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A body has been found on the streets of Athenia. That of a slave girl, owned by the Lady Agathe of Marikas and last seen in the company of Lord Rafail of Marikas, the body was found by drunken soldiers on a night out among the Outer City residences. The Athenian Guard had been forced to quieten rumours that this is not the first young girl's body to have been found. Comments have also circulated that pagan markings were found scratched into the girl's palms and forehead. Such rumours have yet to be confirmed by the Guard's morgue. Instead, whispers have been escalated by the fact that the crime(s) have been taken under the supervision of the Commander of the Guard, Diomedes of Nikolaos. Many of the city's more active citizens have also been noted to be taking an almost vigilante stance against the supposedly supernatural villain. Many fighters and hunters in the area have come to stay in the lower ends of the city in order to catch a glimpse of the shadow that prays on nubile females. The Guard have even reached the point that more man power is required and have taken several interviewed hunters and gatherers into their employ for the duration of the man hunt.
Our scene begins with the Head of the Athenian Guard seeking audience with the crown princess, who has ordered the attendance of Lord Rafail and Lady Agathe. With Lord Diomedes attend some of the many hunters and hands to have been given additional pay for their contributions to the hunt, Belen of Aetaea.
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A body has been found on the streets of Athenia. That of a slave girl, owned by the Lady Agathe of Marikas and last seen in the company of Lord Rafail of Marikas, the body was found by drunken soldiers on a night out among the Outer City residences. The Athenian Guard had been forced to quieten rumours that this is not the first young girl's body to have been found. Comments have also circulated that pagan markings were found scratched into the girl's palms and forehead. Such rumours have yet to be confirmed by the Guard's morgue. Instead, whispers have been escalated by the fact that the crime(s) have been taken under the supervision of the Commander of the Guard, Diomedes of Nikolaos. Many of the city's more active citizens have also been noted to be taking an almost vigilante stance against the supposedly supernatural villain. Many fighters and hunters in the area have come to stay in the lower ends of the city in order to catch a glimpse of the shadow that prays on nubile females. The Guard have even reached the point that more man power is required and have taken several interviewed hunters and gatherers into their employ for the duration of the man hunt.
Our scene begins with the Head of the Athenian Guard seeking audience with the crown princess, who has ordered the attendance of Lord Rafail and Lady Agathe. With Lord Diomedes attend some of the many hunters and hands to have been given additional pay for their contributions to the hunt, Belen of Aetaea.
Blood In The Streets Event - Athenia
A body has been found on the streets of Athenia. That of a slave girl, owned by the Lady Agathe of Marikas and last seen in the company of Lord Rafail of Marikas, the body was found by drunken soldiers on a night out among the Outer City residences. The Athenian Guard had been forced to quieten rumours that this is not the first young girl's body to have been found. Comments have also circulated that pagan markings were found scratched into the girl's palms and forehead. Such rumours have yet to be confirmed by the Guard's morgue. Instead, whispers have been escalated by the fact that the crime(s) have been taken under the supervision of the Commander of the Guard, Diomedes of Nikolaos. Many of the city's more active citizens have also been noted to be taking an almost vigilante stance against the supposedly supernatural villain. Many fighters and hunters in the area have come to stay in the lower ends of the city in order to catch a glimpse of the shadow that prays on nubile females. The Guard have even reached the point that more man power is required and have taken several interviewed hunters and gatherers into their employ for the duration of the man hunt.
Our scene begins with the Head of the Athenian Guard seeking audience with the crown princess, who has ordered the attendance of Lord Rafail and Lady Agathe. With Lord Diomedes attend some of the many hunters and hands to have been given additional pay for their contributions to the hunt, Belen of Aetaea.
He didn’t want to bother the Princess with this. It was something he should have been able to handle on his own. And in any other situation, he would have. After all, that was his job.
But this was far more complicated, and it was something he didn’t have a choice-- she needed to be involved. Because the rumors surrounding the murder involved members of the nobility. And it was not his place to try and pass judgment or to investigate further, without the permission of the Princess. They were both busy, so his missive to her was blunt. He pointed out the facts of the case, that the slave belonging to one Agathe of Marikas had been brutally murdered and that the start of his investigation pointed to her uncle Rafail.
There was much they needed to sort out, and it would need to happen in front of the Princess.
Dressed in his full uniform, he made his way through the familiar path of the palace. No one blocked his motions, as he was one of the few who was granted almost unlimited access. The King was fond of him, and the Princess trusted him to do the right thing. His boots clicked with each step, no one questioning his destination.
The rumors of the dead were already spreading through the Kingdom. As much as he tried to keep it quiet, to be discreet, there was no way for it to completely stay silent. And because of that, action had to happen. If they didn’t move quickly, it would only give the Senate a reason to doubt the Princess and her ability to rule. This would be definitive for the future of her reign, and as a man who wholeheartedly supported the Xanthos family, Diomedes would stand behind her in this investigation. He would do as she asked, would press when needed, would stand back and do as she asked.
She had yet to fail him, had yet to give him reason to doubt his loyalty. He was sure that she would make a good queen.
Diomedes stopped in front of the large door, waiting for those who would join him.
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He didn’t want to bother the Princess with this. It was something he should have been able to handle on his own. And in any other situation, he would have. After all, that was his job.
But this was far more complicated, and it was something he didn’t have a choice-- she needed to be involved. Because the rumors surrounding the murder involved members of the nobility. And it was not his place to try and pass judgment or to investigate further, without the permission of the Princess. They were both busy, so his missive to her was blunt. He pointed out the facts of the case, that the slave belonging to one Agathe of Marikas had been brutally murdered and that the start of his investigation pointed to her uncle Rafail.
There was much they needed to sort out, and it would need to happen in front of the Princess.
Dressed in his full uniform, he made his way through the familiar path of the palace. No one blocked his motions, as he was one of the few who was granted almost unlimited access. The King was fond of him, and the Princess trusted him to do the right thing. His boots clicked with each step, no one questioning his destination.
The rumors of the dead were already spreading through the Kingdom. As much as he tried to keep it quiet, to be discreet, there was no way for it to completely stay silent. And because of that, action had to happen. If they didn’t move quickly, it would only give the Senate a reason to doubt the Princess and her ability to rule. This would be definitive for the future of her reign, and as a man who wholeheartedly supported the Xanthos family, Diomedes would stand behind her in this investigation. He would do as she asked, would press when needed, would stand back and do as she asked.
She had yet to fail him, had yet to give him reason to doubt his loyalty. He was sure that she would make a good queen.
Diomedes stopped in front of the large door, waiting for those who would join him.
He didn’t want to bother the Princess with this. It was something he should have been able to handle on his own. And in any other situation, he would have. After all, that was his job.
But this was far more complicated, and it was something he didn’t have a choice-- she needed to be involved. Because the rumors surrounding the murder involved members of the nobility. And it was not his place to try and pass judgment or to investigate further, without the permission of the Princess. They were both busy, so his missive to her was blunt. He pointed out the facts of the case, that the slave belonging to one Agathe of Marikas had been brutally murdered and that the start of his investigation pointed to her uncle Rafail.
There was much they needed to sort out, and it would need to happen in front of the Princess.
Dressed in his full uniform, he made his way through the familiar path of the palace. No one blocked his motions, as he was one of the few who was granted almost unlimited access. The King was fond of him, and the Princess trusted him to do the right thing. His boots clicked with each step, no one questioning his destination.
The rumors of the dead were already spreading through the Kingdom. As much as he tried to keep it quiet, to be discreet, there was no way for it to completely stay silent. And because of that, action had to happen. If they didn’t move quickly, it would only give the Senate a reason to doubt the Princess and her ability to rule. This would be definitive for the future of her reign, and as a man who wholeheartedly supported the Xanthos family, Diomedes would stand behind her in this investigation. He would do as she asked, would press when needed, would stand back and do as she asked.
She had yet to fail him, had yet to give him reason to doubt his loyalty. He was sure that she would make a good queen.
Diomedes stopped in front of the large door, waiting for those who would join him.
The past few days had been tense. With whispers of the supernatural running around, the body of a slave girl turning up dead on the streets. It was no doubt any hunters and fighters found themselves hanging out on street corners, basking in the moonlight. Many follower's of Artemis had found there way too the outer residences, and there in the moonlight they stood watch, looking for the figures that might snatch away poor young girls. After all, the greatest hunt was not beast nor man, but it was to come back with the head of a monster. Belen knew this best compared to many. He would spend his nights away from his usual camp, standing on the edges of streets,bow and hatchet at the ready encase any malicious monster decided to show it's wicked eyes. After all the whole case interested him, and if it was not for the chance for the hunt of a life time that won the young hunter over, it was most definitely the sense of pride he held for his Kingdom. Even if he gave no care for the nobility, he found himself caring for the kingdom that had shaped him, so much so that any attack on it's people was an attack on him.
Walking up through the higher districts of the kingdom, towards the palace, Belen felt as if he was in a pack of hungry wolves. Many other hunters and vigilantes had found themselves coming to the palace. There fingers and weapons twitching to just get a piece of the killer. He could only imagine how many fathers, husbands, and brothers would make their way towards the palace this day, just out of the overwhelming sense of duty to their family.
The only trouble Belen could think of with the overwhelming amount of support offering their hands to find and capture this monster, was the fact many would be acting out of emotion, rather than logical thought. Of course Belen was not immune to this, after all, the only reason he took any interest was due to the fact he thought this incident placed his kingdom under threat. However over the past few days, Belen had began to think and plan. They would not capture this villain through pure emotion and determination. After all, a killer like this had a motive, he would not be caught unless they could out smart him, luck was a poor thing to pray on in this situation.
With Belen's eyes resting on those massive doors, he spotted a man, dressed in uniform. Head of the Guard Belen could only presume. Now, Belen's reputation with the guard was less than desirable, he even had a scar to prove it. However, this was no place for friction between them, if they wanted this monster caught, Belen would need to keep his head about himself, and comply as much as his pride would let him.
The young archer marched his way next to the guard. He stood by his side as he starred up at the massive doors. At first glance, it was easy to tell Belen was nothing but a boy, but he wasn't phased one bit as he starred up at the doors, his hands down by his side, as his fingers gently curled around a sharpened hatched attached to his belt.
"Us hunters are here." Belen announced, he was definitely forward about it, with no sense of doubt anywhere in his voice. After all, he did not have much to worry about. If he had to worry about anything, it was the fact that one of the nobility might of recognised him from the stunt he pulled at the Archery contest in Aetaea a years back. Although he was confident enough he had changed in appearance from then.
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The past few days had been tense. With whispers of the supernatural running around, the body of a slave girl turning up dead on the streets. It was no doubt any hunters and fighters found themselves hanging out on street corners, basking in the moonlight. Many follower's of Artemis had found there way too the outer residences, and there in the moonlight they stood watch, looking for the figures that might snatch away poor young girls. After all, the greatest hunt was not beast nor man, but it was to come back with the head of a monster. Belen knew this best compared to many. He would spend his nights away from his usual camp, standing on the edges of streets,bow and hatchet at the ready encase any malicious monster decided to show it's wicked eyes. After all the whole case interested him, and if it was not for the chance for the hunt of a life time that won the young hunter over, it was most definitely the sense of pride he held for his Kingdom. Even if he gave no care for the nobility, he found himself caring for the kingdom that had shaped him, so much so that any attack on it's people was an attack on him.
Walking up through the higher districts of the kingdom, towards the palace, Belen felt as if he was in a pack of hungry wolves. Many other hunters and vigilantes had found themselves coming to the palace. There fingers and weapons twitching to just get a piece of the killer. He could only imagine how many fathers, husbands, and brothers would make their way towards the palace this day, just out of the overwhelming sense of duty to their family.
The only trouble Belen could think of with the overwhelming amount of support offering their hands to find and capture this monster, was the fact many would be acting out of emotion, rather than logical thought. Of course Belen was not immune to this, after all, the only reason he took any interest was due to the fact he thought this incident placed his kingdom under threat. However over the past few days, Belen had began to think and plan. They would not capture this villain through pure emotion and determination. After all, a killer like this had a motive, he would not be caught unless they could out smart him, luck was a poor thing to pray on in this situation.
With Belen's eyes resting on those massive doors, he spotted a man, dressed in uniform. Head of the Guard Belen could only presume. Now, Belen's reputation with the guard was less than desirable, he even had a scar to prove it. However, this was no place for friction between them, if they wanted this monster caught, Belen would need to keep his head about himself, and comply as much as his pride would let him.
The young archer marched his way next to the guard. He stood by his side as he starred up at the massive doors. At first glance, it was easy to tell Belen was nothing but a boy, but he wasn't phased one bit as he starred up at the doors, his hands down by his side, as his fingers gently curled around a sharpened hatched attached to his belt.
"Us hunters are here." Belen announced, he was definitely forward about it, with no sense of doubt anywhere in his voice. After all, he did not have much to worry about. If he had to worry about anything, it was the fact that one of the nobility might of recognised him from the stunt he pulled at the Archery contest in Aetaea a years back. Although he was confident enough he had changed in appearance from then.
The past few days had been tense. With whispers of the supernatural running around, the body of a slave girl turning up dead on the streets. It was no doubt any hunters and fighters found themselves hanging out on street corners, basking in the moonlight. Many follower's of Artemis had found there way too the outer residences, and there in the moonlight they stood watch, looking for the figures that might snatch away poor young girls. After all, the greatest hunt was not beast nor man, but it was to come back with the head of a monster. Belen knew this best compared to many. He would spend his nights away from his usual camp, standing on the edges of streets,bow and hatchet at the ready encase any malicious monster decided to show it's wicked eyes. After all the whole case interested him, and if it was not for the chance for the hunt of a life time that won the young hunter over, it was most definitely the sense of pride he held for his Kingdom. Even if he gave no care for the nobility, he found himself caring for the kingdom that had shaped him, so much so that any attack on it's people was an attack on him.
Walking up through the higher districts of the kingdom, towards the palace, Belen felt as if he was in a pack of hungry wolves. Many other hunters and vigilantes had found themselves coming to the palace. There fingers and weapons twitching to just get a piece of the killer. He could only imagine how many fathers, husbands, and brothers would make their way towards the palace this day, just out of the overwhelming sense of duty to their family.
The only trouble Belen could think of with the overwhelming amount of support offering their hands to find and capture this monster, was the fact many would be acting out of emotion, rather than logical thought. Of course Belen was not immune to this, after all, the only reason he took any interest was due to the fact he thought this incident placed his kingdom under threat. However over the past few days, Belen had began to think and plan. They would not capture this villain through pure emotion and determination. After all, a killer like this had a motive, he would not be caught unless they could out smart him, luck was a poor thing to pray on in this situation.
With Belen's eyes resting on those massive doors, he spotted a man, dressed in uniform. Head of the Guard Belen could only presume. Now, Belen's reputation with the guard was less than desirable, he even had a scar to prove it. However, this was no place for friction between them, if they wanted this monster caught, Belen would need to keep his head about himself, and comply as much as his pride would let him.
The young archer marched his way next to the guard. He stood by his side as he starred up at the massive doors. At first glance, it was easy to tell Belen was nothing but a boy, but he wasn't phased one bit as he starred up at the doors, his hands down by his side, as his fingers gently curled around a sharpened hatched attached to his belt.
"Us hunters are here." Belen announced, he was definitely forward about it, with no sense of doubt anywhere in his voice. After all, he did not have much to worry about. If he had to worry about anything, it was the fact that one of the nobility might of recognised him from the stunt he pulled at the Archery contest in Aetaea a years back. Although he was confident enough he had changed in appearance from then.
This was not something Persephone would normally handle personally. Only a few years into her experience helping to run the kingdom with her father - a man still very much in the waves of grief that her mother's departure had left on him - even four years after the fact - Persephone would normally leave more advanced or politically sensitive matters to her father's advisor Lord Votis. This, however, was a particular scenario that had crossed her desk - as all matters did - and caught her eye in order to be solved by a member of the royal family. For, if the kingdom was frightened by the increase in violent activity within the city, it needed to be publicly seen that the royals were personally involved in seeing the criminal brought to justice and the streets of Athenia given back their peace.
As such, she had determined an appointment with Lord Diomedes of the Athenian Guard and insisted that he bring a second with him that would spread her information and instructions to any man not necessarily loyal to the sigil of the city enforcement. She had also determined that Lord Rafail and the Lady Agathe were to be in attendance, despite the matter being one of violence and horror and therefore unlikely to be appealing to a young woman's ears.
At fifteen, Persephone was unlikely to be able to handle the topic amazingly well, but she was determined to do her father proud and, as such, ensured that she was in attendance of the meeting in the main court hall where she had been hearing citizens' requests all morning. Simply insisting that the head of the guard and his accompaniment were to wait outside until the rest of the civilians had left the hall and then confirming that Lord Rafail and Lady Agathe could be summoned from the solar room that she had had servants welcome them to just ten minutes before, Persephone sat upon her father's throne with all the power and dignity that would normally belong to a woman twice her age.
Clothed in a demure white gown with a circular neck of thick bronze pieces, she sat with her hands in her lap and her feet kept together, as her mother had taught her.
When the servants returned with Lord Rafail and Lady Agathe, it was at almost an identical time as Lord Diomedes and a young man were admitted on the other side of the hall. The two pairs came together before her chair in which Persephone remained seated.
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This was not something Persephone would normally handle personally. Only a few years into her experience helping to run the kingdom with her father - a man still very much in the waves of grief that her mother's departure had left on him - even four years after the fact - Persephone would normally leave more advanced or politically sensitive matters to her father's advisor Lord Votis. This, however, was a particular scenario that had crossed her desk - as all matters did - and caught her eye in order to be solved by a member of the royal family. For, if the kingdom was frightened by the increase in violent activity within the city, it needed to be publicly seen that the royals were personally involved in seeing the criminal brought to justice and the streets of Athenia given back their peace.
As such, she had determined an appointment with Lord Diomedes of the Athenian Guard and insisted that he bring a second with him that would spread her information and instructions to any man not necessarily loyal to the sigil of the city enforcement. She had also determined that Lord Rafail and the Lady Agathe were to be in attendance, despite the matter being one of violence and horror and therefore unlikely to be appealing to a young woman's ears.
At fifteen, Persephone was unlikely to be able to handle the topic amazingly well, but she was determined to do her father proud and, as such, ensured that she was in attendance of the meeting in the main court hall where she had been hearing citizens' requests all morning. Simply insisting that the head of the guard and his accompaniment were to wait outside until the rest of the civilians had left the hall and then confirming that Lord Rafail and Lady Agathe could be summoned from the solar room that she had had servants welcome them to just ten minutes before, Persephone sat upon her father's throne with all the power and dignity that would normally belong to a woman twice her age.
Clothed in a demure white gown with a circular neck of thick bronze pieces, she sat with her hands in her lap and her feet kept together, as her mother had taught her.
When the servants returned with Lord Rafail and Lady Agathe, it was at almost an identical time as Lord Diomedes and a young man were admitted on the other side of the hall. The two pairs came together before her chair in which Persephone remained seated.
This was not something Persephone would normally handle personally. Only a few years into her experience helping to run the kingdom with her father - a man still very much in the waves of grief that her mother's departure had left on him - even four years after the fact - Persephone would normally leave more advanced or politically sensitive matters to her father's advisor Lord Votis. This, however, was a particular scenario that had crossed her desk - as all matters did - and caught her eye in order to be solved by a member of the royal family. For, if the kingdom was frightened by the increase in violent activity within the city, it needed to be publicly seen that the royals were personally involved in seeing the criminal brought to justice and the streets of Athenia given back their peace.
As such, she had determined an appointment with Lord Diomedes of the Athenian Guard and insisted that he bring a second with him that would spread her information and instructions to any man not necessarily loyal to the sigil of the city enforcement. She had also determined that Lord Rafail and the Lady Agathe were to be in attendance, despite the matter being one of violence and horror and therefore unlikely to be appealing to a young woman's ears.
At fifteen, Persephone was unlikely to be able to handle the topic amazingly well, but she was determined to do her father proud and, as such, ensured that she was in attendance of the meeting in the main court hall where she had been hearing citizens' requests all morning. Simply insisting that the head of the guard and his accompaniment were to wait outside until the rest of the civilians had left the hall and then confirming that Lord Rafail and Lady Agathe could be summoned from the solar room that she had had servants welcome them to just ten minutes before, Persephone sat upon her father's throne with all the power and dignity that would normally belong to a woman twice her age.
Clothed in a demure white gown with a circular neck of thick bronze pieces, she sat with her hands in her lap and her feet kept together, as her mother had taught her.
When the servants returned with Lord Rafail and Lady Agathe, it was at almost an identical time as Lord Diomedes and a young man were admitted on the other side of the hall. The two pairs came together before her chair in which Persephone remained seated.
The summons had come early, the grim-faced messenger rousing the Marikas household well before the sun had risen. As Agathe slept in the comfort of her chambers, a servant had slipped into her room to sidle up to her bedside. While the woman had done her best to gently wake the eldest daughter of Pavlos and Sera, she could not help but embrace the hostility that stirred in her core. Agathe pushed herself upright with a pointed glare to the insufferable, albeit apologetic, intruder.
Waving the servant off, Agathe seized the missive and resigned herself to reading it by candlelight before returning to her slumber. At least, that was the plan had the contents been of a gentler nature. As she read the details that outlined the final moments of a slave girl’s life, she felt the blood drain from her face. The slave girl had been her own, a girl by the name of Maia only a year or so older than the sixteen-year old Agathe. Her eyes skimmed the remainder of the letter, barely comprehending that her presence had been requested by none other than her own cousin, Princess Persephone.
Agathe had gone about her morning in a daze, trying to make sense of the early morning summons she had received. Not only had she lost her most diligent slave to a senseless act of violence, but she would also be required to appear before her cousin as Persephone attempted to take charge of the situation. She had felt more like a specter than a living being as she was dressed and her hair was intricately plaited to keep it out of her face. She had been shepherded into the Marikas carriage with her uncle for a silent—on her part—ride to meet her fate.
Upon arrival, Agathe shed some of her previous stoicism as Persephone’s servants ushered her into an upper chamber to await summoning from the princess. She tried to maintain her composure while she and Rafail were left alone, but it slipped despite her best efforts. This had not been covered in her formal education growing up and she certainly had not encountered any similar situations in the fourteen months since she had officially debuted at court. She clutched the sea green fabric of her chiton in an effort to refrain from striking out at her uncle, after all she did not yet have all the facts as Persephone’s summons had made clear.
As she was about to cast blame at Rafail, the door was pushed open and Agathe’s words were lost. With a grave expression, the servant now standing in the doorway motioned for the Marikases to follow. They were led to the main court hall where they were joined by a member of the Athenian Guard—a nobleman Agathe had seen once or twice at court—and a boy no older than herself. She assessed them with a practiced eye before turning to face her cousin on the dais. She was admittedly impressed by the dignity and poise with which the ever so slightly younger woman presented herself.
”Your Highness,” Agathe greeted the princess, dropping into a low curtsy.
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The summons had come early, the grim-faced messenger rousing the Marikas household well before the sun had risen. As Agathe slept in the comfort of her chambers, a servant had slipped into her room to sidle up to her bedside. While the woman had done her best to gently wake the eldest daughter of Pavlos and Sera, she could not help but embrace the hostility that stirred in her core. Agathe pushed herself upright with a pointed glare to the insufferable, albeit apologetic, intruder.
Waving the servant off, Agathe seized the missive and resigned herself to reading it by candlelight before returning to her slumber. At least, that was the plan had the contents been of a gentler nature. As she read the details that outlined the final moments of a slave girl’s life, she felt the blood drain from her face. The slave girl had been her own, a girl by the name of Maia only a year or so older than the sixteen-year old Agathe. Her eyes skimmed the remainder of the letter, barely comprehending that her presence had been requested by none other than her own cousin, Princess Persephone.
Agathe had gone about her morning in a daze, trying to make sense of the early morning summons she had received. Not only had she lost her most diligent slave to a senseless act of violence, but she would also be required to appear before her cousin as Persephone attempted to take charge of the situation. She had felt more like a specter than a living being as she was dressed and her hair was intricately plaited to keep it out of her face. She had been shepherded into the Marikas carriage with her uncle for a silent—on her part—ride to meet her fate.
Upon arrival, Agathe shed some of her previous stoicism as Persephone’s servants ushered her into an upper chamber to await summoning from the princess. She tried to maintain her composure while she and Rafail were left alone, but it slipped despite her best efforts. This had not been covered in her formal education growing up and she certainly had not encountered any similar situations in the fourteen months since she had officially debuted at court. She clutched the sea green fabric of her chiton in an effort to refrain from striking out at her uncle, after all she did not yet have all the facts as Persephone’s summons had made clear.
As she was about to cast blame at Rafail, the door was pushed open and Agathe’s words were lost. With a grave expression, the servant now standing in the doorway motioned for the Marikases to follow. They were led to the main court hall where they were joined by a member of the Athenian Guard—a nobleman Agathe had seen once or twice at court—and a boy no older than herself. She assessed them with a practiced eye before turning to face her cousin on the dais. She was admittedly impressed by the dignity and poise with which the ever so slightly younger woman presented herself.
”Your Highness,” Agathe greeted the princess, dropping into a low curtsy.
The summons had come early, the grim-faced messenger rousing the Marikas household well before the sun had risen. As Agathe slept in the comfort of her chambers, a servant had slipped into her room to sidle up to her bedside. While the woman had done her best to gently wake the eldest daughter of Pavlos and Sera, she could not help but embrace the hostility that stirred in her core. Agathe pushed herself upright with a pointed glare to the insufferable, albeit apologetic, intruder.
Waving the servant off, Agathe seized the missive and resigned herself to reading it by candlelight before returning to her slumber. At least, that was the plan had the contents been of a gentler nature. As she read the details that outlined the final moments of a slave girl’s life, she felt the blood drain from her face. The slave girl had been her own, a girl by the name of Maia only a year or so older than the sixteen-year old Agathe. Her eyes skimmed the remainder of the letter, barely comprehending that her presence had been requested by none other than her own cousin, Princess Persephone.
Agathe had gone about her morning in a daze, trying to make sense of the early morning summons she had received. Not only had she lost her most diligent slave to a senseless act of violence, but she would also be required to appear before her cousin as Persephone attempted to take charge of the situation. She had felt more like a specter than a living being as she was dressed and her hair was intricately plaited to keep it out of her face. She had been shepherded into the Marikas carriage with her uncle for a silent—on her part—ride to meet her fate.
Upon arrival, Agathe shed some of her previous stoicism as Persephone’s servants ushered her into an upper chamber to await summoning from the princess. She tried to maintain her composure while she and Rafail were left alone, but it slipped despite her best efforts. This had not been covered in her formal education growing up and she certainly had not encountered any similar situations in the fourteen months since she had officially debuted at court. She clutched the sea green fabric of her chiton in an effort to refrain from striking out at her uncle, after all she did not yet have all the facts as Persephone’s summons had made clear.
As she was about to cast blame at Rafail, the door was pushed open and Agathe’s words were lost. With a grave expression, the servant now standing in the doorway motioned for the Marikases to follow. They were led to the main court hall where they were joined by a member of the Athenian Guard—a nobleman Agathe had seen once or twice at court—and a boy no older than herself. She assessed them with a practiced eye before turning to face her cousin on the dais. She was admittedly impressed by the dignity and poise with which the ever so slightly younger woman presented herself.
”Your Highness,” Agathe greeted the princess, dropping into a low curtsy.
Rafail was in outrage.
Only a few days earlier, he had enjoyed an almost delightful evening with his latest conquest: one of his eldest niece's slave girls. Maia had not been difficult to pull to his bed, and she had been a good enough lay at first. It had not precisely ended well, however, because Rafail had started to grow bored of her, and she had attempted to take far too much control of the situation. If there was one thing he could not stand, it was when a woman tried to take such control during sex. As a result of her actions, he had tossed her out of bed and out of his chambers and, now, she had been found dead.
It was presumably thanks to his involvement with the girl that Rafail now found himself being summoned to the court by Princess Persephone, and he was none too pleased about it. The man had specific future intentions towards the princess and assumptions that he had been involved in a murder of any sort would not exactly help him in that regard. Said summons had come far too early for his liking as well, and Rafail had been forced to rush through the entirety of his routine before he found himself in the carriage on the way to this meeting. It was not an unusually long journey but time passed slowly, the silence between uncle and niece only adding to the lack of speed with which the seconds ticked by.
They were quickly greeted and led into a waiting chamber once they had arrived, Rafail shooting a naturally flirtatious wink in the direction of one of the maids who had left them be. It was apparent Agathe had no interest in speaking to him, and he supposed he couldn't blame her. At present, the young man did appear to be quite involved, and he knew his niece well enough to assume that she wouldn't likely accept what he had to say without all the facts being presented to her. He had leaned back in his seat, drumming his fingers as he'd waited for them to be called in to meet the princess. So much waiting! This felt an endless nightmare.
"Agathe..." he'd attempted when he'd seen her move as though to speak to him, almost hesitant as he tried to figure out exactly what to say, though he failed to get much further than that because right at that moment, they were ushered to the main hall where Persephone awaited them. Rafail bowed to the Princess, only giving the other two men present a mild nod of acknowledgement and not much else. They were of no concern to him at present; he only wished to know what was going on. "Your Highness. Might I ask exactly why we have been called here?"
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Rafail was in outrage.
Only a few days earlier, he had enjoyed an almost delightful evening with his latest conquest: one of his eldest niece's slave girls. Maia had not been difficult to pull to his bed, and she had been a good enough lay at first. It had not precisely ended well, however, because Rafail had started to grow bored of her, and she had attempted to take far too much control of the situation. If there was one thing he could not stand, it was when a woman tried to take such control during sex. As a result of her actions, he had tossed her out of bed and out of his chambers and, now, she had been found dead.
It was presumably thanks to his involvement with the girl that Rafail now found himself being summoned to the court by Princess Persephone, and he was none too pleased about it. The man had specific future intentions towards the princess and assumptions that he had been involved in a murder of any sort would not exactly help him in that regard. Said summons had come far too early for his liking as well, and Rafail had been forced to rush through the entirety of his routine before he found himself in the carriage on the way to this meeting. It was not an unusually long journey but time passed slowly, the silence between uncle and niece only adding to the lack of speed with which the seconds ticked by.
They were quickly greeted and led into a waiting chamber once they had arrived, Rafail shooting a naturally flirtatious wink in the direction of one of the maids who had left them be. It was apparent Agathe had no interest in speaking to him, and he supposed he couldn't blame her. At present, the young man did appear to be quite involved, and he knew his niece well enough to assume that she wouldn't likely accept what he had to say without all the facts being presented to her. He had leaned back in his seat, drumming his fingers as he'd waited for them to be called in to meet the princess. So much waiting! This felt an endless nightmare.
"Agathe..." he'd attempted when he'd seen her move as though to speak to him, almost hesitant as he tried to figure out exactly what to say, though he failed to get much further than that because right at that moment, they were ushered to the main hall where Persephone awaited them. Rafail bowed to the Princess, only giving the other two men present a mild nod of acknowledgement and not much else. They were of no concern to him at present; he only wished to know what was going on. "Your Highness. Might I ask exactly why we have been called here?"
Rafail was in outrage.
Only a few days earlier, he had enjoyed an almost delightful evening with his latest conquest: one of his eldest niece's slave girls. Maia had not been difficult to pull to his bed, and she had been a good enough lay at first. It had not precisely ended well, however, because Rafail had started to grow bored of her, and she had attempted to take far too much control of the situation. If there was one thing he could not stand, it was when a woman tried to take such control during sex. As a result of her actions, he had tossed her out of bed and out of his chambers and, now, she had been found dead.
It was presumably thanks to his involvement with the girl that Rafail now found himself being summoned to the court by Princess Persephone, and he was none too pleased about it. The man had specific future intentions towards the princess and assumptions that he had been involved in a murder of any sort would not exactly help him in that regard. Said summons had come far too early for his liking as well, and Rafail had been forced to rush through the entirety of his routine before he found himself in the carriage on the way to this meeting. It was not an unusually long journey but time passed slowly, the silence between uncle and niece only adding to the lack of speed with which the seconds ticked by.
They were quickly greeted and led into a waiting chamber once they had arrived, Rafail shooting a naturally flirtatious wink in the direction of one of the maids who had left them be. It was apparent Agathe had no interest in speaking to him, and he supposed he couldn't blame her. At present, the young man did appear to be quite involved, and he knew his niece well enough to assume that she wouldn't likely accept what he had to say without all the facts being presented to her. He had leaned back in his seat, drumming his fingers as he'd waited for them to be called in to meet the princess. So much waiting! This felt an endless nightmare.
"Agathe..." he'd attempted when he'd seen her move as though to speak to him, almost hesitant as he tried to figure out exactly what to say, though he failed to get much further than that because right at that moment, they were ushered to the main hall where Persephone awaited them. Rafail bowed to the Princess, only giving the other two men present a mild nod of acknowledgement and not much else. They were of no concern to him at present; he only wished to know what was going on. "Your Highness. Might I ask exactly why we have been called here?"
- DECISIONS, DECISIONS -
All participants are in attendance within the royal court hall. Lord Diomedes approaches with the most knowledge of the situation than any other, Belen the archer stands with him, careful of his place. The Lord Rafail is clearly displeased with the events that have led him to stand before the princess, involved in some manner with a murder case, while the Lady Agathe is pale and clearly unsettled by the whole ordeal.
Does Diomedes of Nikolaos...
- Explain the situation coldly, professionally and with profound efficiency, catering to Lord Rafail's need for information.
- Offer to speak with the ladies separately in order to discuss with them the details of so horrific an event in a gentler tone to be careful of their fairer gender.
- Or seek a third option, offering the princess to speak first or suggesting an alternative way to break the news...
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All participants are in attendance within the royal court hall. Lord Diomedes approaches with the most knowledge of the situation than any other, Belen the archer stands with him, careful of his place. The Lord Rafail is clearly displeased with the events that have led him to stand before the princess, involved in some manner with a murder case, while the Lady Agathe is pale and clearly unsettled by the whole ordeal.
Does Diomedes of Nikolaos...
- Explain the situation coldly, professionally and with profound efficiency, catering to Lord Rafail's need for information.
- Offer to speak with the ladies separately in order to discuss with them the details of so horrific an event in a gentler tone to be careful of their fairer gender.
- Or seek a third option, offering the princess to speak first or suggesting an alternative way to break the news...
- DECISIONS, DECISIONS -
All participants are in attendance within the royal court hall. Lord Diomedes approaches with the most knowledge of the situation than any other, Belen the archer stands with him, careful of his place. The Lord Rafail is clearly displeased with the events that have led him to stand before the princess, involved in some manner with a murder case, while the Lady Agathe is pale and clearly unsettled by the whole ordeal.
Does Diomedes of Nikolaos...
- Explain the situation coldly, professionally and with profound efficiency, catering to Lord Rafail's need for information.
- Offer to speak with the ladies separately in order to discuss with them the details of so horrific an event in a gentler tone to be careful of their fairer gender.
- Or seek a third option, offering the princess to speak first or suggesting an alternative way to break the news...
Diomedes was torn. On one hand, he wished to explain the news delicately in order to allow the women a chance to come to terms with what his investigation had revealed. On the other, he was a man of facts. Trying to sugar coat what had happened didn’t seem like it would do either party justice. They all deserved to know why they were there, and it was his place to explain the situation.
And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t all that sure of the young princess’s constitution when it came to violence. Did he want to be the first one to introduce her to the crueler side of the world, no matter what she thought she may have known about it?
Perhaps it was best for him to let her decide how to proceed. After all, she’d been the one who had put together the necessary people to make this happen. And, while it was his place as the commander to direct the guard and those who had come to help on what to do, the investigation with nobility involved usually fell to the royal house (specifically, the Senate). But the issue called for a soft hand, and he wanted to see just how the princess was going to deal with situations like this. If the rumors he’d heard whispered in the halls were true, there was hope for a change in succession, to fall on Persephone herself.
What a better test, in his opinion.
Diomedes bowed to the princess as she took her seat, helmet in his hands as he waited to speak. At Rafail’s question, his eyebrow raised. ”As the Princess has arranged for this meeting, I shall let her explain the details. But this is regarding Lady Agathe’s slave.” There, that would hopefully be enough to pacify the noble until Persephone told them more.
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Diomedes was torn. On one hand, he wished to explain the news delicately in order to allow the women a chance to come to terms with what his investigation had revealed. On the other, he was a man of facts. Trying to sugar coat what had happened didn’t seem like it would do either party justice. They all deserved to know why they were there, and it was his place to explain the situation.
And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t all that sure of the young princess’s constitution when it came to violence. Did he want to be the first one to introduce her to the crueler side of the world, no matter what she thought she may have known about it?
Perhaps it was best for him to let her decide how to proceed. After all, she’d been the one who had put together the necessary people to make this happen. And, while it was his place as the commander to direct the guard and those who had come to help on what to do, the investigation with nobility involved usually fell to the royal house (specifically, the Senate). But the issue called for a soft hand, and he wanted to see just how the princess was going to deal with situations like this. If the rumors he’d heard whispered in the halls were true, there was hope for a change in succession, to fall on Persephone herself.
What a better test, in his opinion.
Diomedes bowed to the princess as she took her seat, helmet in his hands as he waited to speak. At Rafail’s question, his eyebrow raised. ”As the Princess has arranged for this meeting, I shall let her explain the details. But this is regarding Lady Agathe’s slave.” There, that would hopefully be enough to pacify the noble until Persephone told them more.
Diomedes was torn. On one hand, he wished to explain the news delicately in order to allow the women a chance to come to terms with what his investigation had revealed. On the other, he was a man of facts. Trying to sugar coat what had happened didn’t seem like it would do either party justice. They all deserved to know why they were there, and it was his place to explain the situation.
And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t all that sure of the young princess’s constitution when it came to violence. Did he want to be the first one to introduce her to the crueler side of the world, no matter what she thought she may have known about it?
Perhaps it was best for him to let her decide how to proceed. After all, she’d been the one who had put together the necessary people to make this happen. And, while it was his place as the commander to direct the guard and those who had come to help on what to do, the investigation with nobility involved usually fell to the royal house (specifically, the Senate). But the issue called for a soft hand, and he wanted to see just how the princess was going to deal with situations like this. If the rumors he’d heard whispered in the halls were true, there was hope for a change in succession, to fall on Persephone herself.
What a better test, in his opinion.
Diomedes bowed to the princess as she took her seat, helmet in his hands as he waited to speak. At Rafail’s question, his eyebrow raised. ”As the Princess has arranged for this meeting, I shall let her explain the details. But this is regarding Lady Agathe’s slave.” There, that would hopefully be enough to pacify the noble until Persephone told them more.
- OUTCOME -
The Commander of the Guard turns to offer the floor to the princess, the decision in how to communicate such a delicate topic left in the hands of the young royal.
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The Commander of the Guard turns to offer the floor to the princess, the decision in how to communicate such a delicate topic left in the hands of the young royal.
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The Commander of the Guard turns to offer the floor to the princess, the decision in how to communicate such a delicate topic left in the hands of the young royal.
Noting the Commander's discomfort, Persephone recognised quickly the issue that had befallen Lord Diomedes. While he was a confident man and able to handle the violence of the circumstances that had brought them all together, Persephone was aware - through a strong connection with his family - that the man was more soldier than noble, despite his bloodline and rank assuring his claim to both. The man often avoided Court and eschewed the Senate in favour of allowing his younger brother and still sharp-minded father to handle any political faction or trysts. Persephone had always assumed, if she had ruminated on his choices at all, that the man was eager to remain with his garrison - to be the physical protector of the here and now, rather than the custodian of a future world in the Senate.
As such, the man was ill practised at communication with members so determinedly part of the highest circles of society and Persephone nodded in polite acceptance as he transferred the responsibility of explanation to herself.
Sitting firmly upon her throne, a few steps up from the other attendees in the hall, Persephone held herself in a formal and regal manner, but her tone of voice was calm and relaxed, intended to create a soothing atmosphere to a conversation that was due to be of horrendous taste.
"As I stated in my letter to you, Lady Agathe..." Persephone began, turning the conversation in the direction of the Lady present - the only one here besides herself that might find the conversation distressing upon her feminine nerves. "I am sorry to confirm in person the passing of your slave girl. I understand that this topic is not a pleasant one and I would like to assure you that everything is being done to ensure that answers are found to the why of this situation. The crown will also financially recompense you for the loss of your slave. What I have called you here for, however, is to answer a few questions that the Commander has, so that we might better piece together events that led to this young woman's death."
Persephone turned her gaze towards Lord Rafail, a handsome and blonde young man of repute within the Court who seemed understandably upset by the whole affair.
"I ask the same cooperation of you, my Lord Marikas..." She told the man with a shadow of a sad smile. "I understand this might not be your preferred activity for the day and I assure you that you are under no obligation to stay. This is not a matter of suspect. We are simply seeking as much information as we can, so that the search for this murderer on our streets proves successful..."
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Noting the Commander's discomfort, Persephone recognised quickly the issue that had befallen Lord Diomedes. While he was a confident man and able to handle the violence of the circumstances that had brought them all together, Persephone was aware - through a strong connection with his family - that the man was more soldier than noble, despite his bloodline and rank assuring his claim to both. The man often avoided Court and eschewed the Senate in favour of allowing his younger brother and still sharp-minded father to handle any political faction or trysts. Persephone had always assumed, if she had ruminated on his choices at all, that the man was eager to remain with his garrison - to be the physical protector of the here and now, rather than the custodian of a future world in the Senate.
As such, the man was ill practised at communication with members so determinedly part of the highest circles of society and Persephone nodded in polite acceptance as he transferred the responsibility of explanation to herself.
Sitting firmly upon her throne, a few steps up from the other attendees in the hall, Persephone held herself in a formal and regal manner, but her tone of voice was calm and relaxed, intended to create a soothing atmosphere to a conversation that was due to be of horrendous taste.
"As I stated in my letter to you, Lady Agathe..." Persephone began, turning the conversation in the direction of the Lady present - the only one here besides herself that might find the conversation distressing upon her feminine nerves. "I am sorry to confirm in person the passing of your slave girl. I understand that this topic is not a pleasant one and I would like to assure you that everything is being done to ensure that answers are found to the why of this situation. The crown will also financially recompense you for the loss of your slave. What I have called you here for, however, is to answer a few questions that the Commander has, so that we might better piece together events that led to this young woman's death."
Persephone turned her gaze towards Lord Rafail, a handsome and blonde young man of repute within the Court who seemed understandably upset by the whole affair.
"I ask the same cooperation of you, my Lord Marikas..." She told the man with a shadow of a sad smile. "I understand this might not be your preferred activity for the day and I assure you that you are under no obligation to stay. This is not a matter of suspect. We are simply seeking as much information as we can, so that the search for this murderer on our streets proves successful..."
Noting the Commander's discomfort, Persephone recognised quickly the issue that had befallen Lord Diomedes. While he was a confident man and able to handle the violence of the circumstances that had brought them all together, Persephone was aware - through a strong connection with his family - that the man was more soldier than noble, despite his bloodline and rank assuring his claim to both. The man often avoided Court and eschewed the Senate in favour of allowing his younger brother and still sharp-minded father to handle any political faction or trysts. Persephone had always assumed, if she had ruminated on his choices at all, that the man was eager to remain with his garrison - to be the physical protector of the here and now, rather than the custodian of a future world in the Senate.
As such, the man was ill practised at communication with members so determinedly part of the highest circles of society and Persephone nodded in polite acceptance as he transferred the responsibility of explanation to herself.
Sitting firmly upon her throne, a few steps up from the other attendees in the hall, Persephone held herself in a formal and regal manner, but her tone of voice was calm and relaxed, intended to create a soothing atmosphere to a conversation that was due to be of horrendous taste.
"As I stated in my letter to you, Lady Agathe..." Persephone began, turning the conversation in the direction of the Lady present - the only one here besides herself that might find the conversation distressing upon her feminine nerves. "I am sorry to confirm in person the passing of your slave girl. I understand that this topic is not a pleasant one and I would like to assure you that everything is being done to ensure that answers are found to the why of this situation. The crown will also financially recompense you for the loss of your slave. What I have called you here for, however, is to answer a few questions that the Commander has, so that we might better piece together events that led to this young woman's death."
Persephone turned her gaze towards Lord Rafail, a handsome and blonde young man of repute within the Court who seemed understandably upset by the whole affair.
"I ask the same cooperation of you, my Lord Marikas..." She told the man with a shadow of a sad smile. "I understand this might not be your preferred activity for the day and I assure you that you are under no obligation to stay. This is not a matter of suspect. We are simply seeking as much information as we can, so that the search for this murderer on our streets proves successful..."
"Your Highness. Might I ask exactly why we have been called here?"
The lifting of a single eyebrow was the only indication that Agathe even noticed the change in her uncle’s demeanor. He had been equally distraught, if not more so, by the summons they had received far too early that morning. But faced with an audience, he appeared to have regained some of his composure. Agathe could have laughed if they had been brought before the Princess under different circumstances. Rafail certainly knew how to make a show of his opinions, but the man lacked the follow through she had come to expect from her father and grandfather.
The Commander was the first to answer Rafail’s question, quickly handing control of the small assembly to Persephone. As Agathe listened to the Princess explain everyone’s presence in the hall and offered the crown’s apologies, the girl was seething. Agathe’s jaw was set in careful determination not to let her expression betray her inner turmoil, the tone of voice Persephone had adopted quickly becoming the least of her agitations. The sudden loss of Maia was accompanied by only the beginning of what was already becoming the biggest pain in the rear Agathe had experienced in her sixteen years.
She had heard the frightened whispers of the servants as they passed in the halls, hushed as though they would invite the violence upon themselves. At first the thought of a ritual killer roaming the streets of Athenia seemed absurd and Agathe had rolled her eyes at their superstition. Then Maia had disappeared. While the girl was not the most diligent of slaves, she had always been available when Agathe needed her. Until she wasn’t. Agathe initially brushed it off, vowing to have the girl lashed in the courtyard for her negligence. Then a body was found in the streets.
Agathe might have felt remorse if the girl had not shirked her duties for the companionship of her uncle. Not only had Maia made Agathe appear ineffective when it came to controlling her people, but she had to go and get herself murdered which dragged the Marikas name into the investigation while simultaneously forcing Agathe to replace her, a lengthy process in and of itself. At least the crown would be paying for Maia’s replacement, the only comfort to be found in the entire ordeal. Agathe waited as patiently as she could for her cousin to finish addressing Rafail before finally asking the question that had been gnawing at the edges of her mind.
”Your Highness, are you confirming the rumors, then?” Her disinterested tone of voice dissonant from the curiosity that burned within.
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"Your Highness. Might I ask exactly why we have been called here?"
The lifting of a single eyebrow was the only indication that Agathe even noticed the change in her uncle’s demeanor. He had been equally distraught, if not more so, by the summons they had received far too early that morning. But faced with an audience, he appeared to have regained some of his composure. Agathe could have laughed if they had been brought before the Princess under different circumstances. Rafail certainly knew how to make a show of his opinions, but the man lacked the follow through she had come to expect from her father and grandfather.
The Commander was the first to answer Rafail’s question, quickly handing control of the small assembly to Persephone. As Agathe listened to the Princess explain everyone’s presence in the hall and offered the crown’s apologies, the girl was seething. Agathe’s jaw was set in careful determination not to let her expression betray her inner turmoil, the tone of voice Persephone had adopted quickly becoming the least of her agitations. The sudden loss of Maia was accompanied by only the beginning of what was already becoming the biggest pain in the rear Agathe had experienced in her sixteen years.
She had heard the frightened whispers of the servants as they passed in the halls, hushed as though they would invite the violence upon themselves. At first the thought of a ritual killer roaming the streets of Athenia seemed absurd and Agathe had rolled her eyes at their superstition. Then Maia had disappeared. While the girl was not the most diligent of slaves, she had always been available when Agathe needed her. Until she wasn’t. Agathe initially brushed it off, vowing to have the girl lashed in the courtyard for her negligence. Then a body was found in the streets.
Agathe might have felt remorse if the girl had not shirked her duties for the companionship of her uncle. Not only had Maia made Agathe appear ineffective when it came to controlling her people, but she had to go and get herself murdered which dragged the Marikas name into the investigation while simultaneously forcing Agathe to replace her, a lengthy process in and of itself. At least the crown would be paying for Maia’s replacement, the only comfort to be found in the entire ordeal. Agathe waited as patiently as she could for her cousin to finish addressing Rafail before finally asking the question that had been gnawing at the edges of her mind.
”Your Highness, are you confirming the rumors, then?” Her disinterested tone of voice dissonant from the curiosity that burned within.
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"Your Highness. Might I ask exactly why we have been called here?"
The lifting of a single eyebrow was the only indication that Agathe even noticed the change in her uncle’s demeanor. He had been equally distraught, if not more so, by the summons they had received far too early that morning. But faced with an audience, he appeared to have regained some of his composure. Agathe could have laughed if they had been brought before the Princess under different circumstances. Rafail certainly knew how to make a show of his opinions, but the man lacked the follow through she had come to expect from her father and grandfather.
The Commander was the first to answer Rafail’s question, quickly handing control of the small assembly to Persephone. As Agathe listened to the Princess explain everyone’s presence in the hall and offered the crown’s apologies, the girl was seething. Agathe’s jaw was set in careful determination not to let her expression betray her inner turmoil, the tone of voice Persephone had adopted quickly becoming the least of her agitations. The sudden loss of Maia was accompanied by only the beginning of what was already becoming the biggest pain in the rear Agathe had experienced in her sixteen years.
She had heard the frightened whispers of the servants as they passed in the halls, hushed as though they would invite the violence upon themselves. At first the thought of a ritual killer roaming the streets of Athenia seemed absurd and Agathe had rolled her eyes at their superstition. Then Maia had disappeared. While the girl was not the most diligent of slaves, she had always been available when Agathe needed her. Until she wasn’t. Agathe initially brushed it off, vowing to have the girl lashed in the courtyard for her negligence. Then a body was found in the streets.
Agathe might have felt remorse if the girl had not shirked her duties for the companionship of her uncle. Not only had Maia made Agathe appear ineffective when it came to controlling her people, but she had to go and get herself murdered which dragged the Marikas name into the investigation while simultaneously forcing Agathe to replace her, a lengthy process in and of itself. At least the crown would be paying for Maia’s replacement, the only comfort to be found in the entire ordeal. Agathe waited as patiently as she could for her cousin to finish addressing Rafail before finally asking the question that had been gnawing at the edges of her mind.
”Your Highness, are you confirming the rumors, then?” Her disinterested tone of voice dissonant from the curiosity that burned within.
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The slave girl's death did not entirely concern Rafail. She was but a mere member of staff in his household - less so, in fact, for she served his niece - and his only interaction with the woman had been the brief dalliance a few days prior. He appreciated a confirmation that she had been found dead, though Princess Persephone's explanation did not entirely reassure him that this would be a matter in which he was willing to spend his time, especially when he had so little to say on the subject. Any questions that might have required answering, well, what more information could he provide other than the size of her breasts or the silkiness of her hair?
The manner in which he crossed his arms and held his head high now that formalities had been handled was perhaps the most significant signal of his opinion on the situation at hand, though he had not voiced any of his words of distaste. Instead, Rafail waited until the princess's attention was focussed on himself, as he usually preferred all attention to be, nodding in some appreciation at her understanding that he had better ways to spend his time. She was not wrong: he had been toying with the idea of a hunting trip for a while now, and this had seemed like the ideal day finally to leave on the trip.
"Of course, your Highness. I shall gladly provide whatever information I can, but I worry that perhaps it shall not prove as useful to your efforts as the knowledge which my niece or the others might be able to give." In fact, he deemed it entirely useless, but he supposed he had to appear at least relatively supportive of the cause, especially given that it involved a murder. "I only knew her briefly."
Agathe seemed concerned on some matter, and Rafail stepped back once he was done to allow her to ask her question, mildly surprised that it was not something idiotic or frightened as he might have expected and instead perfectly reasonable. Women did not handle panic and death well, and he would admit pride that she was managing to maintain her composure so efficiently, the look on his face echoing the worry in her words.
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The slave girl's death did not entirely concern Rafail. She was but a mere member of staff in his household - less so, in fact, for she served his niece - and his only interaction with the woman had been the brief dalliance a few days prior. He appreciated a confirmation that she had been found dead, though Princess Persephone's explanation did not entirely reassure him that this would be a matter in which he was willing to spend his time, especially when he had so little to say on the subject. Any questions that might have required answering, well, what more information could he provide other than the size of her breasts or the silkiness of her hair?
The manner in which he crossed his arms and held his head high now that formalities had been handled was perhaps the most significant signal of his opinion on the situation at hand, though he had not voiced any of his words of distaste. Instead, Rafail waited until the princess's attention was focussed on himself, as he usually preferred all attention to be, nodding in some appreciation at her understanding that he had better ways to spend his time. She was not wrong: he had been toying with the idea of a hunting trip for a while now, and this had seemed like the ideal day finally to leave on the trip.
"Of course, your Highness. I shall gladly provide whatever information I can, but I worry that perhaps it shall not prove as useful to your efforts as the knowledge which my niece or the others might be able to give." In fact, he deemed it entirely useless, but he supposed he had to appear at least relatively supportive of the cause, especially given that it involved a murder. "I only knew her briefly."
Agathe seemed concerned on some matter, and Rafail stepped back once he was done to allow her to ask her question, mildly surprised that it was not something idiotic or frightened as he might have expected and instead perfectly reasonable. Women did not handle panic and death well, and he would admit pride that she was managing to maintain her composure so efficiently, the look on his face echoing the worry in her words.
Agathe of Marikas Persephone of Xanthos @belen ♔ Head Admin
The slave girl's death did not entirely concern Rafail. She was but a mere member of staff in his household - less so, in fact, for she served his niece - and his only interaction with the woman had been the brief dalliance a few days prior. He appreciated a confirmation that she had been found dead, though Princess Persephone's explanation did not entirely reassure him that this would be a matter in which he was willing to spend his time, especially when he had so little to say on the subject. Any questions that might have required answering, well, what more information could he provide other than the size of her breasts or the silkiness of her hair?
The manner in which he crossed his arms and held his head high now that formalities had been handled was perhaps the most significant signal of his opinion on the situation at hand, though he had not voiced any of his words of distaste. Instead, Rafail waited until the princess's attention was focussed on himself, as he usually preferred all attention to be, nodding in some appreciation at her understanding that he had better ways to spend his time. She was not wrong: he had been toying with the idea of a hunting trip for a while now, and this had seemed like the ideal day finally to leave on the trip.
"Of course, your Highness. I shall gladly provide whatever information I can, but I worry that perhaps it shall not prove as useful to your efforts as the knowledge which my niece or the others might be able to give." In fact, he deemed it entirely useless, but he supposed he had to appear at least relatively supportive of the cause, especially given that it involved a murder. "I only knew her briefly."
Agathe seemed concerned on some matter, and Rafail stepped back once he was done to allow her to ask her question, mildly surprised that it was not something idiotic or frightened as he might have expected and instead perfectly reasonable. Women did not handle panic and death well, and he would admit pride that she was managing to maintain her composure so efficiently, the look on his face echoing the worry in her words.
Agathe of Marikas Persephone of Xanthos @belen ♔ Head Admin
