if their entire mentality, maturity and morals were supposed to magically flick into that of adulthood by the time they reached - in Evangelina's case - fifteen years of age. That bizarre juxtaposition gave Evangelina some form of leeway in her behaviour but Fotios was also a man who knew reality better than he knew social decorum: and he knew social decorum very well indeed. What exactly would have to be done with Evangelina to turn her into a suitable lady in the next three years? Because she was certainly behaving still like a youth. And there was no magical switch or flicker at fifteen that would make her otherwise. He would have to speak with her father...
When the girl offered him a rock, Fotios was about ready to roll his eyes, but it did not stop him from taking the stone and - for the lack of anything else to do with it - depositing it in the leather money pouch that hung at his waist. He didn’t respond to her insistence upon her new hobby, nor her comments on what the small piece of rock looked like – feline or otherwise. Instead, his only response was a hardening of his jawline and a sharpening of his gaze. He was about to snap at the girl to get up and stop with her ridiculous stories when the two of them were interrupted by Lord Nikos of Condos of all people. The swaggering and healthy young man who was finding a lot of attention from the females of the Taengean court since growing into his height and shoulders, Fotios suddenly had a new idea as to why Evangelina had been so intent on hiding beneath the table. Just because Fotios hadn't noticed the handsome Condos lord before now, didn't mean that Evangelina hadn't.
Good grief. Women were amazing and sexual creatures but girls Fotios had little patience for. All hormonal, emotional things that had none of the maturity and sense that would come to them with age. Or... at least, came to some of them. He had yet to witness whether Evangelina would grow into herself with some common sense and maturity or follow the line of some of her cousins and remain as childish as ever.
"Might I present, Lord Nikos..." Fotios began with a tone of calm suffering. "... If she deigns to get to her feet... my niece the Lady Evangelina, eldest daughter of my brother Lord Konstanos." With a flick of his wrist, Fotios moved the tablecloth up and off of the young girl, exposing her to the world and forcing her to get up or risk continuing to be embarrassed on all fours in a public space.
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The girl needed lessons in how to lie, Fotios thought. Admittedly, Evangelina was still just a child for all intents and purposes - especially as far as the eyes of the court were to be considered. Which meant her behaviour was at least semi-passable. It was an odd sort of rule within noble society that children were often given leniencies right up to the second they were of an age to be classified as adults. As if their entire mentality, maturity and morals were supposed to magically flick into that of adulthood by the time they reached - in Evangelina's case - fifteen years of age. That bizarre juxtaposition gave Evangelina some form of leeway in her behaviour but Fotios was also a man who knew reality better than he knew social decorum: and he knew social decorum very well indeed. What exactly would have to be done with Evangelina to turn her into a suitable lady in the next three years? Because she was certainly behaving still like a youth. And there was no magical switch or flicker at fifteen that would make her otherwise. He would have to speak with her father...
When the girl offered him a rock, Fotios was about ready to roll his eyes, but it did not stop him from taking the stone and - for the lack of anything else to do with it - depositing it in the leather money pouch that hung at his waist. He didn’t respond to her insistence upon her new hobby, nor her comments on what the small piece of rock looked like – feline or otherwise. Instead, his only response was a hardening of his jawline and a sharpening of his gaze. He was about to snap at the girl to get up and stop with her ridiculous stories when the two of them were interrupted by Lord Nikos of Condos of all people. The swaggering and healthy young man who was finding a lot of attention from the females of the Taengean court since growing into his height and shoulders, Fotios suddenly had a new idea as to why Evangelina had been so intent on hiding beneath the table. Just because Fotios hadn't noticed the handsome Condos lord before now, didn't mean that Evangelina hadn't.
Good grief. Women were amazing and sexual creatures but girls Fotios had little patience for. All hormonal, emotional things that had none of the maturity and sense that would come to them with age. Or... at least, came to some of them. He had yet to witness whether Evangelina would grow into herself with some common sense and maturity or follow the line of some of her cousins and remain as childish as ever.
"Might I present, Lord Nikos..." Fotios began with a tone of calm suffering. "... If she deigns to get to her feet... my niece the Lady Evangelina, eldest daughter of my brother Lord Konstanos." With a flick of his wrist, Fotios moved the tablecloth up and off of the young girl, exposing her to the world and forcing her to get up or risk continuing to be embarrassed on all fours in a public space.
The girl needed lessons in how to lie, Fotios thought. Admittedly, Evangelina was still just a child for all intents and purposes - especially as far as the eyes of the court were to be considered. Which meant her behaviour was at least semi-passable. It was an odd sort of rule within noble society that children were often given leniencies right up to the second they were of an age to be classified as adults. As if their entire mentality, maturity and morals were supposed to magically flick into that of adulthood by the time they reached - in Evangelina's case - fifteen years of age. That bizarre juxtaposition gave Evangelina some form of leeway in her behaviour but Fotios was also a man who knew reality better than he knew social decorum: and he knew social decorum very well indeed. What exactly would have to be done with Evangelina to turn her into a suitable lady in the next three years? Because she was certainly behaving still like a youth. And there was no magical switch or flicker at fifteen that would make her otherwise. He would have to speak with her father...
When the girl offered him a rock, Fotios was about ready to roll his eyes, but it did not stop him from taking the stone and - for the lack of anything else to do with it - depositing it in the leather money pouch that hung at his waist. He didn’t respond to her insistence upon her new hobby, nor her comments on what the small piece of rock looked like – feline or otherwise. Instead, his only response was a hardening of his jawline and a sharpening of his gaze. He was about to snap at the girl to get up and stop with her ridiculous stories when the two of them were interrupted by Lord Nikos of Condos of all people. The swaggering and healthy young man who was finding a lot of attention from the females of the Taengean court since growing into his height and shoulders, Fotios suddenly had a new idea as to why Evangelina had been so intent on hiding beneath the table. Just because Fotios hadn't noticed the handsome Condos lord before now, didn't mean that Evangelina hadn't.
Good grief. Women were amazing and sexual creatures but girls Fotios had little patience for. All hormonal, emotional things that had none of the maturity and sense that would come to them with age. Or... at least, came to some of them. He had yet to witness whether Evangelina would grow into herself with some common sense and maturity or follow the line of some of her cousins and remain as childish as ever.
"Might I present, Lord Nikos..." Fotios began with a tone of calm suffering. "... If she deigns to get to her feet... my niece the Lady Evangelina, eldest daughter of my brother Lord Konstanos." With a flick of his wrist, Fotios moved the tablecloth up and off of the young girl, exposing her to the world and forcing her to get up or risk continuing to be embarrassed on all fours in a public space.
She knew exactly what she was doing to her uncle and there was a slight thrill to knowing she managed to annoy him, even if it was at her own expense. Most of the time he acted like she was just another afterthought. Maybe she had been born with the right parts to be awarded his approval but she would make sure he could pick her out of similarly aged girls.
Evangelina almost smiled as he took the dirty, sticky rock from her. At least he had not figured out her real reasons for being under this particular table like some sort of heathen creature pulled from the places of the world unknown. That almost smile faded as quickly as it almost appeared at the sound of footsteps and then feet sticking just far enough under the table to see that she and her uncle had been joined.
‘Lord Fotios.’
Her dark eyes closed and the air in her body left her. She sat so still for fear that if she moved he’d know she was there. She’d entirely forgotten about her uncle standing there.
‘I've not yet had the pleasure of meeting your brother this fine day. If I myself am not granted the opportunity, please send Lord Georgios my thanks for the invitation, the festivities have been wonderful.’
Opening her eyes, she sent a quick pleading look to her uncle. Send him away… Get him out of here! Please…. Desperation and confirmation of her uncle’s suspicions shining through her gaze. She mouthed the words to her Fotios and added a small wave of her hand motion as if she was waving the intruder away herself.
It was then during a mid-wave that she came eye to eye with the very man who’d sent her hurling under the table to begin with. She’d just bet the Gods were having a fantastic laugh at her expense over this. Didn’t they have anything else to do? Widening her eyes, her waving froze and she sat there still as if she hoped he might not have actually just seen her sitting under a table. It wasn’t to be though, he’d not only seen her but he spoke.
‘I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady....’
Her pert little mouth opened forming an ‘o’ and she blinked her eyes up at him. What was she going to do now? Would her uncle give her away? Darting a glance at him, she had her answer. The traitor not only gave Lord Nikos her actual name but he also gave away her details. The man was a master informer and yet he had about as much sense as that one-eyed rooster who crowed at dusk rather than dawn.
‘... If she deigns to get to her feet... my niece the Lady Evangelina, eldest daughter of my brother Lord Konstanos.’
The tablecloth flicked backward leaving her in a rather ridiculous sort of conundrum. The pint-sized Leventi’s lips pursed in a frown at the traitor and crawled out from under the table. It was too late to change horses in the middle of the river. She was going to have to stick this ridiculousness out.
“I suppose you don’t collect rocks either…” Evangelina directed to Lord Nikos, her voice taking on an entirely different, dispassionate tone about it this time. She frowned at the man that lit up her dreams. Up close he was just as devastatingly handsome as she’d imagined. The Gods had done good. Her heart was racing and she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks at her nearness to him.
I will not be embarrassed. I will not be embarrassed. I will not be…
Raising up to her full height, it was obvious she was still rather small for her age. She jutted her chin stubbornly anyway. The once intricately braided hair was now sticking in every direction more like the wild mane of one of their horses rather than a Leventi girl. Her face was still the sharp angles of youth but help promise to be striking as she matured…. Well, if one looked beneath the dirt streaks across her cheek and temple.
Resting her hands lightly on the table she’d just climbed out from under, she glanced at the vendor and then back to her uncle. A wicked little idea forming in her mind. He’d called her out and given Lord Nikos her name…
“Uncle Fotios? Father says you are a man of impeccable tastes, but everyone says that Condos wines' the best… Why are you drinking wine that’s not Condos wine?” Tilting her head, she stared at her uncle with innocence and bit the inside of her cheek before darting a glance at Nikos only to settle back to her uncle. Standing on her tip toes, she tried to look down into his glass to see how much he’d drank. “How is it? May I have some?” She could just imagine the ways she’d pay for this later but right now, she was an almost-woman scorned.
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She knew exactly what she was doing to her uncle and there was a slight thrill to knowing she managed to annoy him, even if it was at her own expense. Most of the time he acted like she was just another afterthought. Maybe she had been born with the right parts to be awarded his approval but she would make sure he could pick her out of similarly aged girls.
Evangelina almost smiled as he took the dirty, sticky rock from her. At least he had not figured out her real reasons for being under this particular table like some sort of heathen creature pulled from the places of the world unknown. That almost smile faded as quickly as it almost appeared at the sound of footsteps and then feet sticking just far enough under the table to see that she and her uncle had been joined.
‘Lord Fotios.’
Her dark eyes closed and the air in her body left her. She sat so still for fear that if she moved he’d know she was there. She’d entirely forgotten about her uncle standing there.
‘I've not yet had the pleasure of meeting your brother this fine day. If I myself am not granted the opportunity, please send Lord Georgios my thanks for the invitation, the festivities have been wonderful.’
Opening her eyes, she sent a quick pleading look to her uncle. Send him away… Get him out of here! Please…. Desperation and confirmation of her uncle’s suspicions shining through her gaze. She mouthed the words to her Fotios and added a small wave of her hand motion as if she was waving the intruder away herself.
It was then during a mid-wave that she came eye to eye with the very man who’d sent her hurling under the table to begin with. She’d just bet the Gods were having a fantastic laugh at her expense over this. Didn’t they have anything else to do? Widening her eyes, her waving froze and she sat there still as if she hoped he might not have actually just seen her sitting under a table. It wasn’t to be though, he’d not only seen her but he spoke.
‘I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady....’
Her pert little mouth opened forming an ‘o’ and she blinked her eyes up at him. What was she going to do now? Would her uncle give her away? Darting a glance at him, she had her answer. The traitor not only gave Lord Nikos her actual name but he also gave away her details. The man was a master informer and yet he had about as much sense as that one-eyed rooster who crowed at dusk rather than dawn.
‘... If she deigns to get to her feet... my niece the Lady Evangelina, eldest daughter of my brother Lord Konstanos.’
The tablecloth flicked backward leaving her in a rather ridiculous sort of conundrum. The pint-sized Leventi’s lips pursed in a frown at the traitor and crawled out from under the table. It was too late to change horses in the middle of the river. She was going to have to stick this ridiculousness out.
“I suppose you don’t collect rocks either…” Evangelina directed to Lord Nikos, her voice taking on an entirely different, dispassionate tone about it this time. She frowned at the man that lit up her dreams. Up close he was just as devastatingly handsome as she’d imagined. The Gods had done good. Her heart was racing and she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks at her nearness to him.
I will not be embarrassed. I will not be embarrassed. I will not be…
Raising up to her full height, it was obvious she was still rather small for her age. She jutted her chin stubbornly anyway. The once intricately braided hair was now sticking in every direction more like the wild mane of one of their horses rather than a Leventi girl. Her face was still the sharp angles of youth but help promise to be striking as she matured…. Well, if one looked beneath the dirt streaks across her cheek and temple.
Resting her hands lightly on the table she’d just climbed out from under, she glanced at the vendor and then back to her uncle. A wicked little idea forming in her mind. He’d called her out and given Lord Nikos her name…
“Uncle Fotios? Father says you are a man of impeccable tastes, but everyone says that Condos wines' the best… Why are you drinking wine that’s not Condos wine?” Tilting her head, she stared at her uncle with innocence and bit the inside of her cheek before darting a glance at Nikos only to settle back to her uncle. Standing on her tip toes, she tried to look down into his glass to see how much he’d drank. “How is it? May I have some?” She could just imagine the ways she’d pay for this later but right now, she was an almost-woman scorned.
She knew exactly what she was doing to her uncle and there was a slight thrill to knowing she managed to annoy him, even if it was at her own expense. Most of the time he acted like she was just another afterthought. Maybe she had been born with the right parts to be awarded his approval but she would make sure he could pick her out of similarly aged girls.
Evangelina almost smiled as he took the dirty, sticky rock from her. At least he had not figured out her real reasons for being under this particular table like some sort of heathen creature pulled from the places of the world unknown. That almost smile faded as quickly as it almost appeared at the sound of footsteps and then feet sticking just far enough under the table to see that she and her uncle had been joined.
‘Lord Fotios.’
Her dark eyes closed and the air in her body left her. She sat so still for fear that if she moved he’d know she was there. She’d entirely forgotten about her uncle standing there.
‘I've not yet had the pleasure of meeting your brother this fine day. If I myself am not granted the opportunity, please send Lord Georgios my thanks for the invitation, the festivities have been wonderful.’
Opening her eyes, she sent a quick pleading look to her uncle. Send him away… Get him out of here! Please…. Desperation and confirmation of her uncle’s suspicions shining through her gaze. She mouthed the words to her Fotios and added a small wave of her hand motion as if she was waving the intruder away herself.
It was then during a mid-wave that she came eye to eye with the very man who’d sent her hurling under the table to begin with. She’d just bet the Gods were having a fantastic laugh at her expense over this. Didn’t they have anything else to do? Widening her eyes, her waving froze and she sat there still as if she hoped he might not have actually just seen her sitting under a table. It wasn’t to be though, he’d not only seen her but he spoke.
‘I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady....’
Her pert little mouth opened forming an ‘o’ and she blinked her eyes up at him. What was she going to do now? Would her uncle give her away? Darting a glance at him, she had her answer. The traitor not only gave Lord Nikos her actual name but he also gave away her details. The man was a master informer and yet he had about as much sense as that one-eyed rooster who crowed at dusk rather than dawn.
‘... If she deigns to get to her feet... my niece the Lady Evangelina, eldest daughter of my brother Lord Konstanos.’
The tablecloth flicked backward leaving her in a rather ridiculous sort of conundrum. The pint-sized Leventi’s lips pursed in a frown at the traitor and crawled out from under the table. It was too late to change horses in the middle of the river. She was going to have to stick this ridiculousness out.
“I suppose you don’t collect rocks either…” Evangelina directed to Lord Nikos, her voice taking on an entirely different, dispassionate tone about it this time. She frowned at the man that lit up her dreams. Up close he was just as devastatingly handsome as she’d imagined. The Gods had done good. Her heart was racing and she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks at her nearness to him.
I will not be embarrassed. I will not be embarrassed. I will not be…
Raising up to her full height, it was obvious she was still rather small for her age. She jutted her chin stubbornly anyway. The once intricately braided hair was now sticking in every direction more like the wild mane of one of their horses rather than a Leventi girl. Her face was still the sharp angles of youth but help promise to be striking as she matured…. Well, if one looked beneath the dirt streaks across her cheek and temple.
Resting her hands lightly on the table she’d just climbed out from under, she glanced at the vendor and then back to her uncle. A wicked little idea forming in her mind. He’d called her out and given Lord Nikos her name…
“Uncle Fotios? Father says you are a man of impeccable tastes, but everyone says that Condos wines' the best… Why are you drinking wine that’s not Condos wine?” Tilting her head, she stared at her uncle with innocence and bit the inside of her cheek before darting a glance at Nikos only to settle back to her uncle. Standing on her tip toes, she tried to look down into his glass to see how much he’d drank. “How is it? May I have some?” She could just imagine the ways she’d pay for this later but right now, she was an almost-woman scorned.
Achilleas had the good grace not to contradict the Lady Evelli in her words, just giving light shrug and letting the conversation move on. He had learnt his lesson about being urged into things by Leventi ladies and had ended with a bloody nose for his troubles last time, so there was no danger of him changing his mind.
With no such reservations of making some sport of betting on the race though, his next question fell easily, but before the Lady could answer, they were joined by her daughters, and Achilleas found himself surrounded by beautiful Leventi girls. It was hardly a hardship, and he returned the girl’s greetings with a warm smile, bowing his head first to Olympia, then Selene and then settling his gaze finally on Theodora, who his gaze lingered on a little longer, before he realised it and glanced away before clearing his throat.
“Good day to you all. You are all looking lovely and putting everyone else to shame.” It was no falsity, for they were all uncommonly fair, and it was no hardship for the young Lord Mikaelidas to be in such company. He turned to Olympia and took her in, for she too had grown some since he had last seen her. “ The pleasure is mine, Lady Olympia. It has been far too long since I have had the privilege of your company”. Theodora’s echo of her mother’s earlier question had Achilleas raise his brows but the Lady Evelli answered for him, He could not help but glance at the girl who had asked though, and his thoughts too turned toward his last demonstration of equine mastery in front of Theodora. It made him shift a little uncomfortably, and so when the girl’s mother spoke on, Achilleas blinked and looked especially interested. Until that was, he caught the thread of what she was saying and then there was a momentary look of disquiet as he realised Theodora was being deliberately left in his company.
“Oh well, I wouldn’t presume to draw Lady Theodora away from..” His words were lost though, as the Lady Evelli was already hustling Olympia and Selene away and the Lord Mikaelidas pressed his lips together. This was not what he had intended.
“I’m sorry” Achilleas offered. “I didn’t invite that..or at least I don’t think i did” He glanced toward the retreating Lady Evelli,a bemused expression upon his face. And then he looked back to Theodora. “ I don’t need an escort anyway, so don’t feel obliged”
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Achilleas had the good grace not to contradict the Lady Evelli in her words, just giving light shrug and letting the conversation move on. He had learnt his lesson about being urged into things by Leventi ladies and had ended with a bloody nose for his troubles last time, so there was no danger of him changing his mind.
With no such reservations of making some sport of betting on the race though, his next question fell easily, but before the Lady could answer, they were joined by her daughters, and Achilleas found himself surrounded by beautiful Leventi girls. It was hardly a hardship, and he returned the girl’s greetings with a warm smile, bowing his head first to Olympia, then Selene and then settling his gaze finally on Theodora, who his gaze lingered on a little longer, before he realised it and glanced away before clearing his throat.
“Good day to you all. You are all looking lovely and putting everyone else to shame.” It was no falsity, for they were all uncommonly fair, and it was no hardship for the young Lord Mikaelidas to be in such company. He turned to Olympia and took her in, for she too had grown some since he had last seen her. “ The pleasure is mine, Lady Olympia. It has been far too long since I have had the privilege of your company”. Theodora’s echo of her mother’s earlier question had Achilleas raise his brows but the Lady Evelli answered for him, He could not help but glance at the girl who had asked though, and his thoughts too turned toward his last demonstration of equine mastery in front of Theodora. It made him shift a little uncomfortably, and so when the girl’s mother spoke on, Achilleas blinked and looked especially interested. Until that was, he caught the thread of what she was saying and then there was a momentary look of disquiet as he realised Theodora was being deliberately left in his company.
“Oh well, I wouldn’t presume to draw Lady Theodora away from..” His words were lost though, as the Lady Evelli was already hustling Olympia and Selene away and the Lord Mikaelidas pressed his lips together. This was not what he had intended.
“I’m sorry” Achilleas offered. “I didn’t invite that..or at least I don’t think i did” He glanced toward the retreating Lady Evelli,a bemused expression upon his face. And then he looked back to Theodora. “ I don’t need an escort anyway, so don’t feel obliged”
Achilleas had the good grace not to contradict the Lady Evelli in her words, just giving light shrug and letting the conversation move on. He had learnt his lesson about being urged into things by Leventi ladies and had ended with a bloody nose for his troubles last time, so there was no danger of him changing his mind.
With no such reservations of making some sport of betting on the race though, his next question fell easily, but before the Lady could answer, they were joined by her daughters, and Achilleas found himself surrounded by beautiful Leventi girls. It was hardly a hardship, and he returned the girl’s greetings with a warm smile, bowing his head first to Olympia, then Selene and then settling his gaze finally on Theodora, who his gaze lingered on a little longer, before he realised it and glanced away before clearing his throat.
“Good day to you all. You are all looking lovely and putting everyone else to shame.” It was no falsity, for they were all uncommonly fair, and it was no hardship for the young Lord Mikaelidas to be in such company. He turned to Olympia and took her in, for she too had grown some since he had last seen her. “ The pleasure is mine, Lady Olympia. It has been far too long since I have had the privilege of your company”. Theodora’s echo of her mother’s earlier question had Achilleas raise his brows but the Lady Evelli answered for him, He could not help but glance at the girl who had asked though, and his thoughts too turned toward his last demonstration of equine mastery in front of Theodora. It made him shift a little uncomfortably, and so when the girl’s mother spoke on, Achilleas blinked and looked especially interested. Until that was, he caught the thread of what she was saying and then there was a momentary look of disquiet as he realised Theodora was being deliberately left in his company.
“Oh well, I wouldn’t presume to draw Lady Theodora away from..” His words were lost though, as the Lady Evelli was already hustling Olympia and Selene away and the Lord Mikaelidas pressed his lips together. This was not what he had intended.
“I’m sorry” Achilleas offered. “I didn’t invite that..or at least I don’t think i did” He glanced toward the retreating Lady Evelli,a bemused expression upon his face. And then he looked back to Theodora. “ I don’t need an escort anyway, so don’t feel obliged”
Theodora offered her mother a warm smile upon the kiss on her cheek. Though it took no genius to see what might harbor her mother's thoughts, Theodora did not let it show.
There was several things Theodora could have said about Achilleas not taking part in the race, but it seemed as if her mother would not allow her the chance to speak so freely ― or do much else for that matter. Instead, Theodora found herself urged forward by her mother. Had it not been for the poised grace taught since she was but a wee babe, Theodora might have allowed her expression to falter.
"Of course not, mama." She responded dutifully, not at all unaware of how it seemed to affect the lord. His protest seemed to fall upon deaf ears as her mother, alongside her sisters, seemed to make a rather quick escape.
Turning her attention back towards Achilleas, Theodora raised her eyebrows at him. "Very well then, my lord." She responded without missing a beat. "If that's what the lord wishes, then that's how it'll be." Bowing her head, Theodora took a step away, brown eyes immediately scanning the crowd behind him.
While she didn't think he'd loathe her company, she wasn't about to stay if he made such a deal about it. Besides, it offered the perfect opportunity for Theodora to go off on her own, without either of her parents making too much of a fuss over it. "I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the festivities, my lord." She added before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Achilleas to his own mercy.
Perhaps Krysto was hiding somewhere in the crowd.
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Theodora offered her mother a warm smile upon the kiss on her cheek. Though it took no genius to see what might harbor her mother's thoughts, Theodora did not let it show.
There was several things Theodora could have said about Achilleas not taking part in the race, but it seemed as if her mother would not allow her the chance to speak so freely ― or do much else for that matter. Instead, Theodora found herself urged forward by her mother. Had it not been for the poised grace taught since she was but a wee babe, Theodora might have allowed her expression to falter.
"Of course not, mama." She responded dutifully, not at all unaware of how it seemed to affect the lord. His protest seemed to fall upon deaf ears as her mother, alongside her sisters, seemed to make a rather quick escape.
Turning her attention back towards Achilleas, Theodora raised her eyebrows at him. "Very well then, my lord." She responded without missing a beat. "If that's what the lord wishes, then that's how it'll be." Bowing her head, Theodora took a step away, brown eyes immediately scanning the crowd behind him.
While she didn't think he'd loathe her company, she wasn't about to stay if he made such a deal about it. Besides, it offered the perfect opportunity for Theodora to go off on her own, without either of her parents making too much of a fuss over it. "I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the festivities, my lord." She added before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Achilleas to his own mercy.
Perhaps Krysto was hiding somewhere in the crowd.
Theodora offered her mother a warm smile upon the kiss on her cheek. Though it took no genius to see what might harbor her mother's thoughts, Theodora did not let it show.
There was several things Theodora could have said about Achilleas not taking part in the race, but it seemed as if her mother would not allow her the chance to speak so freely ― or do much else for that matter. Instead, Theodora found herself urged forward by her mother. Had it not been for the poised grace taught since she was but a wee babe, Theodora might have allowed her expression to falter.
"Of course not, mama." She responded dutifully, not at all unaware of how it seemed to affect the lord. His protest seemed to fall upon deaf ears as her mother, alongside her sisters, seemed to make a rather quick escape.
Turning her attention back towards Achilleas, Theodora raised her eyebrows at him. "Very well then, my lord." She responded without missing a beat. "If that's what the lord wishes, then that's how it'll be." Bowing her head, Theodora took a step away, brown eyes immediately scanning the crowd behind him.
While she didn't think he'd loathe her company, she wasn't about to stay if he made such a deal about it. Besides, it offered the perfect opportunity for Theodora to go off on her own, without either of her parents making too much of a fuss over it. "I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the festivities, my lord." She added before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Achilleas to his own mercy.
Perhaps Krysto was hiding somewhere in the crowd.
Lord Fotios aided the young Evangelina in getting to her feet, one hand poised at her elbow to make sure she at least kept her balance getting up from the floor. At least he could lend a hand in ensuring that she rose with some kind of grace, despite the situation calling for her lack of dignity.
Whilst the young Evangelina might have wished for Fotios to have blanched or hidden her identity - made some excuse that allowed her to escape - such thinking was that of a young child. There was no sense in deceit or subterfuge when the royal families mixed so regularly. He might not have thought much of the Condos brood but he could admit that they were no idiots. The next time Evangelina was at an event and Nikos spotted her he would know any fiction Fotios came up with now to be a lie. And secrets promoted an idea of weakness.
When the young girl attempted to turn the situation in her favour, foolishly deciding to turn the tables on her uncle and offering an opportunity for embarrassment to another member of her family (not a smart move, but then she was young), Fotios' eyes brightened a little. She could aim to turn the situation all she liked but she was attempting to do battle with someone who far outstripped her in intelligence, gender and - most importantly - experience. The little girl was not ready to take on her uncle just yet.
Having no qualms whatsoever about the Condos lord knowing his preference for beverages - for there was no love lost between the two families on a well-known and public level, Fotios simply lifted his cup to his lips with deliberate intent and sipped from the rim.
"As you say, Evangelina." He commented, his words directed at his niece but his eyes on Lord Nikos. "I am a man of fine taste..."
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Lord Fotios aided the young Evangelina in getting to her feet, one hand poised at her elbow to make sure she at least kept her balance getting up from the floor. At least he could lend a hand in ensuring that she rose with some kind of grace, despite the situation calling for her lack of dignity.
Whilst the young Evangelina might have wished for Fotios to have blanched or hidden her identity - made some excuse that allowed her to escape - such thinking was that of a young child. There was no sense in deceit or subterfuge when the royal families mixed so regularly. He might not have thought much of the Condos brood but he could admit that they were no idiots. The next time Evangelina was at an event and Nikos spotted her he would know any fiction Fotios came up with now to be a lie. And secrets promoted an idea of weakness.
When the young girl attempted to turn the situation in her favour, foolishly deciding to turn the tables on her uncle and offering an opportunity for embarrassment to another member of her family (not a smart move, but then she was young), Fotios' eyes brightened a little. She could aim to turn the situation all she liked but she was attempting to do battle with someone who far outstripped her in intelligence, gender and - most importantly - experience. The little girl was not ready to take on her uncle just yet.
Having no qualms whatsoever about the Condos lord knowing his preference for beverages - for there was no love lost between the two families on a well-known and public level, Fotios simply lifted his cup to his lips with deliberate intent and sipped from the rim.
"As you say, Evangelina." He commented, his words directed at his niece but his eyes on Lord Nikos. "I am a man of fine taste..."
Lord Fotios aided the young Evangelina in getting to her feet, one hand poised at her elbow to make sure she at least kept her balance getting up from the floor. At least he could lend a hand in ensuring that she rose with some kind of grace, despite the situation calling for her lack of dignity.
Whilst the young Evangelina might have wished for Fotios to have blanched or hidden her identity - made some excuse that allowed her to escape - such thinking was that of a young child. There was no sense in deceit or subterfuge when the royal families mixed so regularly. He might not have thought much of the Condos brood but he could admit that they were no idiots. The next time Evangelina was at an event and Nikos spotted her he would know any fiction Fotios came up with now to be a lie. And secrets promoted an idea of weakness.
When the young girl attempted to turn the situation in her favour, foolishly deciding to turn the tables on her uncle and offering an opportunity for embarrassment to another member of her family (not a smart move, but then she was young), Fotios' eyes brightened a little. She could aim to turn the situation all she liked but she was attempting to do battle with someone who far outstripped her in intelligence, gender and - most importantly - experience. The little girl was not ready to take on her uncle just yet.
Having no qualms whatsoever about the Condos lord knowing his preference for beverages - for there was no love lost between the two families on a well-known and public level, Fotios simply lifted his cup to his lips with deliberate intent and sipped from the rim.
"As you say, Evangelina." He commented, his words directed at his niece but his eyes on Lord Nikos. "I am a man of fine taste..."
A brief chuckle escaped the young lord's lips as the girl - Lady Evangelina, as she had been introduced - clambered to her feet with the assistance of her uncle. Nikos allowed his hand to drop to his side as he, too, rose to a stand, with the dame apparently being either too headstrong or too embarrassed to allow him to help her up from her position on all four limbs to the more conventional two. In the full light of day, the girl's visage became much more angular and flushed, no longer obscured by the blanket that cast her features into darkness. She appeared to be ten, maybe eleven years of age, her body lacking the more obvious curves of maturity in a woman, and her voice was still airy and high-pitched. Certainly no woman, but perhaps in a few years....
Nikos waited for the girl to get settled back on her feet before responding to her inquiry about his own stone collecting habits. "I'm afraid I haven't amassed much of a rock collection," he began, allowing himself to take the time to really examine the girl up-close now that he had the opportunity to do so. She was petite, even for a child. The dirt that streaked her face and clothes, in addition to the messy remains of her braided hair, certainly stood as testament to her maturity. Perhaps he had overestimated her age? Maybe closer to eight with social etiquette as such.
Nikos tore his eyes from the girl and gave the ground a quick scan before coming upon a smaller, less intriguing pebble than that of Evangelina's felid-shaped rock that lay buried in the dirt near his feet. He scooped the little oblong hunk of gravel off the ground, blowing the earth from its surface before depositing the stone in his own bag. "but surely it's never too late to start," he concluded with a wink in the girl's direction. Of course, he knew the question had not been genuine, but Nikos was never one to pass up any chance at a jest and a flirt, especially not one at another's expense.
The girl, too, seemed to not be afraid of making her own jabs, and at her family no less, for her eyes glinted with mischievous light as she made the contents of her uncle's chalice known to the young lord. Nikos suppressed a smile; it was no secret that the Leventi family avoided Condos wines like the plague, just as his family imported horses from elsewhere. The trade war between the two families were a silent battle, known in both public and private circles but simply not broadcast with the same intensity as a conflict in the physical realm. He listened with intent as Fotios manipulated Evangelina's comments into a prod of his own, reciprocating the man's silent intensity through meeting his eye contact. "If what you say is true, it would appear to me, then, that opposites attract," Nikos replied with a knowing glance down at the wine before allowing his gaze to return to the older man.
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A brief chuckle escaped the young lord's lips as the girl - Lady Evangelina, as she had been introduced - clambered to her feet with the assistance of her uncle. Nikos allowed his hand to drop to his side as he, too, rose to a stand, with the dame apparently being either too headstrong or too embarrassed to allow him to help her up from her position on all four limbs to the more conventional two. In the full light of day, the girl's visage became much more angular and flushed, no longer obscured by the blanket that cast her features into darkness. She appeared to be ten, maybe eleven years of age, her body lacking the more obvious curves of maturity in a woman, and her voice was still airy and high-pitched. Certainly no woman, but perhaps in a few years....
Nikos waited for the girl to get settled back on her feet before responding to her inquiry about his own stone collecting habits. "I'm afraid I haven't amassed much of a rock collection," he began, allowing himself to take the time to really examine the girl up-close now that he had the opportunity to do so. She was petite, even for a child. The dirt that streaked her face and clothes, in addition to the messy remains of her braided hair, certainly stood as testament to her maturity. Perhaps he had overestimated her age? Maybe closer to eight with social etiquette as such.
Nikos tore his eyes from the girl and gave the ground a quick scan before coming upon a smaller, less intriguing pebble than that of Evangelina's felid-shaped rock that lay buried in the dirt near his feet. He scooped the little oblong hunk of gravel off the ground, blowing the earth from its surface before depositing the stone in his own bag. "but surely it's never too late to start," he concluded with a wink in the girl's direction. Of course, he knew the question had not been genuine, but Nikos was never one to pass up any chance at a jest and a flirt, especially not one at another's expense.
The girl, too, seemed to not be afraid of making her own jabs, and at her family no less, for her eyes glinted with mischievous light as she made the contents of her uncle's chalice known to the young lord. Nikos suppressed a smile; it was no secret that the Leventi family avoided Condos wines like the plague, just as his family imported horses from elsewhere. The trade war between the two families were a silent battle, known in both public and private circles but simply not broadcast with the same intensity as a conflict in the physical realm. He listened with intent as Fotios manipulated Evangelina's comments into a prod of his own, reciprocating the man's silent intensity through meeting his eye contact. "If what you say is true, it would appear to me, then, that opposites attract," Nikos replied with a knowing glance down at the wine before allowing his gaze to return to the older man.
A brief chuckle escaped the young lord's lips as the girl - Lady Evangelina, as she had been introduced - clambered to her feet with the assistance of her uncle. Nikos allowed his hand to drop to his side as he, too, rose to a stand, with the dame apparently being either too headstrong or too embarrassed to allow him to help her up from her position on all four limbs to the more conventional two. In the full light of day, the girl's visage became much more angular and flushed, no longer obscured by the blanket that cast her features into darkness. She appeared to be ten, maybe eleven years of age, her body lacking the more obvious curves of maturity in a woman, and her voice was still airy and high-pitched. Certainly no woman, but perhaps in a few years....
Nikos waited for the girl to get settled back on her feet before responding to her inquiry about his own stone collecting habits. "I'm afraid I haven't amassed much of a rock collection," he began, allowing himself to take the time to really examine the girl up-close now that he had the opportunity to do so. She was petite, even for a child. The dirt that streaked her face and clothes, in addition to the messy remains of her braided hair, certainly stood as testament to her maturity. Perhaps he had overestimated her age? Maybe closer to eight with social etiquette as such.
Nikos tore his eyes from the girl and gave the ground a quick scan before coming upon a smaller, less intriguing pebble than that of Evangelina's felid-shaped rock that lay buried in the dirt near his feet. He scooped the little oblong hunk of gravel off the ground, blowing the earth from its surface before depositing the stone in his own bag. "but surely it's never too late to start," he concluded with a wink in the girl's direction. Of course, he knew the question had not been genuine, but Nikos was never one to pass up any chance at a jest and a flirt, especially not one at another's expense.
The girl, too, seemed to not be afraid of making her own jabs, and at her family no less, for her eyes glinted with mischievous light as she made the contents of her uncle's chalice known to the young lord. Nikos suppressed a smile; it was no secret that the Leventi family avoided Condos wines like the plague, just as his family imported horses from elsewhere. The trade war between the two families were a silent battle, known in both public and private circles but simply not broadcast with the same intensity as a conflict in the physical realm. He listened with intent as Fotios manipulated Evangelina's comments into a prod of his own, reciprocating the man's silent intensity through meeting his eye contact. "If what you say is true, it would appear to me, then, that opposites attract," Nikos replied with a knowing glance down at the wine before allowing his gaze to return to the older man.
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Color brightened her cheeks as Lord Nikos admitted he hadn’t amassed much of a rock collection. That rock collection bit was going to haunt her she could see. Stealing a glance at her uncle, before she cleared her throat sheepishly and looked back to Lord Nikos.
His attention had diverted to the ground before he dug up a smaller rock. Evangelina’s mind might have been young but she’d picked up a couple less than polite curses hanging around the stables. One of those curses echoed in her mind as he dropped it into his bag.
‘But surely it's never too late to start.’ Followed by a wink. He winked at her. She bit her bottom lip and stared up at him just a little starstruck at that moment with the rival lord. At that very moment, he made her feel special. It was like she was seen. She wasn’t just another one of the hoard of Leventi girls lurking around this event. It made her heart beat a little faster, and her cheeks to go from a flushed rosiness to a scarlet.
The pint-sized Leventi’s mouth opened but she didn’t know what to say at that moment. Can I be your wife? That wasn’t the right thing to say. She wasn’t ready to be married. I am madly in love with you. How about… You’re handsome. No. That wasn’t right either. Her thin eyebrows came together and she closed her mouth.
It was easier to offer a bit of prickliness to her uncle instead of trying to converse with Nikos. The way her uncle’s eyes brightened was the exact opposite then what she’d been hoping for. An inaudible sniff of indignance was given and she tore her gaze away from her uncle. He spoke but he wasn’t actually speaking to her.
Her dark, doe-eyes darted back and forth between Nikos and Fotios and not missing much at all as Nikos threw his own barb at her uncle. Using this to her advantage, she slowly started easing away from the two of them. Pretending to look at the different wines being offered, venturing a glance at Nikos and her uncle every now and then. If they’d get interested in one another enough, she might could be rid of both of them and be back on her merry little way. It wasn’t hard for a girl her size to disappear like smoke in these kinds of events. She’d learned that pretty early. Yet, she couldn’t quite pull herself too far away because Lord Nikos drew her like a bug to a flame.
She wanted to know what was being said… just not exactly sure she wanted to be part of the conversation or… expected to partake in the conversation. Words weren’t easy with Nikos standing there. What if he thought she was simple? What if she said the wrong thing? What could she say to make the best impression?
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Color brightened her cheeks as Lord Nikos admitted he hadn’t amassed much of a rock collection. That rock collection bit was going to haunt her she could see. Stealing a glance at her uncle, before she cleared her throat sheepishly and looked back to Lord Nikos.
His attention had diverted to the ground before he dug up a smaller rock. Evangelina’s mind might have been young but she’d picked up a couple less than polite curses hanging around the stables. One of those curses echoed in her mind as he dropped it into his bag.
‘But surely it's never too late to start.’ Followed by a wink. He winked at her. She bit her bottom lip and stared up at him just a little starstruck at that moment with the rival lord. At that very moment, he made her feel special. It was like she was seen. She wasn’t just another one of the hoard of Leventi girls lurking around this event. It made her heart beat a little faster, and her cheeks to go from a flushed rosiness to a scarlet.
The pint-sized Leventi’s mouth opened but she didn’t know what to say at that moment. Can I be your wife? That wasn’t the right thing to say. She wasn’t ready to be married. I am madly in love with you. How about… You’re handsome. No. That wasn’t right either. Her thin eyebrows came together and she closed her mouth.
It was easier to offer a bit of prickliness to her uncle instead of trying to converse with Nikos. The way her uncle’s eyes brightened was the exact opposite then what she’d been hoping for. An inaudible sniff of indignance was given and she tore her gaze away from her uncle. He spoke but he wasn’t actually speaking to her.
Her dark, doe-eyes darted back and forth between Nikos and Fotios and not missing much at all as Nikos threw his own barb at her uncle. Using this to her advantage, she slowly started easing away from the two of them. Pretending to look at the different wines being offered, venturing a glance at Nikos and her uncle every now and then. If they’d get interested in one another enough, she might could be rid of both of them and be back on her merry little way. It wasn’t hard for a girl her size to disappear like smoke in these kinds of events. She’d learned that pretty early. Yet, she couldn’t quite pull herself too far away because Lord Nikos drew her like a bug to a flame.
She wanted to know what was being said… just not exactly sure she wanted to be part of the conversation or… expected to partake in the conversation. Words weren’t easy with Nikos standing there. What if he thought she was simple? What if she said the wrong thing? What could she say to make the best impression?
Lord Fotios, Lord Nikos, and Evie
Color brightened her cheeks as Lord Nikos admitted he hadn’t amassed much of a rock collection. That rock collection bit was going to haunt her she could see. Stealing a glance at her uncle, before she cleared her throat sheepishly and looked back to Lord Nikos.
His attention had diverted to the ground before he dug up a smaller rock. Evangelina’s mind might have been young but she’d picked up a couple less than polite curses hanging around the stables. One of those curses echoed in her mind as he dropped it into his bag.
‘But surely it's never too late to start.’ Followed by a wink. He winked at her. She bit her bottom lip and stared up at him just a little starstruck at that moment with the rival lord. At that very moment, he made her feel special. It was like she was seen. She wasn’t just another one of the hoard of Leventi girls lurking around this event. It made her heart beat a little faster, and her cheeks to go from a flushed rosiness to a scarlet.
The pint-sized Leventi’s mouth opened but she didn’t know what to say at that moment. Can I be your wife? That wasn’t the right thing to say. She wasn’t ready to be married. I am madly in love with you. How about… You’re handsome. No. That wasn’t right either. Her thin eyebrows came together and she closed her mouth.
It was easier to offer a bit of prickliness to her uncle instead of trying to converse with Nikos. The way her uncle’s eyes brightened was the exact opposite then what she’d been hoping for. An inaudible sniff of indignance was given and she tore her gaze away from her uncle. He spoke but he wasn’t actually speaking to her.
Her dark, doe-eyes darted back and forth between Nikos and Fotios and not missing much at all as Nikos threw his own barb at her uncle. Using this to her advantage, she slowly started easing away from the two of them. Pretending to look at the different wines being offered, venturing a glance at Nikos and her uncle every now and then. If they’d get interested in one another enough, she might could be rid of both of them and be back on her merry little way. It wasn’t hard for a girl her size to disappear like smoke in these kinds of events. She’d learned that pretty early. Yet, she couldn’t quite pull herself too far away because Lord Nikos drew her like a bug to a flame.
She wanted to know what was being said… just not exactly sure she wanted to be part of the conversation or… expected to partake in the conversation. Words weren’t easy with Nikos standing there. What if he thought she was simple? What if she said the wrong thing? What could she say to make the best impression?
Achilleas didn’t think he had meant for Theodora to take him so literally. He had wanted to ascertain that she didn’t have to stay, that the rather awkward manoeuvring of her mother did not have to be observed, but when the young woman seemed only too happy to take him at his word, he was almost offended.
"..Oh" he frowned at her ready agreement, thinking he had tripped himself up in is urgency to not appear interested. “Well..yes. Of course. You enjoy your afternoon too.” And with barely a moment’s hesitation, the Leventi girl had melted away into the crowds and Achilleas was left gazing after her, a perplexed expression upon his face.
With a sigh, he glanced down into his dwindling cup of wine, and with an imperious wave of his hand, beckoned a server over to refill it. Now he was left on his own, and as he took a sip of the wine - which had less water than he might of liked - he let his gaze drift around as he pondered his next move.
He felt strangely deflated by how easily Theodora had abandoned him, irked almost. For much as he had told himself that he had not been seeking her out, the Mikaelidas Lord found himself suddenly disinterested in the rest of the day’s promise. He would have to spend it speaking to all of the various barons and Lords in attendance, a duty he did not usually take issue with, were it not for the fact it seemed so much more tedious than time spent with Theodora of Leventi..
Achilleas scoffed at himself, and had taken half a step in the direction of Fotios of Leventi and Nikos of Condos who he could see some way off when a familiar face came into his eyeline. One who offered promise of better company at least.
“Stephanos!” He hailed his cousin, lifting a hand so the man might see him from the distance he was at, and began to thread his way toward the Prince, grateful for the man’s timely arrival at least. Stephanos could be a little wild, it was true, but if he were to spend the rest of the afternoon here, it would at least be more entertaining in his company than making smalltalk with other senators in attendance.
When he drew level with the fair-haired prince, Achilleas drew his cousin into a brief embrace. “I did not know you planned to attend” he said as he stepped back. “Is Zach here too? We might have travelled together if I’d known.”
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Achilleas didn’t think he had meant for Theodora to take him so literally. He had wanted to ascertain that she didn’t have to stay, that the rather awkward manoeuvring of her mother did not have to be observed, but when the young woman seemed only too happy to take him at his word, he was almost offended.
"..Oh" he frowned at her ready agreement, thinking he had tripped himself up in is urgency to not appear interested. “Well..yes. Of course. You enjoy your afternoon too.” And with barely a moment’s hesitation, the Leventi girl had melted away into the crowds and Achilleas was left gazing after her, a perplexed expression upon his face.
With a sigh, he glanced down into his dwindling cup of wine, and with an imperious wave of his hand, beckoned a server over to refill it. Now he was left on his own, and as he took a sip of the wine - which had less water than he might of liked - he let his gaze drift around as he pondered his next move.
He felt strangely deflated by how easily Theodora had abandoned him, irked almost. For much as he had told himself that he had not been seeking her out, the Mikaelidas Lord found himself suddenly disinterested in the rest of the day’s promise. He would have to spend it speaking to all of the various barons and Lords in attendance, a duty he did not usually take issue with, were it not for the fact it seemed so much more tedious than time spent with Theodora of Leventi..
Achilleas scoffed at himself, and had taken half a step in the direction of Fotios of Leventi and Nikos of Condos who he could see some way off when a familiar face came into his eyeline. One who offered promise of better company at least.
“Stephanos!” He hailed his cousin, lifting a hand so the man might see him from the distance he was at, and began to thread his way toward the Prince, grateful for the man’s timely arrival at least. Stephanos could be a little wild, it was true, but if he were to spend the rest of the afternoon here, it would at least be more entertaining in his company than making smalltalk with other senators in attendance.
When he drew level with the fair-haired prince, Achilleas drew his cousin into a brief embrace. “I did not know you planned to attend” he said as he stepped back. “Is Zach here too? We might have travelled together if I’d known.”
Achilleas didn’t think he had meant for Theodora to take him so literally. He had wanted to ascertain that she didn’t have to stay, that the rather awkward manoeuvring of her mother did not have to be observed, but when the young woman seemed only too happy to take him at his word, he was almost offended.
"..Oh" he frowned at her ready agreement, thinking he had tripped himself up in is urgency to not appear interested. “Well..yes. Of course. You enjoy your afternoon too.” And with barely a moment’s hesitation, the Leventi girl had melted away into the crowds and Achilleas was left gazing after her, a perplexed expression upon his face.
With a sigh, he glanced down into his dwindling cup of wine, and with an imperious wave of his hand, beckoned a server over to refill it. Now he was left on his own, and as he took a sip of the wine - which had less water than he might of liked - he let his gaze drift around as he pondered his next move.
He felt strangely deflated by how easily Theodora had abandoned him, irked almost. For much as he had told himself that he had not been seeking her out, the Mikaelidas Lord found himself suddenly disinterested in the rest of the day’s promise. He would have to spend it speaking to all of the various barons and Lords in attendance, a duty he did not usually take issue with, were it not for the fact it seemed so much more tedious than time spent with Theodora of Leventi..
Achilleas scoffed at himself, and had taken half a step in the direction of Fotios of Leventi and Nikos of Condos who he could see some way off when a familiar face came into his eyeline. One who offered promise of better company at least.
“Stephanos!” He hailed his cousin, lifting a hand so the man might see him from the distance he was at, and began to thread his way toward the Prince, grateful for the man’s timely arrival at least. Stephanos could be a little wild, it was true, but if he were to spend the rest of the afternoon here, it would at least be more entertaining in his company than making smalltalk with other senators in attendance.
When he drew level with the fair-haired prince, Achilleas drew his cousin into a brief embrace. “I did not know you planned to attend” he said as he stepped back. “Is Zach here too? We might have travelled together if I’d known.”
He and his brother were just dismounting from their horses as Evelli was asking Achilleas to escort the Leventi girls. Throwing a grin at Zacharias, he was met with the cold indifference he knew would be on his brother’s face, but there was a slight curl to the corners of Zach’s mouth. “I will be seeing about the races,” Zacharias told him and melted into the crowd toward where the race would take place. Stephanos hadn’t decided whether he would enter or not. It depended on which area was more fun - the track or the spectator box.
From here, he could see Achilleas’s mouth moving but not Theodora’s face. However, he laughed at the dumbfounded shock that Achilleas wore as Theodora abruptly turned and moved away. His gaze fell on Olympia, still beside Achilleas for a moment. He knew her by sight but they’d hardly ever spoken and he was a little surprised to see her out. His cousin could go for Theodora for all he cared. They’d had a walk in the gardens and it had been enough to assure him that they were not suited in temperament.
He grinned as his cousin came toward him and opened his arms for the brief hug before playfully shoving Achilleas away. “You’re so good with women,” he teased. “I’m worried there’ll be none left for me after the sea of hearts you’ve broken.” When asked about his brother, he half turned, prepared to point but the crown prince was nowhere in sight. “He’s going to enter the race,” he said distantly. “I don’t know. He’s being a grump today, anyway.”
It was then that his attention was caught by Nikos of Condos. Arching an eyebrow, he gave a half smirk to Achilleas and nudged him. “Young Nikos appears to be collecting some rocks...” He didn’t hate Nikos but he had no love for him either. “What say we give him some more?” The crowd of people were a bit too much for him to see who precisely it was that Nikos was speaking to, but it certainly wasn’t Fotios. The other man’s attention looked to have wandered and Nikos was looking down, anyway.
Bending down to grab a few small pebbles, Stephanos raised back up and held out his hand to Achilleas. Looking the other man dead in the eye, the prince said, “I don’t want to make this an order, but we’re going to pelt Nikos with stones. It’s the only way forward, Achilleas.” He spoke like they were about to go to battle - a solemn place he’d already been a few times. “Now hold out your palm, soldier.” Once he had Achilleas’s obedience, he dropped his fistful of little rocks into the other’s hand and then bend down for more.
“This way!” he grinned and skirted the perimeter of the stalls, making his way behind where Nikos stood so that the other wouldn’t see where the stones were coming from. Without speaking, he turned and made sharp, jerky gestures for Achilleas to swing around the other way. He then pantomimed them both throwing stones at the same time. Turning back around, he snuck to a vantage point behind a stall where he had a pretty good, and more importantly, unobstructed view of the back of Nikos’s head. From here, he could finally see that Nikos was speaking to one of the little Leventis. Nana or Imma or Eva. Something like that. Or was it Ava? He wasn’t sure. All of them but Selene had their names ending in ‘a’.
Biting his tongue gently between his teeth, he grinned, took aim, and flicked the pebble at the back of Condos’s head. Perfect. Shot. With a stifled laugh, he ducked away out of sight, hoping to the gods that Achilleas would take the opportunity to hit Nikos from another side and draw his attention away.
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He and his brother were just dismounting from their horses as Evelli was asking Achilleas to escort the Leventi girls. Throwing a grin at Zacharias, he was met with the cold indifference he knew would be on his brother’s face, but there was a slight curl to the corners of Zach’s mouth. “I will be seeing about the races,” Zacharias told him and melted into the crowd toward where the race would take place. Stephanos hadn’t decided whether he would enter or not. It depended on which area was more fun - the track or the spectator box.
From here, he could see Achilleas’s mouth moving but not Theodora’s face. However, he laughed at the dumbfounded shock that Achilleas wore as Theodora abruptly turned and moved away. His gaze fell on Olympia, still beside Achilleas for a moment. He knew her by sight but they’d hardly ever spoken and he was a little surprised to see her out. His cousin could go for Theodora for all he cared. They’d had a walk in the gardens and it had been enough to assure him that they were not suited in temperament.
He grinned as his cousin came toward him and opened his arms for the brief hug before playfully shoving Achilleas away. “You’re so good with women,” he teased. “I’m worried there’ll be none left for me after the sea of hearts you’ve broken.” When asked about his brother, he half turned, prepared to point but the crown prince was nowhere in sight. “He’s going to enter the race,” he said distantly. “I don’t know. He’s being a grump today, anyway.”
It was then that his attention was caught by Nikos of Condos. Arching an eyebrow, he gave a half smirk to Achilleas and nudged him. “Young Nikos appears to be collecting some rocks...” He didn’t hate Nikos but he had no love for him either. “What say we give him some more?” The crowd of people were a bit too much for him to see who precisely it was that Nikos was speaking to, but it certainly wasn’t Fotios. The other man’s attention looked to have wandered and Nikos was looking down, anyway.
Bending down to grab a few small pebbles, Stephanos raised back up and held out his hand to Achilleas. Looking the other man dead in the eye, the prince said, “I don’t want to make this an order, but we’re going to pelt Nikos with stones. It’s the only way forward, Achilleas.” He spoke like they were about to go to battle - a solemn place he’d already been a few times. “Now hold out your palm, soldier.” Once he had Achilleas’s obedience, he dropped his fistful of little rocks into the other’s hand and then bend down for more.
“This way!” he grinned and skirted the perimeter of the stalls, making his way behind where Nikos stood so that the other wouldn’t see where the stones were coming from. Without speaking, he turned and made sharp, jerky gestures for Achilleas to swing around the other way. He then pantomimed them both throwing stones at the same time. Turning back around, he snuck to a vantage point behind a stall where he had a pretty good, and more importantly, unobstructed view of the back of Nikos’s head. From here, he could finally see that Nikos was speaking to one of the little Leventis. Nana or Imma or Eva. Something like that. Or was it Ava? He wasn’t sure. All of them but Selene had their names ending in ‘a’.
Biting his tongue gently between his teeth, he grinned, took aim, and flicked the pebble at the back of Condos’s head. Perfect. Shot. With a stifled laugh, he ducked away out of sight, hoping to the gods that Achilleas would take the opportunity to hit Nikos from another side and draw his attention away.
He and his brother were just dismounting from their horses as Evelli was asking Achilleas to escort the Leventi girls. Throwing a grin at Zacharias, he was met with the cold indifference he knew would be on his brother’s face, but there was a slight curl to the corners of Zach’s mouth. “I will be seeing about the races,” Zacharias told him and melted into the crowd toward where the race would take place. Stephanos hadn’t decided whether he would enter or not. It depended on which area was more fun - the track or the spectator box.
From here, he could see Achilleas’s mouth moving but not Theodora’s face. However, he laughed at the dumbfounded shock that Achilleas wore as Theodora abruptly turned and moved away. His gaze fell on Olympia, still beside Achilleas for a moment. He knew her by sight but they’d hardly ever spoken and he was a little surprised to see her out. His cousin could go for Theodora for all he cared. They’d had a walk in the gardens and it had been enough to assure him that they were not suited in temperament.
He grinned as his cousin came toward him and opened his arms for the brief hug before playfully shoving Achilleas away. “You’re so good with women,” he teased. “I’m worried there’ll be none left for me after the sea of hearts you’ve broken.” When asked about his brother, he half turned, prepared to point but the crown prince was nowhere in sight. “He’s going to enter the race,” he said distantly. “I don’t know. He’s being a grump today, anyway.”
It was then that his attention was caught by Nikos of Condos. Arching an eyebrow, he gave a half smirk to Achilleas and nudged him. “Young Nikos appears to be collecting some rocks...” He didn’t hate Nikos but he had no love for him either. “What say we give him some more?” The crowd of people were a bit too much for him to see who precisely it was that Nikos was speaking to, but it certainly wasn’t Fotios. The other man’s attention looked to have wandered and Nikos was looking down, anyway.
Bending down to grab a few small pebbles, Stephanos raised back up and held out his hand to Achilleas. Looking the other man dead in the eye, the prince said, “I don’t want to make this an order, but we’re going to pelt Nikos with stones. It’s the only way forward, Achilleas.” He spoke like they were about to go to battle - a solemn place he’d already been a few times. “Now hold out your palm, soldier.” Once he had Achilleas’s obedience, he dropped his fistful of little rocks into the other’s hand and then bend down for more.
“This way!” he grinned and skirted the perimeter of the stalls, making his way behind where Nikos stood so that the other wouldn’t see where the stones were coming from. Without speaking, he turned and made sharp, jerky gestures for Achilleas to swing around the other way. He then pantomimed them both throwing stones at the same time. Turning back around, he snuck to a vantage point behind a stall where he had a pretty good, and more importantly, unobstructed view of the back of Nikos’s head. From here, he could finally see that Nikos was speaking to one of the little Leventis. Nana or Imma or Eva. Something like that. Or was it Ava? He wasn’t sure. All of them but Selene had their names ending in ‘a’.
Biting his tongue gently between his teeth, he grinned, took aim, and flicked the pebble at the back of Condos’s head. Perfect. Shot. With a stifled laugh, he ducked away out of sight, hoping to the gods that Achilleas would take the opportunity to hit Nikos from another side and draw his attention away.
Achilleas looked a tad dismayed when he pulled back, his cousin’s words revealing he had not missed the lord’s less than smooth interaction with Lady Theodora. He frowned. “She is an obstinate girl” he said in his defence. “ And anyway, I have no interest in capturing any hearts or breaking them. That’s your speciality”
Indeed, the young prince had quite the reputation, it was said that the Goddess of Love favoured him, and the trail of women he left in his wake lent credence to the rumour. In comparison, Achilleas’ romantic life fell woefully short, a fact neither of the pair of them were naive to, and that Stephanos was never too shy to remark upon.
“Are you racing?” Achilleas asked, changing the subject, but Steph had already been distracted by something else, and the Lord Mikaelidas stared at where his cousin elbowed him, mildly exasperated. “What?”
Following his cousin’s gaze, one dark brow climbed at the prince’s suggestion and Achilleas bit back a sigh. This had all the makings of one of his cousin’s less than stellar ideas that would likely end in disaster. He looked skeptically at the hand that Steph extended toward him, and with a resigned sort of feeling in his gut, put out his own palm to collect the shower of stones.Technically, if Steph made it an order, he was honour bound to obey, and therefore anything that followed could not be classed as his fault, the lord reasoned. It was a flimsy rationale, he knew. "Really?" he began doubtfully.
The stones were gravel really, tiny pebbles that would be little more than a sting if they impacted, and Achilleas glanced over towards where Lord Nikos stood. The first halting warning was just starting to spill past his lips when his cousin sensed it and moved off, and Achilleas blew out a breath and followed, wine in one hand, the other filled with shrapnel to hurl at their unsuspecting fellow. It did not take long for the pair of them to circle around so they stood behind the Condos heir, and Achilleas shook his head at his cousin’s game of charades. Still, there was a suspect twitch at the corner of his mouth that might have been a smirk as he complied with the mimed instruction, and shifted in the opposite direction.
Achilleas took up his vantage point and attempted to look innocuous, taking a sip from his cup and watching over the rim as Stephanos took his shot. He tried very hard not to think about all the things that could go wrong with this sport, not least of all missing and hitting the Lord Leventi or Ares forbid it, the young girl Nikos spoke with. But it was too late now, for the Taengean prince had made his mark it would seem. And when the targeted Lord turned to see what had assailed him, the Baron of Euttica - in a most unbaronly manner - curled back his wrist and launched a second stone at the Condos heir. It was more amusing than he thought it might be, and Achilleas was grinning widely when he turned away, attempted to blend with the crowd.
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Achilleas looked a tad dismayed when he pulled back, his cousin’s words revealing he had not missed the lord’s less than smooth interaction with Lady Theodora. He frowned. “She is an obstinate girl” he said in his defence. “ And anyway, I have no interest in capturing any hearts or breaking them. That’s your speciality”
Indeed, the young prince had quite the reputation, it was said that the Goddess of Love favoured him, and the trail of women he left in his wake lent credence to the rumour. In comparison, Achilleas’ romantic life fell woefully short, a fact neither of the pair of them were naive to, and that Stephanos was never too shy to remark upon.
“Are you racing?” Achilleas asked, changing the subject, but Steph had already been distracted by something else, and the Lord Mikaelidas stared at where his cousin elbowed him, mildly exasperated. “What?”
Following his cousin’s gaze, one dark brow climbed at the prince’s suggestion and Achilleas bit back a sigh. This had all the makings of one of his cousin’s less than stellar ideas that would likely end in disaster. He looked skeptically at the hand that Steph extended toward him, and with a resigned sort of feeling in his gut, put out his own palm to collect the shower of stones.Technically, if Steph made it an order, he was honour bound to obey, and therefore anything that followed could not be classed as his fault, the lord reasoned. It was a flimsy rationale, he knew. "Really?" he began doubtfully.
The stones were gravel really, tiny pebbles that would be little more than a sting if they impacted, and Achilleas glanced over towards where Lord Nikos stood. The first halting warning was just starting to spill past his lips when his cousin sensed it and moved off, and Achilleas blew out a breath and followed, wine in one hand, the other filled with shrapnel to hurl at their unsuspecting fellow. It did not take long for the pair of them to circle around so they stood behind the Condos heir, and Achilleas shook his head at his cousin’s game of charades. Still, there was a suspect twitch at the corner of his mouth that might have been a smirk as he complied with the mimed instruction, and shifted in the opposite direction.
Achilleas took up his vantage point and attempted to look innocuous, taking a sip from his cup and watching over the rim as Stephanos took his shot. He tried very hard not to think about all the things that could go wrong with this sport, not least of all missing and hitting the Lord Leventi or Ares forbid it, the young girl Nikos spoke with. But it was too late now, for the Taengean prince had made his mark it would seem. And when the targeted Lord turned to see what had assailed him, the Baron of Euttica - in a most unbaronly manner - curled back his wrist and launched a second stone at the Condos heir. It was more amusing than he thought it might be, and Achilleas was grinning widely when he turned away, attempted to blend with the crowd.
Achilleas looked a tad dismayed when he pulled back, his cousin’s words revealing he had not missed the lord’s less than smooth interaction with Lady Theodora. He frowned. “She is an obstinate girl” he said in his defence. “ And anyway, I have no interest in capturing any hearts or breaking them. That’s your speciality”
Indeed, the young prince had quite the reputation, it was said that the Goddess of Love favoured him, and the trail of women he left in his wake lent credence to the rumour. In comparison, Achilleas’ romantic life fell woefully short, a fact neither of the pair of them were naive to, and that Stephanos was never too shy to remark upon.
“Are you racing?” Achilleas asked, changing the subject, but Steph had already been distracted by something else, and the Lord Mikaelidas stared at where his cousin elbowed him, mildly exasperated. “What?”
Following his cousin’s gaze, one dark brow climbed at the prince’s suggestion and Achilleas bit back a sigh. This had all the makings of one of his cousin’s less than stellar ideas that would likely end in disaster. He looked skeptically at the hand that Steph extended toward him, and with a resigned sort of feeling in his gut, put out his own palm to collect the shower of stones.Technically, if Steph made it an order, he was honour bound to obey, and therefore anything that followed could not be classed as his fault, the lord reasoned. It was a flimsy rationale, he knew. "Really?" he began doubtfully.
The stones were gravel really, tiny pebbles that would be little more than a sting if they impacted, and Achilleas glanced over towards where Lord Nikos stood. The first halting warning was just starting to spill past his lips when his cousin sensed it and moved off, and Achilleas blew out a breath and followed, wine in one hand, the other filled with shrapnel to hurl at their unsuspecting fellow. It did not take long for the pair of them to circle around so they stood behind the Condos heir, and Achilleas shook his head at his cousin’s game of charades. Still, there was a suspect twitch at the corner of his mouth that might have been a smirk as he complied with the mimed instruction, and shifted in the opposite direction.
Achilleas took up his vantage point and attempted to look innocuous, taking a sip from his cup and watching over the rim as Stephanos took his shot. He tried very hard not to think about all the things that could go wrong with this sport, not least of all missing and hitting the Lord Leventi or Ares forbid it, the young girl Nikos spoke with. But it was too late now, for the Taengean prince had made his mark it would seem. And when the targeted Lord turned to see what had assailed him, the Baron of Euttica - in a most unbaronly manner - curled back his wrist and launched a second stone at the Condos heir. It was more amusing than he thought it might be, and Achilleas was grinning widely when he turned away, attempted to blend with the crowd.
The Lord Nikos was brave to offer up verbal barbs against Fotios' wordplay. The man before him was strong and brave but he was also young and inexperienced, far lacking Fotios' skill in the manipulation of conversation and passive aggressive politics.
When the young man suggested that opposites attracted - fine taste and poor taste - Fotios was well aware of the comparison he was making. Instead, he turned it on his head, drifting his gaze down and over the young man before glancing at his niece and the blood of the Leventi family.
"Indeed." He simply commented, turning Nikos' comment of opposites to reflect his personal thoughts regarding the Condos bloodline and its subpar standard when compared to his own.
Through more luck than skill, Fotios appeared to win the bout of wordplay on that particular account. Firstly, because he offered few words that the Condos lord could rebuke or twist for his own means. And secondly, because it was at that moment that a voice called out from further into the crowd. The speaker himself had his words lost on the breeze but the ripples of voices that repeated it back across the attendees of the event made it clear enough: the race was about to start.
Whilst there were many engaging activities, sellers, stalls and interactions to be had for the general populace, the event itself was built around a particular horse race set to be set across the sands of the Macendia beaches. Men and women were able to compete and the Leventi contingent would be strong against all opposing volunteers. Fotios looked out to inspect which of his brothers and nieces would be racing in the event, for he was determined to ensure that his home House took home the win at an event designed to show the prowess of their major commercial endeavours... Losing was simply not an option when it came to the Leventis and equines...
"If you'll excuse me, Lord Condos." He offered the man, with a soft wave of the hand holding his cup of wine, as he detached himself from the situation. He shot Evangelina a warning look that was clearly translatable as 'now, don't end up on all fours again and try to at least behave like a lady' before he began to meander his way across the wide cobble road, up over a light dune and down to the sands below like so many others who followed his lead or were already out ahead of him. A line of the finest equines in Greece were organised before them, some of them already standing with their riders, other's humanless as their handlers had yet to appear...
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The Lord Nikos was brave to offer up verbal barbs against Fotios' wordplay. The man before him was strong and brave but he was also young and inexperienced, far lacking Fotios' skill in the manipulation of conversation and passive aggressive politics.
When the young man suggested that opposites attracted - fine taste and poor taste - Fotios was well aware of the comparison he was making. Instead, he turned it on his head, drifting his gaze down and over the young man before glancing at his niece and the blood of the Leventi family.
"Indeed." He simply commented, turning Nikos' comment of opposites to reflect his personal thoughts regarding the Condos bloodline and its subpar standard when compared to his own.
Through more luck than skill, Fotios appeared to win the bout of wordplay on that particular account. Firstly, because he offered few words that the Condos lord could rebuke or twist for his own means. And secondly, because it was at that moment that a voice called out from further into the crowd. The speaker himself had his words lost on the breeze but the ripples of voices that repeated it back across the attendees of the event made it clear enough: the race was about to start.
Whilst there were many engaging activities, sellers, stalls and interactions to be had for the general populace, the event itself was built around a particular horse race set to be set across the sands of the Macendia beaches. Men and women were able to compete and the Leventi contingent would be strong against all opposing volunteers. Fotios looked out to inspect which of his brothers and nieces would be racing in the event, for he was determined to ensure that his home House took home the win at an event designed to show the prowess of their major commercial endeavours... Losing was simply not an option when it came to the Leventis and equines...
"If you'll excuse me, Lord Condos." He offered the man, with a soft wave of the hand holding his cup of wine, as he detached himself from the situation. He shot Evangelina a warning look that was clearly translatable as 'now, don't end up on all fours again and try to at least behave like a lady' before he began to meander his way across the wide cobble road, up over a light dune and down to the sands below like so many others who followed his lead or were already out ahead of him. A line of the finest equines in Greece were organised before them, some of them already standing with their riders, other's humanless as their handlers had yet to appear...
The Lord Nikos was brave to offer up verbal barbs against Fotios' wordplay. The man before him was strong and brave but he was also young and inexperienced, far lacking Fotios' skill in the manipulation of conversation and passive aggressive politics.
When the young man suggested that opposites attracted - fine taste and poor taste - Fotios was well aware of the comparison he was making. Instead, he turned it on his head, drifting his gaze down and over the young man before glancing at his niece and the blood of the Leventi family.
"Indeed." He simply commented, turning Nikos' comment of opposites to reflect his personal thoughts regarding the Condos bloodline and its subpar standard when compared to his own.
Through more luck than skill, Fotios appeared to win the bout of wordplay on that particular account. Firstly, because he offered few words that the Condos lord could rebuke or twist for his own means. And secondly, because it was at that moment that a voice called out from further into the crowd. The speaker himself had his words lost on the breeze but the ripples of voices that repeated it back across the attendees of the event made it clear enough: the race was about to start.
Whilst there were many engaging activities, sellers, stalls and interactions to be had for the general populace, the event itself was built around a particular horse race set to be set across the sands of the Macendia beaches. Men and women were able to compete and the Leventi contingent would be strong against all opposing volunteers. Fotios looked out to inspect which of his brothers and nieces would be racing in the event, for he was determined to ensure that his home House took home the win at an event designed to show the prowess of their major commercial endeavours... Losing was simply not an option when it came to the Leventis and equines...
"If you'll excuse me, Lord Condos." He offered the man, with a soft wave of the hand holding his cup of wine, as he detached himself from the situation. He shot Evangelina a warning look that was clearly translatable as 'now, don't end up on all fours again and try to at least behave like a lady' before he began to meander his way across the wide cobble road, up over a light dune and down to the sands below like so many others who followed his lead or were already out ahead of him. A line of the finest equines in Greece were organised before them, some of them already standing with their riders, other's humanless as their handlers had yet to appear...
Curveball A Borrowed Freedom
As the crowds have finally fallen into line and arrived, sipping wine, making their greetings and eyeing one another for both business and leisure, the servants organising the events discreetly murmur to the scribes and ladiesmaids of the noble guests and encourage them towards the beach where a line of horses await their riders to partake in the main event - a driving race down and back the sandy beach of the Macendian coastline...
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As the crowds have finally fallen into line and arrived, sipping wine, making their greetings and eyeing one another for both business and leisure, the servants organising the events discreetly murmur to the scribes and ladiesmaids of the noble guests and encourage them towards the beach where a line of horses await their riders to partake in the main event - a driving race down and back the sandy beach of the Macendian coastline...
Curveball A Borrowed Freedom
As the crowds have finally fallen into line and arrived, sipping wine, making their greetings and eyeing one another for both business and leisure, the servants organising the events discreetly murmur to the scribes and ladiesmaids of the noble guests and encourage them towards the beach where a line of horses await their riders to partake in the main event - a driving race down and back the sandy beach of the Macendian coastline...
It had certainly taken Nana longer than she would have liked to make her prison-break from the manor. It seemed her mother was too smart, at times, as she'd left her two youngest daughters each with their own personal nursemaid...their own personal prison guards, really. It seemed quite unfair to the fourth of Evelli's daughters that she would be left behind, especially as the races she spoke of were of great interest to the girl. Nana could understand Imma being left behind, what with the fact that she was barely six, but Nana was eleven! And a half! Well, almost a half. She rounded up. But still, she was no baby! As far as Nana was concerned, Imma was the baby. Not her! In a few years, she would be presented to court, so why couldn't she go to the races?
This question ran through her mind as she came to the conclusion that the injustice she had suffered at the hands of her parents needed to be duly ramified. And if Nana had to take matters into her own hands, she would. Which was why the blonde had used her younger sister's presence to her advantage: though not her most well-thought-out plan, Nana proceeded to get her baby sister to jump with her on one of the beds that occupied the nursery, quickly starting a pillow fight, which brought immediate panic to the nursemaids responsible for the two. Feathers flew through the air as they ran over to stop the girls, but with all the agility of a young girl, Nana quickly jumped off the bed and sprinted past both of them, dashing out of the nursery and down the halls, off to the stables as shouts came from behind her. As she ran, the young Leventi turned her head to find that one of the nursemaids had come running after her, but did not account for the fact that Nana was quite the excellent runner. It didn't take much time at all for her to lose the woman, as it seemed that she had quickly winded herself from going too fast. Freedom was at Nana's fingertips now.
And after she had reached the stables, hurriedly fastened Chrysea's reins, and slung herself up onto the bare back of the beast, Nana had grasped ahold of it. What with how much today's races had been conversed about in the manor, Nana knew all she needed to know about where exactly they were. It wasn't long before the girl found herself bounding away from the manor, en route to tonight's entertainment. Mother could have saved her so much trouble by just letting her come, but this was fine as well. At least this way, she could go where she pleased, not kept on a tight leash by her mother's side.
With the rate at which Chrysea galloped over the hills of the island, it took what seemed only the blink of an eye for Nana to arrive at the beach where the action was to take place. With a speedy survey of the surrounding area, Nana quickly found the perfect spot to secure Chrysea, slinging herself off the back of the golden mare before fastening her reins to the post that held a number of other horses, stroking the creature's head, and making her way to the actual festivities.
Of course, Nana was no fool, so she had brought a disguise: a rather old, faded, grey-blue himation that she was sure belonged to one of her elder sisters, but had fallen out of rotation with newer stock. Seeing as Nana absolutely hated to wrap herself in anything other than the soft cotton of her bedsheets, she never bothered for the things, but this was different. If she had came to the races without such a disguise, she would easily be spotted, what with the vivid yellow-green of her peplos. So, Nana wore the plain piece of fabric over her head, covering as much as she could. To her, this was as good as a disguise could get. She just about looked like a street-urchin...well, if a street-urchin wore beautiful silks. Still! She commended herself for what she was able to do with the supervision of nursemaids.
As the girl quickly melted into the large congregation of attendants, she made sure to look out for anyone that could possibly identify her. Certainly, she would have to stay far, far away from any of her relatives...And likely, most every other noble in attendance.
However, that plan seemed to be a failure, as from her hiding-place within the crowd of people, she was able to spot, just a little ways away, her mother, and two of her sisters, walking...somewhere. But Theo, nowhere in sight. Nana took this opportunity to move as far away as possible from her family members, looking around the area for any sort of hiding-space that she might use until the time came for the races and her family's attention was drawn elsewhere.
With her cloudy himation drawn over her head, the eleven-and-a-half year old meandered about, carefully avoiding acquaintances at every turn. It wasn't hard to do, what with the fact that she was still rather small, and the himation did quite a bit to help her keep a low profile. All she needed to do was to find a hiding-place...
Which happened faster than expected, when the young Leventi spotted the stalls of vendors, selling snacks and sweets for the event. Perfect. Nana could camp out there until the races began!
And so, the golden-headed child shuffled over to the stalls, looking for the perfect hideaway, when she spotted two of the Mikaelidas men...throwing rocks at...Nikos of Condos. A good target, if Nana said so herself.
Though she had first found herself uneasy about spotting the pair, the fact that they were acting so uncouthly gave Nana the impression that she had little to worry about with the two. From what her sisters said about their interactions with the two, she had little to worry about. Achilleas, from Theodora's accounts, was very nice, yet it seemed from her tone that something was missing...Stephanos, Nana knew from Olympia's spot-on description of the man: blonde hair, chiseled features, with a mischievous streak. Certainly these two wouldn't turn Nana in to her parents. Not when they themselves were in the midst of throwing pebbles at another lord!
Without any further thought, the preteen Leventi strided over to where the two were hidden, tapping them each on the shoulder before clearing her throat to make her presence known.
"Ahem...What are you two doing?"
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It had certainly taken Nana longer than she would have liked to make her prison-break from the manor. It seemed her mother was too smart, at times, as she'd left her two youngest daughters each with their own personal nursemaid...their own personal prison guards, really. It seemed quite unfair to the fourth of Evelli's daughters that she would be left behind, especially as the races she spoke of were of great interest to the girl. Nana could understand Imma being left behind, what with the fact that she was barely six, but Nana was eleven! And a half! Well, almost a half. She rounded up. But still, she was no baby! As far as Nana was concerned, Imma was the baby. Not her! In a few years, she would be presented to court, so why couldn't she go to the races?
This question ran through her mind as she came to the conclusion that the injustice she had suffered at the hands of her parents needed to be duly ramified. And if Nana had to take matters into her own hands, she would. Which was why the blonde had used her younger sister's presence to her advantage: though not her most well-thought-out plan, Nana proceeded to get her baby sister to jump with her on one of the beds that occupied the nursery, quickly starting a pillow fight, which brought immediate panic to the nursemaids responsible for the two. Feathers flew through the air as they ran over to stop the girls, but with all the agility of a young girl, Nana quickly jumped off the bed and sprinted past both of them, dashing out of the nursery and down the halls, off to the stables as shouts came from behind her. As she ran, the young Leventi turned her head to find that one of the nursemaids had come running after her, but did not account for the fact that Nana was quite the excellent runner. It didn't take much time at all for her to lose the woman, as it seemed that she had quickly winded herself from going too fast. Freedom was at Nana's fingertips now.
And after she had reached the stables, hurriedly fastened Chrysea's reins, and slung herself up onto the bare back of the beast, Nana had grasped ahold of it. What with how much today's races had been conversed about in the manor, Nana knew all she needed to know about where exactly they were. It wasn't long before the girl found herself bounding away from the manor, en route to tonight's entertainment. Mother could have saved her so much trouble by just letting her come, but this was fine as well. At least this way, she could go where she pleased, not kept on a tight leash by her mother's side.
With the rate at which Chrysea galloped over the hills of the island, it took what seemed only the blink of an eye for Nana to arrive at the beach where the action was to take place. With a speedy survey of the surrounding area, Nana quickly found the perfect spot to secure Chrysea, slinging herself off the back of the golden mare before fastening her reins to the post that held a number of other horses, stroking the creature's head, and making her way to the actual festivities.
Of course, Nana was no fool, so she had brought a disguise: a rather old, faded, grey-blue himation that she was sure belonged to one of her elder sisters, but had fallen out of rotation with newer stock. Seeing as Nana absolutely hated to wrap herself in anything other than the soft cotton of her bedsheets, she never bothered for the things, but this was different. If she had came to the races without such a disguise, she would easily be spotted, what with the vivid yellow-green of her peplos. So, Nana wore the plain piece of fabric over her head, covering as much as she could. To her, this was as good as a disguise could get. She just about looked like a street-urchin...well, if a street-urchin wore beautiful silks. Still! She commended herself for what she was able to do with the supervision of nursemaids.
As the girl quickly melted into the large congregation of attendants, she made sure to look out for anyone that could possibly identify her. Certainly, she would have to stay far, far away from any of her relatives...And likely, most every other noble in attendance.
However, that plan seemed to be a failure, as from her hiding-place within the crowd of people, she was able to spot, just a little ways away, her mother, and two of her sisters, walking...somewhere. But Theo, nowhere in sight. Nana took this opportunity to move as far away as possible from her family members, looking around the area for any sort of hiding-space that she might use until the time came for the races and her family's attention was drawn elsewhere.
With her cloudy himation drawn over her head, the eleven-and-a-half year old meandered about, carefully avoiding acquaintances at every turn. It wasn't hard to do, what with the fact that she was still rather small, and the himation did quite a bit to help her keep a low profile. All she needed to do was to find a hiding-place...
Which happened faster than expected, when the young Leventi spotted the stalls of vendors, selling snacks and sweets for the event. Perfect. Nana could camp out there until the races began!
And so, the golden-headed child shuffled over to the stalls, looking for the perfect hideaway, when she spotted two of the Mikaelidas men...throwing rocks at...Nikos of Condos. A good target, if Nana said so herself.
Though she had first found herself uneasy about spotting the pair, the fact that they were acting so uncouthly gave Nana the impression that she had little to worry about with the two. From what her sisters said about their interactions with the two, she had little to worry about. Achilleas, from Theodora's accounts, was very nice, yet it seemed from her tone that something was missing...Stephanos, Nana knew from Olympia's spot-on description of the man: blonde hair, chiseled features, with a mischievous streak. Certainly these two wouldn't turn Nana in to her parents. Not when they themselves were in the midst of throwing pebbles at another lord!
Without any further thought, the preteen Leventi strided over to where the two were hidden, tapping them each on the shoulder before clearing her throat to make her presence known.
"Ahem...What are you two doing?"
It had certainly taken Nana longer than she would have liked to make her prison-break from the manor. It seemed her mother was too smart, at times, as she'd left her two youngest daughters each with their own personal nursemaid...their own personal prison guards, really. It seemed quite unfair to the fourth of Evelli's daughters that she would be left behind, especially as the races she spoke of were of great interest to the girl. Nana could understand Imma being left behind, what with the fact that she was barely six, but Nana was eleven! And a half! Well, almost a half. She rounded up. But still, she was no baby! As far as Nana was concerned, Imma was the baby. Not her! In a few years, she would be presented to court, so why couldn't she go to the races?
This question ran through her mind as she came to the conclusion that the injustice she had suffered at the hands of her parents needed to be duly ramified. And if Nana had to take matters into her own hands, she would. Which was why the blonde had used her younger sister's presence to her advantage: though not her most well-thought-out plan, Nana proceeded to get her baby sister to jump with her on one of the beds that occupied the nursery, quickly starting a pillow fight, which brought immediate panic to the nursemaids responsible for the two. Feathers flew through the air as they ran over to stop the girls, but with all the agility of a young girl, Nana quickly jumped off the bed and sprinted past both of them, dashing out of the nursery and down the halls, off to the stables as shouts came from behind her. As she ran, the young Leventi turned her head to find that one of the nursemaids had come running after her, but did not account for the fact that Nana was quite the excellent runner. It didn't take much time at all for her to lose the woman, as it seemed that she had quickly winded herself from going too fast. Freedom was at Nana's fingertips now.
And after she had reached the stables, hurriedly fastened Chrysea's reins, and slung herself up onto the bare back of the beast, Nana had grasped ahold of it. What with how much today's races had been conversed about in the manor, Nana knew all she needed to know about where exactly they were. It wasn't long before the girl found herself bounding away from the manor, en route to tonight's entertainment. Mother could have saved her so much trouble by just letting her come, but this was fine as well. At least this way, she could go where she pleased, not kept on a tight leash by her mother's side.
With the rate at which Chrysea galloped over the hills of the island, it took what seemed only the blink of an eye for Nana to arrive at the beach where the action was to take place. With a speedy survey of the surrounding area, Nana quickly found the perfect spot to secure Chrysea, slinging herself off the back of the golden mare before fastening her reins to the post that held a number of other horses, stroking the creature's head, and making her way to the actual festivities.
Of course, Nana was no fool, so she had brought a disguise: a rather old, faded, grey-blue himation that she was sure belonged to one of her elder sisters, but had fallen out of rotation with newer stock. Seeing as Nana absolutely hated to wrap herself in anything other than the soft cotton of her bedsheets, she never bothered for the things, but this was different. If she had came to the races without such a disguise, she would easily be spotted, what with the vivid yellow-green of her peplos. So, Nana wore the plain piece of fabric over her head, covering as much as she could. To her, this was as good as a disguise could get. She just about looked like a street-urchin...well, if a street-urchin wore beautiful silks. Still! She commended herself for what she was able to do with the supervision of nursemaids.
As the girl quickly melted into the large congregation of attendants, she made sure to look out for anyone that could possibly identify her. Certainly, she would have to stay far, far away from any of her relatives...And likely, most every other noble in attendance.
However, that plan seemed to be a failure, as from her hiding-place within the crowd of people, she was able to spot, just a little ways away, her mother, and two of her sisters, walking...somewhere. But Theo, nowhere in sight. Nana took this opportunity to move as far away as possible from her family members, looking around the area for any sort of hiding-space that she might use until the time came for the races and her family's attention was drawn elsewhere.
With her cloudy himation drawn over her head, the eleven-and-a-half year old meandered about, carefully avoiding acquaintances at every turn. It wasn't hard to do, what with the fact that she was still rather small, and the himation did quite a bit to help her keep a low profile. All she needed to do was to find a hiding-place...
Which happened faster than expected, when the young Leventi spotted the stalls of vendors, selling snacks and sweets for the event. Perfect. Nana could camp out there until the races began!
And so, the golden-headed child shuffled over to the stalls, looking for the perfect hideaway, when she spotted two of the Mikaelidas men...throwing rocks at...Nikos of Condos. A good target, if Nana said so herself.
Though she had first found herself uneasy about spotting the pair, the fact that they were acting so uncouthly gave Nana the impression that she had little to worry about with the two. From what her sisters said about their interactions with the two, she had little to worry about. Achilleas, from Theodora's accounts, was very nice, yet it seemed from her tone that something was missing...Stephanos, Nana knew from Olympia's spot-on description of the man: blonde hair, chiseled features, with a mischievous streak. Certainly these two wouldn't turn Nana in to her parents. Not when they themselves were in the midst of throwing pebbles at another lord!
Without any further thought, the preteen Leventi strided over to where the two were hidden, tapping them each on the shoulder before clearing her throat to make her presence known.
"Ahem...What are you two doing?"
Hesiodos was just finishing one of his songs on his lyre when he heard about the race commencing. Ahh, it was his time to shine, he thought. He offered a bow and a charming smile to the people watching him play as he jumped out of the stage towards the beach. It was an odd announcement, than the musician would also participate in the race, but people accepted it as a novelty. What they didn’t know was that the bard of Phossis would do everything to win… even to cheat.
That’s why he picked his own horse. He had to grease some palms and bed some people, but in the end, he got his way, and he got the horse he wanted. She was a chestnut mare, in prime form, and with strong legs to lead him to the victory… but the reason why Hesiodos picked her was because she knew she was in heat. As he caressed the mare’s snout, he smiled. He knew this was going to be interesting.
With a nimble jump, the bard jumped on top of the saddle, ready to ride and to win the race. A smile, white as a priestess’ robe, shone upon his face, and he waited for the rest of the contenders to get into the race. This was bound to be interesting…
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Hesiodos was just finishing one of his songs on his lyre when he heard about the race commencing. Ahh, it was his time to shine, he thought. He offered a bow and a charming smile to the people watching him play as he jumped out of the stage towards the beach. It was an odd announcement, than the musician would also participate in the race, but people accepted it as a novelty. What they didn’t know was that the bard of Phossis would do everything to win… even to cheat.
That’s why he picked his own horse. He had to grease some palms and bed some people, but in the end, he got his way, and he got the horse he wanted. She was a chestnut mare, in prime form, and with strong legs to lead him to the victory… but the reason why Hesiodos picked her was because she knew she was in heat. As he caressed the mare’s snout, he smiled. He knew this was going to be interesting.
With a nimble jump, the bard jumped on top of the saddle, ready to ride and to win the race. A smile, white as a priestess’ robe, shone upon his face, and he waited for the rest of the contenders to get into the race. This was bound to be interesting…
Hesiodos was just finishing one of his songs on his lyre when he heard about the race commencing. Ahh, it was his time to shine, he thought. He offered a bow and a charming smile to the people watching him play as he jumped out of the stage towards the beach. It was an odd announcement, than the musician would also participate in the race, but people accepted it as a novelty. What they didn’t know was that the bard of Phossis would do everything to win… even to cheat.
That’s why he picked his own horse. He had to grease some palms and bed some people, but in the end, he got his way, and he got the horse he wanted. She was a chestnut mare, in prime form, and with strong legs to lead him to the victory… but the reason why Hesiodos picked her was because she knew she was in heat. As he caressed the mare’s snout, he smiled. He knew this was going to be interesting.
With a nimble jump, the bard jumped on top of the saddle, ready to ride and to win the race. A smile, white as a priestess’ robe, shone upon his face, and he waited for the rest of the contenders to get into the race. This was bound to be interesting…
Just a step closer. That was all she needed to be standing right next to him. Biting her bottom lip, she inched closer. Her fingers playing with the woven wool blanket covering the table. If she turned just a little, her arm might graze him. Should she?
‘If you’ll excuse me, Lord Condos.’
Fotios’ parting words forced her to look at him, meeting that all to knowing gaze of his. She couldn’t help the way her lips pursed at him and her eyebrow raised just a fraction. It was habit. What? I am not doing anything. But he didn’t say anything else and left her to her own devices.
People were starting to move around more, the races were about to begin. Torn between going to see how their horses did and the opportunity that had presented itself with Nikos, the little Leventi troublemaker gnawed on her bottom lip with more attention. Why did this have to happen right as the races were about to start? She finally had him somewhat to herself.
Missing seeing the first pebble, she turned and caught one of the villains just as he launched a small handful of gravel. At the time, it’d seemed like it was directly being aimed at her, it wouldn’t be later until she realized it wasn’t her at all that had been the target but rather… Lord Nikos.
Why was Lord Achilleas throwing rocks at her?
He’d launched the stones with a grin like some sort of madman on his almost-too-pretty face. The gravel flew at her, producing a shrill shriek as a couple of the small pebbles hit her on the cheek. The girl’s small hand flew to her cheek and she narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry. She just wasn’t going to cry. But the angrier she got, the more likely it seemed that she was about to burst into tears. Why was he throwing pebbles at her? Had she done something offending to him? She blinked her eyes.
The sounds of the races about to start rushed into her ears. With her hand on her cheek, she took off running. She had absolutely no intention of being pelted by any more of the mighty Lord Achilleas’ little rocks, it had been humiliating enough that Lord Nikos had found her under the table ‘collecting’ rocks but to have Lord Achilleas throwing them at her while she was standing there next to him. It was unforgivable. If she’d been a witch instead of a Leventi, she’d have cursed him.
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Just a step closer. That was all she needed to be standing right next to him. Biting her bottom lip, she inched closer. Her fingers playing with the woven wool blanket covering the table. If she turned just a little, her arm might graze him. Should she?
‘If you’ll excuse me, Lord Condos.’
Fotios’ parting words forced her to look at him, meeting that all to knowing gaze of his. She couldn’t help the way her lips pursed at him and her eyebrow raised just a fraction. It was habit. What? I am not doing anything. But he didn’t say anything else and left her to her own devices.
People were starting to move around more, the races were about to begin. Torn between going to see how their horses did and the opportunity that had presented itself with Nikos, the little Leventi troublemaker gnawed on her bottom lip with more attention. Why did this have to happen right as the races were about to start? She finally had him somewhat to herself.
Missing seeing the first pebble, she turned and caught one of the villains just as he launched a small handful of gravel. At the time, it’d seemed like it was directly being aimed at her, it wouldn’t be later until she realized it wasn’t her at all that had been the target but rather… Lord Nikos.
Why was Lord Achilleas throwing rocks at her?
He’d launched the stones with a grin like some sort of madman on his almost-too-pretty face. The gravel flew at her, producing a shrill shriek as a couple of the small pebbles hit her on the cheek. The girl’s small hand flew to her cheek and she narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry. She just wasn’t going to cry. But the angrier she got, the more likely it seemed that she was about to burst into tears. Why was he throwing pebbles at her? Had she done something offending to him? She blinked her eyes.
The sounds of the races about to start rushed into her ears. With her hand on her cheek, she took off running. She had absolutely no intention of being pelted by any more of the mighty Lord Achilleas’ little rocks, it had been humiliating enough that Lord Nikos had found her under the table ‘collecting’ rocks but to have Lord Achilleas throwing them at her while she was standing there next to him. It was unforgivable. If she’d been a witch instead of a Leventi, she’d have cursed him.
Just a step closer. That was all she needed to be standing right next to him. Biting her bottom lip, she inched closer. Her fingers playing with the woven wool blanket covering the table. If she turned just a little, her arm might graze him. Should she?
‘If you’ll excuse me, Lord Condos.’
Fotios’ parting words forced her to look at him, meeting that all to knowing gaze of his. She couldn’t help the way her lips pursed at him and her eyebrow raised just a fraction. It was habit. What? I am not doing anything. But he didn’t say anything else and left her to her own devices.
People were starting to move around more, the races were about to begin. Torn between going to see how their horses did and the opportunity that had presented itself with Nikos, the little Leventi troublemaker gnawed on her bottom lip with more attention. Why did this have to happen right as the races were about to start? She finally had him somewhat to herself.
Missing seeing the first pebble, she turned and caught one of the villains just as he launched a small handful of gravel. At the time, it’d seemed like it was directly being aimed at her, it wouldn’t be later until she realized it wasn’t her at all that had been the target but rather… Lord Nikos.
Why was Lord Achilleas throwing rocks at her?
He’d launched the stones with a grin like some sort of madman on his almost-too-pretty face. The gravel flew at her, producing a shrill shriek as a couple of the small pebbles hit her on the cheek. The girl’s small hand flew to her cheek and she narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry. She just wasn’t going to cry. But the angrier she got, the more likely it seemed that she was about to burst into tears. Why was he throwing pebbles at her? Had she done something offending to him? She blinked her eyes.
The sounds of the races about to start rushed into her ears. With her hand on her cheek, she took off running. She had absolutely no intention of being pelted by any more of the mighty Lord Achilleas’ little rocks, it had been humiliating enough that Lord Nikos had found her under the table ‘collecting’ rocks but to have Lord Achilleas throwing them at her while she was standing there next to him. It was unforgivable. If she’d been a witch instead of a Leventi, she’d have cursed him.