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Selene was used to a relatively easy life, one where the total sum of the dramatics were pulled from boredom or petty sisterly arguments. Theatrics were usually of her own designs, and even then, they were minimal. While she had a tendency to be a bit self centered at first, her job as the eldest was to make sure her sisters were well looked after. She could set aside her own needs to make sure they were happy. Which was how she ended up assisting her younger sister in the search for a new outfit after hers was saturated with wine.
One crisis managed, the blonde almost didn’t return to the party. Stopped in the hall, there was a long debate in her mind over whether or not to share the news with the queen now of a new rescue plot or to allow it to happen without her interference. Her trust in the Colchian prince ran deep, but the love of her sister was far deeper. Both had been the reason she had used their exit to seek out his help, and now that she had his agreement, Selene wanted to see it through. But her absence would be noted if she did not return, and if there was a need to provide distraction, this would be the best place to do so.
It was hard to turn away from the Queen’s room, but a deep breath and a prayer to the Gods later, Selene was adjusting the hem of her dress before making her way back into the party.
The blonde entered, eyes scanning the room for any sign that Vangelis’s plan was underway. From what she could tell, things were calm. If he had started his plan, no one was aware of it. And Irakles was still in the room, collected and poised. Good, he seemed just as clueless about it as the rest. Scanning the room, she searched for a distraction, even if she was expecting to have to be the distraction herself.
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The drama just kept piling on, it seemed.
Selene was used to a relatively easy life, one where the total sum of the dramatics were pulled from boredom or petty sisterly arguments. Theatrics were usually of her own designs, and even then, they were minimal. While she had a tendency to be a bit self centered at first, her job as the eldest was to make sure her sisters were well looked after. She could set aside her own needs to make sure they were happy. Which was how she ended up assisting her younger sister in the search for a new outfit after hers was saturated with wine.
One crisis managed, the blonde almost didn’t return to the party. Stopped in the hall, there was a long debate in her mind over whether or not to share the news with the queen now of a new rescue plot or to allow it to happen without her interference. Her trust in the Colchian prince ran deep, but the love of her sister was far deeper. Both had been the reason she had used their exit to seek out his help, and now that she had his agreement, Selene wanted to see it through. But her absence would be noted if she did not return, and if there was a need to provide distraction, this would be the best place to do so.
It was hard to turn away from the Queen’s room, but a deep breath and a prayer to the Gods later, Selene was adjusting the hem of her dress before making her way back into the party.
The blonde entered, eyes scanning the room for any sign that Vangelis’s plan was underway. From what she could tell, things were calm. If he had started his plan, no one was aware of it. And Irakles was still in the room, collected and poised. Good, he seemed just as clueless about it as the rest. Scanning the room, she searched for a distraction, even if she was expecting to have to be the distraction herself.
The drama just kept piling on, it seemed.
Selene was used to a relatively easy life, one where the total sum of the dramatics were pulled from boredom or petty sisterly arguments. Theatrics were usually of her own designs, and even then, they were minimal. While she had a tendency to be a bit self centered at first, her job as the eldest was to make sure her sisters were well looked after. She could set aside her own needs to make sure they were happy. Which was how she ended up assisting her younger sister in the search for a new outfit after hers was saturated with wine.
One crisis managed, the blonde almost didn’t return to the party. Stopped in the hall, there was a long debate in her mind over whether or not to share the news with the queen now of a new rescue plot or to allow it to happen without her interference. Her trust in the Colchian prince ran deep, but the love of her sister was far deeper. Both had been the reason she had used their exit to seek out his help, and now that she had his agreement, Selene wanted to see it through. But her absence would be noted if she did not return, and if there was a need to provide distraction, this would be the best place to do so.
It was hard to turn away from the Queen’s room, but a deep breath and a prayer to the Gods later, Selene was adjusting the hem of her dress before making her way back into the party.
The blonde entered, eyes scanning the room for any sign that Vangelis’s plan was underway. From what she could tell, things were calm. If he had started his plan, no one was aware of it. And Irakles was still in the room, collected and poised. Good, he seemed just as clueless about it as the rest. Scanning the room, she searched for a distraction, even if she was expecting to have to be the distraction herself.
Osorsen was no fool. Nor was he a stranger to politics, even the Grecian mess that he’d stumbled into. Something was foul in this court and he had a mind to get his men out and return with a proper army before any further tricks were played. A king who had written to him but now stayed absent, an uncle clearly seeking more power. The country was weak, and when weakened it meant they could strike.
He’d managed to escape the clutch of humans around him with a few stern glances, his intent to escape the main room and find a way for air, a space to think over his next moves. It was difficult enough to find any sort of freedom, in spite of his imposing height and bearing it seemed plenty of people wanted to speak with him, and his freedom was momentary until he spotted her. With a determined pace, Osorsen moved toward the blonde woman who had been introduced as Selene, giving none of the others around them a second glance.
There were beauties in Egypt, his own Hatshepsut was one of them, but there was something about this woman that was so very different, exotic from those he knew, and there was something about the contrast in the paleness of her hair and skin. The thought of it against the darkness of his own was an intriguing thought. He wondered what her relationship was with the Colchian general who had whisked her away, the one that was now conspicuously absent to his enemy. Her uncle had made it clear she was unattached, perhaps if he was fortunate he could bring a prize of his own back to Egypt. See how the Pharaoh took to that.
”A fair evening, my lady. Though not so fair as you, I think.”
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Osorsen was no fool. Nor was he a stranger to politics, even the Grecian mess that he’d stumbled into. Something was foul in this court and he had a mind to get his men out and return with a proper army before any further tricks were played. A king who had written to him but now stayed absent, an uncle clearly seeking more power. The country was weak, and when weakened it meant they could strike.
He’d managed to escape the clutch of humans around him with a few stern glances, his intent to escape the main room and find a way for air, a space to think over his next moves. It was difficult enough to find any sort of freedom, in spite of his imposing height and bearing it seemed plenty of people wanted to speak with him, and his freedom was momentary until he spotted her. With a determined pace, Osorsen moved toward the blonde woman who had been introduced as Selene, giving none of the others around them a second glance.
There were beauties in Egypt, his own Hatshepsut was one of them, but there was something about this woman that was so very different, exotic from those he knew, and there was something about the contrast in the paleness of her hair and skin. The thought of it against the darkness of his own was an intriguing thought. He wondered what her relationship was with the Colchian general who had whisked her away, the one that was now conspicuously absent to his enemy. Her uncle had made it clear she was unattached, perhaps if he was fortunate he could bring a prize of his own back to Egypt. See how the Pharaoh took to that.
”A fair evening, my lady. Though not so fair as you, I think.”
Osorsen was no fool. Nor was he a stranger to politics, even the Grecian mess that he’d stumbled into. Something was foul in this court and he had a mind to get his men out and return with a proper army before any further tricks were played. A king who had written to him but now stayed absent, an uncle clearly seeking more power. The country was weak, and when weakened it meant they could strike.
He’d managed to escape the clutch of humans around him with a few stern glances, his intent to escape the main room and find a way for air, a space to think over his next moves. It was difficult enough to find any sort of freedom, in spite of his imposing height and bearing it seemed plenty of people wanted to speak with him, and his freedom was momentary until he spotted her. With a determined pace, Osorsen moved toward the blonde woman who had been introduced as Selene, giving none of the others around them a second glance.
There were beauties in Egypt, his own Hatshepsut was one of them, but there was something about this woman that was so very different, exotic from those he knew, and there was something about the contrast in the paleness of her hair and skin. The thought of it against the darkness of his own was an intriguing thought. He wondered what her relationship was with the Colchian general who had whisked her away, the one that was now conspicuously absent to his enemy. Her uncle had made it clear she was unattached, perhaps if he was fortunate he could bring a prize of his own back to Egypt. See how the Pharaoh took to that.
”A fair evening, my lady. Though not so fair as you, I think.”
Selene had imagined that it would not take so long for her to be approached. Not only was her dress scandalous and alluring, she appeared nothing if not calm and collected. She always carried an air of mystery about her. At nine and twenty years old, she should have been married with several children of her own. The rumors and surrounded her were bountiful. That she wasn’t wed because of the curse. That she wasn’t wed because she preferred women. That she was sleeping with the King and didn’t need to marry.
Either way, whispers followed her wherever she went.
The blonde didn’t mind the stares. In a dress such as the one she was in, it was expected. Women stared because their men did. And men stared because she was beautiful.
The deep, foreign timber of a familiar voice made her pause. She turned, cheeks flushing ever so delicately. “You are kind to think so, Sirdar.” She said, glad he had chosen her native tongue for the conversation. “I see you are without your translator.” Her comment was said with a wry smile. “However will you manage?” This was a perfect distraction, as people would certainly talk about an open conversation with a visiting dignitary.
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Selene had imagined that it would not take so long for her to be approached. Not only was her dress scandalous and alluring, she appeared nothing if not calm and collected. She always carried an air of mystery about her. At nine and twenty years old, she should have been married with several children of her own. The rumors and surrounded her were bountiful. That she wasn’t wed because of the curse. That she wasn’t wed because she preferred women. That she was sleeping with the King and didn’t need to marry.
Either way, whispers followed her wherever she went.
The blonde didn’t mind the stares. In a dress such as the one she was in, it was expected. Women stared because their men did. And men stared because she was beautiful.
The deep, foreign timber of a familiar voice made her pause. She turned, cheeks flushing ever so delicately. “You are kind to think so, Sirdar.” She said, glad he had chosen her native tongue for the conversation. “I see you are without your translator.” Her comment was said with a wry smile. “However will you manage?” This was a perfect distraction, as people would certainly talk about an open conversation with a visiting dignitary.
Selene had imagined that it would not take so long for her to be approached. Not only was her dress scandalous and alluring, she appeared nothing if not calm and collected. She always carried an air of mystery about her. At nine and twenty years old, she should have been married with several children of her own. The rumors and surrounded her were bountiful. That she wasn’t wed because of the curse. That she wasn’t wed because she preferred women. That she was sleeping with the King and didn’t need to marry.
Either way, whispers followed her wherever she went.
The blonde didn’t mind the stares. In a dress such as the one she was in, it was expected. Women stared because their men did. And men stared because she was beautiful.
The deep, foreign timber of a familiar voice made her pause. She turned, cheeks flushing ever so delicately. “You are kind to think so, Sirdar.” She said, glad he had chosen her native tongue for the conversation. “I see you are without your translator.” Her comment was said with a wry smile. “However will you manage?” This was a perfect distraction, as people would certainly talk about an open conversation with a visiting dignitary.
The flush of her cheeks was delightful, and the general found himself smiling without restraint for the first time since he'd left Egypt. Her teasing remark that he was without his translator brought on a shrug, and he glanced around to where the older man was speaking animatedly with some other dignitary that he'd found less than important to speak with. Indeed, based on some interesting information he'd received from another young Greek woman, there was quite a bit of intrigue happening all around them.
"I suppose I shall have to rely on your kindness."
His Greek still felt stilted without practice and it didn't flow like his native tongue, but she was well worth the effort it was taking. With his previous walk he had discovered the presence of a garden, and though he had plenty to think about and discuss with his men when he returned to his ship, this would be a much more pleasant distraction that he was eager to follow through.
"As you are her majesty the queen's sister, I had hoped you might pass along my well wishes. I had heard she was close to the birth of her first child."
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The flush of her cheeks was delightful, and the general found himself smiling without restraint for the first time since he'd left Egypt. Her teasing remark that he was without his translator brought on a shrug, and he glanced around to where the older man was speaking animatedly with some other dignitary that he'd found less than important to speak with. Indeed, based on some interesting information he'd received from another young Greek woman, there was quite a bit of intrigue happening all around them.
"I suppose I shall have to rely on your kindness."
His Greek still felt stilted without practice and it didn't flow like his native tongue, but she was well worth the effort it was taking. With his previous walk he had discovered the presence of a garden, and though he had plenty to think about and discuss with his men when he returned to his ship, this would be a much more pleasant distraction that he was eager to follow through.
"As you are her majesty the queen's sister, I had hoped you might pass along my well wishes. I had heard she was close to the birth of her first child."
The flush of her cheeks was delightful, and the general found himself smiling without restraint for the first time since he'd left Egypt. Her teasing remark that he was without his translator brought on a shrug, and he glanced around to where the older man was speaking animatedly with some other dignitary that he'd found less than important to speak with. Indeed, based on some interesting information he'd received from another young Greek woman, there was quite a bit of intrigue happening all around them.
"I suppose I shall have to rely on your kindness."
His Greek still felt stilted without practice and it didn't flow like his native tongue, but she was well worth the effort it was taking. With his previous walk he had discovered the presence of a garden, and though he had plenty to think about and discuss with his men when he returned to his ship, this would be a much more pleasant distraction that he was eager to follow through.
"As you are her majesty the queen's sister, I had hoped you might pass along my well wishes. I had heard she was close to the birth of her first child."
She certainly didn’t expect him to smile as he had, nor did she think it would reach all the way to his eyes, sparkling in the candlelight that surrounded them. From how Vangelis made it sound, he was just as ruthless as the Blood General was said to be. And yet, she had rarely seen the Colchian smile. Nothing like this, with cheeks wide and the wrinkles around the corners of his mouth. His reaction had garnished a smile of her own, and yet she was cautious.
He was foreign, from a country they had been at war with before. She could not fully determine what his motives were.
“I hope I do not disappoint then, my lord.” Her head bowed in respect, as it would have with any titled man in court. She couldn’t explain the racing of her heart, save for the fact that Vangelis had been determined to put together a plan and see it through. It couldn’t have been the intense stare of the older man with her. Plenty of men looked at her the way he was taking her in, and yet she couldn’t help but feel as though this was different.
He was staring at her as a conquest. It was a bit unnerving.
His Greek was rough, but not so much that she couldn’t understand him. “I would be honored to tell her of your sentiments. There is much anticipation for the birth of an heir. It will be good to have a little one around. And she is anxious to hold her child and be released from bed rest.” She was cautious with her words, “If she was not on rest, I know my darling sister Olympia would be here to greet you personally.”
She wanted to turn the conversation away from the two under house arrest. “Tell me, Sirdar, are the gatherings in Egypt like this? I find your culture most fascinating. I recently had the pleasure of traveling a bit and I find myself growing more and more curious as to the rest of the people out there.” Smiling, she decided to choose a safe topic. “Are your horses as revered as ours are?”
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She certainly didn’t expect him to smile as he had, nor did she think it would reach all the way to his eyes, sparkling in the candlelight that surrounded them. From how Vangelis made it sound, he was just as ruthless as the Blood General was said to be. And yet, she had rarely seen the Colchian smile. Nothing like this, with cheeks wide and the wrinkles around the corners of his mouth. His reaction had garnished a smile of her own, and yet she was cautious.
He was foreign, from a country they had been at war with before. She could not fully determine what his motives were.
“I hope I do not disappoint then, my lord.” Her head bowed in respect, as it would have with any titled man in court. She couldn’t explain the racing of her heart, save for the fact that Vangelis had been determined to put together a plan and see it through. It couldn’t have been the intense stare of the older man with her. Plenty of men looked at her the way he was taking her in, and yet she couldn’t help but feel as though this was different.
He was staring at her as a conquest. It was a bit unnerving.
His Greek was rough, but not so much that she couldn’t understand him. “I would be honored to tell her of your sentiments. There is much anticipation for the birth of an heir. It will be good to have a little one around. And she is anxious to hold her child and be released from bed rest.” She was cautious with her words, “If she was not on rest, I know my darling sister Olympia would be here to greet you personally.”
She wanted to turn the conversation away from the two under house arrest. “Tell me, Sirdar, are the gatherings in Egypt like this? I find your culture most fascinating. I recently had the pleasure of traveling a bit and I find myself growing more and more curious as to the rest of the people out there.” Smiling, she decided to choose a safe topic. “Are your horses as revered as ours are?”
She certainly didn’t expect him to smile as he had, nor did she think it would reach all the way to his eyes, sparkling in the candlelight that surrounded them. From how Vangelis made it sound, he was just as ruthless as the Blood General was said to be. And yet, she had rarely seen the Colchian smile. Nothing like this, with cheeks wide and the wrinkles around the corners of his mouth. His reaction had garnished a smile of her own, and yet she was cautious.
He was foreign, from a country they had been at war with before. She could not fully determine what his motives were.
“I hope I do not disappoint then, my lord.” Her head bowed in respect, as it would have with any titled man in court. She couldn’t explain the racing of her heart, save for the fact that Vangelis had been determined to put together a plan and see it through. It couldn’t have been the intense stare of the older man with her. Plenty of men looked at her the way he was taking her in, and yet she couldn’t help but feel as though this was different.
He was staring at her as a conquest. It was a bit unnerving.
His Greek was rough, but not so much that she couldn’t understand him. “I would be honored to tell her of your sentiments. There is much anticipation for the birth of an heir. It will be good to have a little one around. And she is anxious to hold her child and be released from bed rest.” She was cautious with her words, “If she was not on rest, I know my darling sister Olympia would be here to greet you personally.”
She wanted to turn the conversation away from the two under house arrest. “Tell me, Sirdar, are the gatherings in Egypt like this? I find your culture most fascinating. I recently had the pleasure of traveling a bit and I find myself growing more and more curious as to the rest of the people out there.” Smiling, she decided to choose a safe topic. “Are your horses as revered as ours are?”
"I don't believe you could ever disappoint, Lady Selene."
His voice was far softer than it had been before, something about her allowed his guard to drop more than it should, and she was dangerous in that way. The way her eyes seemed to glow a brighter blue in the candlelight, the soft gold of her hair, milkiness of her skin, it was a perfect recipe to tear a man apart if he wasn't careful. In spite of what he had just learned from Imeeya, he wanted to stay and talk with Selene, walk with her through the garden, get to know more of the exquisite woman beneath the beauty. She was one of the few who seemingly revealed hints of more than what met the eye, and he was thoroughly intrigued. He ought to have rallied his men and taken them back to Egypt right away, but she was enough of a temptation to keep him where he was.
"I hope to meet her soon, perhaps before I depart I could pay my respects."
It was clear from her expression that she cared for her sister, but there was something else there as well, a secret, something kept to herself. Perhaps a fear for the birth of the child, it was common enough sadly for women to lose their lives in the act, or that beneath the threat of house arrest that he had learned the king and queen were under, there was a fear of something darker. In whatever form it took, he found he wanted nothing more than to ease her worries, distract her from whatever lingered in her voice that she did not yet wish to share, and she gave him the perfect opportunity.
"Ah well, Egypt is very different than Greece, as you can see." Oso gestured to his rather revealing garb with a shameless grin before dropping his hands behind his back and keeping his smile as she turned to his favorite of topics. "Our horses are very different than yours, smaller I think, but faster and stronger by far."
Pausing for a moment as he pondered his next question, he looked to her curiously before offering her his hand and an honest, crooked grin. "Would you like to see one? I brought him as a gift for your king, from my grandfather's breeding stock."
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"I don't believe you could ever disappoint, Lady Selene."
His voice was far softer than it had been before, something about her allowed his guard to drop more than it should, and she was dangerous in that way. The way her eyes seemed to glow a brighter blue in the candlelight, the soft gold of her hair, milkiness of her skin, it was a perfect recipe to tear a man apart if he wasn't careful. In spite of what he had just learned from Imeeya, he wanted to stay and talk with Selene, walk with her through the garden, get to know more of the exquisite woman beneath the beauty. She was one of the few who seemingly revealed hints of more than what met the eye, and he was thoroughly intrigued. He ought to have rallied his men and taken them back to Egypt right away, but she was enough of a temptation to keep him where he was.
"I hope to meet her soon, perhaps before I depart I could pay my respects."
It was clear from her expression that she cared for her sister, but there was something else there as well, a secret, something kept to herself. Perhaps a fear for the birth of the child, it was common enough sadly for women to lose their lives in the act, or that beneath the threat of house arrest that he had learned the king and queen were under, there was a fear of something darker. In whatever form it took, he found he wanted nothing more than to ease her worries, distract her from whatever lingered in her voice that she did not yet wish to share, and she gave him the perfect opportunity.
"Ah well, Egypt is very different than Greece, as you can see." Oso gestured to his rather revealing garb with a shameless grin before dropping his hands behind his back and keeping his smile as she turned to his favorite of topics. "Our horses are very different than yours, smaller I think, but faster and stronger by far."
Pausing for a moment as he pondered his next question, he looked to her curiously before offering her his hand and an honest, crooked grin. "Would you like to see one? I brought him as a gift for your king, from my grandfather's breeding stock."
"I don't believe you could ever disappoint, Lady Selene."
His voice was far softer than it had been before, something about her allowed his guard to drop more than it should, and she was dangerous in that way. The way her eyes seemed to glow a brighter blue in the candlelight, the soft gold of her hair, milkiness of her skin, it was a perfect recipe to tear a man apart if he wasn't careful. In spite of what he had just learned from Imeeya, he wanted to stay and talk with Selene, walk with her through the garden, get to know more of the exquisite woman beneath the beauty. She was one of the few who seemingly revealed hints of more than what met the eye, and he was thoroughly intrigued. He ought to have rallied his men and taken them back to Egypt right away, but she was enough of a temptation to keep him where he was.
"I hope to meet her soon, perhaps before I depart I could pay my respects."
It was clear from her expression that she cared for her sister, but there was something else there as well, a secret, something kept to herself. Perhaps a fear for the birth of the child, it was common enough sadly for women to lose their lives in the act, or that beneath the threat of house arrest that he had learned the king and queen were under, there was a fear of something darker. In whatever form it took, he found he wanted nothing more than to ease her worries, distract her from whatever lingered in her voice that she did not yet wish to share, and she gave him the perfect opportunity.
"Ah well, Egypt is very different than Greece, as you can see." Oso gestured to his rather revealing garb with a shameless grin before dropping his hands behind his back and keeping his smile as she turned to his favorite of topics. "Our horses are very different than yours, smaller I think, but faster and stronger by far."
Pausing for a moment as he pondered his next question, he looked to her curiously before offering her his hand and an honest, crooked grin. "Would you like to see one? I brought him as a gift for your king, from my grandfather's breeding stock."
While her expertise was not in politics, she knew that sharing too much with the man was risking more than she should. Selene could be charmed, but cautious. The corner of her mouth turned upward, ”She has been placed on bed rest due to her condition. It would be quite improper for her to enter visitors in her chambers, I’m afraid. But if there are wishing you'd like to convey, perhaps you can use me as your envoy. I would be happy to send her any well wishes for her health.” That would have to be good enough, for her sister would be gone before he would have time to arrange an audience.
She giggled shamelessly at they way he pointed out his state of dress. ”Perhaps not so different.” She teased back, motioning to her own scandalous dress. ”Yours may be more drastic, sure. But we try not to disappoint in fashion, either.” This was more like how she used to be, prior to the circus. Openly flirtatious, well mannered and charming-- it has been a long time before she felt like she could be like this. It was the distraction she needed from her own thoughts. And perhaps the whispers of court would focus on that.
As soon as he mentioned horses, it was like lighting a candle. Her eyes brightened with the prospect of something she held so dear to her heart. When he made comment about his horses, her hand settled onto her hip, eyebrow raising. ”You have not seen a Leventi in the saddle behind one of our own, then.” She was bold in her challenge, ”The weight of a man in the saddle, no matter how skilled, dampens the skill of all horses. I would be willing to wager that I could ride my mare faster than any of your horses.”
Did he know of the Leventi name? Of their horses and how they were bred. ”I would be delighted to see it, Sirdar.” Beaming, she gestured for him to lead the way. ”If you have time, of course.”
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While her expertise was not in politics, she knew that sharing too much with the man was risking more than she should. Selene could be charmed, but cautious. The corner of her mouth turned upward, ”She has been placed on bed rest due to her condition. It would be quite improper for her to enter visitors in her chambers, I’m afraid. But if there are wishing you'd like to convey, perhaps you can use me as your envoy. I would be happy to send her any well wishes for her health.” That would have to be good enough, for her sister would be gone before he would have time to arrange an audience.
She giggled shamelessly at they way he pointed out his state of dress. ”Perhaps not so different.” She teased back, motioning to her own scandalous dress. ”Yours may be more drastic, sure. But we try not to disappoint in fashion, either.” This was more like how she used to be, prior to the circus. Openly flirtatious, well mannered and charming-- it has been a long time before she felt like she could be like this. It was the distraction she needed from her own thoughts. And perhaps the whispers of court would focus on that.
As soon as he mentioned horses, it was like lighting a candle. Her eyes brightened with the prospect of something she held so dear to her heart. When he made comment about his horses, her hand settled onto her hip, eyebrow raising. ”You have not seen a Leventi in the saddle behind one of our own, then.” She was bold in her challenge, ”The weight of a man in the saddle, no matter how skilled, dampens the skill of all horses. I would be willing to wager that I could ride my mare faster than any of your horses.”
Did he know of the Leventi name? Of their horses and how they were bred. ”I would be delighted to see it, Sirdar.” Beaming, she gestured for him to lead the way. ”If you have time, of course.”
While her expertise was not in politics, she knew that sharing too much with the man was risking more than she should. Selene could be charmed, but cautious. The corner of her mouth turned upward, ”She has been placed on bed rest due to her condition. It would be quite improper for her to enter visitors in her chambers, I’m afraid. But if there are wishing you'd like to convey, perhaps you can use me as your envoy. I would be happy to send her any well wishes for her health.” That would have to be good enough, for her sister would be gone before he would have time to arrange an audience.
She giggled shamelessly at they way he pointed out his state of dress. ”Perhaps not so different.” She teased back, motioning to her own scandalous dress. ”Yours may be more drastic, sure. But we try not to disappoint in fashion, either.” This was more like how she used to be, prior to the circus. Openly flirtatious, well mannered and charming-- it has been a long time before she felt like she could be like this. It was the distraction she needed from her own thoughts. And perhaps the whispers of court would focus on that.
As soon as he mentioned horses, it was like lighting a candle. Her eyes brightened with the prospect of something she held so dear to her heart. When he made comment about his horses, her hand settled onto her hip, eyebrow raising. ”You have not seen a Leventi in the saddle behind one of our own, then.” She was bold in her challenge, ”The weight of a man in the saddle, no matter how skilled, dampens the skill of all horses. I would be willing to wager that I could ride my mare faster than any of your horses.”
Did he know of the Leventi name? Of their horses and how they were bred. ”I would be delighted to see it, Sirdar.” Beaming, she gestured for him to lead the way. ”If you have time, of course.”
Osorsen gave a nod of understanding, his lips pressed in a sympathetic line as she made mention of her sister's condition. From what little he knew of the female condition of childbirth, there was a risk especially in these later months that harm could come to mother and son, and if the queen had been ordered to bed rest it meant there was danger indeed. He hoped for Selene's sake that the queen and her child remained well through the remainder and the birth was as smooth as possible.
Any thought of the Taengean queen was once again pressed quickly from his mind as Selene drew attention to how much skin she herself was showing. She would still no doubt be shocked if she visited the Egyptian courts, for her garb so revealing for the Greeks would pale in comparison to the sheer netting the women of Egypt wore. Still, there was a temptation to the way the curve of her waist and hip showed, and he had to keep his hand behind his back to prevent from reaching out to touch her.
"Without a king to meet, my lady I have nothing but time for you."
Bowing his head, the Egyptian general held out an arm for her to take, slipping outside as soon as it was possible. Her description of a Leventi woman in the saddle was something he would have given a good deal to see, and he wondered if perhaps he could remain about long enough to convince her to go for a ride with him before he left.
"That is a wager I would eagerly take you up on. Though it would only be fair to show you what stock the Egyptians are working with before you make such a claim."
As if on cue they entered the courtyard where the black colt stood, ears cupped forward to the sound of his master's voice and elegantly dished head giving a toss of greeting. Reluctantly letting Selene go, Osorsen moved to the young horse and cupped a hand across the velvet muzzle, letting the lad press against him in greeting before both Egyptians turned their attention back to the Greek woman with them. They were a proud breed and delicate looking, very different from the more solid northern line.
"We can ride them great distances across the sands without having to stop, they are near as good as camels at going without water. His grandsire carried my own in his last battles he fought, a line that's far too clever for their own good." Oso smiled as he took hold of the horse from the slave who had been holding him and led the dark horse over to the lady. "His name is Altair."
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Osorsen gave a nod of understanding, his lips pressed in a sympathetic line as she made mention of her sister's condition. From what little he knew of the female condition of childbirth, there was a risk especially in these later months that harm could come to mother and son, and if the queen had been ordered to bed rest it meant there was danger indeed. He hoped for Selene's sake that the queen and her child remained well through the remainder and the birth was as smooth as possible.
Any thought of the Taengean queen was once again pressed quickly from his mind as Selene drew attention to how much skin she herself was showing. She would still no doubt be shocked if she visited the Egyptian courts, for her garb so revealing for the Greeks would pale in comparison to the sheer netting the women of Egypt wore. Still, there was a temptation to the way the curve of her waist and hip showed, and he had to keep his hand behind his back to prevent from reaching out to touch her.
"Without a king to meet, my lady I have nothing but time for you."
Bowing his head, the Egyptian general held out an arm for her to take, slipping outside as soon as it was possible. Her description of a Leventi woman in the saddle was something he would have given a good deal to see, and he wondered if perhaps he could remain about long enough to convince her to go for a ride with him before he left.
"That is a wager I would eagerly take you up on. Though it would only be fair to show you what stock the Egyptians are working with before you make such a claim."
As if on cue they entered the courtyard where the black colt stood, ears cupped forward to the sound of his master's voice and elegantly dished head giving a toss of greeting. Reluctantly letting Selene go, Osorsen moved to the young horse and cupped a hand across the velvet muzzle, letting the lad press against him in greeting before both Egyptians turned their attention back to the Greek woman with them. They were a proud breed and delicate looking, very different from the more solid northern line.
"We can ride them great distances across the sands without having to stop, they are near as good as camels at going without water. His grandsire carried my own in his last battles he fought, a line that's far too clever for their own good." Oso smiled as he took hold of the horse from the slave who had been holding him and led the dark horse over to the lady. "His name is Altair."
Osorsen gave a nod of understanding, his lips pressed in a sympathetic line as she made mention of her sister's condition. From what little he knew of the female condition of childbirth, there was a risk especially in these later months that harm could come to mother and son, and if the queen had been ordered to bed rest it meant there was danger indeed. He hoped for Selene's sake that the queen and her child remained well through the remainder and the birth was as smooth as possible.
Any thought of the Taengean queen was once again pressed quickly from his mind as Selene drew attention to how much skin she herself was showing. She would still no doubt be shocked if she visited the Egyptian courts, for her garb so revealing for the Greeks would pale in comparison to the sheer netting the women of Egypt wore. Still, there was a temptation to the way the curve of her waist and hip showed, and he had to keep his hand behind his back to prevent from reaching out to touch her.
"Without a king to meet, my lady I have nothing but time for you."
Bowing his head, the Egyptian general held out an arm for her to take, slipping outside as soon as it was possible. Her description of a Leventi woman in the saddle was something he would have given a good deal to see, and he wondered if perhaps he could remain about long enough to convince her to go for a ride with him before he left.
"That is a wager I would eagerly take you up on. Though it would only be fair to show you what stock the Egyptians are working with before you make such a claim."
As if on cue they entered the courtyard where the black colt stood, ears cupped forward to the sound of his master's voice and elegantly dished head giving a toss of greeting. Reluctantly letting Selene go, Osorsen moved to the young horse and cupped a hand across the velvet muzzle, letting the lad press against him in greeting before both Egyptians turned their attention back to the Greek woman with them. They were a proud breed and delicate looking, very different from the more solid northern line.
"We can ride them great distances across the sands without having to stop, they are near as good as camels at going without water. His grandsire carried my own in his last battles he fought, a line that's far too clever for their own good." Oso smiled as he took hold of the horse from the slave who had been holding him and led the dark horse over to the lady. "His name is Altair."
It did not bode well that he was fully aware of being insulted by the ‘King’, which meant that he was unaware of what had transpired. Osorsen would not take it well, of that she was sure. And while his comment had been made to tell her that his attention was focused on her, Selene couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread in her stomach. Stephanos had to have called him here for a reason, and now that he was absent, the implications of it were too much to ignore. Still, she couldn’t risk it appearing to be anything to her. As far as he knew, she had little knowledge of the political games men played.
So she placed the little piece of information in the back of her mind to share later and smiled, slipping her arm through his to allow him to guide her towards the courtyard. While yes, her boast was made without seeing the horse in question, it didn’t make her any less confident in her own mare and its training. She was riding before she was walking, and found comfort in the corrals. Selene knew that she would at least be able to put up a good effort, no matter the horse. And the chances were, she would win.
”Take several stones off any horse and they will ride faster.” She said with confidence as the horse came into view. Pausing, she watched with a trained eye as he moved towards the beast. But, unlike other woman might do, she began to walk around the horse with a slow gaze. It was a lean horse, dark in color and proud in stature. Board head, long snot-- it was far different than the horses she was used to seeing. It was a shorter horse, so much so that she wouldn’t need much to mount the thing. Moving around its backend, she was impressed with its muscular haunches.
She was slow in her inspection, much like her father would have done when entertaining a new horse for purchase. Her eyes met Osorsen’s, moonlight giving them an odd glow. ”He is quite a beautiful horse. I cannot say that I have ever seen anything like it.” She cautiously outstretched her hand, palm open, to allow the beast to sniff her. Its head pulled back, most likely from the smell of her own mare from her morning ride. But it smelled her again, then moved its snot into her hand. She firmly took hold of the leather around its muzzle so it would not jerk away before using her other hand to pet its coarse hair.
”On a horse like this, you would at least stand a chance in a race.” Her eyes met his, her smile wry with mirth and teasing. ”Although I still might give you a head start.” Standing with the horse between them, Selene was happy to not have to think about what was going on back in the Palati. And she was glad to have a bit of a barrier between them. ”Has he been broken yet?” She asked, wondering if he was rideable or who was going to get the chance to be the first.
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It did not bode well that he was fully aware of being insulted by the ‘King’, which meant that he was unaware of what had transpired. Osorsen would not take it well, of that she was sure. And while his comment had been made to tell her that his attention was focused on her, Selene couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread in her stomach. Stephanos had to have called him here for a reason, and now that he was absent, the implications of it were too much to ignore. Still, she couldn’t risk it appearing to be anything to her. As far as he knew, she had little knowledge of the political games men played.
So she placed the little piece of information in the back of her mind to share later and smiled, slipping her arm through his to allow him to guide her towards the courtyard. While yes, her boast was made without seeing the horse in question, it didn’t make her any less confident in her own mare and its training. She was riding before she was walking, and found comfort in the corrals. Selene knew that she would at least be able to put up a good effort, no matter the horse. And the chances were, she would win.
”Take several stones off any horse and they will ride faster.” She said with confidence as the horse came into view. Pausing, she watched with a trained eye as he moved towards the beast. But, unlike other woman might do, she began to walk around the horse with a slow gaze. It was a lean horse, dark in color and proud in stature. Board head, long snot-- it was far different than the horses she was used to seeing. It was a shorter horse, so much so that she wouldn’t need much to mount the thing. Moving around its backend, she was impressed with its muscular haunches.
She was slow in her inspection, much like her father would have done when entertaining a new horse for purchase. Her eyes met Osorsen’s, moonlight giving them an odd glow. ”He is quite a beautiful horse. I cannot say that I have ever seen anything like it.” She cautiously outstretched her hand, palm open, to allow the beast to sniff her. Its head pulled back, most likely from the smell of her own mare from her morning ride. But it smelled her again, then moved its snot into her hand. She firmly took hold of the leather around its muzzle so it would not jerk away before using her other hand to pet its coarse hair.
”On a horse like this, you would at least stand a chance in a race.” Her eyes met his, her smile wry with mirth and teasing. ”Although I still might give you a head start.” Standing with the horse between them, Selene was happy to not have to think about what was going on back in the Palati. And she was glad to have a bit of a barrier between them. ”Has he been broken yet?” She asked, wondering if he was rideable or who was going to get the chance to be the first.
It did not bode well that he was fully aware of being insulted by the ‘King’, which meant that he was unaware of what had transpired. Osorsen would not take it well, of that she was sure. And while his comment had been made to tell her that his attention was focused on her, Selene couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread in her stomach. Stephanos had to have called him here for a reason, and now that he was absent, the implications of it were too much to ignore. Still, she couldn’t risk it appearing to be anything to her. As far as he knew, she had little knowledge of the political games men played.
So she placed the little piece of information in the back of her mind to share later and smiled, slipping her arm through his to allow him to guide her towards the courtyard. While yes, her boast was made without seeing the horse in question, it didn’t make her any less confident in her own mare and its training. She was riding before she was walking, and found comfort in the corrals. Selene knew that she would at least be able to put up a good effort, no matter the horse. And the chances were, she would win.
”Take several stones off any horse and they will ride faster.” She said with confidence as the horse came into view. Pausing, she watched with a trained eye as he moved towards the beast. But, unlike other woman might do, she began to walk around the horse with a slow gaze. It was a lean horse, dark in color and proud in stature. Board head, long snot-- it was far different than the horses she was used to seeing. It was a shorter horse, so much so that she wouldn’t need much to mount the thing. Moving around its backend, she was impressed with its muscular haunches.
She was slow in her inspection, much like her father would have done when entertaining a new horse for purchase. Her eyes met Osorsen’s, moonlight giving them an odd glow. ”He is quite a beautiful horse. I cannot say that I have ever seen anything like it.” She cautiously outstretched her hand, palm open, to allow the beast to sniff her. Its head pulled back, most likely from the smell of her own mare from her morning ride. But it smelled her again, then moved its snot into her hand. She firmly took hold of the leather around its muzzle so it would not jerk away before using her other hand to pet its coarse hair.
”On a horse like this, you would at least stand a chance in a race.” Her eyes met his, her smile wry with mirth and teasing. ”Although I still might give you a head start.” Standing with the horse between them, Selene was happy to not have to think about what was going on back in the Palati. And she was glad to have a bit of a barrier between them. ”Has he been broken yet?” She asked, wondering if he was rideable or who was going to get the chance to be the first.
"If the horse cannot maintain it's speed what difference will a few stone make, my lady? Sprints are all well and good, but what is most valuable is stamina when it comes to a great mount."
The banter between lady and general over the best qualities for a horse was something he had not expected, and found himself enjoying as quite the best part of the evening. As if he knew he was being inspected, the black stallion gave a preening toss of his mane and flicked his high held tail, the general at his head giving a chuckle. Altair was much like his sire and grandsire in attitude, the sorts of beasts that knew full well how special and adored they were, and it hadn't helped the sort of pampering his grandfather gave to his favorites.
Selene's gaze meeting his own was captivating in the light of the moon and torches, and for a distracted second it was as if one of the Greek goddesses themselves had descended to bless him with their presence. The golden glow of her hair and pale light of her skin and eyes were mesmerizing, and there was a palpable breath of silence as he had to remind himself of her words and gave proper response.
"His beauty is nothing compared to your own, my lady. And, if I may be so bold, your clear knowledge of horses very nearly outshines even that."
Osorsen grinned, hoping she was clever enough to understand what a compliment it was that he'd paid to her. For his people physical beauty was the highest tier of prestige, but to have a woman who was not only beautiful, but intelligent and well versed in horseflesh, it was perhaps the paradigm of what he himself sought after in a companion. Once again he wondered if her uncle might consider a proposal. If he himself was even in the place to take on a wife. Given that Hatshepsut was married, it might be for the best to secure his house line as there was no telling how long it would take to unseat Iahotep. It was something to ponder on his voyage home.
"He is trained to carry a rider. I would be remiss to allow a challenge in a race without giving you a chance to see what you were up against."
There was a gleam of mischief in his eye as he smiled back at her, looking over the black silken back of the horse.
"Would you like to see how he handles yourself?"
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"If the horse cannot maintain it's speed what difference will a few stone make, my lady? Sprints are all well and good, but what is most valuable is stamina when it comes to a great mount."
The banter between lady and general over the best qualities for a horse was something he had not expected, and found himself enjoying as quite the best part of the evening. As if he knew he was being inspected, the black stallion gave a preening toss of his mane and flicked his high held tail, the general at his head giving a chuckle. Altair was much like his sire and grandsire in attitude, the sorts of beasts that knew full well how special and adored they were, and it hadn't helped the sort of pampering his grandfather gave to his favorites.
Selene's gaze meeting his own was captivating in the light of the moon and torches, and for a distracted second it was as if one of the Greek goddesses themselves had descended to bless him with their presence. The golden glow of her hair and pale light of her skin and eyes were mesmerizing, and there was a palpable breath of silence as he had to remind himself of her words and gave proper response.
"His beauty is nothing compared to your own, my lady. And, if I may be so bold, your clear knowledge of horses very nearly outshines even that."
Osorsen grinned, hoping she was clever enough to understand what a compliment it was that he'd paid to her. For his people physical beauty was the highest tier of prestige, but to have a woman who was not only beautiful, but intelligent and well versed in horseflesh, it was perhaps the paradigm of what he himself sought after in a companion. Once again he wondered if her uncle might consider a proposal. If he himself was even in the place to take on a wife. Given that Hatshepsut was married, it might be for the best to secure his house line as there was no telling how long it would take to unseat Iahotep. It was something to ponder on his voyage home.
"He is trained to carry a rider. I would be remiss to allow a challenge in a race without giving you a chance to see what you were up against."
There was a gleam of mischief in his eye as he smiled back at her, looking over the black silken back of the horse.
"Would you like to see how he handles yourself?"
"If the horse cannot maintain it's speed what difference will a few stone make, my lady? Sprints are all well and good, but what is most valuable is stamina when it comes to a great mount."
The banter between lady and general over the best qualities for a horse was something he had not expected, and found himself enjoying as quite the best part of the evening. As if he knew he was being inspected, the black stallion gave a preening toss of his mane and flicked his high held tail, the general at his head giving a chuckle. Altair was much like his sire and grandsire in attitude, the sorts of beasts that knew full well how special and adored they were, and it hadn't helped the sort of pampering his grandfather gave to his favorites.
Selene's gaze meeting his own was captivating in the light of the moon and torches, and for a distracted second it was as if one of the Greek goddesses themselves had descended to bless him with their presence. The golden glow of her hair and pale light of her skin and eyes were mesmerizing, and there was a palpable breath of silence as he had to remind himself of her words and gave proper response.
"His beauty is nothing compared to your own, my lady. And, if I may be so bold, your clear knowledge of horses very nearly outshines even that."
Osorsen grinned, hoping she was clever enough to understand what a compliment it was that he'd paid to her. For his people physical beauty was the highest tier of prestige, but to have a woman who was not only beautiful, but intelligent and well versed in horseflesh, it was perhaps the paradigm of what he himself sought after in a companion. Once again he wondered if her uncle might consider a proposal. If he himself was even in the place to take on a wife. Given that Hatshepsut was married, it might be for the best to secure his house line as there was no telling how long it would take to unseat Iahotep. It was something to ponder on his voyage home.
"He is trained to carry a rider. I would be remiss to allow a challenge in a race without giving you a chance to see what you were up against."
There was a gleam of mischief in his eye as he smiled back at her, looking over the black silken back of the horse.
"Would you like to see how he handles yourself?"
She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed the flirtatious banter that could happen between a man and a woman. It had taken Vangelis a while before they both could drop their formality to enjoy a quiet teasing between the two. But she had almost always had a playful side to her, one that she was free to show when she let her guard down. And because she was trying hard to forget about the man who had promised to help, it was easy for her to revert back to that part of herself.
The one that was trying to impress a man. Vangelis didn’t seem to want to be impressed, or if he was, he rarely said anything about it. And compliments from him were always veiled in something deeper than what others had always felt important. And while it was nice to know that he appreciated her for more than just her beauty, there was also a joy in being reminded that her looks were appreciated, too.
After all, in the dress she wore tonight, that had been the plan.
Her cheeks flushed a bit as his subtle innuendo (though she was certain that it may not have been intended to be subtle). And while he continued to compliment her looks, it was always in addition to something about her mind. Selene wondered just how much most women in his country knew about horses. Was she so rare in her understanding that he couldn’t help but be shocked by it? Perhaps it seemed more odd to her simply because most of the women in her family knew as much as she did. Horses were part of her blood. ”You certainly flatter me. But the combination is not so rare within this Kingdom, I can assure you.”
She genuinely thought about taking him up on his offer to ride the beast. It didn’t matter that there was no saddle on him-- she could handle that. But looking down at the silken material of her dress, she wasn’t sure that she could even do it the justice he deserved by attempting even a trot around the courtyard. ”If I was in any dress but this one, I might.” There was a sparkle in her eyes as she looked down at the tight plum silks that hugged her curves like a second skin. ”But I do not think I am in the right outfit for such an adventure.” She continued to pet the horse, with a giggle as it leaned towards her head for more affection. ”I would, however, be honored to see how you ride him, Sirdar. And perhaps you may find me tomorrow, so I may ride him in more fitting attire.”
She rested her forearm on his, ”You are planning on staying a few days, aren’t you?”
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She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed the flirtatious banter that could happen between a man and a woman. It had taken Vangelis a while before they both could drop their formality to enjoy a quiet teasing between the two. But she had almost always had a playful side to her, one that she was free to show when she let her guard down. And because she was trying hard to forget about the man who had promised to help, it was easy for her to revert back to that part of herself.
The one that was trying to impress a man. Vangelis didn’t seem to want to be impressed, or if he was, he rarely said anything about it. And compliments from him were always veiled in something deeper than what others had always felt important. And while it was nice to know that he appreciated her for more than just her beauty, there was also a joy in being reminded that her looks were appreciated, too.
After all, in the dress she wore tonight, that had been the plan.
Her cheeks flushed a bit as his subtle innuendo (though she was certain that it may not have been intended to be subtle). And while he continued to compliment her looks, it was always in addition to something about her mind. Selene wondered just how much most women in his country knew about horses. Was she so rare in her understanding that he couldn’t help but be shocked by it? Perhaps it seemed more odd to her simply because most of the women in her family knew as much as she did. Horses were part of her blood. ”You certainly flatter me. But the combination is not so rare within this Kingdom, I can assure you.”
She genuinely thought about taking him up on his offer to ride the beast. It didn’t matter that there was no saddle on him-- she could handle that. But looking down at the silken material of her dress, she wasn’t sure that she could even do it the justice he deserved by attempting even a trot around the courtyard. ”If I was in any dress but this one, I might.” There was a sparkle in her eyes as she looked down at the tight plum silks that hugged her curves like a second skin. ”But I do not think I am in the right outfit for such an adventure.” She continued to pet the horse, with a giggle as it leaned towards her head for more affection. ”I would, however, be honored to see how you ride him, Sirdar. And perhaps you may find me tomorrow, so I may ride him in more fitting attire.”
She rested her forearm on his, ”You are planning on staying a few days, aren’t you?”
She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed the flirtatious banter that could happen between a man and a woman. It had taken Vangelis a while before they both could drop their formality to enjoy a quiet teasing between the two. But she had almost always had a playful side to her, one that she was free to show when she let her guard down. And because she was trying hard to forget about the man who had promised to help, it was easy for her to revert back to that part of herself.
The one that was trying to impress a man. Vangelis didn’t seem to want to be impressed, or if he was, he rarely said anything about it. And compliments from him were always veiled in something deeper than what others had always felt important. And while it was nice to know that he appreciated her for more than just her beauty, there was also a joy in being reminded that her looks were appreciated, too.
After all, in the dress she wore tonight, that had been the plan.
Her cheeks flushed a bit as his subtle innuendo (though she was certain that it may not have been intended to be subtle). And while he continued to compliment her looks, it was always in addition to something about her mind. Selene wondered just how much most women in his country knew about horses. Was she so rare in her understanding that he couldn’t help but be shocked by it? Perhaps it seemed more odd to her simply because most of the women in her family knew as much as she did. Horses were part of her blood. ”You certainly flatter me. But the combination is not so rare within this Kingdom, I can assure you.”
She genuinely thought about taking him up on his offer to ride the beast. It didn’t matter that there was no saddle on him-- she could handle that. But looking down at the silken material of her dress, she wasn’t sure that she could even do it the justice he deserved by attempting even a trot around the courtyard. ”If I was in any dress but this one, I might.” There was a sparkle in her eyes as she looked down at the tight plum silks that hugged her curves like a second skin. ”But I do not think I am in the right outfit for such an adventure.” She continued to pet the horse, with a giggle as it leaned towards her head for more affection. ”I would, however, be honored to see how you ride him, Sirdar. And perhaps you may find me tomorrow, so I may ride him in more fitting attire.”
She rested her forearm on his, ”You are planning on staying a few days, aren’t you?”
"Perhaps I ought to seek further conversation with Taengean ladies then, if they are all as well versed as you say."
Oso had no interest in talking to any of the other Grecian ladies, not when this one was being so sufficiently charming and sweet. He'd expected most of them to fear him, to think him so outlandish and barbaric in comparison to their soft ways that most would not spare him a glance, but she was proving him entirely incorrect. It was a most refreshing change, to be looked at with a smile instead of fear, and he found he rather liked it when she smiled at him.
His eyes flashed in humor as she said she might take him up on his offer if she was in any dress but the one she had on, gaze taking the time to look her over slowly in appreciation. "It is a marvel of a gown. More akin to our Egyptian styles I think, than your usual." Fingers itched to reach out and touch the silken material, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his own. There was a sort of forbidden temptation to the thought of his calloused fingertips against her pale curves, and when his eyes lifted to hers once again he was sure she could read everything he was thinking.
When her hand landed on his arm he tore his thoughts away from impropriety, for the most part, a smile on his lips though there was a quirk of uncertainty in the corner. How many days he stayed depended on whether or not he could speak to the king, or if this was simply a trap. It appeared that the Prince Irakles had a hold on things and had little to offer him in the manner he had come for. With the words of Lady Imeeya in his mind he knew he could not yet reveal to the queen's sister the hand he held. Not if he was to do his duty to his country.
"It shall depend on the King, my lady. I came to speak to him, and I have orders to treat with him alone." His own hand found hers and he brought it to his lips, dark eyes finding pale as he allowed himself to move a step closer. "Though, you could always come home with me. To see the horses, of course."
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"Perhaps I ought to seek further conversation with Taengean ladies then, if they are all as well versed as you say."
Oso had no interest in talking to any of the other Grecian ladies, not when this one was being so sufficiently charming and sweet. He'd expected most of them to fear him, to think him so outlandish and barbaric in comparison to their soft ways that most would not spare him a glance, but she was proving him entirely incorrect. It was a most refreshing change, to be looked at with a smile instead of fear, and he found he rather liked it when she smiled at him.
His eyes flashed in humor as she said she might take him up on his offer if she was in any dress but the one she had on, gaze taking the time to look her over slowly in appreciation. "It is a marvel of a gown. More akin to our Egyptian styles I think, than your usual." Fingers itched to reach out and touch the silken material, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his own. There was a sort of forbidden temptation to the thought of his calloused fingertips against her pale curves, and when his eyes lifted to hers once again he was sure she could read everything he was thinking.
When her hand landed on his arm he tore his thoughts away from impropriety, for the most part, a smile on his lips though there was a quirk of uncertainty in the corner. How many days he stayed depended on whether or not he could speak to the king, or if this was simply a trap. It appeared that the Prince Irakles had a hold on things and had little to offer him in the manner he had come for. With the words of Lady Imeeya in his mind he knew he could not yet reveal to the queen's sister the hand he held. Not if he was to do his duty to his country.
"It shall depend on the King, my lady. I came to speak to him, and I have orders to treat with him alone." His own hand found hers and he brought it to his lips, dark eyes finding pale as he allowed himself to move a step closer. "Though, you could always come home with me. To see the horses, of course."
"Perhaps I ought to seek further conversation with Taengean ladies then, if they are all as well versed as you say."
Oso had no interest in talking to any of the other Grecian ladies, not when this one was being so sufficiently charming and sweet. He'd expected most of them to fear him, to think him so outlandish and barbaric in comparison to their soft ways that most would not spare him a glance, but she was proving him entirely incorrect. It was a most refreshing change, to be looked at with a smile instead of fear, and he found he rather liked it when she smiled at him.
His eyes flashed in humor as she said she might take him up on his offer if she was in any dress but the one she had on, gaze taking the time to look her over slowly in appreciation. "It is a marvel of a gown. More akin to our Egyptian styles I think, than your usual." Fingers itched to reach out and touch the silken material, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his own. There was a sort of forbidden temptation to the thought of his calloused fingertips against her pale curves, and when his eyes lifted to hers once again he was sure she could read everything he was thinking.
When her hand landed on his arm he tore his thoughts away from impropriety, for the most part, a smile on his lips though there was a quirk of uncertainty in the corner. How many days he stayed depended on whether or not he could speak to the king, or if this was simply a trap. It appeared that the Prince Irakles had a hold on things and had little to offer him in the manner he had come for. With the words of Lady Imeeya in his mind he knew he could not yet reveal to the queen's sister the hand he held. Not if he was to do his duty to his country.
"It shall depend on the King, my lady. I came to speak to him, and I have orders to treat with him alone." His own hand found hers and he brought it to his lips, dark eyes finding pale as he allowed himself to move a step closer. "Though, you could always come home with me. To see the horses, of course."
This distraction felt like it was more working for her than providing whatever cover she needed for Vangelis and her family to sneak away. Her goal had been to give others something to talk about, but instead it was making her feel both at ease with her worries and on guard by his direct compliments. And perhaps, she was quickly discovering, she had a preference for strong men who others were afraid of. She had heard whispers of what he could do and yet she was more than willing to allow him a chance to show his true character than to assume he was a beast of a man. Rumors meant nothing to her, not when she gave people the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise.
Vangelis may have been the Stone Prince, but she had rarely seen that side of him.
Her cheeks flushed under his gauze, but that had been her intent, right? She had wanted him to focus on her, to draw the wagging tongues of anyone watching. If they were watching her, and her flirtations with this man, then they wouldn’t be worried about the King above. And yet, she hadn’t counted on such heat in his eyes. There was an undressing with his eyes, a subtle twitch of his fingers as he thought of her without the dress. And while men often looked at her like this, there was a difference in the heat of his gauze.
Maybe it was because the looks were only made hotter by his compliments of the things that mattered most to her-- her knowledge of horses and her steady head. Swallowing down her own silly notions, she focused back on the horse. The horse was safe-- this man was not.
But before she could return her focus to the horse, he had taken his hand into hers and was pressing a kiss to the back of it. If there was any flush left to rise to her cheeks, it would have presented itself. Instead, her eyes were locked onto his. ”If it were only for the horses, I might have to take you up on such an offer. However, my duty remains her until my family sees otherside. But I would like to see them one day. I feel as if all my recent travel has only made the itch to see the world even greater.” Her eyes were locked onto his, unable to deny some sort of connection that was there. Try as she might, it felt impossible to break the spell that was cast around them.
If she hadn’t felt the small hand on her shoulder, she wouldn’t have known Jo was there at all. But her slave had leaned into her, whispering into her ear the need to attend her sister at her earliest convenience. Her hand was pulled from that of the man in front of her, ”I am sorry, Sirdar, but it seems that the Queen beckons me to her side. And I am not one to deny my sister anything.” With a squeeze of his hand, Selene stepped back. Giving the horse a moment of affection, ending it with a private word to the beast and a kiss to its snout, she turned to him. ”I shall hope you enjoy your stay here, Sirdar. And if you find yourself in need of a race, please come find me.” With a bow of her head, she gave him one final smile before she turned to go with Jo. Her pace was slow, wanting to appear as if she had all the time in the world to reach Olympia.
As soon as she was out of sight, she made haste towards her sister’s room, hoping that a plan would be in place to help the monarchs escape.
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This distraction felt like it was more working for her than providing whatever cover she needed for Vangelis and her family to sneak away. Her goal had been to give others something to talk about, but instead it was making her feel both at ease with her worries and on guard by his direct compliments. And perhaps, she was quickly discovering, she had a preference for strong men who others were afraid of. She had heard whispers of what he could do and yet she was more than willing to allow him a chance to show his true character than to assume he was a beast of a man. Rumors meant nothing to her, not when she gave people the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise.
Vangelis may have been the Stone Prince, but she had rarely seen that side of him.
Her cheeks flushed under his gauze, but that had been her intent, right? She had wanted him to focus on her, to draw the wagging tongues of anyone watching. If they were watching her, and her flirtations with this man, then they wouldn’t be worried about the King above. And yet, she hadn’t counted on such heat in his eyes. There was an undressing with his eyes, a subtle twitch of his fingers as he thought of her without the dress. And while men often looked at her like this, there was a difference in the heat of his gauze.
Maybe it was because the looks were only made hotter by his compliments of the things that mattered most to her-- her knowledge of horses and her steady head. Swallowing down her own silly notions, she focused back on the horse. The horse was safe-- this man was not.
But before she could return her focus to the horse, he had taken his hand into hers and was pressing a kiss to the back of it. If there was any flush left to rise to her cheeks, it would have presented itself. Instead, her eyes were locked onto his. ”If it were only for the horses, I might have to take you up on such an offer. However, my duty remains her until my family sees otherside. But I would like to see them one day. I feel as if all my recent travel has only made the itch to see the world even greater.” Her eyes were locked onto his, unable to deny some sort of connection that was there. Try as she might, it felt impossible to break the spell that was cast around them.
If she hadn’t felt the small hand on her shoulder, she wouldn’t have known Jo was there at all. But her slave had leaned into her, whispering into her ear the need to attend her sister at her earliest convenience. Her hand was pulled from that of the man in front of her, ”I am sorry, Sirdar, but it seems that the Queen beckons me to her side. And I am not one to deny my sister anything.” With a squeeze of his hand, Selene stepped back. Giving the horse a moment of affection, ending it with a private word to the beast and a kiss to its snout, she turned to him. ”I shall hope you enjoy your stay here, Sirdar. And if you find yourself in need of a race, please come find me.” With a bow of her head, she gave him one final smile before she turned to go with Jo. Her pace was slow, wanting to appear as if she had all the time in the world to reach Olympia.
As soon as she was out of sight, she made haste towards her sister’s room, hoping that a plan would be in place to help the monarchs escape.
This distraction felt like it was more working for her than providing whatever cover she needed for Vangelis and her family to sneak away. Her goal had been to give others something to talk about, but instead it was making her feel both at ease with her worries and on guard by his direct compliments. And perhaps, she was quickly discovering, she had a preference for strong men who others were afraid of. She had heard whispers of what he could do and yet she was more than willing to allow him a chance to show his true character than to assume he was a beast of a man. Rumors meant nothing to her, not when she gave people the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise.
Vangelis may have been the Stone Prince, but she had rarely seen that side of him.
Her cheeks flushed under his gauze, but that had been her intent, right? She had wanted him to focus on her, to draw the wagging tongues of anyone watching. If they were watching her, and her flirtations with this man, then they wouldn’t be worried about the King above. And yet, she hadn’t counted on such heat in his eyes. There was an undressing with his eyes, a subtle twitch of his fingers as he thought of her without the dress. And while men often looked at her like this, there was a difference in the heat of his gauze.
Maybe it was because the looks were only made hotter by his compliments of the things that mattered most to her-- her knowledge of horses and her steady head. Swallowing down her own silly notions, she focused back on the horse. The horse was safe-- this man was not.
But before she could return her focus to the horse, he had taken his hand into hers and was pressing a kiss to the back of it. If there was any flush left to rise to her cheeks, it would have presented itself. Instead, her eyes were locked onto his. ”If it were only for the horses, I might have to take you up on such an offer. However, my duty remains her until my family sees otherside. But I would like to see them one day. I feel as if all my recent travel has only made the itch to see the world even greater.” Her eyes were locked onto his, unable to deny some sort of connection that was there. Try as she might, it felt impossible to break the spell that was cast around them.
If she hadn’t felt the small hand on her shoulder, she wouldn’t have known Jo was there at all. But her slave had leaned into her, whispering into her ear the need to attend her sister at her earliest convenience. Her hand was pulled from that of the man in front of her, ”I am sorry, Sirdar, but it seems that the Queen beckons me to her side. And I am not one to deny my sister anything.” With a squeeze of his hand, Selene stepped back. Giving the horse a moment of affection, ending it with a private word to the beast and a kiss to its snout, she turned to him. ”I shall hope you enjoy your stay here, Sirdar. And if you find yourself in need of a race, please come find me.” With a bow of her head, she gave him one final smile before she turned to go with Jo. Her pace was slow, wanting to appear as if she had all the time in the world to reach Olympia.
As soon as she was out of sight, she made haste towards her sister’s room, hoping that a plan would be in place to help the monarchs escape.
"I look forward to one day showing you what my home country has to offer. When your family allows it."
It was a bold offer to say the least, but even before he let go of her hand he was drafting the letter in his mind. Whispers had found him before of the Leventi women and their beauty, and now seeing her for himself he knew he had to have her. If she would not leave with him now, he could use what pull he had to request the match through her family instead, especially if he could find a way to swing this to his advantage. The pharaoh would be jealous, and Hatshepsut... he hate to think of causing her any pain. Perhaps he couldn't go through with this, but he had to at least try.
Marrying a woman related to a Greek queen, one of exceptional beauty, that could give him the leverage necessary to unseat the man he wanted dead. With the power of Greek armies combined with his own, a promise for a treaty of peace with Taengea at least, if only he was put on the throne. He could keep Hatshepsut with him that way, kill Iahotep like the dog he was and take hold of the power he was meant to hold.
The thoughts flickered through his mind, eyes firmly on her own as he felt himself drawn slightly closer. Had the maid not interrupted he might have found his lips on hers, but the spell was broken and he allowed Selene to pull away. Smiling as she kissed the horse's nose, he gave a bow to her and allowed space, stepping to hold the halter instead, a thoughtful expression on his lips.
"Farewell, my lady Selene. Give my best to the queen, I shall seek you out as soon as possible."
It felt like both promise and threat, and he watched the women disappear into the palace with a darkness in his expression. He may have to leave, return to Egypt and give the news of the change in regime, but he would find a way to take Selene of Leventi into his home, by love or war.
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"I look forward to one day showing you what my home country has to offer. When your family allows it."
It was a bold offer to say the least, but even before he let go of her hand he was drafting the letter in his mind. Whispers had found him before of the Leventi women and their beauty, and now seeing her for himself he knew he had to have her. If she would not leave with him now, he could use what pull he had to request the match through her family instead, especially if he could find a way to swing this to his advantage. The pharaoh would be jealous, and Hatshepsut... he hate to think of causing her any pain. Perhaps he couldn't go through with this, but he had to at least try.
Marrying a woman related to a Greek queen, one of exceptional beauty, that could give him the leverage necessary to unseat the man he wanted dead. With the power of Greek armies combined with his own, a promise for a treaty of peace with Taengea at least, if only he was put on the throne. He could keep Hatshepsut with him that way, kill Iahotep like the dog he was and take hold of the power he was meant to hold.
The thoughts flickered through his mind, eyes firmly on her own as he felt himself drawn slightly closer. Had the maid not interrupted he might have found his lips on hers, but the spell was broken and he allowed Selene to pull away. Smiling as she kissed the horse's nose, he gave a bow to her and allowed space, stepping to hold the halter instead, a thoughtful expression on his lips.
"Farewell, my lady Selene. Give my best to the queen, I shall seek you out as soon as possible."
It felt like both promise and threat, and he watched the women disappear into the palace with a darkness in his expression. He may have to leave, return to Egypt and give the news of the change in regime, but he would find a way to take Selene of Leventi into his home, by love or war.
"I look forward to one day showing you what my home country has to offer. When your family allows it."
It was a bold offer to say the least, but even before he let go of her hand he was drafting the letter in his mind. Whispers had found him before of the Leventi women and their beauty, and now seeing her for himself he knew he had to have her. If she would not leave with him now, he could use what pull he had to request the match through her family instead, especially if he could find a way to swing this to his advantage. The pharaoh would be jealous, and Hatshepsut... he hate to think of causing her any pain. Perhaps he couldn't go through with this, but he had to at least try.
Marrying a woman related to a Greek queen, one of exceptional beauty, that could give him the leverage necessary to unseat the man he wanted dead. With the power of Greek armies combined with his own, a promise for a treaty of peace with Taengea at least, if only he was put on the throne. He could keep Hatshepsut with him that way, kill Iahotep like the dog he was and take hold of the power he was meant to hold.
The thoughts flickered through his mind, eyes firmly on her own as he felt himself drawn slightly closer. Had the maid not interrupted he might have found his lips on hers, but the spell was broken and he allowed Selene to pull away. Smiling as she kissed the horse's nose, he gave a bow to her and allowed space, stepping to hold the halter instead, a thoughtful expression on his lips.
"Farewell, my lady Selene. Give my best to the queen, I shall seek you out as soon as possible."
It felt like both promise and threat, and he watched the women disappear into the palace with a darkness in his expression. He may have to leave, return to Egypt and give the news of the change in regime, but he would find a way to take Selene of Leventi into his home, by love or war.