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Emilios had been trying to make it home in time for the festival. Originally, they had left Athenia with plenty of time to make it back home. But poor weather had caused a change of course, which had taken them far from their normal path. When they had been set to return two days prior to the first day, his ship only finally made the docks on the final day-- the races. Sometimes, he participated, but as his horses were not ready and chariot still housed back at the house, the best he could hope for was to see Theo and perhaps watch the races from the side, if he had time
They had to be secretive about their relationship. If her family knew, there would be no chance for him to be given her hand. As far as he knew, his father was in talks with the Leventi men about the intent to marry into the fold. But having been gone for as long as he had, there had been no news as to how it was proceeding, there was no way he would have known the progress. Anxious to see her, he sent one of his men out the moment their boat was anchored to find her. She was never very hard to find-- the Leventi girls couldn't go anywhere without being talked about.
He found the girls among the merchants, and in what seemed like a normal move, a note was dropped close enough that only she could see it. Bumping into Selene caused a distraction enough that the note wouldn't be noticed by her sisters. All it said was 'Our place. Before the race'
That would clear out her house and give him plenty of time to be alone with her before the races began.
He made haste to finish his work at the dock, quickly making way to his own home to clean himself up after a month on the ship. It didn't take him long until he was waiting on the outskirts of her family's property. The stables were their meeting point, and from there they would disappear into seclusion. He'd brought her back fletching, of all things, thinking she would appreciate the unique feathers for her arrows. It wasn't as if she needed jewels, and she certainly didn't want what he'd been led to believe women wanted. And he loved that about her.
Leaning against the shadowed side of the stables, he waited.
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Emilios had been trying to make it home in time for the festival. Originally, they had left Athenia with plenty of time to make it back home. But poor weather had caused a change of course, which had taken them far from their normal path. When they had been set to return two days prior to the first day, his ship only finally made the docks on the final day-- the races. Sometimes, he participated, but as his horses were not ready and chariot still housed back at the house, the best he could hope for was to see Theo and perhaps watch the races from the side, if he had time
They had to be secretive about their relationship. If her family knew, there would be no chance for him to be given her hand. As far as he knew, his father was in talks with the Leventi men about the intent to marry into the fold. But having been gone for as long as he had, there had been no news as to how it was proceeding, there was no way he would have known the progress. Anxious to see her, he sent one of his men out the moment their boat was anchored to find her. She was never very hard to find-- the Leventi girls couldn't go anywhere without being talked about.
He found the girls among the merchants, and in what seemed like a normal move, a note was dropped close enough that only she could see it. Bumping into Selene caused a distraction enough that the note wouldn't be noticed by her sisters. All it said was 'Our place. Before the race'
That would clear out her house and give him plenty of time to be alone with her before the races began.
He made haste to finish his work at the dock, quickly making way to his own home to clean himself up after a month on the ship. It didn't take him long until he was waiting on the outskirts of her family's property. The stables were their meeting point, and from there they would disappear into seclusion. He'd brought her back fletching, of all things, thinking she would appreciate the unique feathers for her arrows. It wasn't as if she needed jewels, and she certainly didn't want what he'd been led to believe women wanted. And he loved that about her.
Leaning against the shadowed side of the stables, he waited.
Emilios had been trying to make it home in time for the festival. Originally, they had left Athenia with plenty of time to make it back home. But poor weather had caused a change of course, which had taken them far from their normal path. When they had been set to return two days prior to the first day, his ship only finally made the docks on the final day-- the races. Sometimes, he participated, but as his horses were not ready and chariot still housed back at the house, the best he could hope for was to see Theo and perhaps watch the races from the side, if he had time
They had to be secretive about their relationship. If her family knew, there would be no chance for him to be given her hand. As far as he knew, his father was in talks with the Leventi men about the intent to marry into the fold. But having been gone for as long as he had, there had been no news as to how it was proceeding, there was no way he would have known the progress. Anxious to see her, he sent one of his men out the moment their boat was anchored to find her. She was never very hard to find-- the Leventi girls couldn't go anywhere without being talked about.
He found the girls among the merchants, and in what seemed like a normal move, a note was dropped close enough that only she could see it. Bumping into Selene caused a distraction enough that the note wouldn't be noticed by her sisters. All it said was 'Our place. Before the race'
That would clear out her house and give him plenty of time to be alone with her before the races began.
He made haste to finish his work at the dock, quickly making way to his own home to clean himself up after a month on the ship. It didn't take him long until he was waiting on the outskirts of her family's property. The stables were their meeting point, and from there they would disappear into seclusion. He'd brought her back fletching, of all things, thinking she would appreciate the unique feathers for her arrows. It wasn't as if she needed jewels, and she certainly didn't want what he'd been led to believe women wanted. And he loved that about her.
Leaning against the shadowed side of the stables, he waited.
Theo's time with her sisters seemed trivial and superficial when so much weighed on her heart. But they were all quite busy and it was rare that they could venture out together in such a fashion; especially without guards. As usual, attentions were turned to Selene and helping her find a fine chiton to wear to the races and the events after and before long, she found herself not forgetting about her troubles, but at least being able to push them to the back of her mind; beneath piles of linen, cotton, wool and silk of all colors.
They were an affectionate trio; not quick to jealousy or anger. Theo twisted a lock of Pia's hair around her finger as she spoke and Selene would straighten the fold of her chiton. They gushed over Theo's upcoming wedding...planning the event right under her that Theo had no desire to think about. She knew she should be happier about the arrangement; her sister's earnest replies of envy were enough to tell her that. But all she could think about was Emilios.
As they poured over merchants wares and were catered to as if queens, she lost track of the time; of the moment until a disturbance erupted and a guard with a crimson and gold coat of arms bumped into Selene distractedly. Theo's heart leapt into her throat and she swept up the small missive that had been rolled tightly and dropped in front of the material she was standing behind. She sucked in a gasping breath; her cheeks flushing...knowing it was from Emilios. He'd done this countless times before and every time her body reacted the same. A flood of adrenaline coursed through her as she tucked it into the folds of her gown...but she felt a slow creeping of dread as well. He was back. He was here. Every fiber in her wanted to go to him now; to find him and curl into his hard embrace. ...But if he didn't know about her engagement, she would have to tell him. Either way, their pleasant reunion would be relegated to little or next to nothing. Pia said something and then called to her to get her attention. "Hmm? Oh... Yes.. it's lovely.." Though she wasn't quite sure what they were talking about. "Please excuse me, dear...I just need a breath of fresh air.." She slipped away before either of them could protest and slid stealthfully around a corner before breaking the seal of the note and unrolled it clumsily; reading over his words as if hearing him say them herself. And then she read them again; committing them to memory. It said so very little, however and gave no indication if he knew about her engagement or not.
Restraining herself, she kept from wrinkling it as she pressed it against her breast and, with shaky hands, she rolled it back up; placing it into her top near her cleavage. Taking a breath and brushing her hand against her forehead, she turned and went back to the girls to finish their shopping excursion.
The time in the market felt unending now that she knew she would see Emilios. Her emotions vacillated between excitement and anxiety. What could she say to him? Nothing sounded right in her head. It all seemed inadequate. She knew, in the end, she'd just have to let her heart speak for itself.
Finally, Selene found a few bolts of fabric she loved and they were able to head back to their city quarters. Almost immediately, she feigned fatigue and slipped away from her family; going to her rooms until they'd all left for the races. Part of her was glad she wouldn't have to go. She couldn't pretend to cheer on Achilleas. ...Not yet, at least. Once they'd all left and the house was quieter, her mother checked in on her but then left her alone. And so Theo ventured out through the gardens to their smaller city stables. With silent steps, she rounded the corner to the small alcove that they'd made their own; ducking behind a wall where she found him waiting for her. Unable to contain herself, she vaulted into his arms; wrapping her legs around him as her mouth found his. Despite everything that happened yesterday, it seemed like a lifetime since he'd left. She'd missed him horribly and she just needed to feel the strength of his arms around her; the smell of his skin and the heat of his body.
Her hand pressed against his face; thumb caressing his cheekbone as she kissed him. Finally, after she was breathless from their embrace, she pulled back so she could look down at him. "I hate when you leave me... It makes life altogether unbearable when you're gone... Tell me how much you missed me and that you love me and that no one else can compare to me and I may forgive you for your neglect..." She smiled playfully; forgetting what needed to be said at least for a moment while she basked in his adoration of her and she in him.
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Theo's time with her sisters seemed trivial and superficial when so much weighed on her heart. But they were all quite busy and it was rare that they could venture out together in such a fashion; especially without guards. As usual, attentions were turned to Selene and helping her find a fine chiton to wear to the races and the events after and before long, she found herself not forgetting about her troubles, but at least being able to push them to the back of her mind; beneath piles of linen, cotton, wool and silk of all colors.
They were an affectionate trio; not quick to jealousy or anger. Theo twisted a lock of Pia's hair around her finger as she spoke and Selene would straighten the fold of her chiton. They gushed over Theo's upcoming wedding...planning the event right under her that Theo had no desire to think about. She knew she should be happier about the arrangement; her sister's earnest replies of envy were enough to tell her that. But all she could think about was Emilios.
As they poured over merchants wares and were catered to as if queens, she lost track of the time; of the moment until a disturbance erupted and a guard with a crimson and gold coat of arms bumped into Selene distractedly. Theo's heart leapt into her throat and she swept up the small missive that had been rolled tightly and dropped in front of the material she was standing behind. She sucked in a gasping breath; her cheeks flushing...knowing it was from Emilios. He'd done this countless times before and every time her body reacted the same. A flood of adrenaline coursed through her as she tucked it into the folds of her gown...but she felt a slow creeping of dread as well. He was back. He was here. Every fiber in her wanted to go to him now; to find him and curl into his hard embrace. ...But if he didn't know about her engagement, she would have to tell him. Either way, their pleasant reunion would be relegated to little or next to nothing. Pia said something and then called to her to get her attention. "Hmm? Oh... Yes.. it's lovely.." Though she wasn't quite sure what they were talking about. "Please excuse me, dear...I just need a breath of fresh air.." She slipped away before either of them could protest and slid stealthfully around a corner before breaking the seal of the note and unrolled it clumsily; reading over his words as if hearing him say them herself. And then she read them again; committing them to memory. It said so very little, however and gave no indication if he knew about her engagement or not.
Restraining herself, she kept from wrinkling it as she pressed it against her breast and, with shaky hands, she rolled it back up; placing it into her top near her cleavage. Taking a breath and brushing her hand against her forehead, she turned and went back to the girls to finish their shopping excursion.
The time in the market felt unending now that she knew she would see Emilios. Her emotions vacillated between excitement and anxiety. What could she say to him? Nothing sounded right in her head. It all seemed inadequate. She knew, in the end, she'd just have to let her heart speak for itself.
Finally, Selene found a few bolts of fabric she loved and they were able to head back to their city quarters. Almost immediately, she feigned fatigue and slipped away from her family; going to her rooms until they'd all left for the races. Part of her was glad she wouldn't have to go. She couldn't pretend to cheer on Achilleas. ...Not yet, at least. Once they'd all left and the house was quieter, her mother checked in on her but then left her alone. And so Theo ventured out through the gardens to their smaller city stables. With silent steps, she rounded the corner to the small alcove that they'd made their own; ducking behind a wall where she found him waiting for her. Unable to contain herself, she vaulted into his arms; wrapping her legs around him as her mouth found his. Despite everything that happened yesterday, it seemed like a lifetime since he'd left. She'd missed him horribly and she just needed to feel the strength of his arms around her; the smell of his skin and the heat of his body.
Her hand pressed against his face; thumb caressing his cheekbone as she kissed him. Finally, after she was breathless from their embrace, she pulled back so she could look down at him. "I hate when you leave me... It makes life altogether unbearable when you're gone... Tell me how much you missed me and that you love me and that no one else can compare to me and I may forgive you for your neglect..." She smiled playfully; forgetting what needed to be said at least for a moment while she basked in his adoration of her and she in him.
Theo's time with her sisters seemed trivial and superficial when so much weighed on her heart. But they were all quite busy and it was rare that they could venture out together in such a fashion; especially without guards. As usual, attentions were turned to Selene and helping her find a fine chiton to wear to the races and the events after and before long, she found herself not forgetting about her troubles, but at least being able to push them to the back of her mind; beneath piles of linen, cotton, wool and silk of all colors.
They were an affectionate trio; not quick to jealousy or anger. Theo twisted a lock of Pia's hair around her finger as she spoke and Selene would straighten the fold of her chiton. They gushed over Theo's upcoming wedding...planning the event right under her that Theo had no desire to think about. She knew she should be happier about the arrangement; her sister's earnest replies of envy were enough to tell her that. But all she could think about was Emilios.
As they poured over merchants wares and were catered to as if queens, she lost track of the time; of the moment until a disturbance erupted and a guard with a crimson and gold coat of arms bumped into Selene distractedly. Theo's heart leapt into her throat and she swept up the small missive that had been rolled tightly and dropped in front of the material she was standing behind. She sucked in a gasping breath; her cheeks flushing...knowing it was from Emilios. He'd done this countless times before and every time her body reacted the same. A flood of adrenaline coursed through her as she tucked it into the folds of her gown...but she felt a slow creeping of dread as well. He was back. He was here. Every fiber in her wanted to go to him now; to find him and curl into his hard embrace. ...But if he didn't know about her engagement, she would have to tell him. Either way, their pleasant reunion would be relegated to little or next to nothing. Pia said something and then called to her to get her attention. "Hmm? Oh... Yes.. it's lovely.." Though she wasn't quite sure what they were talking about. "Please excuse me, dear...I just need a breath of fresh air.." She slipped away before either of them could protest and slid stealthfully around a corner before breaking the seal of the note and unrolled it clumsily; reading over his words as if hearing him say them herself. And then she read them again; committing them to memory. It said so very little, however and gave no indication if he knew about her engagement or not.
Restraining herself, she kept from wrinkling it as she pressed it against her breast and, with shaky hands, she rolled it back up; placing it into her top near her cleavage. Taking a breath and brushing her hand against her forehead, she turned and went back to the girls to finish their shopping excursion.
The time in the market felt unending now that she knew she would see Emilios. Her emotions vacillated between excitement and anxiety. What could she say to him? Nothing sounded right in her head. It all seemed inadequate. She knew, in the end, she'd just have to let her heart speak for itself.
Finally, Selene found a few bolts of fabric she loved and they were able to head back to their city quarters. Almost immediately, she feigned fatigue and slipped away from her family; going to her rooms until they'd all left for the races. Part of her was glad she wouldn't have to go. She couldn't pretend to cheer on Achilleas. ...Not yet, at least. Once they'd all left and the house was quieter, her mother checked in on her but then left her alone. And so Theo ventured out through the gardens to their smaller city stables. With silent steps, she rounded the corner to the small alcove that they'd made their own; ducking behind a wall where she found him waiting for her. Unable to contain herself, she vaulted into his arms; wrapping her legs around him as her mouth found his. Despite everything that happened yesterday, it seemed like a lifetime since he'd left. She'd missed him horribly and she just needed to feel the strength of his arms around her; the smell of his skin and the heat of his body.
Her hand pressed against his face; thumb caressing his cheekbone as she kissed him. Finally, after she was breathless from their embrace, she pulled back so she could look down at him. "I hate when you leave me... It makes life altogether unbearable when you're gone... Tell me how much you missed me and that you love me and that no one else can compare to me and I may forgive you for your neglect..." She smiled playfully; forgetting what needed to be said at least for a moment while she basked in his adoration of her and she in him.
He heard her moments before he saw her, which prepared him to catch her in her hurried embrace. His hand settled into her backside, holding her close to him as his lips eagerly met hers. The scent of her was intoxicating, and he was sure that he would die before he could himself sick of experiencing it. There was true joy in their reunion, and he refused to think of anything but her in this moment. He turned her so that she was pressed against the wall of the stable, smiling with her. And laughter, for he was pleased with her teasing.
"If I am to be a worthy man for you, then I must leave. But you know how difficult it is to be without you. Without the largest part of my heart." He let a hand move from her back, brushing the curls away from her face. "It would seem that the sun has finally returned into the sky, for each moment without you was dark." He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You haunted my every dream, sweet Theo, and must know that there is no one I needed to see more than you. My eyes have longed for the sight of you. And I have longed to have you beneath me once more." There was a breathe, another kiss.
And a sigh.
He didn't say anything else, instead allow his lips to claim hers for his own pleasure. There was a slight desperation to make up for lost time, to find the security of her embrace that had been gone for so long. Her touch was intoxicating, fueled him into a passionate assault on her lips. Emilios couldn't stand to be away like this, and as eager as he was for new of a potential marriage between them, he instead focused on the taste of wine on her lips and his very heart in her hands.
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He heard her moments before he saw her, which prepared him to catch her in her hurried embrace. His hand settled into her backside, holding her close to him as his lips eagerly met hers. The scent of her was intoxicating, and he was sure that he would die before he could himself sick of experiencing it. There was true joy in their reunion, and he refused to think of anything but her in this moment. He turned her so that she was pressed against the wall of the stable, smiling with her. And laughter, for he was pleased with her teasing.
"If I am to be a worthy man for you, then I must leave. But you know how difficult it is to be without you. Without the largest part of my heart." He let a hand move from her back, brushing the curls away from her face. "It would seem that the sun has finally returned into the sky, for each moment without you was dark." He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You haunted my every dream, sweet Theo, and must know that there is no one I needed to see more than you. My eyes have longed for the sight of you. And I have longed to have you beneath me once more." There was a breathe, another kiss.
And a sigh.
He didn't say anything else, instead allow his lips to claim hers for his own pleasure. There was a slight desperation to make up for lost time, to find the security of her embrace that had been gone for so long. Her touch was intoxicating, fueled him into a passionate assault on her lips. Emilios couldn't stand to be away like this, and as eager as he was for new of a potential marriage between them, he instead focused on the taste of wine on her lips and his very heart in her hands.
He heard her moments before he saw her, which prepared him to catch her in her hurried embrace. His hand settled into her backside, holding her close to him as his lips eagerly met hers. The scent of her was intoxicating, and he was sure that he would die before he could himself sick of experiencing it. There was true joy in their reunion, and he refused to think of anything but her in this moment. He turned her so that she was pressed against the wall of the stable, smiling with her. And laughter, for he was pleased with her teasing.
"If I am to be a worthy man for you, then I must leave. But you know how difficult it is to be without you. Without the largest part of my heart." He let a hand move from her back, brushing the curls away from her face. "It would seem that the sun has finally returned into the sky, for each moment without you was dark." He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You haunted my every dream, sweet Theo, and must know that there is no one I needed to see more than you. My eyes have longed for the sight of you. And I have longed to have you beneath me once more." There was a breathe, another kiss.
And a sigh.
He didn't say anything else, instead allow his lips to claim hers for his own pleasure. There was a slight desperation to make up for lost time, to find the security of her embrace that had been gone for so long. Her touch was intoxicating, fueled him into a passionate assault on her lips. Emilios couldn't stand to be away like this, and as eager as he was for new of a potential marriage between them, he instead focused on the taste of wine on her lips and his very heart in her hands.
He didn't know.
The way he caught her and kissed her back just as passionately. How his hands moved around her as he twisted to press her back against the wall and how he was just as desperate to feel her as she was him. She knew he didn't know. But she didn't have the ability to care. She'd missed him terribly and the happiness at seeing her weighed too heavily on her right now to want to broach the topic.
With a laugh at her teasing, he launched into a stream of prose. She brushed kisses against the bridge of his nose and cheeks; along his jaw and neck as he talked; only half paying attention to his words. From time to time she'd interrupt them to kiss him before continuing her ministrations against the other side of his face. She chuckled at his words of being worthy. There was no one more worthy. Even without lands and a title, he was worthy because neither mattered to her. When she was with him she felt impetuous; impulsive and carefree. He was the only person who saw her for who she was; not in the shadow of someone else. Perhaps it was because they were both second-born but they both flourished in the appreciation each leveled upon each other.
Where his words ended, his kisses began and he found her mouth again. She struggled between tangled lips to speak hastily against his mouth. "There is no one more worthy....you needn't sail far and wide to be worthy of me. I am yours. I am always yours. I forgive you for leaving." She smiled playfully against his mouth as she continued to speak. "Make love to me.... I've been without you for far too long.."
Their embraces were feverish. Her fingers trembled as she helped him undress just enough while tugging at her own skirts to help him find her. She felt rushed and hasty but she was no less anxious to have him inside her. When he finally entered her she clung to him as he thrust against her. She adored their lovemaking. It was never the same. At times it could be slow; intense... every touch burning trails of fire on her skin. Other times it could be angry and forceful. And then times like this..when it'd been ages since they'd seen each other and they couldn't wait, it was hurried, anxious and passionate.
When they finally met their release, she sank with him; keeping her legs straddling his waist as he sat down. She brushed kisses against his forehead as they both struggled to breathe; her knees shaky and her arms weak. She thought of him leaving her again. The remnants of what happened yesterday slowly intruding on her blissful reunion and she brushed her nose against his cheek. Her fingers played against his jaw as she gave a long sigh of contentment and weariness. "Take me away, Emilios... Let's find a boat and....sail to Egypt. ...Or Rome. ....We could find an island that no one knows about and grow old together on it. To Hades with propriety and society. To Hades with our families and obligations. We can live as sheep and goat herders... or raise horses. I'm sure I could learn how to weave and you to Shepard...."
She was only half kidding. There was a mild tone of urgency in her voice. Maybe that's all they needed. To run. Somewhere else... anywhere else, they wouldn't have to worry about Achilleas...or the engagement. They wouldn't have to figure out how to call it off and the scandal that would ensue. Or the shame she would bring to her family. None of it would matter because she would have him.
She gave a long sigh and pressed her forehead against his temple as she murmured sorrowfully against his jaw. "If only you'd arrived yesterday, my love... Yesterday I could spare you the hell I've been living in since."
When he questioned her, she hesitated. She leaned back to stare into his eyes. Her thumb traced his cheekbone and she memorized how he looked now; the love that radiated off of him. She needed it to fortify her. But most of all, she needed to see him the way he looked at her before; unguarded and unburdened by the knowledge of her betrothal. Here his love was pure. Would he hate her once he knew? Would he turn on her and refuse to see her? She couldn't think of her life without him. They'd made plans. They had dreams. Months of envisioning their life together were about to come crashing down around them.
She drew in a shaky breath. "...Your family came to the dinner last night to negotiate with my father for my hand. I said yes. Immediately I said yes. There's nothing I want more than to marry you. ...But their negotiations weren't for us." She closed her eyes and looked down and she finally admitted: "I'm to marry your brother..."
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The way he caught her and kissed her back just as passionately. How his hands moved around her as he twisted to press her back against the wall and how he was just as desperate to feel her as she was him. She knew he didn't know. But she didn't have the ability to care. She'd missed him terribly and the happiness at seeing her weighed too heavily on her right now to want to broach the topic.
With a laugh at her teasing, he launched into a stream of prose. She brushed kisses against the bridge of his nose and cheeks; along his jaw and neck as he talked; only half paying attention to his words. From time to time she'd interrupt them to kiss him before continuing her ministrations against the other side of his face. She chuckled at his words of being worthy. There was no one more worthy. Even without lands and a title, he was worthy because neither mattered to her. When she was with him she felt impetuous; impulsive and carefree. He was the only person who saw her for who she was; not in the shadow of someone else. Perhaps it was because they were both second-born but they both flourished in the appreciation each leveled upon each other.
Where his words ended, his kisses began and he found her mouth again. She struggled between tangled lips to speak hastily against his mouth. "There is no one more worthy....you needn't sail far and wide to be worthy of me. I am yours. I am always yours. I forgive you for leaving." She smiled playfully against his mouth as she continued to speak. "Make love to me.... I've been without you for far too long.."
Their embraces were feverish. Her fingers trembled as she helped him undress just enough while tugging at her own skirts to help him find her. She felt rushed and hasty but she was no less anxious to have him inside her. When he finally entered her she clung to him as he thrust against her. She adored their lovemaking. It was never the same. At times it could be slow; intense... every touch burning trails of fire on her skin. Other times it could be angry and forceful. And then times like this..when it'd been ages since they'd seen each other and they couldn't wait, it was hurried, anxious and passionate.
When they finally met their release, she sank with him; keeping her legs straddling his waist as he sat down. She brushed kisses against his forehead as they both struggled to breathe; her knees shaky and her arms weak. She thought of him leaving her again. The remnants of what happened yesterday slowly intruding on her blissful reunion and she brushed her nose against his cheek. Her fingers played against his jaw as she gave a long sigh of contentment and weariness. "Take me away, Emilios... Let's find a boat and....sail to Egypt. ...Or Rome. ....We could find an island that no one knows about and grow old together on it. To Hades with propriety and society. To Hades with our families and obligations. We can live as sheep and goat herders... or raise horses. I'm sure I could learn how to weave and you to Shepard...."
She was only half kidding. There was a mild tone of urgency in her voice. Maybe that's all they needed. To run. Somewhere else... anywhere else, they wouldn't have to worry about Achilleas...or the engagement. They wouldn't have to figure out how to call it off and the scandal that would ensue. Or the shame she would bring to her family. None of it would matter because she would have him.
She gave a long sigh and pressed her forehead against his temple as she murmured sorrowfully against his jaw. "If only you'd arrived yesterday, my love... Yesterday I could spare you the hell I've been living in since."
When he questioned her, she hesitated. She leaned back to stare into his eyes. Her thumb traced his cheekbone and she memorized how he looked now; the love that radiated off of him. She needed it to fortify her. But most of all, she needed to see him the way he looked at her before; unguarded and unburdened by the knowledge of her betrothal. Here his love was pure. Would he hate her once he knew? Would he turn on her and refuse to see her? She couldn't think of her life without him. They'd made plans. They had dreams. Months of envisioning their life together were about to come crashing down around them.
She drew in a shaky breath. "...Your family came to the dinner last night to negotiate with my father for my hand. I said yes. Immediately I said yes. There's nothing I want more than to marry you. ...But their negotiations weren't for us." She closed her eyes and looked down and she finally admitted: "I'm to marry your brother..."
He didn't know.
The way he caught her and kissed her back just as passionately. How his hands moved around her as he twisted to press her back against the wall and how he was just as desperate to feel her as she was him. She knew he didn't know. But she didn't have the ability to care. She'd missed him terribly and the happiness at seeing her weighed too heavily on her right now to want to broach the topic.
With a laugh at her teasing, he launched into a stream of prose. She brushed kisses against the bridge of his nose and cheeks; along his jaw and neck as he talked; only half paying attention to his words. From time to time she'd interrupt them to kiss him before continuing her ministrations against the other side of his face. She chuckled at his words of being worthy. There was no one more worthy. Even without lands and a title, he was worthy because neither mattered to her. When she was with him she felt impetuous; impulsive and carefree. He was the only person who saw her for who she was; not in the shadow of someone else. Perhaps it was because they were both second-born but they both flourished in the appreciation each leveled upon each other.
Where his words ended, his kisses began and he found her mouth again. She struggled between tangled lips to speak hastily against his mouth. "There is no one more worthy....you needn't sail far and wide to be worthy of me. I am yours. I am always yours. I forgive you for leaving." She smiled playfully against his mouth as she continued to speak. "Make love to me.... I've been without you for far too long.."
Their embraces were feverish. Her fingers trembled as she helped him undress just enough while tugging at her own skirts to help him find her. She felt rushed and hasty but she was no less anxious to have him inside her. When he finally entered her she clung to him as he thrust against her. She adored their lovemaking. It was never the same. At times it could be slow; intense... every touch burning trails of fire on her skin. Other times it could be angry and forceful. And then times like this..when it'd been ages since they'd seen each other and they couldn't wait, it was hurried, anxious and passionate.
When they finally met their release, she sank with him; keeping her legs straddling his waist as he sat down. She brushed kisses against his forehead as they both struggled to breathe; her knees shaky and her arms weak. She thought of him leaving her again. The remnants of what happened yesterday slowly intruding on her blissful reunion and she brushed her nose against his cheek. Her fingers played against his jaw as she gave a long sigh of contentment and weariness. "Take me away, Emilios... Let's find a boat and....sail to Egypt. ...Or Rome. ....We could find an island that no one knows about and grow old together on it. To Hades with propriety and society. To Hades with our families and obligations. We can live as sheep and goat herders... or raise horses. I'm sure I could learn how to weave and you to Shepard...."
She was only half kidding. There was a mild tone of urgency in her voice. Maybe that's all they needed. To run. Somewhere else... anywhere else, they wouldn't have to worry about Achilleas...or the engagement. They wouldn't have to figure out how to call it off and the scandal that would ensue. Or the shame she would bring to her family. None of it would matter because she would have him.
She gave a long sigh and pressed her forehead against his temple as she murmured sorrowfully against his jaw. "If only you'd arrived yesterday, my love... Yesterday I could spare you the hell I've been living in since."
When he questioned her, she hesitated. She leaned back to stare into his eyes. Her thumb traced his cheekbone and she memorized how he looked now; the love that radiated off of him. She needed it to fortify her. But most of all, she needed to see him the way he looked at her before; unguarded and unburdened by the knowledge of her betrothal. Here his love was pure. Would he hate her once he knew? Would he turn on her and refuse to see her? She couldn't think of her life without him. They'd made plans. They had dreams. Months of envisioning their life together were about to come crashing down around them.
She drew in a shaky breath. "...Your family came to the dinner last night to negotiate with my father for my hand. I said yes. Immediately I said yes. There's nothing I want more than to marry you. ...But their negotiations weren't for us." She closed her eyes and looked down and she finally admitted: "I'm to marry your brother..."
By the time he had briefly been home, everyone had already left. There had been no one to step him, no one to ask him if he had heard the news. They were already assisted his brother in his preparations for the race. So the house had been close to empty by the time he rushed through, changing to come meet Theo as soon as he could. With the delay in his travels, how would he have known?
His eyes sparkled as she begged him to make love to her. "I am always your humble servant, Theodora." And set to do just that. He wanted it to be slow, wanted to enjoy the reunion. There was very little chance of them being discovered by anyone out here. He wanted to spend his time worshipping her body. She had been blessed by Aphrodite, and it was his duty to worship her the same way he might worship the goddess as well. His lips needed to leave prayers across the alter of his breasts, lit candles in worship on her skin. There was no doubt from anyone that he was not a most dutiful servant to his goddess. But she was pressing him in haste, and he was caught up in the need for her that any intentions of a prayer service were lost in desperation.
He pressed into her entrance and it was then that he finally felt like he was home. In her warmth, he set a rhythm, then changed it. He was completely unrushed, and the fact that he would push her close to only back off was proof of that. He wanted to memorize the way her face look in those moments, when bliss was so close, so unguarded. But he soon found himself unable to stop this teasing pace. But the time he found his released, he had taken ever effort to make sure that she was satisfied. His knees finally gave way, and they both sank to the ground, her on top of him.
He found her request a bit odd, for the last thing he wanted to do was steal her away in the night. "Egypt has too much sun. Perhaps Italy. But why the rush, Theo? We have plenty of time to figure out the world we want to create for ourselves." He dropped a kiss onto her shoulder, obviously oblivious to the matters that had been put into place last night. He had mentioned to his father that it might be a good chance to speak with the Leventi's about marriage. They all knew Selene was off limits for someone directly in the royal line. But Theodora, he causally mentioned, would be a good match within the family. He had hoped to speak more about it when he returned home.
Little did he know.
"Theodora, what happened?" He asked, his voice taking a concerned tone. Her forehead against his, and her words combined, only increased his obvious confusion. She wasn't making any sense.
And then his world came crashing down.
Maybe he hadn't heard her properly. "What?" He couldn't help the question as it escaped his lips. How could this have been? "Did you know that it was for my brother when you said yes?" He was suddenly furious, wanting to distance himself from her before his anger rose. He shifted his hips, and she was on the ground instead of on him. "My brother?" His eyes matched the disbelief in his tone, because it was easier to be angry. Anger felt safer as his entire future was ripped out from underneath him. "And you didn't think that was something you should have told me before I made a whore of my brother's betrothed?"
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By the time he had briefly been home, everyone had already left. There had been no one to step him, no one to ask him if he had heard the news. They were already assisted his brother in his preparations for the race. So the house had been close to empty by the time he rushed through, changing to come meet Theo as soon as he could. With the delay in his travels, how would he have known?
His eyes sparkled as she begged him to make love to her. "I am always your humble servant, Theodora." And set to do just that. He wanted it to be slow, wanted to enjoy the reunion. There was very little chance of them being discovered by anyone out here. He wanted to spend his time worshipping her body. She had been blessed by Aphrodite, and it was his duty to worship her the same way he might worship the goddess as well. His lips needed to leave prayers across the alter of his breasts, lit candles in worship on her skin. There was no doubt from anyone that he was not a most dutiful servant to his goddess. But she was pressing him in haste, and he was caught up in the need for her that any intentions of a prayer service were lost in desperation.
He pressed into her entrance and it was then that he finally felt like he was home. In her warmth, he set a rhythm, then changed it. He was completely unrushed, and the fact that he would push her close to only back off was proof of that. He wanted to memorize the way her face look in those moments, when bliss was so close, so unguarded. But he soon found himself unable to stop this teasing pace. But the time he found his released, he had taken ever effort to make sure that she was satisfied. His knees finally gave way, and they both sank to the ground, her on top of him.
He found her request a bit odd, for the last thing he wanted to do was steal her away in the night. "Egypt has too much sun. Perhaps Italy. But why the rush, Theo? We have plenty of time to figure out the world we want to create for ourselves." He dropped a kiss onto her shoulder, obviously oblivious to the matters that had been put into place last night. He had mentioned to his father that it might be a good chance to speak with the Leventi's about marriage. They all knew Selene was off limits for someone directly in the royal line. But Theodora, he causally mentioned, would be a good match within the family. He had hoped to speak more about it when he returned home.
Little did he know.
"Theodora, what happened?" He asked, his voice taking a concerned tone. Her forehead against his, and her words combined, only increased his obvious confusion. She wasn't making any sense.
And then his world came crashing down.
Maybe he hadn't heard her properly. "What?" He couldn't help the question as it escaped his lips. How could this have been? "Did you know that it was for my brother when you said yes?" He was suddenly furious, wanting to distance himself from her before his anger rose. He shifted his hips, and she was on the ground instead of on him. "My brother?" His eyes matched the disbelief in his tone, because it was easier to be angry. Anger felt safer as his entire future was ripped out from underneath him. "And you didn't think that was something you should have told me before I made a whore of my brother's betrothed?"
By the time he had briefly been home, everyone had already left. There had been no one to step him, no one to ask him if he had heard the news. They were already assisted his brother in his preparations for the race. So the house had been close to empty by the time he rushed through, changing to come meet Theo as soon as he could. With the delay in his travels, how would he have known?
His eyes sparkled as she begged him to make love to her. "I am always your humble servant, Theodora." And set to do just that. He wanted it to be slow, wanted to enjoy the reunion. There was very little chance of them being discovered by anyone out here. He wanted to spend his time worshipping her body. She had been blessed by Aphrodite, and it was his duty to worship her the same way he might worship the goddess as well. His lips needed to leave prayers across the alter of his breasts, lit candles in worship on her skin. There was no doubt from anyone that he was not a most dutiful servant to his goddess. But she was pressing him in haste, and he was caught up in the need for her that any intentions of a prayer service were lost in desperation.
He pressed into her entrance and it was then that he finally felt like he was home. In her warmth, he set a rhythm, then changed it. He was completely unrushed, and the fact that he would push her close to only back off was proof of that. He wanted to memorize the way her face look in those moments, when bliss was so close, so unguarded. But he soon found himself unable to stop this teasing pace. But the time he found his released, he had taken ever effort to make sure that she was satisfied. His knees finally gave way, and they both sank to the ground, her on top of him.
He found her request a bit odd, for the last thing he wanted to do was steal her away in the night. "Egypt has too much sun. Perhaps Italy. But why the rush, Theo? We have plenty of time to figure out the world we want to create for ourselves." He dropped a kiss onto her shoulder, obviously oblivious to the matters that had been put into place last night. He had mentioned to his father that it might be a good chance to speak with the Leventi's about marriage. They all knew Selene was off limits for someone directly in the royal line. But Theodora, he causally mentioned, would be a good match within the family. He had hoped to speak more about it when he returned home.
Little did he know.
"Theodora, what happened?" He asked, his voice taking a concerned tone. Her forehead against his, and her words combined, only increased his obvious confusion. She wasn't making any sense.
And then his world came crashing down.
Maybe he hadn't heard her properly. "What?" He couldn't help the question as it escaped his lips. How could this have been? "Did you know that it was for my brother when you said yes?" He was suddenly furious, wanting to distance himself from her before his anger rose. He shifted his hips, and she was on the ground instead of on him. "My brother?" His eyes matched the disbelief in his tone, because it was easier to be angry. Anger felt safer as his entire future was ripped out from underneath him. "And you didn't think that was something you should have told me before I made a whore of my brother's betrothed?"
Theo's hands were shaking with nerves; the words she was speaking felt thick in their throat; as if saying it out loud would somehow make it more real than it already was. It was a nightmare. Some twisted dream the Gods enacted and if she didn't talk of it, it never existed. Except that it did. Part of her wished he already knew. That she didn't have to be the one to tell him. ...But at the same time, she doubted his reaction would be any better than what it would be if she told him...in fact, it may have been worse as he wouldn't find out from her, but by someone else.
As soon as she'd told him those features she'd stared at; memorized and burned in her memory were gone. She was glad she'd stopped to remember him as he was; to commit him to memory before because now his face twisted into confusion, anger, and pain. Her heart constricted and she felt the pain of losing him on a visceral level. No more was it something she simply considered. It was now a painful reality. He saw her differently.
She shook her head when he asked her if she knew the arrangement was for Achilleas; unable to look at him again. And the knot in her throat prevented any words from escaping; like a dam that held back a flood, The incredulity in his voice was gut-wrenching. She envied him that he could express it with her. Since the night before she'd had to suppress her despair in front of everyone. Her family.. in the market that morning.. She'd had to pretend that she was...at the very least, nervously excited at the prospect of marrying Achilleas when all she wanted to do was hole up in her room and sob into a pillow. But Theo was the strong one, wasn't she? She was strong for everyone else, so there was no question she was strong for herself.
Save she didn't feel very strong right now. Not with him. With Emilios she could let down her guard; allow her heart to feel and be adored for it. She didn't have to protect anyone or coddle feelings. She didn't have to bolster the confidence of four other sisters and listen to their constant worries and concerns. She could just... be.
With him.
Abruptly he upended her and set her down harshly on the ground. She gave a surprised squeak of shock but said nothing as he asked for clarification; to confirm it was his brother... but she couldn't say anything. And she couldn't see him. Her vision was blurry with tears and she rubbed her hip absently where he'd set her down.
And then he'd leveled on her the final insult. The beauty of their relationship had been their ability to volley back and forth. They could trade quips and hits and laugh about it afterward; poking at each other's tiny nuances, but doing so in love. There was nothing she would change about Emilios. Even the things she found frustrating were characteristics she couldn't imagine him without. But they'd never truly insulted each other. Not with meaning behind it.
When she'd found him behind the stables, she'd gone with the full intent of telling him of what'd happened the night before. But they'd been together dozens of times. It was second nature to seek comfort in his arms; to have his hands on her and for him to bury himself inside her. The necessity of telling him about the engagement fell to the wayside in his presence. She just needed to feel him; to find the comfort she needed in him. To seek shelter when the world was tumbling down around her and that shelter had always been him. At least it had been. Because his words broke down that trust; threw up barriers that had never been there.
The floodgates burst and she released a guttural sob before pressing the back of her wrist to her mouth. If she couldn't look at him before, she damned sure couldn't do it now. The distance that opened up between them seemed to grow from millimeters into miles. What he said wasn't fair, but it wasn't false either. She hadn't thought of it. That it would somehow betray Achilleas because she wasn't his. She was Emilios's. Hadn't she just told him that? But he threw it back at her anyway. Shaking her head, she didn't bother to apologize. Because she wasn't sorry. She could never be sorry for loving him. She had no regrets in being with him and finding comfort in his arms when she needed it. ....But apparently, he did. She stood shakily and without words; an oddity for the woman who always seemed to have a witty quip for any situation. Pushing her skirts down, she turned to leave him as she straightened the strap of her gown. The path was blurry through her shedding tears but she had to get away from him. Before he burned through whatever was left of her heart.
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Theo's hands were shaking with nerves; the words she was speaking felt thick in their throat; as if saying it out loud would somehow make it more real than it already was. It was a nightmare. Some twisted dream the Gods enacted and if she didn't talk of it, it never existed. Except that it did. Part of her wished he already knew. That she didn't have to be the one to tell him. ...But at the same time, she doubted his reaction would be any better than what it would be if she told him...in fact, it may have been worse as he wouldn't find out from her, but by someone else.
As soon as she'd told him those features she'd stared at; memorized and burned in her memory were gone. She was glad she'd stopped to remember him as he was; to commit him to memory before because now his face twisted into confusion, anger, and pain. Her heart constricted and she felt the pain of losing him on a visceral level. No more was it something she simply considered. It was now a painful reality. He saw her differently.
She shook her head when he asked her if she knew the arrangement was for Achilleas; unable to look at him again. And the knot in her throat prevented any words from escaping; like a dam that held back a flood, The incredulity in his voice was gut-wrenching. She envied him that he could express it with her. Since the night before she'd had to suppress her despair in front of everyone. Her family.. in the market that morning.. She'd had to pretend that she was...at the very least, nervously excited at the prospect of marrying Achilleas when all she wanted to do was hole up in her room and sob into a pillow. But Theo was the strong one, wasn't she? She was strong for everyone else, so there was no question she was strong for herself.
Save she didn't feel very strong right now. Not with him. With Emilios she could let down her guard; allow her heart to feel and be adored for it. She didn't have to protect anyone or coddle feelings. She didn't have to bolster the confidence of four other sisters and listen to their constant worries and concerns. She could just... be.
With him.
Abruptly he upended her and set her down harshly on the ground. She gave a surprised squeak of shock but said nothing as he asked for clarification; to confirm it was his brother... but she couldn't say anything. And she couldn't see him. Her vision was blurry with tears and she rubbed her hip absently where he'd set her down.
And then he'd leveled on her the final insult. The beauty of their relationship had been their ability to volley back and forth. They could trade quips and hits and laugh about it afterward; poking at each other's tiny nuances, but doing so in love. There was nothing she would change about Emilios. Even the things she found frustrating were characteristics she couldn't imagine him without. But they'd never truly insulted each other. Not with meaning behind it.
When she'd found him behind the stables, she'd gone with the full intent of telling him of what'd happened the night before. But they'd been together dozens of times. It was second nature to seek comfort in his arms; to have his hands on her and for him to bury himself inside her. The necessity of telling him about the engagement fell to the wayside in his presence. She just needed to feel him; to find the comfort she needed in him. To seek shelter when the world was tumbling down around her and that shelter had always been him. At least it had been. Because his words broke down that trust; threw up barriers that had never been there.
The floodgates burst and she released a guttural sob before pressing the back of her wrist to her mouth. If she couldn't look at him before, she damned sure couldn't do it now. The distance that opened up between them seemed to grow from millimeters into miles. What he said wasn't fair, but it wasn't false either. She hadn't thought of it. That it would somehow betray Achilleas because she wasn't his. She was Emilios's. Hadn't she just told him that? But he threw it back at her anyway. Shaking her head, she didn't bother to apologize. Because she wasn't sorry. She could never be sorry for loving him. She had no regrets in being with him and finding comfort in his arms when she needed it. ....But apparently, he did. She stood shakily and without words; an oddity for the woman who always seemed to have a witty quip for any situation. Pushing her skirts down, she turned to leave him as she straightened the strap of her gown. The path was blurry through her shedding tears but she had to get away from him. Before he burned through whatever was left of her heart.
Theo's hands were shaking with nerves; the words she was speaking felt thick in their throat; as if saying it out loud would somehow make it more real than it already was. It was a nightmare. Some twisted dream the Gods enacted and if she didn't talk of it, it never existed. Except that it did. Part of her wished he already knew. That she didn't have to be the one to tell him. ...But at the same time, she doubted his reaction would be any better than what it would be if she told him...in fact, it may have been worse as he wouldn't find out from her, but by someone else.
As soon as she'd told him those features she'd stared at; memorized and burned in her memory were gone. She was glad she'd stopped to remember him as he was; to commit him to memory before because now his face twisted into confusion, anger, and pain. Her heart constricted and she felt the pain of losing him on a visceral level. No more was it something she simply considered. It was now a painful reality. He saw her differently.
She shook her head when he asked her if she knew the arrangement was for Achilleas; unable to look at him again. And the knot in her throat prevented any words from escaping; like a dam that held back a flood, The incredulity in his voice was gut-wrenching. She envied him that he could express it with her. Since the night before she'd had to suppress her despair in front of everyone. Her family.. in the market that morning.. She'd had to pretend that she was...at the very least, nervously excited at the prospect of marrying Achilleas when all she wanted to do was hole up in her room and sob into a pillow. But Theo was the strong one, wasn't she? She was strong for everyone else, so there was no question she was strong for herself.
Save she didn't feel very strong right now. Not with him. With Emilios she could let down her guard; allow her heart to feel and be adored for it. She didn't have to protect anyone or coddle feelings. She didn't have to bolster the confidence of four other sisters and listen to their constant worries and concerns. She could just... be.
With him.
Abruptly he upended her and set her down harshly on the ground. She gave a surprised squeak of shock but said nothing as he asked for clarification; to confirm it was his brother... but she couldn't say anything. And she couldn't see him. Her vision was blurry with tears and she rubbed her hip absently where he'd set her down.
And then he'd leveled on her the final insult. The beauty of their relationship had been their ability to volley back and forth. They could trade quips and hits and laugh about it afterward; poking at each other's tiny nuances, but doing so in love. There was nothing she would change about Emilios. Even the things she found frustrating were characteristics she couldn't imagine him without. But they'd never truly insulted each other. Not with meaning behind it.
When she'd found him behind the stables, she'd gone with the full intent of telling him of what'd happened the night before. But they'd been together dozens of times. It was second nature to seek comfort in his arms; to have his hands on her and for him to bury himself inside her. The necessity of telling him about the engagement fell to the wayside in his presence. She just needed to feel him; to find the comfort she needed in him. To seek shelter when the world was tumbling down around her and that shelter had always been him. At least it had been. Because his words broke down that trust; threw up barriers that had never been there.
The floodgates burst and she released a guttural sob before pressing the back of her wrist to her mouth. If she couldn't look at him before, she damned sure couldn't do it now. The distance that opened up between them seemed to grow from millimeters into miles. What he said wasn't fair, but it wasn't false either. She hadn't thought of it. That it would somehow betray Achilleas because she wasn't his. She was Emilios's. Hadn't she just told him that? But he threw it back at her anyway. Shaking her head, she didn't bother to apologize. Because she wasn't sorry. She could never be sorry for loving him. She had no regrets in being with him and finding comfort in his arms when she needed it. ....But apparently, he did. She stood shakily and without words; an oddity for the woman who always seemed to have a witty quip for any situation. Pushing her skirts down, she turned to leave him as she straightened the strap of her gown. The path was blurry through her shedding tears but she had to get away from him. Before he burned through whatever was left of her heart.
It was a harsh comment to make, but that didn't make it any less of a true statement. While their relationship had been improper and had been kept a secret, there was very little immoral about it. The secrecy lied in the need to set up the families for a proper marriage. And Emilios had left Taengea thinking that he would be coming home to be able to convince his father that he was a good match for her. But it seemed like his father thought otherwise and set a contact for his brother instead.
No title. No lands. And now, no wife.
He watched her, completely overtaken by his anger at the whole situation. Her retreat only made him more angry. He stood, brushing down his own before taking off after her. "Let me get this straight." He said, following after her. "You knew of the engagement when you came to me this afternoon. And instead of filling me in on the little detail, you let me fill you first. How convenient." He was taking a mean edge to his argument and he knew it. But his feelings were out in the open, spilled before her now. This was his last effort to protect himself from further pain. Her tears seemed to be from her own guilt over the situation and had nothing to do with concern for his own feelings.
"What was real then, Lady Theodora?" He said, reaching her side now. "Was this just an act? Get close to the brother to win the Baron?" He wanted to spit on the ground, but his mouth was so dry he was unable to do so. "How like a Leventi you are. Your mother must be proud." He shook his head, continuing to rage with words. "I give you my heart in your hands, and you have trampled it under your feet as you retreat." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, wanting to toss something, anything. Instead, he just worked to hurt her as much as she had hurt him. "I should have seen you for what you are, instead of what I thought you to be. You shall look pretty in my brother's home, sister." He said with a bitter bite to it, shouting it as she continued to retreat.
Damn him.
Damn her.
Damn them all.
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It was a harsh comment to make, but that didn't make it any less of a true statement. While their relationship had been improper and had been kept a secret, there was very little immoral about it. The secrecy lied in the need to set up the families for a proper marriage. And Emilios had left Taengea thinking that he would be coming home to be able to convince his father that he was a good match for her. But it seemed like his father thought otherwise and set a contact for his brother instead.
No title. No lands. And now, no wife.
He watched her, completely overtaken by his anger at the whole situation. Her retreat only made him more angry. He stood, brushing down his own before taking off after her. "Let me get this straight." He said, following after her. "You knew of the engagement when you came to me this afternoon. And instead of filling me in on the little detail, you let me fill you first. How convenient." He was taking a mean edge to his argument and he knew it. But his feelings were out in the open, spilled before her now. This was his last effort to protect himself from further pain. Her tears seemed to be from her own guilt over the situation and had nothing to do with concern for his own feelings.
"What was real then, Lady Theodora?" He said, reaching her side now. "Was this just an act? Get close to the brother to win the Baron?" He wanted to spit on the ground, but his mouth was so dry he was unable to do so. "How like a Leventi you are. Your mother must be proud." He shook his head, continuing to rage with words. "I give you my heart in your hands, and you have trampled it under your feet as you retreat." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, wanting to toss something, anything. Instead, he just worked to hurt her as much as she had hurt him. "I should have seen you for what you are, instead of what I thought you to be. You shall look pretty in my brother's home, sister." He said with a bitter bite to it, shouting it as she continued to retreat.
Damn him.
Damn her.
Damn them all.
It was a harsh comment to make, but that didn't make it any less of a true statement. While their relationship had been improper and had been kept a secret, there was very little immoral about it. The secrecy lied in the need to set up the families for a proper marriage. And Emilios had left Taengea thinking that he would be coming home to be able to convince his father that he was a good match for her. But it seemed like his father thought otherwise and set a contact for his brother instead.
No title. No lands. And now, no wife.
He watched her, completely overtaken by his anger at the whole situation. Her retreat only made him more angry. He stood, brushing down his own before taking off after her. "Let me get this straight." He said, following after her. "You knew of the engagement when you came to me this afternoon. And instead of filling me in on the little detail, you let me fill you first. How convenient." He was taking a mean edge to his argument and he knew it. But his feelings were out in the open, spilled before her now. This was his last effort to protect himself from further pain. Her tears seemed to be from her own guilt over the situation and had nothing to do with concern for his own feelings.
"What was real then, Lady Theodora?" He said, reaching her side now. "Was this just an act? Get close to the brother to win the Baron?" He wanted to spit on the ground, but his mouth was so dry he was unable to do so. "How like a Leventi you are. Your mother must be proud." He shook his head, continuing to rage with words. "I give you my heart in your hands, and you have trampled it under your feet as you retreat." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, wanting to toss something, anything. Instead, he just worked to hurt her as much as she had hurt him. "I should have seen you for what you are, instead of what I thought you to be. You shall look pretty in my brother's home, sister." He said with a bitter bite to it, shouting it as she continued to retreat.
Damn him.
Damn her.
Damn them all.
Theo knew he was upset. He deserved to be. She deserved to be. The whole situation was the worst possible thing that could happen. But he channeled all of his anger and his rage against her when she had no more control over her own fate than he had over his. She didn't deserve this. She was miserable and if he wanted to end things with a bang, he was doing a fine job of making sure that was exactly what happened.
She thought to walk away with her tail between her legs; to sob it off upstairs and let him think about his words. Maybe he would come around later. Or perhaps he would play the victim and just blame her.... stop speaking to her completely. It would just make it all that much easier, wouldn't it? But he stood and followed her; hurling insults like daggers; each embedding into her heart through her back. Because he struck like a coward would; while she wasn't facing to fight him. She quickened her step; knowing that if she spoke she would also say things she'd regret and she didn't want to regret anything with Emilios. Save this conversation. With the crudeness of his words, she let out another sob. There was no justification for it. What he implied was disgusting and took out any of the emotion she felt for him; as if she'd used him to get off before she leveled the bad news on him. Nothing could be further from the truth.
But he wasn't done.
Seeing how well his words struck home, he hurried to catch up with her. They'd rounded the stables and were in full view of the main house, but only her mother and the servants were home. Around them, ornamental shrubs and lemon trees provided cover from the second story windows, but were they not careful their voices would carry. The secrecy had always been a bit of a thrill. They'd had plans, but before those plans could be implemented, they had to wait. Their affection for each other would not have gone over well on either side without an arrangement. And so, for the impetuosity of desire and the longing to fulfill their own needs, they flaunted propriety. A ladies virtue was all she had and there was apparently reasons she kept it safely guarded. For situations just like this.
She half walked, half ran down the path; her vision blurred from her tears and she kept her hand over her mouth; part to keep from sobbing, part to keep the vile things she was thinking in regard to what he said in. To not fight fire with fire. But a person could only take so much before baseless insults and false allegations became too much and before she had a chance to stop herself she turned and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she turned and shoved him as she fought back against the vitriol he poured on her. "You think I WANT this? That this was PLANNED? I gave you.... EVERYthing!" By now she was sobbing; barely able to see him through the tears. But it was enough to know where to push him back from her. "My heart.." She pushed him back again. "My body.." and again. "My TRUST!" Finally, she clenched her hand into a fist and hit his broad chest with the back of one of them. "I didn't ASK for this. I wanted to marry....YOU. I wanted to be... with YOU! And at the first sign of opposition, you TURN on me! WHAT would you have me do? No... TELL me... " She sobbed and leaned against him; the anger seeping out of her; devolving into complete and utter despair as she pleaded with him. "Tell me, Emilios, and I'll do it. Shall I tell my parents that I won't marry him? Bring shame to my family and anger yours? I'll do it. I swear I will. I'll do anything you want me to. Just tell me what to do..." Her hands curled into his tunic as she tried to speak through her tears. Her question was earnest; slightly desperate. If he told her they would run she would go. If he thought they could dissuade the families and arrange for their marriage, she would. Her mother be damned...she would appeal to her father who had a softer heart. There had to be something they could do and Emilios would find the solution... once he knew it wasn't her fault.
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Theo knew he was upset. He deserved to be. She deserved to be. The whole situation was the worst possible thing that could happen. But he channeled all of his anger and his rage against her when she had no more control over her own fate than he had over his. She didn't deserve this. She was miserable and if he wanted to end things with a bang, he was doing a fine job of making sure that was exactly what happened.
She thought to walk away with her tail between her legs; to sob it off upstairs and let him think about his words. Maybe he would come around later. Or perhaps he would play the victim and just blame her.... stop speaking to her completely. It would just make it all that much easier, wouldn't it? But he stood and followed her; hurling insults like daggers; each embedding into her heart through her back. Because he struck like a coward would; while she wasn't facing to fight him. She quickened her step; knowing that if she spoke she would also say things she'd regret and she didn't want to regret anything with Emilios. Save this conversation. With the crudeness of his words, she let out another sob. There was no justification for it. What he implied was disgusting and took out any of the emotion she felt for him; as if she'd used him to get off before she leveled the bad news on him. Nothing could be further from the truth.
But he wasn't done.
Seeing how well his words struck home, he hurried to catch up with her. They'd rounded the stables and were in full view of the main house, but only her mother and the servants were home. Around them, ornamental shrubs and lemon trees provided cover from the second story windows, but were they not careful their voices would carry. The secrecy had always been a bit of a thrill. They'd had plans, but before those plans could be implemented, they had to wait. Their affection for each other would not have gone over well on either side without an arrangement. And so, for the impetuosity of desire and the longing to fulfill their own needs, they flaunted propriety. A ladies virtue was all she had and there was apparently reasons she kept it safely guarded. For situations just like this.
She half walked, half ran down the path; her vision blurred from her tears and she kept her hand over her mouth; part to keep from sobbing, part to keep the vile things she was thinking in regard to what he said in. To not fight fire with fire. But a person could only take so much before baseless insults and false allegations became too much and before she had a chance to stop herself she turned and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she turned and shoved him as she fought back against the vitriol he poured on her. "You think I WANT this? That this was PLANNED? I gave you.... EVERYthing!" By now she was sobbing; barely able to see him through the tears. But it was enough to know where to push him back from her. "My heart.." She pushed him back again. "My body.." and again. "My TRUST!" Finally, she clenched her hand into a fist and hit his broad chest with the back of one of them. "I didn't ASK for this. I wanted to marry....YOU. I wanted to be... with YOU! And at the first sign of opposition, you TURN on me! WHAT would you have me do? No... TELL me... " She sobbed and leaned against him; the anger seeping out of her; devolving into complete and utter despair as she pleaded with him. "Tell me, Emilios, and I'll do it. Shall I tell my parents that I won't marry him? Bring shame to my family and anger yours? I'll do it. I swear I will. I'll do anything you want me to. Just tell me what to do..." Her hands curled into his tunic as she tried to speak through her tears. Her question was earnest; slightly desperate. If he told her they would run she would go. If he thought they could dissuade the families and arrange for their marriage, she would. Her mother be damned...she would appeal to her father who had a softer heart. There had to be something they could do and Emilios would find the solution... once he knew it wasn't her fault.
Theo knew he was upset. He deserved to be. She deserved to be. The whole situation was the worst possible thing that could happen. But he channeled all of his anger and his rage against her when she had no more control over her own fate than he had over his. She didn't deserve this. She was miserable and if he wanted to end things with a bang, he was doing a fine job of making sure that was exactly what happened.
She thought to walk away with her tail between her legs; to sob it off upstairs and let him think about his words. Maybe he would come around later. Or perhaps he would play the victim and just blame her.... stop speaking to her completely. It would just make it all that much easier, wouldn't it? But he stood and followed her; hurling insults like daggers; each embedding into her heart through her back. Because he struck like a coward would; while she wasn't facing to fight him. She quickened her step; knowing that if she spoke she would also say things she'd regret and she didn't want to regret anything with Emilios. Save this conversation. With the crudeness of his words, she let out another sob. There was no justification for it. What he implied was disgusting and took out any of the emotion she felt for him; as if she'd used him to get off before she leveled the bad news on him. Nothing could be further from the truth.
But he wasn't done.
Seeing how well his words struck home, he hurried to catch up with her. They'd rounded the stables and were in full view of the main house, but only her mother and the servants were home. Around them, ornamental shrubs and lemon trees provided cover from the second story windows, but were they not careful their voices would carry. The secrecy had always been a bit of a thrill. They'd had plans, but before those plans could be implemented, they had to wait. Their affection for each other would not have gone over well on either side without an arrangement. And so, for the impetuosity of desire and the longing to fulfill their own needs, they flaunted propriety. A ladies virtue was all she had and there was apparently reasons she kept it safely guarded. For situations just like this.
She half walked, half ran down the path; her vision blurred from her tears and she kept her hand over her mouth; part to keep from sobbing, part to keep the vile things she was thinking in regard to what he said in. To not fight fire with fire. But a person could only take so much before baseless insults and false allegations became too much and before she had a chance to stop herself she turned and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she turned and shoved him as she fought back against the vitriol he poured on her. "You think I WANT this? That this was PLANNED? I gave you.... EVERYthing!" By now she was sobbing; barely able to see him through the tears. But it was enough to know where to push him back from her. "My heart.." She pushed him back again. "My body.." and again. "My TRUST!" Finally, she clenched her hand into a fist and hit his broad chest with the back of one of them. "I didn't ASK for this. I wanted to marry....YOU. I wanted to be... with YOU! And at the first sign of opposition, you TURN on me! WHAT would you have me do? No... TELL me... " She sobbed and leaned against him; the anger seeping out of her; devolving into complete and utter despair as she pleaded with him. "Tell me, Emilios, and I'll do it. Shall I tell my parents that I won't marry him? Bring shame to my family and anger yours? I'll do it. I swear I will. I'll do anything you want me to. Just tell me what to do..." Her hands curled into his tunic as she tried to speak through her tears. Her question was earnest; slightly desperate. If he told her they would run she would go. If he thought they could dissuade the families and arrange for their marriage, she would. Her mother be damned...she would appeal to her father who had a softer heart. There had to be something they could do and Emilios would find the solution... once he knew it wasn't her fault.
It was easy to blame her, to find her in fault of the whole situations simply because he couldn't imagine that his brother would ever betray him. If he knew anything of his brother, it was that family and loyalty came first. If Emilios has even mentioned that he wanted Theodora, the suggestion by their father would have been pressed to Emilios, he was sure of it. And perhaps, he wasn't just mad at her. He was mad at himself, too. Mad for not making his intentions more obvious to his father. But his own offerings to the Leventi family were meager. No lands to bring in money. No title to provide pride; he was a man of the military who was not going to bring anything to the Leventi name. Hell, he was so far down in the line for the throne that even that was not a potential lead in.
His words were his best weapon at this point, angled and aimed at the least deserving person. But who else could he take them to?
Still, she said nothing in her retreat. And for good reason-- they were in plain sight. But that didn't matter to him. He hurled his accusation and insults at her, wishing she would just turn and say something, Say one word of denial to push aside the decades of losing to his brother. And yes, she was as mute as a stone. He could hear her sobs, and yet that was not enough for him. He was ready to throw another accusation her way when she turned and slapped him. The sting in his cheek was minimal, but it felt better than the ache in his heart. "I do not know what to think, Theo." He said softly, his hands, gripping hers to his chest, stopping her abuse in its place.
"But you certainly made no effort in my own feelings by not telling me the moment you saw me." His voice was calmer, realizing that they were more out in the open and needed to keep his calm. "Instead, you threw yourself into my arms and in turn, we both betrayed my brother." He shook his head, "This isn't opposition, Theodora. If we were to go back on this contract, it would be absolute ruin for both of us. I already have no land. No title. You would be disowned by your family. I would be the laughing stock of the royal family."
He sighed, anger spent. Instead, his heart was building a wall, the sadness saturating his every emotions. "I cannot tell you what to do, because every option means dishonor that neither of us can afford to bring onto our families." He pulled her into him, his arms around her. "I should not be here. I must go home, hear the news from my father and pretend like I am joyous that my brother, once again, gets the spoils while I have to smile and bear my pain without pause." There was more he wanted to say, more he needed to do. But he couldn't. He could not be a part of this. He could not bring dishonor to her, to his brother, all for the sake of his heart.
Duty first.
"I want you to regret not telling me. I want you to do your duty to your family, as I will do mine."
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It was easy to blame her, to find her in fault of the whole situations simply because he couldn't imagine that his brother would ever betray him. If he knew anything of his brother, it was that family and loyalty came first. If Emilios has even mentioned that he wanted Theodora, the suggestion by their father would have been pressed to Emilios, he was sure of it. And perhaps, he wasn't just mad at her. He was mad at himself, too. Mad for not making his intentions more obvious to his father. But his own offerings to the Leventi family were meager. No lands to bring in money. No title to provide pride; he was a man of the military who was not going to bring anything to the Leventi name. Hell, he was so far down in the line for the throne that even that was not a potential lead in.
His words were his best weapon at this point, angled and aimed at the least deserving person. But who else could he take them to?
Still, she said nothing in her retreat. And for good reason-- they were in plain sight. But that didn't matter to him. He hurled his accusation and insults at her, wishing she would just turn and say something, Say one word of denial to push aside the decades of losing to his brother. And yes, she was as mute as a stone. He could hear her sobs, and yet that was not enough for him. He was ready to throw another accusation her way when she turned and slapped him. The sting in his cheek was minimal, but it felt better than the ache in his heart. "I do not know what to think, Theo." He said softly, his hands, gripping hers to his chest, stopping her abuse in its place.
"But you certainly made no effort in my own feelings by not telling me the moment you saw me." His voice was calmer, realizing that they were more out in the open and needed to keep his calm. "Instead, you threw yourself into my arms and in turn, we both betrayed my brother." He shook his head, "This isn't opposition, Theodora. If we were to go back on this contract, it would be absolute ruin for both of us. I already have no land. No title. You would be disowned by your family. I would be the laughing stock of the royal family."
He sighed, anger spent. Instead, his heart was building a wall, the sadness saturating his every emotions. "I cannot tell you what to do, because every option means dishonor that neither of us can afford to bring onto our families." He pulled her into him, his arms around her. "I should not be here. I must go home, hear the news from my father and pretend like I am joyous that my brother, once again, gets the spoils while I have to smile and bear my pain without pause." There was more he wanted to say, more he needed to do. But he couldn't. He could not be a part of this. He could not bring dishonor to her, to his brother, all for the sake of his heart.
Duty first.
"I want you to regret not telling me. I want you to do your duty to your family, as I will do mine."
It was easy to blame her, to find her in fault of the whole situations simply because he couldn't imagine that his brother would ever betray him. If he knew anything of his brother, it was that family and loyalty came first. If Emilios has even mentioned that he wanted Theodora, the suggestion by their father would have been pressed to Emilios, he was sure of it. And perhaps, he wasn't just mad at her. He was mad at himself, too. Mad for not making his intentions more obvious to his father. But his own offerings to the Leventi family were meager. No lands to bring in money. No title to provide pride; he was a man of the military who was not going to bring anything to the Leventi name. Hell, he was so far down in the line for the throne that even that was not a potential lead in.
His words were his best weapon at this point, angled and aimed at the least deserving person. But who else could he take them to?
Still, she said nothing in her retreat. And for good reason-- they were in plain sight. But that didn't matter to him. He hurled his accusation and insults at her, wishing she would just turn and say something, Say one word of denial to push aside the decades of losing to his brother. And yes, she was as mute as a stone. He could hear her sobs, and yet that was not enough for him. He was ready to throw another accusation her way when she turned and slapped him. The sting in his cheek was minimal, but it felt better than the ache in his heart. "I do not know what to think, Theo." He said softly, his hands, gripping hers to his chest, stopping her abuse in its place.
"But you certainly made no effort in my own feelings by not telling me the moment you saw me." His voice was calmer, realizing that they were more out in the open and needed to keep his calm. "Instead, you threw yourself into my arms and in turn, we both betrayed my brother." He shook his head, "This isn't opposition, Theodora. If we were to go back on this contract, it would be absolute ruin for both of us. I already have no land. No title. You would be disowned by your family. I would be the laughing stock of the royal family."
He sighed, anger spent. Instead, his heart was building a wall, the sadness saturating his every emotions. "I cannot tell you what to do, because every option means dishonor that neither of us can afford to bring onto our families." He pulled her into him, his arms around her. "I should not be here. I must go home, hear the news from my father and pretend like I am joyous that my brother, once again, gets the spoils while I have to smile and bear my pain without pause." There was more he wanted to say, more he needed to do. But he couldn't. He could not be a part of this. He could not bring dishonor to her, to his brother, all for the sake of his heart.
Duty first.
"I want you to regret not telling me. I want you to do your duty to your family, as I will do mine."
She'd barely held it together for the last day. The only thing she kept thinking about was him. What would happen when she saw him. When he found out. If he would be furious or if he would be a rock. She hoped for the latter. The one thing that kept her standing was the idea that he would know what to do to keep them together because she sure as hell didn't. He was intelligent; resourceful and quick on his toes. Where she struggled with finding a resolution, he would know exactly what to say.
Except that he didn't.
Even as he finally stopped berating her....when his words lost their sharp edge, the reality of what was happening was still there. There was no easy out. And now he was attempting to make her feel guilty for betraying a man she had no allegiance to. Her allegiance was to Emilios. It's why she pulled her hands from Achilleas the night before; why she hid from in the corridor; watching as his raw emotions were displayed for no one but her. Because of the man she was with now.
She sank against his chest as he spoke to her; still as passionate, but with less hatred. "I missed you.. I haven't seen you in weeks. .....A-and I couldn't find the words to break your heart. Please don't hate me.. I just wanted to be with you... to feel you. I didn't want to...think about him.."
She felt him shake his head before continuing; hoping that now that the anger and vehemence were gone, he would have something constructive to say. A solution to get them out of this disaster. Instead, he'd confirmed what she knew. That there was no way out. They couldn't say no and they couldn't run. This was her duty as a daughter and his burden as the younger son. She shook her head; wanting to deny every word he said...even as he drew her to him; wrapping his arms around her in the embrace she'd needed since last night. ...But it was temporary. Already he was telling her he had to go. They couldn't have been in each others company for more than twenty minutes and now he would leave her and effectively end their love affair.
She gave a gut-wrenching sob and pushed away to look up at him. She knew she had to look a sight. She didn't care though. Their whole world was crashing down. What were a few tears and puffy eyes? "I love you. It's always been you. It will always be you. Tell me you know that. ...Tell me you love me." She needed him to fight for her. He was her warrior. Her strength and her guide through life. She would follow him everywhere if only he requested it of her. He need only say "Pick me instead" and any thought of his brother besting him in her heart would be squashed. Because she wouldn't hesitate to do so. She would fight for him. But she needed him to fight for her.
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She'd barely held it together for the last day. The only thing she kept thinking about was him. What would happen when she saw him. When he found out. If he would be furious or if he would be a rock. She hoped for the latter. The one thing that kept her standing was the idea that he would know what to do to keep them together because she sure as hell didn't. He was intelligent; resourceful and quick on his toes. Where she struggled with finding a resolution, he would know exactly what to say.
Except that he didn't.
Even as he finally stopped berating her....when his words lost their sharp edge, the reality of what was happening was still there. There was no easy out. And now he was attempting to make her feel guilty for betraying a man she had no allegiance to. Her allegiance was to Emilios. It's why she pulled her hands from Achilleas the night before; why she hid from in the corridor; watching as his raw emotions were displayed for no one but her. Because of the man she was with now.
She sank against his chest as he spoke to her; still as passionate, but with less hatred. "I missed you.. I haven't seen you in weeks. .....A-and I couldn't find the words to break your heart. Please don't hate me.. I just wanted to be with you... to feel you. I didn't want to...think about him.."
She felt him shake his head before continuing; hoping that now that the anger and vehemence were gone, he would have something constructive to say. A solution to get them out of this disaster. Instead, he'd confirmed what she knew. That there was no way out. They couldn't say no and they couldn't run. This was her duty as a daughter and his burden as the younger son. She shook her head; wanting to deny every word he said...even as he drew her to him; wrapping his arms around her in the embrace she'd needed since last night. ...But it was temporary. Already he was telling her he had to go. They couldn't have been in each others company for more than twenty minutes and now he would leave her and effectively end their love affair.
She gave a gut-wrenching sob and pushed away to look up at him. She knew she had to look a sight. She didn't care though. Their whole world was crashing down. What were a few tears and puffy eyes? "I love you. It's always been you. It will always be you. Tell me you know that. ...Tell me you love me." She needed him to fight for her. He was her warrior. Her strength and her guide through life. She would follow him everywhere if only he requested it of her. He need only say "Pick me instead" and any thought of his brother besting him in her heart would be squashed. Because she wouldn't hesitate to do so. She would fight for him. But she needed him to fight for her.
She'd barely held it together for the last day. The only thing she kept thinking about was him. What would happen when she saw him. When he found out. If he would be furious or if he would be a rock. She hoped for the latter. The one thing that kept her standing was the idea that he would know what to do to keep them together because she sure as hell didn't. He was intelligent; resourceful and quick on his toes. Where she struggled with finding a resolution, he would know exactly what to say.
Except that he didn't.
Even as he finally stopped berating her....when his words lost their sharp edge, the reality of what was happening was still there. There was no easy out. And now he was attempting to make her feel guilty for betraying a man she had no allegiance to. Her allegiance was to Emilios. It's why she pulled her hands from Achilleas the night before; why she hid from in the corridor; watching as his raw emotions were displayed for no one but her. Because of the man she was with now.
She sank against his chest as he spoke to her; still as passionate, but with less hatred. "I missed you.. I haven't seen you in weeks. .....A-and I couldn't find the words to break your heart. Please don't hate me.. I just wanted to be with you... to feel you. I didn't want to...think about him.."
She felt him shake his head before continuing; hoping that now that the anger and vehemence were gone, he would have something constructive to say. A solution to get them out of this disaster. Instead, he'd confirmed what she knew. That there was no way out. They couldn't say no and they couldn't run. This was her duty as a daughter and his burden as the younger son. She shook her head; wanting to deny every word he said...even as he drew her to him; wrapping his arms around her in the embrace she'd needed since last night. ...But it was temporary. Already he was telling her he had to go. They couldn't have been in each others company for more than twenty minutes and now he would leave her and effectively end their love affair.
She gave a gut-wrenching sob and pushed away to look up at him. She knew she had to look a sight. She didn't care though. Their whole world was crashing down. What were a few tears and puffy eyes? "I love you. It's always been you. It will always be you. Tell me you know that. ...Tell me you love me." She needed him to fight for her. He was her warrior. Her strength and her guide through life. She would follow him everywhere if only he requested it of her. He need only say "Pick me instead" and any thought of his brother besting him in her heart would be squashed. Because she wouldn't hesitate to do so. She would fight for him. But she needed him to fight for her.
There was nothing in the world that he wanted more than to find a solution. He didn't want to watch his brother marry the love of his life. He certainly didn't want to see her fat with his nephews. He wanted everything his brother was going to have. And he would have none of it. If there was something they could do, he would have suggested it. But what could they do, and still keep their honor intact? It seemed hopeless. He wished he could have said 'honor, be damned', but he had been raised to believe that honor and family went hand in hand.
Sure, it hadn't exactly been honorable to bed her in the first place, but he had hoped that it wouldn't matter once they were married.
Now, it seemed to be the only thing that matter.
"I know, sweet Theo. I know." His hand came up under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His heart wretched at the sight of her, eyes red with tears and the obvious distress on her face almost too much to bear. "I missed you too. And I am sorry for my harsh words. You must know that I truly do not mean them." His passion bubbled close to the surface, anger directly underneath it. His words had been spoken with no regard to the truth behind them. The situation had only brought his darkest fears to the surface, and any underlying doubt that he had spent months pushing aside were moved to the forefront of his mind.
He signed, his forehead coming to rest atop of her. "We are in a bind, Theo. I could speak with my father, but he will see it as me just wanting what my brother has once more. You could try to speak with your father, but it would be seen going back on the agreement, which could break any chance of a marriage at all. I could speak with Achillaes myself, but I do not think my brother would willingly give you up, not once our father has made the arrangements. No matter how much he loves me, his duty is to our father first."
His eyes closed. "Of course, I know this, Theo. I have truly never doubted it. My heart has always been yours." He wanted to kiss her, to seal the promise upon her lips with the knowledge that no one else would ever take it from her. And yet, in the back of his mind, he couldn't knowingly do that to the woman his brother was to marry. "Perhaps we can find a way. We must watch for opportunity, love. Speak in generalization. Keep it far less obvious that we've been lovers. I shall keep my ear to the ground and see if there is some way to make you mine." A kiss, pressed to her forehead, was the best the could do. "For now, we must play the part."
He didn't see any other option.
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There was nothing in the world that he wanted more than to find a solution. He didn't want to watch his brother marry the love of his life. He certainly didn't want to see her fat with his nephews. He wanted everything his brother was going to have. And he would have none of it. If there was something they could do, he would have suggested it. But what could they do, and still keep their honor intact? It seemed hopeless. He wished he could have said 'honor, be damned', but he had been raised to believe that honor and family went hand in hand.
Sure, it hadn't exactly been honorable to bed her in the first place, but he had hoped that it wouldn't matter once they were married.
Now, it seemed to be the only thing that matter.
"I know, sweet Theo. I know." His hand came up under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His heart wretched at the sight of her, eyes red with tears and the obvious distress on her face almost too much to bear. "I missed you too. And I am sorry for my harsh words. You must know that I truly do not mean them." His passion bubbled close to the surface, anger directly underneath it. His words had been spoken with no regard to the truth behind them. The situation had only brought his darkest fears to the surface, and any underlying doubt that he had spent months pushing aside were moved to the forefront of his mind.
He signed, his forehead coming to rest atop of her. "We are in a bind, Theo. I could speak with my father, but he will see it as me just wanting what my brother has once more. You could try to speak with your father, but it would be seen going back on the agreement, which could break any chance of a marriage at all. I could speak with Achillaes myself, but I do not think my brother would willingly give you up, not once our father has made the arrangements. No matter how much he loves me, his duty is to our father first."
His eyes closed. "Of course, I know this, Theo. I have truly never doubted it. My heart has always been yours." He wanted to kiss her, to seal the promise upon her lips with the knowledge that no one else would ever take it from her. And yet, in the back of his mind, he couldn't knowingly do that to the woman his brother was to marry. "Perhaps we can find a way. We must watch for opportunity, love. Speak in generalization. Keep it far less obvious that we've been lovers. I shall keep my ear to the ground and see if there is some way to make you mine." A kiss, pressed to her forehead, was the best the could do. "For now, we must play the part."
He didn't see any other option.
There was nothing in the world that he wanted more than to find a solution. He didn't want to watch his brother marry the love of his life. He certainly didn't want to see her fat with his nephews. He wanted everything his brother was going to have. And he would have none of it. If there was something they could do, he would have suggested it. But what could they do, and still keep their honor intact? It seemed hopeless. He wished he could have said 'honor, be damned', but he had been raised to believe that honor and family went hand in hand.
Sure, it hadn't exactly been honorable to bed her in the first place, but he had hoped that it wouldn't matter once they were married.
Now, it seemed to be the only thing that matter.
"I know, sweet Theo. I know." His hand came up under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His heart wretched at the sight of her, eyes red with tears and the obvious distress on her face almost too much to bear. "I missed you too. And I am sorry for my harsh words. You must know that I truly do not mean them." His passion bubbled close to the surface, anger directly underneath it. His words had been spoken with no regard to the truth behind them. The situation had only brought his darkest fears to the surface, and any underlying doubt that he had spent months pushing aside were moved to the forefront of his mind.
He signed, his forehead coming to rest atop of her. "We are in a bind, Theo. I could speak with my father, but he will see it as me just wanting what my brother has once more. You could try to speak with your father, but it would be seen going back on the agreement, which could break any chance of a marriage at all. I could speak with Achillaes myself, but I do not think my brother would willingly give you up, not once our father has made the arrangements. No matter how much he loves me, his duty is to our father first."
His eyes closed. "Of course, I know this, Theo. I have truly never doubted it. My heart has always been yours." He wanted to kiss her, to seal the promise upon her lips with the knowledge that no one else would ever take it from her. And yet, in the back of his mind, he couldn't knowingly do that to the woman his brother was to marry. "Perhaps we can find a way. We must watch for opportunity, love. Speak in generalization. Keep it far less obvious that we've been lovers. I shall keep my ear to the ground and see if there is some way to make you mine." A kiss, pressed to her forehead, was the best the could do. "For now, we must play the part."
He didn't see any other option.
His words were like sweet salve to her broken heart. She'd lost him for a moment. He'd turned on her and the idea of not being his....of a life where he was foreign to her tore her down. But with her pleading, the man she knew.. the man she loved and the man she needed right now returned. She wiped the tears from her eyes as he leaned against her; running through all the thoughts she'd had as well to try and find a solution. She felt weak. Beneath the shade of the lemon trees, she leaned against him for support; both physical and emotional. Her hands tangled in the material of his chiton and she closed her eyes; listening to the sound of his voice. She'd needed this.. to here the low baritone of his words through his chest as he worked out how to fix everything. ....But even without their latest trouble, she'd missed hearing him speak. The warmth of his arms and the hardness of his chest. The scent of his skin...of leather and linen.
She breathed him in and he ignited hope. He told her he still loved her and he told her to wait. And she would. She would wait forever if he asked her to. She'd never wanted anything for herself as much as she'd wanted Emilios and she'd already waited months as it was. So she nodded in agreement. Even though nothing had been resolved, the fact that he was still on board.. that he would work to find a resolution and that she didn't have to carry the burden of this by herself was enough to make her feel lighter than she had since early yesterday.
But that chasm between them hadn't closed completely. Knowing the full extent of their troubles, Emilios still held her at a distance; a far more respectable and proper one than he had in months. Instead of wrapping his arms around her so the length of her body pressed against him, he held her with his arms about her shoulders. Kisses meant for her lips were placed on her forehead; like a brother for a sister.
Play the part.
He was right. It was their only option. Keep the charade. For now, at least. Until the opportunity came along that allowed them to get back on track. This was only a temporary setback, after all. Perhaps she could appeal to Achilleas herself. ....Sure, after the confusion last night, he might see it as careless, but he had to understand....for the sake of propriety, she couldn't say it was Emilios's hand she'd wanted then... not his. She couldn't imagine it would reflect well on her or her family.. but she was beyond caring about appearances. Every dream she'd made with Emilios was burning. She had little care for appearances, all of a sudden.
She knew she had to let Emilios leave but she clung to him anyways. With everyone at the chariot race, they were on borrowed time; especially unaware of the chaos that The Drowned were now sowing within the arena. Here, they were oblivious to the terror and carnage being waged there; the death of the king and the coronation of blood for Stephanos. From here, high in the hills of Taengea, the birds still sung in the trees and all was right in the world. Save their future. Their future was uncertain. Some may think she would wish Achilleas would fall in the ring; injured in competition rendering him lifeless or maimed to be unmarriable. Nothing could be further from the truth. Even with the eldest brother providing such an obvious thwart to their plans, she wished him no ill will. She was not angry with him, even if Emilios considered it another slight. He didn't know of her affection for Emilios. It wasn't a malicious slight against him. "It will never happen. I know it. I feel it. We've envisioned being married for so long...." She pulled away to look up at him; pressing her hand against his cheek. In him, she saw her children. Her sons and daughters. She saw Serenn in the spring and racing along the beach. She saw going to bed at sunset and waking up to the sunrise. It was always him; his bright blue eyes and careless smile. The place had never been important, just the arms she was in. And they would never be Achilleas's.
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His words were like sweet salve to her broken heart. She'd lost him for a moment. He'd turned on her and the idea of not being his....of a life where he was foreign to her tore her down. But with her pleading, the man she knew.. the man she loved and the man she needed right now returned. She wiped the tears from her eyes as he leaned against her; running through all the thoughts she'd had as well to try and find a solution. She felt weak. Beneath the shade of the lemon trees, she leaned against him for support; both physical and emotional. Her hands tangled in the material of his chiton and she closed her eyes; listening to the sound of his voice. She'd needed this.. to here the low baritone of his words through his chest as he worked out how to fix everything. ....But even without their latest trouble, she'd missed hearing him speak. The warmth of his arms and the hardness of his chest. The scent of his skin...of leather and linen.
She breathed him in and he ignited hope. He told her he still loved her and he told her to wait. And she would. She would wait forever if he asked her to. She'd never wanted anything for herself as much as she'd wanted Emilios and she'd already waited months as it was. So she nodded in agreement. Even though nothing had been resolved, the fact that he was still on board.. that he would work to find a resolution and that she didn't have to carry the burden of this by herself was enough to make her feel lighter than she had since early yesterday.
But that chasm between them hadn't closed completely. Knowing the full extent of their troubles, Emilios still held her at a distance; a far more respectable and proper one than he had in months. Instead of wrapping his arms around her so the length of her body pressed against him, he held her with his arms about her shoulders. Kisses meant for her lips were placed on her forehead; like a brother for a sister.
Play the part.
He was right. It was their only option. Keep the charade. For now, at least. Until the opportunity came along that allowed them to get back on track. This was only a temporary setback, after all. Perhaps she could appeal to Achilleas herself. ....Sure, after the confusion last night, he might see it as careless, but he had to understand....for the sake of propriety, she couldn't say it was Emilios's hand she'd wanted then... not his. She couldn't imagine it would reflect well on her or her family.. but she was beyond caring about appearances. Every dream she'd made with Emilios was burning. She had little care for appearances, all of a sudden.
She knew she had to let Emilios leave but she clung to him anyways. With everyone at the chariot race, they were on borrowed time; especially unaware of the chaos that The Drowned were now sowing within the arena. Here, they were oblivious to the terror and carnage being waged there; the death of the king and the coronation of blood for Stephanos. From here, high in the hills of Taengea, the birds still sung in the trees and all was right in the world. Save their future. Their future was uncertain. Some may think she would wish Achilleas would fall in the ring; injured in competition rendering him lifeless or maimed to be unmarriable. Nothing could be further from the truth. Even with the eldest brother providing such an obvious thwart to their plans, she wished him no ill will. She was not angry with him, even if Emilios considered it another slight. He didn't know of her affection for Emilios. It wasn't a malicious slight against him. "It will never happen. I know it. I feel it. We've envisioned being married for so long...." She pulled away to look up at him; pressing her hand against his cheek. In him, she saw her children. Her sons and daughters. She saw Serenn in the spring and racing along the beach. She saw going to bed at sunset and waking up to the sunrise. It was always him; his bright blue eyes and careless smile. The place had never been important, just the arms she was in. And they would never be Achilleas's.
His words were like sweet salve to her broken heart. She'd lost him for a moment. He'd turned on her and the idea of not being his....of a life where he was foreign to her tore her down. But with her pleading, the man she knew.. the man she loved and the man she needed right now returned. She wiped the tears from her eyes as he leaned against her; running through all the thoughts she'd had as well to try and find a solution. She felt weak. Beneath the shade of the lemon trees, she leaned against him for support; both physical and emotional. Her hands tangled in the material of his chiton and she closed her eyes; listening to the sound of his voice. She'd needed this.. to here the low baritone of his words through his chest as he worked out how to fix everything. ....But even without their latest trouble, she'd missed hearing him speak. The warmth of his arms and the hardness of his chest. The scent of his skin...of leather and linen.
She breathed him in and he ignited hope. He told her he still loved her and he told her to wait. And she would. She would wait forever if he asked her to. She'd never wanted anything for herself as much as she'd wanted Emilios and she'd already waited months as it was. So she nodded in agreement. Even though nothing had been resolved, the fact that he was still on board.. that he would work to find a resolution and that she didn't have to carry the burden of this by herself was enough to make her feel lighter than she had since early yesterday.
But that chasm between them hadn't closed completely. Knowing the full extent of their troubles, Emilios still held her at a distance; a far more respectable and proper one than he had in months. Instead of wrapping his arms around her so the length of her body pressed against him, he held her with his arms about her shoulders. Kisses meant for her lips were placed on her forehead; like a brother for a sister.
Play the part.
He was right. It was their only option. Keep the charade. For now, at least. Until the opportunity came along that allowed them to get back on track. This was only a temporary setback, after all. Perhaps she could appeal to Achilleas herself. ....Sure, after the confusion last night, he might see it as careless, but he had to understand....for the sake of propriety, she couldn't say it was Emilios's hand she'd wanted then... not his. She couldn't imagine it would reflect well on her or her family.. but she was beyond caring about appearances. Every dream she'd made with Emilios was burning. She had little care for appearances, all of a sudden.
She knew she had to let Emilios leave but she clung to him anyways. With everyone at the chariot race, they were on borrowed time; especially unaware of the chaos that The Drowned were now sowing within the arena. Here, they were oblivious to the terror and carnage being waged there; the death of the king and the coronation of blood for Stephanos. From here, high in the hills of Taengea, the birds still sung in the trees and all was right in the world. Save their future. Their future was uncertain. Some may think she would wish Achilleas would fall in the ring; injured in competition rendering him lifeless or maimed to be unmarriable. Nothing could be further from the truth. Even with the eldest brother providing such an obvious thwart to their plans, she wished him no ill will. She was not angry with him, even if Emilios considered it another slight. He didn't know of her affection for Emilios. It wasn't a malicious slight against him. "It will never happen. I know it. I feel it. We've envisioned being married for so long...." She pulled away to look up at him; pressing her hand against his cheek. In him, she saw her children. Her sons and daughters. She saw Serenn in the spring and racing along the beach. She saw going to bed at sunset and waking up to the sunrise. It was always him; his bright blue eyes and careless smile. The place had never been important, just the arms she was in. And they would never be Achilleas's.
Emilios was worried that one kiss would turn into dozens, and that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from pressing into her once more for his own pleasure. Now, bitterly, he was aware that it wasn't his place to do it. He needed to be patient. To play the perfect brother so that in the end, he still had a chance to win the prize. Because she was a prize worth waiting for. They had waited long enough, what was a bit more?
If they played it right, they would be the victors. His brother would find another wife. He would never find anyone who captured him, heart and soul, like Theo did.
He smiled at her certainty, wishing that he could believe it as fiercely as she did. He could hope, yes. He could pray to the gods that it would happen. But he was not sure that it would ever come to fruition. He couldn't help but feel a bit defeated in the matter, even before he had begun. Because like other things, his brother was always the victor. Achilleas was the one who always got the best in life. The Baroncy, the horses and the women.
Damn him.
"It will be alright. Give it time, and be patient. And all will be well." Another kiss to her forehead, and one to her cheek. And another. Then, one to her hand. because he wished for more. "Be most well, my dearest love." He stepped back, his eyes guarded with emotion. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back his sorrow, but would not show her it. Strength was something that he often had to display, and he wouldn't' stop now. He'd lose himself in the drink tonight, and be glad for it in the morning. "Forgive me, but I fear that if I am here longer, I will not be able to help myself. And I cannot, in good conscious, allow that to happen." He stepped back, at the very moment he heard commotion outside the gate.
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Emilios was worried that one kiss would turn into dozens, and that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from pressing into her once more for his own pleasure. Now, bitterly, he was aware that it wasn't his place to do it. He needed to be patient. To play the perfect brother so that in the end, he still had a chance to win the prize. Because she was a prize worth waiting for. They had waited long enough, what was a bit more?
If they played it right, they would be the victors. His brother would find another wife. He would never find anyone who captured him, heart and soul, like Theo did.
He smiled at her certainty, wishing that he could believe it as fiercely as she did. He could hope, yes. He could pray to the gods that it would happen. But he was not sure that it would ever come to fruition. He couldn't help but feel a bit defeated in the matter, even before he had begun. Because like other things, his brother was always the victor. Achilleas was the one who always got the best in life. The Baroncy, the horses and the women.
Damn him.
"It will be alright. Give it time, and be patient. And all will be well." Another kiss to her forehead, and one to her cheek. And another. Then, one to her hand. because he wished for more. "Be most well, my dearest love." He stepped back, his eyes guarded with emotion. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back his sorrow, but would not show her it. Strength was something that he often had to display, and he wouldn't' stop now. He'd lose himself in the drink tonight, and be glad for it in the morning. "Forgive me, but I fear that if I am here longer, I will not be able to help myself. And I cannot, in good conscious, allow that to happen." He stepped back, at the very moment he heard commotion outside the gate.
Emilios was worried that one kiss would turn into dozens, and that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from pressing into her once more for his own pleasure. Now, bitterly, he was aware that it wasn't his place to do it. He needed to be patient. To play the perfect brother so that in the end, he still had a chance to win the prize. Because she was a prize worth waiting for. They had waited long enough, what was a bit more?
If they played it right, they would be the victors. His brother would find another wife. He would never find anyone who captured him, heart and soul, like Theo did.
He smiled at her certainty, wishing that he could believe it as fiercely as she did. He could hope, yes. He could pray to the gods that it would happen. But he was not sure that it would ever come to fruition. He couldn't help but feel a bit defeated in the matter, even before he had begun. Because like other things, his brother was always the victor. Achilleas was the one who always got the best in life. The Baroncy, the horses and the women.
Damn him.
"It will be alright. Give it time, and be patient. And all will be well." Another kiss to her forehead, and one to her cheek. And another. Then, one to her hand. because he wished for more. "Be most well, my dearest love." He stepped back, his eyes guarded with emotion. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back his sorrow, but would not show her it. Strength was something that he often had to display, and he wouldn't' stop now. He'd lose himself in the drink tonight, and be glad for it in the morning. "Forgive me, but I fear that if I am here longer, I will not be able to help myself. And I cannot, in good conscious, allow that to happen." He stepped back, at the very moment he heard commotion outside the gate.
Achilleas was used to dealing with men, more specifically soldiers, so the the battle hadn’t been that much of an issue for him, for that was what he was used to. The last several years had been spent on various battlefields all over Greece. So he’d seen plenty of men die, but this was home… It was supposed to be safe. It was for that reason he’d gone off to war in the first place. To kept his country safe.
His cousin, King Stephanos had given him the task of seeing his Aunt Elise and his cousin Gianna safely aboard a ship from the capital during the aftermath of the Creed’s attack at the arena. He wasn’t used to dealing with hysterical women and by the time he’d reached the palace to do the new king’s bidding. They were aware that their father and husband was dead. They’d weep understandably, but he’d been forced to bundle them physically into the carriage still weeping
After all those were the wishes of the as yet uncrowned king, whom he’d swore to obey. His oath was not something Achilleas took lightly, since when he gave it, he kept it. But his mind was troubled because of the doubts Stephanos had raised within him by the simple question about his father’s whereabouts during the immediate aftermath of the chariot race.
But now that the duty Stephanos had laid upon him was done, Achilleas was free to to see to his own affairs and what he wanted now was to see for himself that his betrothed was safe. Armed and armored with gear from the palace Achilleas rode straight from the docks to Theodora's family home. The were guards at the entrance of course and after a brief discussion he was allowed inside the compound where he started searching for her. When he found her in the gardens, looking as fresh as a daisy, he sheathed his sword, crossed directly to her enfolding her in his arms, face pressed to her silky curls. “I was so worried for you.” He let go enough to look her over, his hands on her shoulders. “Have there been any attacks here?”
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Achilleas was used to dealing with men, more specifically soldiers, so the the battle hadn’t been that much of an issue for him, for that was what he was used to. The last several years had been spent on various battlefields all over Greece. So he’d seen plenty of men die, but this was home… It was supposed to be safe. It was for that reason he’d gone off to war in the first place. To kept his country safe.
His cousin, King Stephanos had given him the task of seeing his Aunt Elise and his cousin Gianna safely aboard a ship from the capital during the aftermath of the Creed’s attack at the arena. He wasn’t used to dealing with hysterical women and by the time he’d reached the palace to do the new king’s bidding. They were aware that their father and husband was dead. They’d weep understandably, but he’d been forced to bundle them physically into the carriage still weeping
After all those were the wishes of the as yet uncrowned king, whom he’d swore to obey. His oath was not something Achilleas took lightly, since when he gave it, he kept it. But his mind was troubled because of the doubts Stephanos had raised within him by the simple question about his father’s whereabouts during the immediate aftermath of the chariot race.
But now that the duty Stephanos had laid upon him was done, Achilleas was free to to see to his own affairs and what he wanted now was to see for himself that his betrothed was safe. Armed and armored with gear from the palace Achilleas rode straight from the docks to Theodora's family home. The were guards at the entrance of course and after a brief discussion he was allowed inside the compound where he started searching for her. When he found her in the gardens, looking as fresh as a daisy, he sheathed his sword, crossed directly to her enfolding her in his arms, face pressed to her silky curls. “I was so worried for you.” He let go enough to look her over, his hands on her shoulders. “Have there been any attacks here?”
Achilleas was used to dealing with men, more specifically soldiers, so the the battle hadn’t been that much of an issue for him, for that was what he was used to. The last several years had been spent on various battlefields all over Greece. So he’d seen plenty of men die, but this was home… It was supposed to be safe. It was for that reason he’d gone off to war in the first place. To kept his country safe.
His cousin, King Stephanos had given him the task of seeing his Aunt Elise and his cousin Gianna safely aboard a ship from the capital during the aftermath of the Creed’s attack at the arena. He wasn’t used to dealing with hysterical women and by the time he’d reached the palace to do the new king’s bidding. They were aware that their father and husband was dead. They’d weep understandably, but he’d been forced to bundle them physically into the carriage still weeping
After all those were the wishes of the as yet uncrowned king, whom he’d swore to obey. His oath was not something Achilleas took lightly, since when he gave it, he kept it. But his mind was troubled because of the doubts Stephanos had raised within him by the simple question about his father’s whereabouts during the immediate aftermath of the chariot race.
But now that the duty Stephanos had laid upon him was done, Achilleas was free to to see to his own affairs and what he wanted now was to see for himself that his betrothed was safe. Armed and armored with gear from the palace Achilleas rode straight from the docks to Theodora's family home. The were guards at the entrance of course and after a brief discussion he was allowed inside the compound where he started searching for her. When he found her in the gardens, looking as fresh as a daisy, he sheathed his sword, crossed directly to her enfolding her in his arms, face pressed to her silky curls. “I was so worried for you.” He let go enough to look her over, his hands on her shoulders. “Have there been any attacks here?”
She knew Emilios didn't believe his own words. She knew but she was glad he said them anyway. She'd long studied his features in their time together; the way his voice hitched a bit up with that optimistic tone when there was nothing to be optimistic about... The way he leveled kisses on her in order to distract her. It never failed...every time he'd told a fib he'd smother her in them to make her forget. It never worked... she always knew, but she adored his attention, so she let him do it all the same.
Fingers trailed against his torso as his lips brushed her cheeks and then, lifting her hands, her knuckles as he stepped away. She wanted to follow him. She'd follow him anywhere. He need only ask and she wouldn't even look back. But the sound of a horse and voices, and then heavy footsteps outside the gate had her glancing back in alarm. They couldn't be caught here like this. Hurriedly, she chased him away; back behind the stable where they were moments ago before hurrying back out onto the path; wiping at her face and straightening her gown. Her mouth fell open and her footsteps faltered as she looked up and found the very person they'd been lamenting over striding quickly towards her; anxiety and tension twisting his face. His sword was drawn, but he put it away when his eyes found her. He was covered in dirt sweat and black specks that she'd later realize were blood. She attempted a curious smile, but his determination was offsetting. Did he know about Emilios? Had he followed him here?? Why wasn't he at the chariot races.. they should still be going. Shouldn't they? How late was it? She paused and stepped back; once; twice before he took hold of her in a tight embrace. She gasped; not having expected the show of affection from Achilleas. Her face flamed red and her hands remained by her side; fingers splayed as she waited for him to finish; willed him to finish for both her sake, as well as Emilios.
His words confused her and when he pushed her back to look her over with his hands still wrapped securely on her shoulders, she furrowed her brow and shook her head. "...My Lord.. I am fine... whatever is the matter?" He must know.. he was simply looking for telltale signs of her tryst with Emilios a few moments ago. She'd not had time to ensure she was in proper order.. she knew her chiton was a bit tousled, but not distractingly so. And her lips still felt swollen and raw from Emilios's assault on them. With his next question, she knew he wasn't here for his brother. She shook her head; still lost as to what he was talking about, but becoming more anxious about his desperation to ensure her safety. "I...... No.. there haven't.. Whatever is the matter..? Is that blood?" She noticed the gooeyness of the black splotches on his armor. It wasn't mud, and it wasn't his... "Did something happen during the races?" She'd assumed one of the riders had lost their life. It was a definite possibility as the races were notoriously dangerous.
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She knew Emilios didn't believe his own words. She knew but she was glad he said them anyway. She'd long studied his features in their time together; the way his voice hitched a bit up with that optimistic tone when there was nothing to be optimistic about... The way he leveled kisses on her in order to distract her. It never failed...every time he'd told a fib he'd smother her in them to make her forget. It never worked... she always knew, but she adored his attention, so she let him do it all the same.
Fingers trailed against his torso as his lips brushed her cheeks and then, lifting her hands, her knuckles as he stepped away. She wanted to follow him. She'd follow him anywhere. He need only ask and she wouldn't even look back. But the sound of a horse and voices, and then heavy footsteps outside the gate had her glancing back in alarm. They couldn't be caught here like this. Hurriedly, she chased him away; back behind the stable where they were moments ago before hurrying back out onto the path; wiping at her face and straightening her gown. Her mouth fell open and her footsteps faltered as she looked up and found the very person they'd been lamenting over striding quickly towards her; anxiety and tension twisting his face. His sword was drawn, but he put it away when his eyes found her. He was covered in dirt sweat and black specks that she'd later realize were blood. She attempted a curious smile, but his determination was offsetting. Did he know about Emilios? Had he followed him here?? Why wasn't he at the chariot races.. they should still be going. Shouldn't they? How late was it? She paused and stepped back; once; twice before he took hold of her in a tight embrace. She gasped; not having expected the show of affection from Achilleas. Her face flamed red and her hands remained by her side; fingers splayed as she waited for him to finish; willed him to finish for both her sake, as well as Emilios.
His words confused her and when he pushed her back to look her over with his hands still wrapped securely on her shoulders, she furrowed her brow and shook her head. "...My Lord.. I am fine... whatever is the matter?" He must know.. he was simply looking for telltale signs of her tryst with Emilios a few moments ago. She'd not had time to ensure she was in proper order.. she knew her chiton was a bit tousled, but not distractingly so. And her lips still felt swollen and raw from Emilios's assault on them. With his next question, she knew he wasn't here for his brother. She shook her head; still lost as to what he was talking about, but becoming more anxious about his desperation to ensure her safety. "I...... No.. there haven't.. Whatever is the matter..? Is that blood?" She noticed the gooeyness of the black splotches on his armor. It wasn't mud, and it wasn't his... "Did something happen during the races?" She'd assumed one of the riders had lost their life. It was a definite possibility as the races were notoriously dangerous.
She knew Emilios didn't believe his own words. She knew but she was glad he said them anyway. She'd long studied his features in their time together; the way his voice hitched a bit up with that optimistic tone when there was nothing to be optimistic about... The way he leveled kisses on her in order to distract her. It never failed...every time he'd told a fib he'd smother her in them to make her forget. It never worked... she always knew, but she adored his attention, so she let him do it all the same.
Fingers trailed against his torso as his lips brushed her cheeks and then, lifting her hands, her knuckles as he stepped away. She wanted to follow him. She'd follow him anywhere. He need only ask and she wouldn't even look back. But the sound of a horse and voices, and then heavy footsteps outside the gate had her glancing back in alarm. They couldn't be caught here like this. Hurriedly, she chased him away; back behind the stable where they were moments ago before hurrying back out onto the path; wiping at her face and straightening her gown. Her mouth fell open and her footsteps faltered as she looked up and found the very person they'd been lamenting over striding quickly towards her; anxiety and tension twisting his face. His sword was drawn, but he put it away when his eyes found her. He was covered in dirt sweat and black specks that she'd later realize were blood. She attempted a curious smile, but his determination was offsetting. Did he know about Emilios? Had he followed him here?? Why wasn't he at the chariot races.. they should still be going. Shouldn't they? How late was it? She paused and stepped back; once; twice before he took hold of her in a tight embrace. She gasped; not having expected the show of affection from Achilleas. Her face flamed red and her hands remained by her side; fingers splayed as she waited for him to finish; willed him to finish for both her sake, as well as Emilios.
His words confused her and when he pushed her back to look her over with his hands still wrapped securely on her shoulders, she furrowed her brow and shook her head. "...My Lord.. I am fine... whatever is the matter?" He must know.. he was simply looking for telltale signs of her tryst with Emilios a few moments ago. She'd not had time to ensure she was in proper order.. she knew her chiton was a bit tousled, but not distractingly so. And her lips still felt swollen and raw from Emilios's assault on them. With his next question, she knew he wasn't here for his brother. She shook her head; still lost as to what he was talking about, but becoming more anxious about his desperation to ensure her safety. "I...... No.. there haven't.. Whatever is the matter..? Is that blood?" She noticed the gooeyness of the black splotches on his armor. It wasn't mud, and it wasn't his... "Did something happen during the races?" She'd assumed one of the riders had lost their life. It was a definite possibility as the races were notoriously dangerous.
