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With the end of the month within the next few days, Evelli was kept busy in preparation for her trip to return to Macendia, between ensuring the wedding preparations were in place despite the delay that was necessary, and Olympia's wellbeing, separated as they may be. The news of the delay had not been taken well by the Leventi matriarch. Eager as she was to see her daughter wedded to the eldest son of a prince however, she too knew that when the King had decreed a summon to arms of all his allies and able-bodied men, it was unlikely that any was to decline. And how was one supposed to perform a wedding with the groom himself in absentia? So Evelli had been inclined to agree, however reluctantly. Whatever food which had been prepared for the wedding was quickly served, the rest of the non-perishables kept in a place where no harm would come to it.
In the late of the noon, as the sun began to take a more golden glow as compared to the hot afternoon heat, Evelli ran a hand through her hair as she entered the cooling main hallway of the Leventi household, just returned from her trip to the temples. She attempted to make a trip there every day or other, if just to ask for the blessings of the gods on all her offspring and her husband. With Georgios off in the countryside, she was left alone in ensuring the safety and security of all five of their brood, and Evelli found herself quite tired, despite having been doing this for the last thirty or so years.
Chalking it off to her age catching up to her, she was just about to turn, handing her sheer cloak to a waiting maidservant, when a clatter of feet made her turn. Evelli's sharp eyes was quick to catch a maid carrying a tray, but what surprised the matriarch the most was not the chalice... but the whole ewer from which she could catch a gentle whiff of wine. "Amynta, stop right there." Evelli's voice rang clear. The gentle maid stopped, bowing as Evelli drew nearer. "Lady Theodora has asked for this, my lady."
"The whole ewer?" Evelli asked in an aghast tone. Timidly, the maid nodded. Almost immediately, the mother of five frowned, peering in to the ewer that was 3/4 full of the dark, almost ink black, aromatic liquid that was produced in their vineyards. While the Leventi's mostly dedicated their lands to horse breeding, their reluctance to purchase fine wine from the Condos vineyards meant they dedicated a small portion to wine-making. While it may not be as fine as the wine produced by their rival family, it was still quality as compared to wine produced by their neighboring kingdoms. But it was still something Evelli did not think her second daughter should be over-imbibing of. "Has she requested for more throughout the day?"
"U-usually one ewer a day, my lady. Or two." Amynta replied. But the implication in the maid's voice was clear. There would always be more.
"Bring me to her room." By then, Evelli's voice was straitlaced and tight as she followed behind the maid still balancing the tray. At Theodora's door, Amynta lightly rapped, and then announced softly on the arrival of the wine as her daughter had requested. Once the allowance to enter was given however, Evelli picked up the ewer from the tray and soundlessly dismissed the maid, before pushing in herself.
There, she entered, her eyes immediately seeking out her daughter, to which Evelli held out the ewer immediately, an expectant, almost chiding look in her eye. "What do you plan on doing with this much wine, Theodora?" It was rare that Evelli called her daughter's by their full name. She had affectionate names for all her brood, from the eldest to the youngest (although admittedly, for a name like Imma, it was deucedly hard to find a nickname for), a way of the mother showing her love to her offspring. The usage of the full name only came out when Evelli was thoroughly bothered, and for the moment, that was an understatement.
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With the end of the month within the next few days, Evelli was kept busy in preparation for her trip to return to Macendia, between ensuring the wedding preparations were in place despite the delay that was necessary, and Olympia's wellbeing, separated as they may be. The news of the delay had not been taken well by the Leventi matriarch. Eager as she was to see her daughter wedded to the eldest son of a prince however, she too knew that when the King had decreed a summon to arms of all his allies and able-bodied men, it was unlikely that any was to decline. And how was one supposed to perform a wedding with the groom himself in absentia? So Evelli had been inclined to agree, however reluctantly. Whatever food which had been prepared for the wedding was quickly served, the rest of the non-perishables kept in a place where no harm would come to it.
In the late of the noon, as the sun began to take a more golden glow as compared to the hot afternoon heat, Evelli ran a hand through her hair as she entered the cooling main hallway of the Leventi household, just returned from her trip to the temples. She attempted to make a trip there every day or other, if just to ask for the blessings of the gods on all her offspring and her husband. With Georgios off in the countryside, she was left alone in ensuring the safety and security of all five of their brood, and Evelli found herself quite tired, despite having been doing this for the last thirty or so years.
Chalking it off to her age catching up to her, she was just about to turn, handing her sheer cloak to a waiting maidservant, when a clatter of feet made her turn. Evelli's sharp eyes was quick to catch a maid carrying a tray, but what surprised the matriarch the most was not the chalice... but the whole ewer from which she could catch a gentle whiff of wine. "Amynta, stop right there." Evelli's voice rang clear. The gentle maid stopped, bowing as Evelli drew nearer. "Lady Theodora has asked for this, my lady."
"The whole ewer?" Evelli asked in an aghast tone. Timidly, the maid nodded. Almost immediately, the mother of five frowned, peering in to the ewer that was 3/4 full of the dark, almost ink black, aromatic liquid that was produced in their vineyards. While the Leventi's mostly dedicated their lands to horse breeding, their reluctance to purchase fine wine from the Condos vineyards meant they dedicated a small portion to wine-making. While it may not be as fine as the wine produced by their rival family, it was still quality as compared to wine produced by their neighboring kingdoms. But it was still something Evelli did not think her second daughter should be over-imbibing of. "Has she requested for more throughout the day?"
"U-usually one ewer a day, my lady. Or two." Amynta replied. But the implication in the maid's voice was clear. There would always be more.
"Bring me to her room." By then, Evelli's voice was straitlaced and tight as she followed behind the maid still balancing the tray. At Theodora's door, Amynta lightly rapped, and then announced softly on the arrival of the wine as her daughter had requested. Once the allowance to enter was given however, Evelli picked up the ewer from the tray and soundlessly dismissed the maid, before pushing in herself.
There, she entered, her eyes immediately seeking out her daughter, to which Evelli held out the ewer immediately, an expectant, almost chiding look in her eye. "What do you plan on doing with this much wine, Theodora?" It was rare that Evelli called her daughter's by their full name. She had affectionate names for all her brood, from the eldest to the youngest (although admittedly, for a name like Imma, it was deucedly hard to find a nickname for), a way of the mother showing her love to her offspring. The usage of the full name only came out when Evelli was thoroughly bothered, and for the moment, that was an understatement.
With the end of the month within the next few days, Evelli was kept busy in preparation for her trip to return to Macendia, between ensuring the wedding preparations were in place despite the delay that was necessary, and Olympia's wellbeing, separated as they may be. The news of the delay had not been taken well by the Leventi matriarch. Eager as she was to see her daughter wedded to the eldest son of a prince however, she too knew that when the King had decreed a summon to arms of all his allies and able-bodied men, it was unlikely that any was to decline. And how was one supposed to perform a wedding with the groom himself in absentia? So Evelli had been inclined to agree, however reluctantly. Whatever food which had been prepared for the wedding was quickly served, the rest of the non-perishables kept in a place where no harm would come to it.
In the late of the noon, as the sun began to take a more golden glow as compared to the hot afternoon heat, Evelli ran a hand through her hair as she entered the cooling main hallway of the Leventi household, just returned from her trip to the temples. She attempted to make a trip there every day or other, if just to ask for the blessings of the gods on all her offspring and her husband. With Georgios off in the countryside, she was left alone in ensuring the safety and security of all five of their brood, and Evelli found herself quite tired, despite having been doing this for the last thirty or so years.
Chalking it off to her age catching up to her, she was just about to turn, handing her sheer cloak to a waiting maidservant, when a clatter of feet made her turn. Evelli's sharp eyes was quick to catch a maid carrying a tray, but what surprised the matriarch the most was not the chalice... but the whole ewer from which she could catch a gentle whiff of wine. "Amynta, stop right there." Evelli's voice rang clear. The gentle maid stopped, bowing as Evelli drew nearer. "Lady Theodora has asked for this, my lady."
"The whole ewer?" Evelli asked in an aghast tone. Timidly, the maid nodded. Almost immediately, the mother of five frowned, peering in to the ewer that was 3/4 full of the dark, almost ink black, aromatic liquid that was produced in their vineyards. While the Leventi's mostly dedicated their lands to horse breeding, their reluctance to purchase fine wine from the Condos vineyards meant they dedicated a small portion to wine-making. While it may not be as fine as the wine produced by their rival family, it was still quality as compared to wine produced by their neighboring kingdoms. But it was still something Evelli did not think her second daughter should be over-imbibing of. "Has she requested for more throughout the day?"
"U-usually one ewer a day, my lady. Or two." Amynta replied. But the implication in the maid's voice was clear. There would always be more.
"Bring me to her room." By then, Evelli's voice was straitlaced and tight as she followed behind the maid still balancing the tray. At Theodora's door, Amynta lightly rapped, and then announced softly on the arrival of the wine as her daughter had requested. Once the allowance to enter was given however, Evelli picked up the ewer from the tray and soundlessly dismissed the maid, before pushing in herself.
There, she entered, her eyes immediately seeking out her daughter, to which Evelli held out the ewer immediately, an expectant, almost chiding look in her eye. "What do you plan on doing with this much wine, Theodora?" It was rare that Evelli called her daughter's by their full name. She had affectionate names for all her brood, from the eldest to the youngest (although admittedly, for a name like Imma, it was deucedly hard to find a nickname for), a way of the mother showing her love to her offspring. The usage of the full name only came out when Evelli was thoroughly bothered, and for the moment, that was an understatement.
The numbness was wearing off.
It always did at this time of night. That warm glow of thoughtlessness that came with the perfect amount of wine. It wasn’t difficult to deal with the anxiety that came without it during the day. There were people around. People she knew and loved. She felt safe and she could focus on their problems. Olympia and the baby. Ensuring she was comfortable.. That she retained the heir to the throne for as long as possible. The waywardness of the king and how her situation now mirrored that of the queens. She was thankful that she’d been confronted with Emilios’s disloyalty though. If only to keep her from making the mistake of marrying him and suffering the same fate as Pia. There was much she could endure.. Adultery was not one of them.
Selene and her preparations and worries on meeting again with the prince of Colchis. She could lose herself in ensuring she had everything she needed. That she had an outlet to vent to when she wasn’t helping out with Pia or with Georgios. ...Georgios. By the Gods, she’d missed him as he’d gone home to rest and recuperate before the wedding. She missed speaking earnestly with him.. Missed their long conversations about everything and nothing at the same time. But most of all she missed how he used to look at her before she told him of her affair with Emilios. Still, before her mother took him away, she’d poured hours of every day by his bedside; reading letters and tomes to him, or falling asleep draped over the foot of his bed. Always to his consternation. But truly there was no other place she’d rather be than with him. If anything were to happen… if he didn’t recover from his illness…..
It was yet another topic she didn’t discuss with anyone.
Nana seemed well enough on her own, of course.. But when the opportunity arose, she visited with her flighty younger sister. Most of their conversations were diversions spent pouring over fashion and different ways to style hair. She didn’t mind the frivolity. It provided enough of a distraction that her mind remained on the tasks of picking out dresses and jewelry instead of black hooded figures and dead bodies on the courtyard floor.
Bodies she still saw strewn out every time she walked downstairs. Shrouded in darkness. The press of the blade against her throat and the firm torso against her back. The smell of leather and smoke and blood and wine mixed together still assailed her senses. Emilios surrounded by the hooded forms; so close to losing his own life. ….and Achilleas.
Gods alive she couldn’t think about it.
And so she invested her time in Imma. In showing the girl how much she was loved. Of restoring the innocence she’d lost after the creed attacks. She lounged in her room for hours while she painted her secret paintings that she refused to let Theo see. The smell of paint helped to drown out the smell of blood.
And when the paint wasn’t close, the smell of wine always helped.
The house was quiet as her mother and the staff prepared for her return to Macendia. She’d waited until most of her sisters were abed, or away before ordering a vessel of wine. It was more than she needed most nights, but others it wasn’t enough. Tonight her nerves were shot. Her hands shook from thinking about her father’s health. Of sending Achilleas off to battle the creed. The shadows in her mind surrounded him. Surrounded Emilios. What if Emilios didn’t return?
What if Achilleas didn’t?
What if the creed took more from her than they already did? They’d already destroyed her peace of mind. Her king. Her prince and friend. She’d lost others that day too.. From noble houses that the world seemed to move on and forget about. She’d never see Caiaphas and Iantha again. Lachesis and Melaina. They were lost in the fallout after the circus massacres. The image of the hanging… all of these horrors she’d born witness to in the last two months that she consoled her sisters and friends for were buried in her own soul; festering. The demons only grew in her mind; overshadowing her sanity and insistent on being acknowledged.
She drowned them in wine.
She rung her trembling hands before shaking them out; finding it difficult to brush her hair. But she pulled the mass of dark waves over her other shoulder and continued as she sat on the bench in front of a small table; her foot tucked beneath her in the silence. The knock on the door made her start and her heart raced ahead of her; drowning out the silence for a moment before she calmed herself enough to reason logically that it was Amynta.
The creed wouldn’t knock.
Clearing her throat to remove the shakiness in her voice, she called her in. But it wasn’t Amynta that greeted her with the ewer in hand, it was Evelli. The tone of her voice that of a scolding and one Theo had not received in… well.. A rather long time.
But Theo was, if anything, her mother’s daughter. Well trained since she was a girl to handle any social situation that arose, she gave no indication that such a request was untoward, or that her mother's annoyance was warranted. Setting the brush down, she sighed and stood; meaning to take the vessel from her so she could pour a glass. “Drink some so that I may fall asleep more easily. What else does one do with an ewer of wine? Would you care to join me, Mother? Is everything prepared for your return home? ...Come.. tell me of your plans for yout time in Macendia.”Evelli of Leventi
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It always did at this time of night. That warm glow of thoughtlessness that came with the perfect amount of wine. It wasn’t difficult to deal with the anxiety that came without it during the day. There were people around. People she knew and loved. She felt safe and she could focus on their problems. Olympia and the baby. Ensuring she was comfortable.. That she retained the heir to the throne for as long as possible. The waywardness of the king and how her situation now mirrored that of the queens. She was thankful that she’d been confronted with Emilios’s disloyalty though. If only to keep her from making the mistake of marrying him and suffering the same fate as Pia. There was much she could endure.. Adultery was not one of them.
Selene and her preparations and worries on meeting again with the prince of Colchis. She could lose herself in ensuring she had everything she needed. That she had an outlet to vent to when she wasn’t helping out with Pia or with Georgios. ...Georgios. By the Gods, she’d missed him as he’d gone home to rest and recuperate before the wedding. She missed speaking earnestly with him.. Missed their long conversations about everything and nothing at the same time. But most of all she missed how he used to look at her before she told him of her affair with Emilios. Still, before her mother took him away, she’d poured hours of every day by his bedside; reading letters and tomes to him, or falling asleep draped over the foot of his bed. Always to his consternation. But truly there was no other place she’d rather be than with him. If anything were to happen… if he didn’t recover from his illness…..
It was yet another topic she didn’t discuss with anyone.
Nana seemed well enough on her own, of course.. But when the opportunity arose, she visited with her flighty younger sister. Most of their conversations were diversions spent pouring over fashion and different ways to style hair. She didn’t mind the frivolity. It provided enough of a distraction that her mind remained on the tasks of picking out dresses and jewelry instead of black hooded figures and dead bodies on the courtyard floor.
Bodies she still saw strewn out every time she walked downstairs. Shrouded in darkness. The press of the blade against her throat and the firm torso against her back. The smell of leather and smoke and blood and wine mixed together still assailed her senses. Emilios surrounded by the hooded forms; so close to losing his own life. ….and Achilleas.
Gods alive she couldn’t think about it.
And so she invested her time in Imma. In showing the girl how much she was loved. Of restoring the innocence she’d lost after the creed attacks. She lounged in her room for hours while she painted her secret paintings that she refused to let Theo see. The smell of paint helped to drown out the smell of blood.
And when the paint wasn’t close, the smell of wine always helped.
The house was quiet as her mother and the staff prepared for her return to Macendia. She’d waited until most of her sisters were abed, or away before ordering a vessel of wine. It was more than she needed most nights, but others it wasn’t enough. Tonight her nerves were shot. Her hands shook from thinking about her father’s health. Of sending Achilleas off to battle the creed. The shadows in her mind surrounded him. Surrounded Emilios. What if Emilios didn’t return?
What if Achilleas didn’t?
What if the creed took more from her than they already did? They’d already destroyed her peace of mind. Her king. Her prince and friend. She’d lost others that day too.. From noble houses that the world seemed to move on and forget about. She’d never see Caiaphas and Iantha again. Lachesis and Melaina. They were lost in the fallout after the circus massacres. The image of the hanging… all of these horrors she’d born witness to in the last two months that she consoled her sisters and friends for were buried in her own soul; festering. The demons only grew in her mind; overshadowing her sanity and insistent on being acknowledged.
She drowned them in wine.
She rung her trembling hands before shaking them out; finding it difficult to brush her hair. But she pulled the mass of dark waves over her other shoulder and continued as she sat on the bench in front of a small table; her foot tucked beneath her in the silence. The knock on the door made her start and her heart raced ahead of her; drowning out the silence for a moment before she calmed herself enough to reason logically that it was Amynta.
The creed wouldn’t knock.
Clearing her throat to remove the shakiness in her voice, she called her in. But it wasn’t Amynta that greeted her with the ewer in hand, it was Evelli. The tone of her voice that of a scolding and one Theo had not received in… well.. A rather long time.
But Theo was, if anything, her mother’s daughter. Well trained since she was a girl to handle any social situation that arose, she gave no indication that such a request was untoward, or that her mother's annoyance was warranted. Setting the brush down, she sighed and stood; meaning to take the vessel from her so she could pour a glass. “Drink some so that I may fall asleep more easily. What else does one do with an ewer of wine? Would you care to join me, Mother? Is everything prepared for your return home? ...Come.. tell me of your plans for yout time in Macendia.”Evelli of Leventi
The numbness was wearing off.
It always did at this time of night. That warm glow of thoughtlessness that came with the perfect amount of wine. It wasn’t difficult to deal with the anxiety that came without it during the day. There were people around. People she knew and loved. She felt safe and she could focus on their problems. Olympia and the baby. Ensuring she was comfortable.. That she retained the heir to the throne for as long as possible. The waywardness of the king and how her situation now mirrored that of the queens. She was thankful that she’d been confronted with Emilios’s disloyalty though. If only to keep her from making the mistake of marrying him and suffering the same fate as Pia. There was much she could endure.. Adultery was not one of them.
Selene and her preparations and worries on meeting again with the prince of Colchis. She could lose herself in ensuring she had everything she needed. That she had an outlet to vent to when she wasn’t helping out with Pia or with Georgios. ...Georgios. By the Gods, she’d missed him as he’d gone home to rest and recuperate before the wedding. She missed speaking earnestly with him.. Missed their long conversations about everything and nothing at the same time. But most of all she missed how he used to look at her before she told him of her affair with Emilios. Still, before her mother took him away, she’d poured hours of every day by his bedside; reading letters and tomes to him, or falling asleep draped over the foot of his bed. Always to his consternation. But truly there was no other place she’d rather be than with him. If anything were to happen… if he didn’t recover from his illness…..
It was yet another topic she didn’t discuss with anyone.
Nana seemed well enough on her own, of course.. But when the opportunity arose, she visited with her flighty younger sister. Most of their conversations were diversions spent pouring over fashion and different ways to style hair. She didn’t mind the frivolity. It provided enough of a distraction that her mind remained on the tasks of picking out dresses and jewelry instead of black hooded figures and dead bodies on the courtyard floor.
Bodies she still saw strewn out every time she walked downstairs. Shrouded in darkness. The press of the blade against her throat and the firm torso against her back. The smell of leather and smoke and blood and wine mixed together still assailed her senses. Emilios surrounded by the hooded forms; so close to losing his own life. ….and Achilleas.
Gods alive she couldn’t think about it.
And so she invested her time in Imma. In showing the girl how much she was loved. Of restoring the innocence she’d lost after the creed attacks. She lounged in her room for hours while she painted her secret paintings that she refused to let Theo see. The smell of paint helped to drown out the smell of blood.
And when the paint wasn’t close, the smell of wine always helped.
The house was quiet as her mother and the staff prepared for her return to Macendia. She’d waited until most of her sisters were abed, or away before ordering a vessel of wine. It was more than she needed most nights, but others it wasn’t enough. Tonight her nerves were shot. Her hands shook from thinking about her father’s health. Of sending Achilleas off to battle the creed. The shadows in her mind surrounded him. Surrounded Emilios. What if Emilios didn’t return?
What if Achilleas didn’t?
What if the creed took more from her than they already did? They’d already destroyed her peace of mind. Her king. Her prince and friend. She’d lost others that day too.. From noble houses that the world seemed to move on and forget about. She’d never see Caiaphas and Iantha again. Lachesis and Melaina. They were lost in the fallout after the circus massacres. The image of the hanging… all of these horrors she’d born witness to in the last two months that she consoled her sisters and friends for were buried in her own soul; festering. The demons only grew in her mind; overshadowing her sanity and insistent on being acknowledged.
She drowned them in wine.
She rung her trembling hands before shaking them out; finding it difficult to brush her hair. But she pulled the mass of dark waves over her other shoulder and continued as she sat on the bench in front of a small table; her foot tucked beneath her in the silence. The knock on the door made her start and her heart raced ahead of her; drowning out the silence for a moment before she calmed herself enough to reason logically that it was Amynta.
The creed wouldn’t knock.
Clearing her throat to remove the shakiness in her voice, she called her in. But it wasn’t Amynta that greeted her with the ewer in hand, it was Evelli. The tone of her voice that of a scolding and one Theo had not received in… well.. A rather long time.
But Theo was, if anything, her mother’s daughter. Well trained since she was a girl to handle any social situation that arose, she gave no indication that such a request was untoward, or that her mother's annoyance was warranted. Setting the brush down, she sighed and stood; meaning to take the vessel from her so she could pour a glass. “Drink some so that I may fall asleep more easily. What else does one do with an ewer of wine? Would you care to join me, Mother? Is everything prepared for your return home? ...Come.. tell me of your plans for yout time in Macendia.”Evelli of Leventi
The mother wasn't a fool, try as the daughter may to appear as if she was simply readying for a night to bed. As Theodora stepped closer and reached out to grab the ewer from her hands, Evelli held it out of reach, honeyed eyes peering into the ones that Theodora herself had inherited from her mother, seeing the slight glassiness that only came from... emotions Evelli could yet place her finger on.
On her way up, the matriarch had questioned Amynta on exactly how often her daughter had been requesting for the wine, and the answer was not something any mother would like to get. To put it concisely, it was an amount more then Evelli was comfortable having Theodora drink, and she wasn't leaving without finding out why a daughter of the Leventi house as as deep in her cups as some bawdy sailorman at a dockside tavern. "The amount you drink in a day could water a tavern for a week, daughter." she replied in a flat tone, taking a step back and holding the receptacle away.
"One drinks one glass if one wanted to have a nightcap. Not a whole ewer." Her eyes narrowed, the elder lady's mind ticking. Evelli had not been as up to date with her second born as she would've liked recently. Theodora had never given her much cause to worry. She was level headed and knew and understood what Evelli had spent her whole life drilling into her daughters - the importance of marrying for a better life. Much like Olympia, Theodora was of sound mind, and Evelli never had to worry. While that didn't mean she abandoned or neglected Theodora by any means, the furor of Olympia's pregnancy and marriage as well as the recent news of the arrival of the Crown Prince of Colchis after Selene's prolonged stay in the tougher kingdom, meant Evelli had had her hands full.
But when situations presented themselves, the brunette was unlikely to walk away from it, this being one of them.
Bringing the ewer down, she now held the clay-made receptacle at waist height as her eyes scrutinized her offspring. The wine sloshing almost at the brim of the ewer which reached just above her chest as she took a step closer, Evelli frowned as she spoke. "I will know of your father's condition upon my arrival in Macendia in a few days, but from the missives I have received from the steward in Macendia, all seems to be well aside from the fact that your father is being his stubborn self." Likely not listening to the physician's advice for him to stay abed, and pushing his luck. It was why Evelli had made the split second decision to pick her husband up from his barony, as well as check on him in a few days.
Her mind was well focused on a subject however, and try as she may, she would not be distracted. Before Theodora could slot in another question, the mother was quick to jump in again. "Amynta and the servants you do more then just drink to fall asleep. Do not lie to me, Theodora of Leventi. Do you seek to drown yourself in spirits? Your wedding to Lord Achilleas is soon, and you marry well into the family of Prince Irakles, daughter. Why do you seek to embarass yourself by imbibing yourself?"
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The mother wasn't a fool, try as the daughter may to appear as if she was simply readying for a night to bed. As Theodora stepped closer and reached out to grab the ewer from her hands, Evelli held it out of reach, honeyed eyes peering into the ones that Theodora herself had inherited from her mother, seeing the slight glassiness that only came from... emotions Evelli could yet place her finger on.
On her way up, the matriarch had questioned Amynta on exactly how often her daughter had been requesting for the wine, and the answer was not something any mother would like to get. To put it concisely, it was an amount more then Evelli was comfortable having Theodora drink, and she wasn't leaving without finding out why a daughter of the Leventi house as as deep in her cups as some bawdy sailorman at a dockside tavern. "The amount you drink in a day could water a tavern for a week, daughter." she replied in a flat tone, taking a step back and holding the receptacle away.
"One drinks one glass if one wanted to have a nightcap. Not a whole ewer." Her eyes narrowed, the elder lady's mind ticking. Evelli had not been as up to date with her second born as she would've liked recently. Theodora had never given her much cause to worry. She was level headed and knew and understood what Evelli had spent her whole life drilling into her daughters - the importance of marrying for a better life. Much like Olympia, Theodora was of sound mind, and Evelli never had to worry. While that didn't mean she abandoned or neglected Theodora by any means, the furor of Olympia's pregnancy and marriage as well as the recent news of the arrival of the Crown Prince of Colchis after Selene's prolonged stay in the tougher kingdom, meant Evelli had had her hands full.
But when situations presented themselves, the brunette was unlikely to walk away from it, this being one of them.
Bringing the ewer down, she now held the clay-made receptacle at waist height as her eyes scrutinized her offspring. The wine sloshing almost at the brim of the ewer which reached just above her chest as she took a step closer, Evelli frowned as she spoke. "I will know of your father's condition upon my arrival in Macendia in a few days, but from the missives I have received from the steward in Macendia, all seems to be well aside from the fact that your father is being his stubborn self." Likely not listening to the physician's advice for him to stay abed, and pushing his luck. It was why Evelli had made the split second decision to pick her husband up from his barony, as well as check on him in a few days.
Her mind was well focused on a subject however, and try as she may, she would not be distracted. Before Theodora could slot in another question, the mother was quick to jump in again. "Amynta and the servants you do more then just drink to fall asleep. Do not lie to me, Theodora of Leventi. Do you seek to drown yourself in spirits? Your wedding to Lord Achilleas is soon, and you marry well into the family of Prince Irakles, daughter. Why do you seek to embarass yourself by imbibing yourself?"
The mother wasn't a fool, try as the daughter may to appear as if she was simply readying for a night to bed. As Theodora stepped closer and reached out to grab the ewer from her hands, Evelli held it out of reach, honeyed eyes peering into the ones that Theodora herself had inherited from her mother, seeing the slight glassiness that only came from... emotions Evelli could yet place her finger on.
On her way up, the matriarch had questioned Amynta on exactly how often her daughter had been requesting for the wine, and the answer was not something any mother would like to get. To put it concisely, it was an amount more then Evelli was comfortable having Theodora drink, and she wasn't leaving without finding out why a daughter of the Leventi house as as deep in her cups as some bawdy sailorman at a dockside tavern. "The amount you drink in a day could water a tavern for a week, daughter." she replied in a flat tone, taking a step back and holding the receptacle away.
"One drinks one glass if one wanted to have a nightcap. Not a whole ewer." Her eyes narrowed, the elder lady's mind ticking. Evelli had not been as up to date with her second born as she would've liked recently. Theodora had never given her much cause to worry. She was level headed and knew and understood what Evelli had spent her whole life drilling into her daughters - the importance of marrying for a better life. Much like Olympia, Theodora was of sound mind, and Evelli never had to worry. While that didn't mean she abandoned or neglected Theodora by any means, the furor of Olympia's pregnancy and marriage as well as the recent news of the arrival of the Crown Prince of Colchis after Selene's prolonged stay in the tougher kingdom, meant Evelli had had her hands full.
But when situations presented themselves, the brunette was unlikely to walk away from it, this being one of them.
Bringing the ewer down, she now held the clay-made receptacle at waist height as her eyes scrutinized her offspring. The wine sloshing almost at the brim of the ewer which reached just above her chest as she took a step closer, Evelli frowned as she spoke. "I will know of your father's condition upon my arrival in Macendia in a few days, but from the missives I have received from the steward in Macendia, all seems to be well aside from the fact that your father is being his stubborn self." Likely not listening to the physician's advice for him to stay abed, and pushing his luck. It was why Evelli had made the split second decision to pick her husband up from his barony, as well as check on him in a few days.
Her mind was well focused on a subject however, and try as she may, she would not be distracted. Before Theodora could slot in another question, the mother was quick to jump in again. "Amynta and the servants you do more then just drink to fall asleep. Do not lie to me, Theodora of Leventi. Do you seek to drown yourself in spirits? Your wedding to Lord Achilleas is soon, and you marry well into the family of Prince Irakles, daughter. Why do you seek to embarass yourself by imbibing yourself?"
There was nothing for her to concern herself with.
At least that’s what she thought as her mother tugged the ewer away from her grasp. Theo gave her a confused look, but dropped her hands; not about to fight with her mother over a vessel of wine. Still, the elder Leventi seemed troubled and annoyed with her and Theo was anything if not a listener. It was what she was best at, after all...was it not? So she listened.. As her mother insulted the amount of wine she drank.
Plush lips turned down moreso than usual and a muscle clenched in her jaw as Evelli stepped back; denying the drink. The insinuation that she was drinking too much.. Drinking to heavily was… outrageous. Theo’d never had more than the average Taengean.. At least not at once. And what harm was there in having two or three glasses before bed? It kept the nightmares at bay. It helped her sleep without waking up imagining a blade at her throat. At least with some wine, it stayed off the horrors.. Even if it dulled any other dreams she may have had.
She turned silently and went back to the chair as if forgetting about the ewer; even if it was the only thing she could think about. “Really mother… two or three glasses before bed does not a tavern maid make. You of all people know that one glass isn’t even worth wasting one's time over.” She’d plucked up her brush and began raking it slowly through her hair again; forcing her posture to remain as relaxed as the loose-fitting robe she wore over her sleeping gown.
Her attempts at deflecting the conversation to Evelli’s upcoming trip went unnoticed, of course as the woman was like a dog with a bone; throwing out accusations and insinuations as if sowing seeds in spring. Theo pursed her lips and looked at her in the mirror as she put the brush down. “I’ve no intention of doing any such thing. I’ve never once embarrassed this family and I don’t intend to start now. Honestly, mother… twenty-six years… do you have no faith in me at all??” She stopped herself from going further; controlling her ire as she’d been trained to do years ago. That fire...that spirit had only ever been shown to one person, for all the good it did her. But she’d been a model daughter through childhood and adolescence. She’d never had to be told anything more than once. Her vision for her future had always mirrored Evelli’s.. Her drive to achieve greatness and to marry at only the highest station. It’d always allowed Evelli to focus her concerns elsewhere and it was something Theo had strived for; not to go unnoticed by her mother, but to go unnoticed for the wrong reasons.
It was why she’d kept her affair with Emilios secret; why they told no one.. Instead, plotting and dreaming of one day when he would rank high enough in the military and have acquired enough wealth that he could go to Georgios and Evelli himself and ask for her hand without fear of being turned away or worrying about dishonoring them. Everything she did was in consideration for her family.. For their reputation. Emilios was the only selfish decision she’d ever made and look how that had turned out.
It was also why she didn’t express her fears and anxieties about the creed attacks with her family or lament over what had happened to her that night. She’d heard about the attacks at the circus so frequently from her sisters and family she could picture the whole thing in her mind; she didn’t need to be there. But she said very little about her night home. She didn’t want them to carry the same burden or to worry about her when all of them had their own anxieties to worry over.
But now she was refocused. Achilleas was her future now and any reluctance she had a week ago had vanished after dinner with her uncle and sisters. Once again her goals and desires were as they should have been; in complete alliance with her mothers; with her family’s. And the wine? Well. A bit of wine helped her to forget about the attacks; at least for a little while.
“If you’ve only come here to make insinuations then please save your breath. You have a long trip to prepare yourself for and you needn’t exhaust yourself over such an outlandish fabrication. If you don’t want me to have a nightcap then take it off with you..” She waved her hand dismissively at the thought of the ewer. “I would have only had enough to settle my nerves and help me stay asleep.” She stood and plucked up a fletching; another nervous habit she had; fingers toying with the stiff feathers that were half downy soft with her worries by now. She felt mildly defensive, but she didn’t feel as if two or three glasses before bed were a problem and that Evelli was making a mountain out of a molehill. But if it calmed her mother to keep her from drinking, she wouldn’t stop her. “But if it helps ease your mind, lock it away. I don’t want you worrying over me. You have enough to concern yourself with.”
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There was nothing for her to concern herself with.
At least that’s what she thought as her mother tugged the ewer away from her grasp. Theo gave her a confused look, but dropped her hands; not about to fight with her mother over a vessel of wine. Still, the elder Leventi seemed troubled and annoyed with her and Theo was anything if not a listener. It was what she was best at, after all...was it not? So she listened.. As her mother insulted the amount of wine she drank.
Plush lips turned down moreso than usual and a muscle clenched in her jaw as Evelli stepped back; denying the drink. The insinuation that she was drinking too much.. Drinking to heavily was… outrageous. Theo’d never had more than the average Taengean.. At least not at once. And what harm was there in having two or three glasses before bed? It kept the nightmares at bay. It helped her sleep without waking up imagining a blade at her throat. At least with some wine, it stayed off the horrors.. Even if it dulled any other dreams she may have had.
She turned silently and went back to the chair as if forgetting about the ewer; even if it was the only thing she could think about. “Really mother… two or three glasses before bed does not a tavern maid make. You of all people know that one glass isn’t even worth wasting one's time over.” She’d plucked up her brush and began raking it slowly through her hair again; forcing her posture to remain as relaxed as the loose-fitting robe she wore over her sleeping gown.
Her attempts at deflecting the conversation to Evelli’s upcoming trip went unnoticed, of course as the woman was like a dog with a bone; throwing out accusations and insinuations as if sowing seeds in spring. Theo pursed her lips and looked at her in the mirror as she put the brush down. “I’ve no intention of doing any such thing. I’ve never once embarrassed this family and I don’t intend to start now. Honestly, mother… twenty-six years… do you have no faith in me at all??” She stopped herself from going further; controlling her ire as she’d been trained to do years ago. That fire...that spirit had only ever been shown to one person, for all the good it did her. But she’d been a model daughter through childhood and adolescence. She’d never had to be told anything more than once. Her vision for her future had always mirrored Evelli’s.. Her drive to achieve greatness and to marry at only the highest station. It’d always allowed Evelli to focus her concerns elsewhere and it was something Theo had strived for; not to go unnoticed by her mother, but to go unnoticed for the wrong reasons.
It was why she’d kept her affair with Emilios secret; why they told no one.. Instead, plotting and dreaming of one day when he would rank high enough in the military and have acquired enough wealth that he could go to Georgios and Evelli himself and ask for her hand without fear of being turned away or worrying about dishonoring them. Everything she did was in consideration for her family.. For their reputation. Emilios was the only selfish decision she’d ever made and look how that had turned out.
It was also why she didn’t express her fears and anxieties about the creed attacks with her family or lament over what had happened to her that night. She’d heard about the attacks at the circus so frequently from her sisters and family she could picture the whole thing in her mind; she didn’t need to be there. But she said very little about her night home. She didn’t want them to carry the same burden or to worry about her when all of them had their own anxieties to worry over.
But now she was refocused. Achilleas was her future now and any reluctance she had a week ago had vanished after dinner with her uncle and sisters. Once again her goals and desires were as they should have been; in complete alliance with her mothers; with her family’s. And the wine? Well. A bit of wine helped her to forget about the attacks; at least for a little while.
“If you’ve only come here to make insinuations then please save your breath. You have a long trip to prepare yourself for and you needn’t exhaust yourself over such an outlandish fabrication. If you don’t want me to have a nightcap then take it off with you..” She waved her hand dismissively at the thought of the ewer. “I would have only had enough to settle my nerves and help me stay asleep.” She stood and plucked up a fletching; another nervous habit she had; fingers toying with the stiff feathers that were half downy soft with her worries by now. She felt mildly defensive, but she didn’t feel as if two or three glasses before bed were a problem and that Evelli was making a mountain out of a molehill. But if it calmed her mother to keep her from drinking, she wouldn’t stop her. “But if it helps ease your mind, lock it away. I don’t want you worrying over me. You have enough to concern yourself with.”
There was nothing for her to concern herself with.
At least that’s what she thought as her mother tugged the ewer away from her grasp. Theo gave her a confused look, but dropped her hands; not about to fight with her mother over a vessel of wine. Still, the elder Leventi seemed troubled and annoyed with her and Theo was anything if not a listener. It was what she was best at, after all...was it not? So she listened.. As her mother insulted the amount of wine she drank.
Plush lips turned down moreso than usual and a muscle clenched in her jaw as Evelli stepped back; denying the drink. The insinuation that she was drinking too much.. Drinking to heavily was… outrageous. Theo’d never had more than the average Taengean.. At least not at once. And what harm was there in having two or three glasses before bed? It kept the nightmares at bay. It helped her sleep without waking up imagining a blade at her throat. At least with some wine, it stayed off the horrors.. Even if it dulled any other dreams she may have had.
She turned silently and went back to the chair as if forgetting about the ewer; even if it was the only thing she could think about. “Really mother… two or three glasses before bed does not a tavern maid make. You of all people know that one glass isn’t even worth wasting one's time over.” She’d plucked up her brush and began raking it slowly through her hair again; forcing her posture to remain as relaxed as the loose-fitting robe she wore over her sleeping gown.
Her attempts at deflecting the conversation to Evelli’s upcoming trip went unnoticed, of course as the woman was like a dog with a bone; throwing out accusations and insinuations as if sowing seeds in spring. Theo pursed her lips and looked at her in the mirror as she put the brush down. “I’ve no intention of doing any such thing. I’ve never once embarrassed this family and I don’t intend to start now. Honestly, mother… twenty-six years… do you have no faith in me at all??” She stopped herself from going further; controlling her ire as she’d been trained to do years ago. That fire...that spirit had only ever been shown to one person, for all the good it did her. But she’d been a model daughter through childhood and adolescence. She’d never had to be told anything more than once. Her vision for her future had always mirrored Evelli’s.. Her drive to achieve greatness and to marry at only the highest station. It’d always allowed Evelli to focus her concerns elsewhere and it was something Theo had strived for; not to go unnoticed by her mother, but to go unnoticed for the wrong reasons.
It was why she’d kept her affair with Emilios secret; why they told no one.. Instead, plotting and dreaming of one day when he would rank high enough in the military and have acquired enough wealth that he could go to Georgios and Evelli himself and ask for her hand without fear of being turned away or worrying about dishonoring them. Everything she did was in consideration for her family.. For their reputation. Emilios was the only selfish decision she’d ever made and look how that had turned out.
It was also why she didn’t express her fears and anxieties about the creed attacks with her family or lament over what had happened to her that night. She’d heard about the attacks at the circus so frequently from her sisters and family she could picture the whole thing in her mind; she didn’t need to be there. But she said very little about her night home. She didn’t want them to carry the same burden or to worry about her when all of them had their own anxieties to worry over.
But now she was refocused. Achilleas was her future now and any reluctance she had a week ago had vanished after dinner with her uncle and sisters. Once again her goals and desires were as they should have been; in complete alliance with her mothers; with her family’s. And the wine? Well. A bit of wine helped her to forget about the attacks; at least for a little while.
“If you’ve only come here to make insinuations then please save your breath. You have a long trip to prepare yourself for and you needn’t exhaust yourself over such an outlandish fabrication. If you don’t want me to have a nightcap then take it off with you..” She waved her hand dismissively at the thought of the ewer. “I would have only had enough to settle my nerves and help me stay asleep.” She stood and plucked up a fletching; another nervous habit she had; fingers toying with the stiff feathers that were half downy soft with her worries by now. She felt mildly defensive, but she didn’t feel as if two or three glasses before bed were a problem and that Evelli was making a mountain out of a molehill. But if it calmed her mother to keep her from drinking, she wouldn’t stop her. “But if it helps ease your mind, lock it away. I don’t want you worrying over me. You have enough to concern yourself with.”
Yes, Taengean's hold their drink. The kingdom of her birth and the birth of her offspring was often known to be the one which had the most wine and spirits, and they enjoyed and imbibed in their produce just as much as they exported them. Her daughter may be insisting that she only drank a glass or two before bed (to which Evelli was fine with, as that was a regular amount), but she had servants telling her otherwise, and that was something the woman did not condone. "Yes, that I do. However it becomes a problem when it is not simply two or three glasses before bed." It was a subtle point that Evelli knew more then Theodora said, or that she herself was letting on, but it wasn't entirely unnoticeable.
As her second eldest made her displeasure known, Evelli's hardened look sharpened. Without a word, Evelli headed over to the door which she had dismissed the servants through earlier. Opening it, the matriarch stepped out for just a moment to wave over a servant, handing the ewer over and making a mental note to speak to the servants to limit the amount of wine Theodora was given access to. She wouldn't allow Theodora anymore then her nightcaps, and that was an instruction she intended to see the kitchen follow through. But that was a conversation with the servants for later. For now, the brunette handed it over, before heading down the hallway to return to her daughter's room. Closing the door behind her, only then did Evelli turn her attention to Theodora again, peering at her daughter as if she was studying her.
If anything, Theodora had been her reminder that not all of her daughters had to be gorgeous beauties of blonde hair and pale skin. Selene had been hailed a beauty that was blessed by Aphrodite, but in Theodora and Olympia's darker looks and tawny locks, they had a beauty of their own that was incomparable, her whole brood did.
"Perhaps it is because I had no need to worry for you at all for the first twenty-six years of your life, that I find the need to start worrying now." she murmured in return, albeit in a much gentler tone then she did before. Watching as Theo turned away to pluck at a fletching - a habit Evelli had noticed over the years, but never once mentioned, the woman first took the time to calm her own temper. It was a temper that swung with her moods, even more so in these days ever since Georgios had taken ill. But Evelli also recognized when something was amiss with Theodora, and had no wish to cause a row just before she left to see her husband.
As such, she merely took a few steps forward, and then placed a hand over her daughter's nervous pluckings of the fletching. "You're about to make it go bald, daughter. I was under the impression you liked your arrows fletched properly." It was a weak attempted at a joke, but Evelli tried anyway. Gently, she picked the arrow away from Theodora's hands, putting it away, before finally asking in a more solemn tone. "What is going on with you? You barely speak to any of us. I ... I thought you would be happier with this marriage to Lord Achilleas, Theo. You've understood more then any of your sisters, my wishes for all of your marriages. You have not been yourself." Evelli paused, as if considering her words briefly, before asking, "Is something amiss, daughter?"
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Yes, Taengean's hold their drink. The kingdom of her birth and the birth of her offspring was often known to be the one which had the most wine and spirits, and they enjoyed and imbibed in their produce just as much as they exported them. Her daughter may be insisting that she only drank a glass or two before bed (to which Evelli was fine with, as that was a regular amount), but she had servants telling her otherwise, and that was something the woman did not condone. "Yes, that I do. However it becomes a problem when it is not simply two or three glasses before bed." It was a subtle point that Evelli knew more then Theodora said, or that she herself was letting on, but it wasn't entirely unnoticeable.
As her second eldest made her displeasure known, Evelli's hardened look sharpened. Without a word, Evelli headed over to the door which she had dismissed the servants through earlier. Opening it, the matriarch stepped out for just a moment to wave over a servant, handing the ewer over and making a mental note to speak to the servants to limit the amount of wine Theodora was given access to. She wouldn't allow Theodora anymore then her nightcaps, and that was an instruction she intended to see the kitchen follow through. But that was a conversation with the servants for later. For now, the brunette handed it over, before heading down the hallway to return to her daughter's room. Closing the door behind her, only then did Evelli turn her attention to Theodora again, peering at her daughter as if she was studying her.
If anything, Theodora had been her reminder that not all of her daughters had to be gorgeous beauties of blonde hair and pale skin. Selene had been hailed a beauty that was blessed by Aphrodite, but in Theodora and Olympia's darker looks and tawny locks, they had a beauty of their own that was incomparable, her whole brood did.
"Perhaps it is because I had no need to worry for you at all for the first twenty-six years of your life, that I find the need to start worrying now." she murmured in return, albeit in a much gentler tone then she did before. Watching as Theo turned away to pluck at a fletching - a habit Evelli had noticed over the years, but never once mentioned, the woman first took the time to calm her own temper. It was a temper that swung with her moods, even more so in these days ever since Georgios had taken ill. But Evelli also recognized when something was amiss with Theodora, and had no wish to cause a row just before she left to see her husband.
As such, she merely took a few steps forward, and then placed a hand over her daughter's nervous pluckings of the fletching. "You're about to make it go bald, daughter. I was under the impression you liked your arrows fletched properly." It was a weak attempted at a joke, but Evelli tried anyway. Gently, she picked the arrow away from Theodora's hands, putting it away, before finally asking in a more solemn tone. "What is going on with you? You barely speak to any of us. I ... I thought you would be happier with this marriage to Lord Achilleas, Theo. You've understood more then any of your sisters, my wishes for all of your marriages. You have not been yourself." Evelli paused, as if considering her words briefly, before asking, "Is something amiss, daughter?"
Yes, Taengean's hold their drink. The kingdom of her birth and the birth of her offspring was often known to be the one which had the most wine and spirits, and they enjoyed and imbibed in their produce just as much as they exported them. Her daughter may be insisting that she only drank a glass or two before bed (to which Evelli was fine with, as that was a regular amount), but she had servants telling her otherwise, and that was something the woman did not condone. "Yes, that I do. However it becomes a problem when it is not simply two or three glasses before bed." It was a subtle point that Evelli knew more then Theodora said, or that she herself was letting on, but it wasn't entirely unnoticeable.
As her second eldest made her displeasure known, Evelli's hardened look sharpened. Without a word, Evelli headed over to the door which she had dismissed the servants through earlier. Opening it, the matriarch stepped out for just a moment to wave over a servant, handing the ewer over and making a mental note to speak to the servants to limit the amount of wine Theodora was given access to. She wouldn't allow Theodora anymore then her nightcaps, and that was an instruction she intended to see the kitchen follow through. But that was a conversation with the servants for later. For now, the brunette handed it over, before heading down the hallway to return to her daughter's room. Closing the door behind her, only then did Evelli turn her attention to Theodora again, peering at her daughter as if she was studying her.
If anything, Theodora had been her reminder that not all of her daughters had to be gorgeous beauties of blonde hair and pale skin. Selene had been hailed a beauty that was blessed by Aphrodite, but in Theodora and Olympia's darker looks and tawny locks, they had a beauty of their own that was incomparable, her whole brood did.
"Perhaps it is because I had no need to worry for you at all for the first twenty-six years of your life, that I find the need to start worrying now." she murmured in return, albeit in a much gentler tone then she did before. Watching as Theo turned away to pluck at a fletching - a habit Evelli had noticed over the years, but never once mentioned, the woman first took the time to calm her own temper. It was a temper that swung with her moods, even more so in these days ever since Georgios had taken ill. But Evelli also recognized when something was amiss with Theodora, and had no wish to cause a row just before she left to see her husband.
As such, she merely took a few steps forward, and then placed a hand over her daughter's nervous pluckings of the fletching. "You're about to make it go bald, daughter. I was under the impression you liked your arrows fletched properly." It was a weak attempted at a joke, but Evelli tried anyway. Gently, she picked the arrow away from Theodora's hands, putting it away, before finally asking in a more solemn tone. "What is going on with you? You barely speak to any of us. I ... I thought you would be happier with this marriage to Lord Achilleas, Theo. You've understood more then any of your sisters, my wishes for all of your marriages. You have not been yourself." Evelli paused, as if considering her words briefly, before asking, "Is something amiss, daughter?"
One by one Evelli was stripping her of her shields; her defenses to help her deal with her emotions. Or not deal as the case may be. First, she’d plucked up the ewer of wine without giving her a glass to help her through the night; leaving the room to hand it off to a maid. A frisson of heightened irritation washed over her as she sent the container away as if not trusting her to make her own decisions. As a grown adult. And then returning to take away her feathers. Feathers she’d worried over since she was an adolescent. Always replaced by a fresh set until they too became downy soft and completely useless as well.
Her attempt at a joke fell flat and she thought even Evelli herself knew that. ...But it was enough to break through the annoyance she hid from her mother… about her mother. How could she stay angry with her? How could she stay angry with any of them? Her family… beyond anything else was the most important thing to her. Their blood, their name, and their bond. She’d lived her entire life advancing them in every way she could as a second born daughter. By marrying well and by building up everyone in the house so that she carried their burdens herself. Imma’s anxiety of late in seeing her leave the nest only heightened her own. What happened when she wasn’t here for one of them to turn to? When she was across town in a foreign house.. With a foreign name to call her own? How could she ever be anything but a Leventi??
Evelli’s ever perceptive nature picked at the tiny crumbs of bread Theo must have left to hint at the war that raged inside her; drawing her own conclusion and she stood with her fingers threaded together on the verge of telling her everything. It was the first time anyone had asked her what was wrong in months. But what would laying her problems at her mother's feet solve aside from causing her more undue anxiety? And this before she was set to return to Georgios who was weak and burdened with the knowledge himself about Emilios. She’d wished she’d never told him. It didn’t make any difference and now it only caused him stress that she could have avoided giving him. What was worse was that she’d offered him the information in front of Fotios who’s sharp criticism of her had never been welcome; it’d only cast her in even a lesser view than before. He’d all but shunned her from meeting with Vangelis for fear she might embarrass the family further. A prejudice that could have been avoided if she’d remained quiet and carried her burden alone.
But Evelli didn’t have to know. Didn’t have to know any of it. She could go on assuming she was fine.. That she was ever the dutiful daughter. Couldn’t she? Theo looked up at her mother; the woman's eyes that mirrored her own swam with concern and confusion. She was sure nothing she said would ease her mind.. Truth or not. Her own eyes grew glassy and she gave a choked hiccup of a laugh and looked away; stealing her emotions. “You are far too perceptive for your own good, mother. ...Nothing I could tell you now would ever relieve your concern.”
She looked down at her tangled fingers and sank into the bench seat in front of the vanity. “It's nothing… I’ve.. just found it difficult to sleep since the night of the creed attacks. I keep seeing…...them feeling.. Them. I hear the house.. settle and I’m sure they’ve returned. I hear you scream in my dreams. I see their bodies. The blade against my throat. Emilios surrounded.. Achilleas… injured. They haunt me...all of it. I just can’t… shake it off.” She looked up at her as if remembering herself. She swallowed back the lump in her throat and answered her concern. “I will marry Achilleas. I go to our wedding day surer now than I’ve ever been in marrying him. He is a good match and I think he is genuinely excited about being with me. It is more than anyone could ever ask for.” She paused for a long moment before continuing. “...more than I asked for. More than I deserve.” She gave her a half smile. “Do not concern yourself over the wedding. Anything you may have considered hesitation doesn’t exist anymore. I don’t want you visiting Macendia or father with any such apprehension." Evelli of Leventi ,
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One by one Evelli was stripping her of her shields; her defenses to help her deal with her emotions. Or not deal as the case may be. First, she’d plucked up the ewer of wine without giving her a glass to help her through the night; leaving the room to hand it off to a maid. A frisson of heightened irritation washed over her as she sent the container away as if not trusting her to make her own decisions. As a grown adult. And then returning to take away her feathers. Feathers she’d worried over since she was an adolescent. Always replaced by a fresh set until they too became downy soft and completely useless as well.
Her attempt at a joke fell flat and she thought even Evelli herself knew that. ...But it was enough to break through the annoyance she hid from her mother… about her mother. How could she stay angry with her? How could she stay angry with any of them? Her family… beyond anything else was the most important thing to her. Their blood, their name, and their bond. She’d lived her entire life advancing them in every way she could as a second born daughter. By marrying well and by building up everyone in the house so that she carried their burdens herself. Imma’s anxiety of late in seeing her leave the nest only heightened her own. What happened when she wasn’t here for one of them to turn to? When she was across town in a foreign house.. With a foreign name to call her own? How could she ever be anything but a Leventi??
Evelli’s ever perceptive nature picked at the tiny crumbs of bread Theo must have left to hint at the war that raged inside her; drawing her own conclusion and she stood with her fingers threaded together on the verge of telling her everything. It was the first time anyone had asked her what was wrong in months. But what would laying her problems at her mother's feet solve aside from causing her more undue anxiety? And this before she was set to return to Georgios who was weak and burdened with the knowledge himself about Emilios. She’d wished she’d never told him. It didn’t make any difference and now it only caused him stress that she could have avoided giving him. What was worse was that she’d offered him the information in front of Fotios who’s sharp criticism of her had never been welcome; it’d only cast her in even a lesser view than before. He’d all but shunned her from meeting with Vangelis for fear she might embarrass the family further. A prejudice that could have been avoided if she’d remained quiet and carried her burden alone.
But Evelli didn’t have to know. Didn’t have to know any of it. She could go on assuming she was fine.. That she was ever the dutiful daughter. Couldn’t she? Theo looked up at her mother; the woman's eyes that mirrored her own swam with concern and confusion. She was sure nothing she said would ease her mind.. Truth or not. Her own eyes grew glassy and she gave a choked hiccup of a laugh and looked away; stealing her emotions. “You are far too perceptive for your own good, mother. ...Nothing I could tell you now would ever relieve your concern.”
She looked down at her tangled fingers and sank into the bench seat in front of the vanity. “It's nothing… I’ve.. just found it difficult to sleep since the night of the creed attacks. I keep seeing…...them feeling.. Them. I hear the house.. settle and I’m sure they’ve returned. I hear you scream in my dreams. I see their bodies. The blade against my throat. Emilios surrounded.. Achilleas… injured. They haunt me...all of it. I just can’t… shake it off.” She looked up at her as if remembering herself. She swallowed back the lump in her throat and answered her concern. “I will marry Achilleas. I go to our wedding day surer now than I’ve ever been in marrying him. He is a good match and I think he is genuinely excited about being with me. It is more than anyone could ever ask for.” She paused for a long moment before continuing. “...more than I asked for. More than I deserve.” She gave her a half smile. “Do not concern yourself over the wedding. Anything you may have considered hesitation doesn’t exist anymore. I don’t want you visiting Macendia or father with any such apprehension." Evelli of Leventi ,
One by one Evelli was stripping her of her shields; her defenses to help her deal with her emotions. Or not deal as the case may be. First, she’d plucked up the ewer of wine without giving her a glass to help her through the night; leaving the room to hand it off to a maid. A frisson of heightened irritation washed over her as she sent the container away as if not trusting her to make her own decisions. As a grown adult. And then returning to take away her feathers. Feathers she’d worried over since she was an adolescent. Always replaced by a fresh set until they too became downy soft and completely useless as well.
Her attempt at a joke fell flat and she thought even Evelli herself knew that. ...But it was enough to break through the annoyance she hid from her mother… about her mother. How could she stay angry with her? How could she stay angry with any of them? Her family… beyond anything else was the most important thing to her. Their blood, their name, and their bond. She’d lived her entire life advancing them in every way she could as a second born daughter. By marrying well and by building up everyone in the house so that she carried their burdens herself. Imma’s anxiety of late in seeing her leave the nest only heightened her own. What happened when she wasn’t here for one of them to turn to? When she was across town in a foreign house.. With a foreign name to call her own? How could she ever be anything but a Leventi??
Evelli’s ever perceptive nature picked at the tiny crumbs of bread Theo must have left to hint at the war that raged inside her; drawing her own conclusion and she stood with her fingers threaded together on the verge of telling her everything. It was the first time anyone had asked her what was wrong in months. But what would laying her problems at her mother's feet solve aside from causing her more undue anxiety? And this before she was set to return to Georgios who was weak and burdened with the knowledge himself about Emilios. She’d wished she’d never told him. It didn’t make any difference and now it only caused him stress that she could have avoided giving him. What was worse was that she’d offered him the information in front of Fotios who’s sharp criticism of her had never been welcome; it’d only cast her in even a lesser view than before. He’d all but shunned her from meeting with Vangelis for fear she might embarrass the family further. A prejudice that could have been avoided if she’d remained quiet and carried her burden alone.
But Evelli didn’t have to know. Didn’t have to know any of it. She could go on assuming she was fine.. That she was ever the dutiful daughter. Couldn’t she? Theo looked up at her mother; the woman's eyes that mirrored her own swam with concern and confusion. She was sure nothing she said would ease her mind.. Truth or not. Her own eyes grew glassy and she gave a choked hiccup of a laugh and looked away; stealing her emotions. “You are far too perceptive for your own good, mother. ...Nothing I could tell you now would ever relieve your concern.”
She looked down at her tangled fingers and sank into the bench seat in front of the vanity. “It's nothing… I’ve.. just found it difficult to sleep since the night of the creed attacks. I keep seeing…...them feeling.. Them. I hear the house.. settle and I’m sure they’ve returned. I hear you scream in my dreams. I see their bodies. The blade against my throat. Emilios surrounded.. Achilleas… injured. They haunt me...all of it. I just can’t… shake it off.” She looked up at her as if remembering herself. She swallowed back the lump in her throat and answered her concern. “I will marry Achilleas. I go to our wedding day surer now than I’ve ever been in marrying him. He is a good match and I think he is genuinely excited about being with me. It is more than anyone could ever ask for.” She paused for a long moment before continuing. “...more than I asked for. More than I deserve.” She gave her a half smile. “Do not concern yourself over the wedding. Anything you may have considered hesitation doesn’t exist anymore. I don’t want you visiting Macendia or father with any such apprehension." Evelli of Leventi ,
Call her bias, many did. But wasn't that part and parcel of the duty of mother? Evelli did not care for those who claimed her to be unduly protective of her brood - she had carried and gave birth to them, it was her duty to protect them.
Watching as Theodora seem to deflate at her words, Evelli remained silent as her daughter seemed to grapple with words. Her second born looked most like her - the rest of them seemed a proper mix of her husband and herself. But Theodora had inehrited her angled jaw, high cheekbones and the smattering of freckles... but it was her ambition that Evelli was proud of. Her ambition and the strength she knew Theodora posessed, far beyond that of her two youngest sisters, two of which Evelli still looked to hone and polish to their maturity.
Allowing the younger one to turn away at the choked hiccup, Evelli's laugh was soft and compassionate at Theodora's words. "But it would relieve your worries, at most. It is my duty to be perceptive when it comes to you and your sisters." she murmured in return. As the brunette sank into the bench seat, Evelli went with her, taking the empty space next to Theodora. And it was there she sat as her daughter spoke, seemingly spilling a monthlong worth of worries and trepidation from the Creed attacks.
She had not been at the Circus, nor at their familial manor during the proceedings of the Creed, but had instead been at Fotios's residence for some matters that was in Macendia which had been delivered over to her via mail, but she had assumed Theodora had been safely at home, for the second born had not went with her father and elder sister to the finale for the Dionysus festival. It was only after, when Lord Achilleas had brought Theodora back to Fotios's residence, had Evelli known what had happened to Theodora, and the woman had blamed herself for not being there for her daughter. Yet the days that followed had been filled with worrying over Olympia's condition, along with preparing for Selene's voyage to Athenia on the invite of the Athenian princess. Evelli had been horrified to find out the Creed had managed to attack the Leventi manor itself and Theodora along with it, but she had assumed her husband and Fotios had had the security managed and had calmed Theodora down after Evelli had put her to bed that night.
To hear of Theodora's uneasiness that still surrounded her, and likely had surrounded her for the many weeks past, had the elder matriarch gritting her teeth, her jaw tightening ever the slightest bit. In a way, she understood where Theodora had came from. The nights following the attack, Evelli had stayed awake everytime Georgios returned home late, had personally ensured each of her daughters were in bed before she retired. But she had years of guts and a fighting spirit on Theodora's lesser years. Her daughter had yet to grow that spine of steel that Evelli had.
So to that, she smiled, and patted her offspring's hands still held in hers. "I do not worry for the wedding - I know Lord Achilleas will make a fine husband for you. He will ensure your future, Theodora, and you understand that." She paused, and then used her fingers to tilt her daughter's face up by her chin, so their hazel eyes met."But you need proper rest and to stop fussing. Tis easier said then done, I understand, but trust that your father and Uncle Fotios has done the necessary to ensure what had happened will not happen again. Do not believe your dreams, for I will not scream, my daughter - I will fight."
She had been fighting to get her daughter's future secured for years afterall, Evelli of Leventi was made of tough stuff, even tougher when it had to do with the safety of her family. "Would it ease you more if I were to hire a personal guard for you and your sisters? Selene is unlikely to agree, and I pity the poor soul who would have to look after Nana," she chuckled dryly, not blind to her younger daughter's flighty and vapid natured. "But if it would put you at ease, I will speak to your father about it. The Gods know, he would be happier if he could have you all under watch for every hour of the day."
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Call her bias, many did. But wasn't that part and parcel of the duty of mother? Evelli did not care for those who claimed her to be unduly protective of her brood - she had carried and gave birth to them, it was her duty to protect them.
Watching as Theodora seem to deflate at her words, Evelli remained silent as her daughter seemed to grapple with words. Her second born looked most like her - the rest of them seemed a proper mix of her husband and herself. But Theodora had inehrited her angled jaw, high cheekbones and the smattering of freckles... but it was her ambition that Evelli was proud of. Her ambition and the strength she knew Theodora posessed, far beyond that of her two youngest sisters, two of which Evelli still looked to hone and polish to their maturity.
Allowing the younger one to turn away at the choked hiccup, Evelli's laugh was soft and compassionate at Theodora's words. "But it would relieve your worries, at most. It is my duty to be perceptive when it comes to you and your sisters." she murmured in return. As the brunette sank into the bench seat, Evelli went with her, taking the empty space next to Theodora. And it was there she sat as her daughter spoke, seemingly spilling a monthlong worth of worries and trepidation from the Creed attacks.
She had not been at the Circus, nor at their familial manor during the proceedings of the Creed, but had instead been at Fotios's residence for some matters that was in Macendia which had been delivered over to her via mail, but she had assumed Theodora had been safely at home, for the second born had not went with her father and elder sister to the finale for the Dionysus festival. It was only after, when Lord Achilleas had brought Theodora back to Fotios's residence, had Evelli known what had happened to Theodora, and the woman had blamed herself for not being there for her daughter. Yet the days that followed had been filled with worrying over Olympia's condition, along with preparing for Selene's voyage to Athenia on the invite of the Athenian princess. Evelli had been horrified to find out the Creed had managed to attack the Leventi manor itself and Theodora along with it, but she had assumed her husband and Fotios had had the security managed and had calmed Theodora down after Evelli had put her to bed that night.
To hear of Theodora's uneasiness that still surrounded her, and likely had surrounded her for the many weeks past, had the elder matriarch gritting her teeth, her jaw tightening ever the slightest bit. In a way, she understood where Theodora had came from. The nights following the attack, Evelli had stayed awake everytime Georgios returned home late, had personally ensured each of her daughters were in bed before she retired. But she had years of guts and a fighting spirit on Theodora's lesser years. Her daughter had yet to grow that spine of steel that Evelli had.
So to that, she smiled, and patted her offspring's hands still held in hers. "I do not worry for the wedding - I know Lord Achilleas will make a fine husband for you. He will ensure your future, Theodora, and you understand that." She paused, and then used her fingers to tilt her daughter's face up by her chin, so their hazel eyes met."But you need proper rest and to stop fussing. Tis easier said then done, I understand, but trust that your father and Uncle Fotios has done the necessary to ensure what had happened will not happen again. Do not believe your dreams, for I will not scream, my daughter - I will fight."
She had been fighting to get her daughter's future secured for years afterall, Evelli of Leventi was made of tough stuff, even tougher when it had to do with the safety of her family. "Would it ease you more if I were to hire a personal guard for you and your sisters? Selene is unlikely to agree, and I pity the poor soul who would have to look after Nana," she chuckled dryly, not blind to her younger daughter's flighty and vapid natured. "But if it would put you at ease, I will speak to your father about it. The Gods know, he would be happier if he could have you all under watch for every hour of the day."
Call her bias, many did. But wasn't that part and parcel of the duty of mother? Evelli did not care for those who claimed her to be unduly protective of her brood - she had carried and gave birth to them, it was her duty to protect them.
Watching as Theodora seem to deflate at her words, Evelli remained silent as her daughter seemed to grapple with words. Her second born looked most like her - the rest of them seemed a proper mix of her husband and herself. But Theodora had inehrited her angled jaw, high cheekbones and the smattering of freckles... but it was her ambition that Evelli was proud of. Her ambition and the strength she knew Theodora posessed, far beyond that of her two youngest sisters, two of which Evelli still looked to hone and polish to their maturity.
Allowing the younger one to turn away at the choked hiccup, Evelli's laugh was soft and compassionate at Theodora's words. "But it would relieve your worries, at most. It is my duty to be perceptive when it comes to you and your sisters." she murmured in return. As the brunette sank into the bench seat, Evelli went with her, taking the empty space next to Theodora. And it was there she sat as her daughter spoke, seemingly spilling a monthlong worth of worries and trepidation from the Creed attacks.
She had not been at the Circus, nor at their familial manor during the proceedings of the Creed, but had instead been at Fotios's residence for some matters that was in Macendia which had been delivered over to her via mail, but she had assumed Theodora had been safely at home, for the second born had not went with her father and elder sister to the finale for the Dionysus festival. It was only after, when Lord Achilleas had brought Theodora back to Fotios's residence, had Evelli known what had happened to Theodora, and the woman had blamed herself for not being there for her daughter. Yet the days that followed had been filled with worrying over Olympia's condition, along with preparing for Selene's voyage to Athenia on the invite of the Athenian princess. Evelli had been horrified to find out the Creed had managed to attack the Leventi manor itself and Theodora along with it, but she had assumed her husband and Fotios had had the security managed and had calmed Theodora down after Evelli had put her to bed that night.
To hear of Theodora's uneasiness that still surrounded her, and likely had surrounded her for the many weeks past, had the elder matriarch gritting her teeth, her jaw tightening ever the slightest bit. In a way, she understood where Theodora had came from. The nights following the attack, Evelli had stayed awake everytime Georgios returned home late, had personally ensured each of her daughters were in bed before she retired. But she had years of guts and a fighting spirit on Theodora's lesser years. Her daughter had yet to grow that spine of steel that Evelli had.
So to that, she smiled, and patted her offspring's hands still held in hers. "I do not worry for the wedding - I know Lord Achilleas will make a fine husband for you. He will ensure your future, Theodora, and you understand that." She paused, and then used her fingers to tilt her daughter's face up by her chin, so their hazel eyes met."But you need proper rest and to stop fussing. Tis easier said then done, I understand, but trust that your father and Uncle Fotios has done the necessary to ensure what had happened will not happen again. Do not believe your dreams, for I will not scream, my daughter - I will fight."
She had been fighting to get her daughter's future secured for years afterall, Evelli of Leventi was made of tough stuff, even tougher when it had to do with the safety of her family. "Would it ease you more if I were to hire a personal guard for you and your sisters? Selene is unlikely to agree, and I pity the poor soul who would have to look after Nana," she chuckled dryly, not blind to her younger daughter's flighty and vapid natured. "But if it would put you at ease, I will speak to your father about it. The Gods know, he would be happier if he could have you all under watch for every hour of the day."
Her mothers attempt to comfort her; to help her find solace were welcome and she wanted to do as she was instructed. To rest in the knowledge that her father and, to an extent, Fotios were doing what they could to ensure their safety. But logic and reason be damned when it came to the shadows that shifted in the house at night. In dreams and memories. They had no bearing in logic and Theo knew that. Still, she was comforted by her mother. Even though through the years she’d grown up and Evelli’s focus didn’t need to remain on her, her mother was not a dismissive mother. She was raised in close proximity to the protective matriarch and she took comfort in her embrace when she was a child. When the dreams were too dark and the monsters fought for control her mother was there then as she was now.
But the monsters were bigger now. This time they were real and the folds of Evelli’s skirts wouldn’t protect her from them. Nothing could; just like nothing could protect the king and prince. Achilleas..Stephanos.. Emilios. They rode off to avenge their kingdom and snuff out the darkness where it hid. When they returned triumphantly… if they returned triumphantly.. How long until they returned? Before they rose up again to strike so close to home? The ravages of war had always seemed so foreign before the creed broke through their peaceful facade. Soldiers would ride away. Some would return with great stories of heroism in battle that would be told for generations as Achilleas did. Others would ride back to Elysium; never to dwell in these mortal plains again. ...But they all went away to war where stories were just that. They weren’t the horrors that seeped into your house; killing servants and setting fires to neighbors homes. Stories didn’t break the skin of your throat.
Her fingers went to where the sliver once was. It’d healed flawlessly, thankfully. Almost as if the Gods wouldn’t let her live with such a thing to remind her. ...But she remembered anyway. It was a phantom cut.. She still felt the bite of the injury.
She rested her head against her mother’s shoulder as the woman attempted to comfort her; a litany of instructions on what she should do and she wished she could. She wanted to sleep without the foggy haze of alcohol; the dizziness that shuttered her eyes and left her dreamless. She missed dreams.. Dreams that weren’t distorted by hooded figures. She smiled at her mother. How alike they were. She wanted to fight. She took up watch with Emilios in the highest balcony; poised to lend arrow to bow and defend her home if the need arose. For she too was made of stronger things. ...At least she believed she was until she was surrounded by them and she froze; unable to fight. Not even for her life. The reality of war and the stories about it were two very different things.
Redirecting, her mother asked her if she would feel safer with a guard and she knew she wouldn’t. They’d fought their guards; killed two of them that night. Like phantom deities, they struck like shadows. But she wasn’t sure there was anything that could put her at ease… so she smiled weakly. If she could at least set Evelli’s mind at ease then that would be enough. “If you think that wise..” ...Because there was no safety anymore. Not here. This home away from home that she’d grown up in.. roamed the halls as a girl and all through her teens and into adulthood.. The safest place she knew on earth. Even this was defiled in her mind. Safety had been in Emilios’s arms. And now even that was nothing more than a lie.. A fabrication. “...I will try to be stronger.. I will fight..” ..But the words felt hollow; forced in an attempt to appease the woman sitting beside her. Because she never felt so weak; so out of control as she had in this moment of her life. And no guard would help to end the spiral. She wasn’t sure what would.
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Her mothers attempt to comfort her; to help her find solace were welcome and she wanted to do as she was instructed. To rest in the knowledge that her father and, to an extent, Fotios were doing what they could to ensure their safety. But logic and reason be damned when it came to the shadows that shifted in the house at night. In dreams and memories. They had no bearing in logic and Theo knew that. Still, she was comforted by her mother. Even though through the years she’d grown up and Evelli’s focus didn’t need to remain on her, her mother was not a dismissive mother. She was raised in close proximity to the protective matriarch and she took comfort in her embrace when she was a child. When the dreams were too dark and the monsters fought for control her mother was there then as she was now.
But the monsters were bigger now. This time they were real and the folds of Evelli’s skirts wouldn’t protect her from them. Nothing could; just like nothing could protect the king and prince. Achilleas..Stephanos.. Emilios. They rode off to avenge their kingdom and snuff out the darkness where it hid. When they returned triumphantly… if they returned triumphantly.. How long until they returned? Before they rose up again to strike so close to home? The ravages of war had always seemed so foreign before the creed broke through their peaceful facade. Soldiers would ride away. Some would return with great stories of heroism in battle that would be told for generations as Achilleas did. Others would ride back to Elysium; never to dwell in these mortal plains again. ...But they all went away to war where stories were just that. They weren’t the horrors that seeped into your house; killing servants and setting fires to neighbors homes. Stories didn’t break the skin of your throat.
Her fingers went to where the sliver once was. It’d healed flawlessly, thankfully. Almost as if the Gods wouldn’t let her live with such a thing to remind her. ...But she remembered anyway. It was a phantom cut.. She still felt the bite of the injury.
She rested her head against her mother’s shoulder as the woman attempted to comfort her; a litany of instructions on what she should do and she wished she could. She wanted to sleep without the foggy haze of alcohol; the dizziness that shuttered her eyes and left her dreamless. She missed dreams.. Dreams that weren’t distorted by hooded figures. She smiled at her mother. How alike they were. She wanted to fight. She took up watch with Emilios in the highest balcony; poised to lend arrow to bow and defend her home if the need arose. For she too was made of stronger things. ...At least she believed she was until she was surrounded by them and she froze; unable to fight. Not even for her life. The reality of war and the stories about it were two very different things.
Redirecting, her mother asked her if she would feel safer with a guard and she knew she wouldn’t. They’d fought their guards; killed two of them that night. Like phantom deities, they struck like shadows. But she wasn’t sure there was anything that could put her at ease… so she smiled weakly. If she could at least set Evelli’s mind at ease then that would be enough. “If you think that wise..” ...Because there was no safety anymore. Not here. This home away from home that she’d grown up in.. roamed the halls as a girl and all through her teens and into adulthood.. The safest place she knew on earth. Even this was defiled in her mind. Safety had been in Emilios’s arms. And now even that was nothing more than a lie.. A fabrication. “...I will try to be stronger.. I will fight..” ..But the words felt hollow; forced in an attempt to appease the woman sitting beside her. Because she never felt so weak; so out of control as she had in this moment of her life. And no guard would help to end the spiral. She wasn’t sure what would.
Her mothers attempt to comfort her; to help her find solace were welcome and she wanted to do as she was instructed. To rest in the knowledge that her father and, to an extent, Fotios were doing what they could to ensure their safety. But logic and reason be damned when it came to the shadows that shifted in the house at night. In dreams and memories. They had no bearing in logic and Theo knew that. Still, she was comforted by her mother. Even though through the years she’d grown up and Evelli’s focus didn’t need to remain on her, her mother was not a dismissive mother. She was raised in close proximity to the protective matriarch and she took comfort in her embrace when she was a child. When the dreams were too dark and the monsters fought for control her mother was there then as she was now.
But the monsters were bigger now. This time they were real and the folds of Evelli’s skirts wouldn’t protect her from them. Nothing could; just like nothing could protect the king and prince. Achilleas..Stephanos.. Emilios. They rode off to avenge their kingdom and snuff out the darkness where it hid. When they returned triumphantly… if they returned triumphantly.. How long until they returned? Before they rose up again to strike so close to home? The ravages of war had always seemed so foreign before the creed broke through their peaceful facade. Soldiers would ride away. Some would return with great stories of heroism in battle that would be told for generations as Achilleas did. Others would ride back to Elysium; never to dwell in these mortal plains again. ...But they all went away to war where stories were just that. They weren’t the horrors that seeped into your house; killing servants and setting fires to neighbors homes. Stories didn’t break the skin of your throat.
Her fingers went to where the sliver once was. It’d healed flawlessly, thankfully. Almost as if the Gods wouldn’t let her live with such a thing to remind her. ...But she remembered anyway. It was a phantom cut.. She still felt the bite of the injury.
She rested her head against her mother’s shoulder as the woman attempted to comfort her; a litany of instructions on what she should do and she wished she could. She wanted to sleep without the foggy haze of alcohol; the dizziness that shuttered her eyes and left her dreamless. She missed dreams.. Dreams that weren’t distorted by hooded figures. She smiled at her mother. How alike they were. She wanted to fight. She took up watch with Emilios in the highest balcony; poised to lend arrow to bow and defend her home if the need arose. For she too was made of stronger things. ...At least she believed she was until she was surrounded by them and she froze; unable to fight. Not even for her life. The reality of war and the stories about it were two very different things.
Redirecting, her mother asked her if she would feel safer with a guard and she knew she wouldn’t. They’d fought their guards; killed two of them that night. Like phantom deities, they struck like shadows. But she wasn’t sure there was anything that could put her at ease… so she smiled weakly. If she could at least set Evelli’s mind at ease then that would be enough. “If you think that wise..” ...Because there was no safety anymore. Not here. This home away from home that she’d grown up in.. roamed the halls as a girl and all through her teens and into adulthood.. The safest place she knew on earth. Even this was defiled in her mind. Safety had been in Emilios’s arms. And now even that was nothing more than a lie.. A fabrication. “...I will try to be stronger.. I will fight..” ..But the words felt hollow; forced in an attempt to appease the woman sitting beside her. Because she never felt so weak; so out of control as she had in this moment of her life. And no guard would help to end the spiral. She wasn’t sure what would.
It was against Evelli's nature to see any of her daughter's uneasy or sad, but wasn't that the same of every mother? When it came to their family, their offspring, they were fixers by nature. Even if it meant at the cost of their own lives, Evelli would do it if it meant the safety of her girls, as would Georgios. But be that as it may, the woman only had one pair of eyes and hands, and try as she might, there was no way she could always be there for all of her girls at the same time.
A twinge of guilt ate at her at the way Theodora seemed hesitant. She should've noticed it, at least in the few days after the Creed attacks, as Fotios was cleaning up the mess of the house they had made. She should've taken a closer look at Theodora. Yet with Olympia in a bad shape from the way her life too had been threathened in the public arena with a knife to her throat, and a new pregnancy just revealed to Evelli in one fell swoop, her attention had been taken by her third daughter.
Now that Theodora was resting on her shoulder, a boulder that had been on her chest ever since that day seemed to grow in size as the woman laid a hand on her offspring's head, slowly threading her hand in the brunette locks so similar to hers, stroking the young girl's head as she had once did many summers ago, when she was smaller and could fit on her lap. It was something Evelli always offered if any of them needed it - except now none of them could fit anymore, and what was worst was that none of them seemed to want it. At the age where young ladies felt they could take on the world themselves, Evelli had had to pry her fingers away, especially when her husband fought her to allow their freedom.
A freedom that may or may not prove their downfall, if they were not careful.
An epitome of a mother who merely wished to prevent her daughters what she knew could happen, Evelli knew of her reputation, but could care naught if it secured their futures.
Peering down at the weak smile Theodora offered, Evelli sighed at her half-hearted answer. It was obvious Theodora did not know what to do, or if that was even the whole problem to begin with. The woman knew Achilleas and Emilios had been present during what had transpired. Afterall, it was Achilleas who had carried her back to the manor which their family resided in during their time in Vasiliadon, yet in the month since, her daughter had been getting more and more subdued.
But for now, she was unwilling to pursue the topic unless necessary. "You do not have to try, Theo. You are stronger. You are my daughter." she murmured, reaching to tuck a stray lock behind her ear. "I will ask for the guards - at least the rest of your sisters would be under watchful eye. But... perhaps your marriage should be expedited. I know the order of the King has necessitated it's delay, but I shall discuss with your father to have it as soon as possible. Perhaps being married to Lord Achilleas could ease your heart and safety. The man is a decorated general, and I would trust no one else with the safety of one of my daughter's." she murmured, knowing the nature of Achilleas. The eldest son to the Prince Irakles was known to be a gentleman and a protector by nature. It was part and parcel of why Evelli had been so delighted when Irakles had proposed the arrangement.
"Now, have you had your evening meal? Should I get that sent here? We can share a meal in here - your sister's can have theirs in the dining room. And you can tell me anything you'd like." It was motherly concern that radiated in her voice as she seemed to take a visual assesment of Theodora's wellbeing by raking her eyes up and down her daughter's form. "And then after, you can have a warm bath and I'll make a glass of warm honeyed milk for you, and stay till you fall asleep. How does that sound like?"
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It was against Evelli's nature to see any of her daughter's uneasy or sad, but wasn't that the same of every mother? When it came to their family, their offspring, they were fixers by nature. Even if it meant at the cost of their own lives, Evelli would do it if it meant the safety of her girls, as would Georgios. But be that as it may, the woman only had one pair of eyes and hands, and try as she might, there was no way she could always be there for all of her girls at the same time.
A twinge of guilt ate at her at the way Theodora seemed hesitant. She should've noticed it, at least in the few days after the Creed attacks, as Fotios was cleaning up the mess of the house they had made. She should've taken a closer look at Theodora. Yet with Olympia in a bad shape from the way her life too had been threathened in the public arena with a knife to her throat, and a new pregnancy just revealed to Evelli in one fell swoop, her attention had been taken by her third daughter.
Now that Theodora was resting on her shoulder, a boulder that had been on her chest ever since that day seemed to grow in size as the woman laid a hand on her offspring's head, slowly threading her hand in the brunette locks so similar to hers, stroking the young girl's head as she had once did many summers ago, when she was smaller and could fit on her lap. It was something Evelli always offered if any of them needed it - except now none of them could fit anymore, and what was worst was that none of them seemed to want it. At the age where young ladies felt they could take on the world themselves, Evelli had had to pry her fingers away, especially when her husband fought her to allow their freedom.
A freedom that may or may not prove their downfall, if they were not careful.
An epitome of a mother who merely wished to prevent her daughters what she knew could happen, Evelli knew of her reputation, but could care naught if it secured their futures.
Peering down at the weak smile Theodora offered, Evelli sighed at her half-hearted answer. It was obvious Theodora did not know what to do, or if that was even the whole problem to begin with. The woman knew Achilleas and Emilios had been present during what had transpired. Afterall, it was Achilleas who had carried her back to the manor which their family resided in during their time in Vasiliadon, yet in the month since, her daughter had been getting more and more subdued.
But for now, she was unwilling to pursue the topic unless necessary. "You do not have to try, Theo. You are stronger. You are my daughter." she murmured, reaching to tuck a stray lock behind her ear. "I will ask for the guards - at least the rest of your sisters would be under watchful eye. But... perhaps your marriage should be expedited. I know the order of the King has necessitated it's delay, but I shall discuss with your father to have it as soon as possible. Perhaps being married to Lord Achilleas could ease your heart and safety. The man is a decorated general, and I would trust no one else with the safety of one of my daughter's." she murmured, knowing the nature of Achilleas. The eldest son to the Prince Irakles was known to be a gentleman and a protector by nature. It was part and parcel of why Evelli had been so delighted when Irakles had proposed the arrangement.
"Now, have you had your evening meal? Should I get that sent here? We can share a meal in here - your sister's can have theirs in the dining room. And you can tell me anything you'd like." It was motherly concern that radiated in her voice as she seemed to take a visual assesment of Theodora's wellbeing by raking her eyes up and down her daughter's form. "And then after, you can have a warm bath and I'll make a glass of warm honeyed milk for you, and stay till you fall asleep. How does that sound like?"
It was against Evelli's nature to see any of her daughter's uneasy or sad, but wasn't that the same of every mother? When it came to their family, their offspring, they were fixers by nature. Even if it meant at the cost of their own lives, Evelli would do it if it meant the safety of her girls, as would Georgios. But be that as it may, the woman only had one pair of eyes and hands, and try as she might, there was no way she could always be there for all of her girls at the same time.
A twinge of guilt ate at her at the way Theodora seemed hesitant. She should've noticed it, at least in the few days after the Creed attacks, as Fotios was cleaning up the mess of the house they had made. She should've taken a closer look at Theodora. Yet with Olympia in a bad shape from the way her life too had been threathened in the public arena with a knife to her throat, and a new pregnancy just revealed to Evelli in one fell swoop, her attention had been taken by her third daughter.
Now that Theodora was resting on her shoulder, a boulder that had been on her chest ever since that day seemed to grow in size as the woman laid a hand on her offspring's head, slowly threading her hand in the brunette locks so similar to hers, stroking the young girl's head as she had once did many summers ago, when she was smaller and could fit on her lap. It was something Evelli always offered if any of them needed it - except now none of them could fit anymore, and what was worst was that none of them seemed to want it. At the age where young ladies felt they could take on the world themselves, Evelli had had to pry her fingers away, especially when her husband fought her to allow their freedom.
A freedom that may or may not prove their downfall, if they were not careful.
An epitome of a mother who merely wished to prevent her daughters what she knew could happen, Evelli knew of her reputation, but could care naught if it secured their futures.
Peering down at the weak smile Theodora offered, Evelli sighed at her half-hearted answer. It was obvious Theodora did not know what to do, or if that was even the whole problem to begin with. The woman knew Achilleas and Emilios had been present during what had transpired. Afterall, it was Achilleas who had carried her back to the manor which their family resided in during their time in Vasiliadon, yet in the month since, her daughter had been getting more and more subdued.
But for now, she was unwilling to pursue the topic unless necessary. "You do not have to try, Theo. You are stronger. You are my daughter." she murmured, reaching to tuck a stray lock behind her ear. "I will ask for the guards - at least the rest of your sisters would be under watchful eye. But... perhaps your marriage should be expedited. I know the order of the King has necessitated it's delay, but I shall discuss with your father to have it as soon as possible. Perhaps being married to Lord Achilleas could ease your heart and safety. The man is a decorated general, and I would trust no one else with the safety of one of my daughter's." she murmured, knowing the nature of Achilleas. The eldest son to the Prince Irakles was known to be a gentleman and a protector by nature. It was part and parcel of why Evelli had been so delighted when Irakles had proposed the arrangement.
"Now, have you had your evening meal? Should I get that sent here? We can share a meal in here - your sister's can have theirs in the dining room. And you can tell me anything you'd like." It was motherly concern that radiated in her voice as she seemed to take a visual assesment of Theodora's wellbeing by raking her eyes up and down her daughter's form. "And then after, you can have a warm bath and I'll make a glass of warm honeyed milk for you, and stay till you fall asleep. How does that sound like?"
It would be so easy for Theo to be selfish; to say yes and demand her mother stay with her for the evening. Perhaps she would sleep better with her near as she had when she was a child after a bad dream. She remembered crawling into her parent's bed several times and curling up beside Evelli or Georgios. And sometimes, for a little while, she had them all to herself.
She remembered she never slept very much when they were all in the same bed.. She doubted they did either. But they humored her until the dawn and kept her close; her father allowing her to slide down his legs when they all awoke and the maids sorted everything for them to get ready for the day. How charming those times were. How innocent it all seemed in the bright light of the morning sun; surrounded by white sheets and marble walls. It’d long since taken on an ethereal quality in her mind.
But the years went by and they all grew up. Evelli’s affection took on a different form; one of guidance and ambition over motherly affection. And the daughters had grown apart as well; searching for suitors, fine gowns and events over their mother's attention. Theo was just as guilty as the rest of them. But with the loss of Emilios and Achilleas going off to battle she was feeling rather morose and in need of her mother's affection; she just didn’t realize it until she was sitting with her in this moment.
With her mention of the wedding, she closed her eyes. Gods alive, the wedding. Every day it was becoming more of a disaster. Delayed as it was now and her feelings still.. So torn. But she imagined Emilios in bed at the palace; cavorting with another woman while Stephanos did the same...all while Olympia, she and the other girls were merely rooms away and it made her sick to her stomach. Her resolve to walk down the aisle only strengthened everytime she pictured him in the arms of someone else. “...No.. we should leave it as planned lest people ask questions. We wouldn’t want them to think anything is out of sorts…” She gave a heavy sigh and pushed herself off her mother’s shoulder; the image of Emilios and a particular redhead commanding her vision. “ ...It’s only a month. We should be praying for a quick and safe return of all of the men not worried over a wedding....”
Her mother laid out plans for the evening and Theo felt guilty. She would be leaving tomorrow to retrieve Georgios. That meant her sisters would be without her for three days and she had no desire to stand in their way if they needed time to say goodbye.
She pulled her long hair over her shoulder and squared her shoulders. She’d had her moment of self-pity and dependence. “Thats.. Not necessary.. I’m sure the others will want to spend time with you before you go. I’ll be fine and dinner should be here shortly. I’ve troubled you and that wasn’t my intention..” She stood and tied her robe about her waste before pausing on the bow in which she stared down at; her voice softer. “Thank you though..” She avoided looking up at Evelli because she knew if she did, whatever resolve she had to let her mother go and be about her business would be dashed. She’d take her up on her offer to stay with her tonight; if only to attempt sleep in the company of someone who’d kept her safe since she was a child. ...No guard could ever provide that kind of peace of mind.
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It would be so easy for Theo to be selfish; to say yes and demand her mother stay with her for the evening. Perhaps she would sleep better with her near as she had when she was a child after a bad dream. She remembered crawling into her parent's bed several times and curling up beside Evelli or Georgios. And sometimes, for a little while, she had them all to herself.
She remembered she never slept very much when they were all in the same bed.. She doubted they did either. But they humored her until the dawn and kept her close; her father allowing her to slide down his legs when they all awoke and the maids sorted everything for them to get ready for the day. How charming those times were. How innocent it all seemed in the bright light of the morning sun; surrounded by white sheets and marble walls. It’d long since taken on an ethereal quality in her mind.
But the years went by and they all grew up. Evelli’s affection took on a different form; one of guidance and ambition over motherly affection. And the daughters had grown apart as well; searching for suitors, fine gowns and events over their mother's attention. Theo was just as guilty as the rest of them. But with the loss of Emilios and Achilleas going off to battle she was feeling rather morose and in need of her mother's affection; she just didn’t realize it until she was sitting with her in this moment.
With her mention of the wedding, she closed her eyes. Gods alive, the wedding. Every day it was becoming more of a disaster. Delayed as it was now and her feelings still.. So torn. But she imagined Emilios in bed at the palace; cavorting with another woman while Stephanos did the same...all while Olympia, she and the other girls were merely rooms away and it made her sick to her stomach. Her resolve to walk down the aisle only strengthened everytime she pictured him in the arms of someone else. “...No.. we should leave it as planned lest people ask questions. We wouldn’t want them to think anything is out of sorts…” She gave a heavy sigh and pushed herself off her mother’s shoulder; the image of Emilios and a particular redhead commanding her vision. “ ...It’s only a month. We should be praying for a quick and safe return of all of the men not worried over a wedding....”
Her mother laid out plans for the evening and Theo felt guilty. She would be leaving tomorrow to retrieve Georgios. That meant her sisters would be without her for three days and she had no desire to stand in their way if they needed time to say goodbye.
She pulled her long hair over her shoulder and squared her shoulders. She’d had her moment of self-pity and dependence. “Thats.. Not necessary.. I’m sure the others will want to spend time with you before you go. I’ll be fine and dinner should be here shortly. I’ve troubled you and that wasn’t my intention..” She stood and tied her robe about her waste before pausing on the bow in which she stared down at; her voice softer. “Thank you though..” She avoided looking up at Evelli because she knew if she did, whatever resolve she had to let her mother go and be about her business would be dashed. She’d take her up on her offer to stay with her tonight; if only to attempt sleep in the company of someone who’d kept her safe since she was a child. ...No guard could ever provide that kind of peace of mind.
It would be so easy for Theo to be selfish; to say yes and demand her mother stay with her for the evening. Perhaps she would sleep better with her near as she had when she was a child after a bad dream. She remembered crawling into her parent's bed several times and curling up beside Evelli or Georgios. And sometimes, for a little while, she had them all to herself.
She remembered she never slept very much when they were all in the same bed.. She doubted they did either. But they humored her until the dawn and kept her close; her father allowing her to slide down his legs when they all awoke and the maids sorted everything for them to get ready for the day. How charming those times were. How innocent it all seemed in the bright light of the morning sun; surrounded by white sheets and marble walls. It’d long since taken on an ethereal quality in her mind.
But the years went by and they all grew up. Evelli’s affection took on a different form; one of guidance and ambition over motherly affection. And the daughters had grown apart as well; searching for suitors, fine gowns and events over their mother's attention. Theo was just as guilty as the rest of them. But with the loss of Emilios and Achilleas going off to battle she was feeling rather morose and in need of her mother's affection; she just didn’t realize it until she was sitting with her in this moment.
With her mention of the wedding, she closed her eyes. Gods alive, the wedding. Every day it was becoming more of a disaster. Delayed as it was now and her feelings still.. So torn. But she imagined Emilios in bed at the palace; cavorting with another woman while Stephanos did the same...all while Olympia, she and the other girls were merely rooms away and it made her sick to her stomach. Her resolve to walk down the aisle only strengthened everytime she pictured him in the arms of someone else. “...No.. we should leave it as planned lest people ask questions. We wouldn’t want them to think anything is out of sorts…” She gave a heavy sigh and pushed herself off her mother’s shoulder; the image of Emilios and a particular redhead commanding her vision. “ ...It’s only a month. We should be praying for a quick and safe return of all of the men not worried over a wedding....”
Her mother laid out plans for the evening and Theo felt guilty. She would be leaving tomorrow to retrieve Georgios. That meant her sisters would be without her for three days and she had no desire to stand in their way if they needed time to say goodbye.
She pulled her long hair over her shoulder and squared her shoulders. She’d had her moment of self-pity and dependence. “Thats.. Not necessary.. I’m sure the others will want to spend time with you before you go. I’ll be fine and dinner should be here shortly. I’ve troubled you and that wasn’t my intention..” She stood and tied her robe about her waste before pausing on the bow in which she stared down at; her voice softer. “Thank you though..” She avoided looking up at Evelli because she knew if she did, whatever resolve she had to let her mother go and be about her business would be dashed. She’d take her up on her offer to stay with her tonight; if only to attempt sleep in the company of someone who’d kept her safe since she was a child. ...No guard could ever provide that kind of peace of mind.
No matter how old they grow, whether they were wedded or remained in the house, the one thing about mother's was that their offspring will always be theirs. Olympia could come home knocking asking for a bed to sleep in, and if it was necessary, Evelli would take her in without question, and figure situations out at a late time. So for Evelli to consider remaining to lull Theo to sleep even if the brunette was a full-grown lady was no surprise - it was her instinctual reaction to ensure the wellbeing of her daughters. There had been occasions when the girls would pile on to their parents bed anyway, and while the parents had grunted, they had made space.
In a way, she felt somewhat nostalgic as she remembered how easy life was in Macendia when they were all young. As responsibilities grew and ages progressed, Evelli found herself less concerned with their upbringing, and now more concerned about their future and how she can ensure its longevity, considering she had no eternal life fountain to drink from.
A mother's curse, the incessant worrying.
Hearing Theodora favoring leaving the plans as it is however, her smile was a wistful one. She had no doubts that Theodora would go through with the wedding, at least. She had never doubted it, for much of Theodora's ambitions mirrored hers. Nodding in agreement, she made a mental note to remind the servants to provide extra offerings at the altar of the Gods within the residence in addition to the daily offerings at the temples she had instructed.
"I have sent a missive to Pia, and I'll see her upon my return. Imma and Nana I shall see before I leave on the morrow, as will Selene. I only have the packing to do... but if you wish to be alone, I shall leave you." she paused, and then added. "But remember Theo dearest, none of you would ever 'trouble' me, in anyway." To see it as that way would mean she viewed her daughters as unnecessary in her life, and that was unfathomable to Evelli.
Standing as her daughter did, the woman stared at the back of her eldest... and for a while, she wondered just when had her small, joyful bundles grown up to be the respectable, responsible and matured woman she now saw in front of her eyes. Her chest ached, tightening at the memories of the yesteryears when all she had to worry was if they returned in the evening with scraped knees. Stepping forward, the woman stroked Theodora's head, and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to the girl's temple. "Anytime, sweetie." was her soft reply, before she exited. The matriach was preceptive enough to know when someone needed some time alone afterall, and made her way down to the servant's quarters to issue some final instructions before she left on the morrow.
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No matter how old they grow, whether they were wedded or remained in the house, the one thing about mother's was that their offspring will always be theirs. Olympia could come home knocking asking for a bed to sleep in, and if it was necessary, Evelli would take her in without question, and figure situations out at a late time. So for Evelli to consider remaining to lull Theo to sleep even if the brunette was a full-grown lady was no surprise - it was her instinctual reaction to ensure the wellbeing of her daughters. There had been occasions when the girls would pile on to their parents bed anyway, and while the parents had grunted, they had made space.
In a way, she felt somewhat nostalgic as she remembered how easy life was in Macendia when they were all young. As responsibilities grew and ages progressed, Evelli found herself less concerned with their upbringing, and now more concerned about their future and how she can ensure its longevity, considering she had no eternal life fountain to drink from.
A mother's curse, the incessant worrying.
Hearing Theodora favoring leaving the plans as it is however, her smile was a wistful one. She had no doubts that Theodora would go through with the wedding, at least. She had never doubted it, for much of Theodora's ambitions mirrored hers. Nodding in agreement, she made a mental note to remind the servants to provide extra offerings at the altar of the Gods within the residence in addition to the daily offerings at the temples she had instructed.
"I have sent a missive to Pia, and I'll see her upon my return. Imma and Nana I shall see before I leave on the morrow, as will Selene. I only have the packing to do... but if you wish to be alone, I shall leave you." she paused, and then added. "But remember Theo dearest, none of you would ever 'trouble' me, in anyway." To see it as that way would mean she viewed her daughters as unnecessary in her life, and that was unfathomable to Evelli.
Standing as her daughter did, the woman stared at the back of her eldest... and for a while, she wondered just when had her small, joyful bundles grown up to be the respectable, responsible and matured woman she now saw in front of her eyes. Her chest ached, tightening at the memories of the yesteryears when all she had to worry was if they returned in the evening with scraped knees. Stepping forward, the woman stroked Theodora's head, and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to the girl's temple. "Anytime, sweetie." was her soft reply, before she exited. The matriach was preceptive enough to know when someone needed some time alone afterall, and made her way down to the servant's quarters to issue some final instructions before she left on the morrow.
No matter how old they grow, whether they were wedded or remained in the house, the one thing about mother's was that their offspring will always be theirs. Olympia could come home knocking asking for a bed to sleep in, and if it was necessary, Evelli would take her in without question, and figure situations out at a late time. So for Evelli to consider remaining to lull Theo to sleep even if the brunette was a full-grown lady was no surprise - it was her instinctual reaction to ensure the wellbeing of her daughters. There had been occasions when the girls would pile on to their parents bed anyway, and while the parents had grunted, they had made space.
In a way, she felt somewhat nostalgic as she remembered how easy life was in Macendia when they were all young. As responsibilities grew and ages progressed, Evelli found herself less concerned with their upbringing, and now more concerned about their future and how she can ensure its longevity, considering she had no eternal life fountain to drink from.
A mother's curse, the incessant worrying.
Hearing Theodora favoring leaving the plans as it is however, her smile was a wistful one. She had no doubts that Theodora would go through with the wedding, at least. She had never doubted it, for much of Theodora's ambitions mirrored hers. Nodding in agreement, she made a mental note to remind the servants to provide extra offerings at the altar of the Gods within the residence in addition to the daily offerings at the temples she had instructed.
"I have sent a missive to Pia, and I'll see her upon my return. Imma and Nana I shall see before I leave on the morrow, as will Selene. I only have the packing to do... but if you wish to be alone, I shall leave you." she paused, and then added. "But remember Theo dearest, none of you would ever 'trouble' me, in anyway." To see it as that way would mean she viewed her daughters as unnecessary in her life, and that was unfathomable to Evelli.
Standing as her daughter did, the woman stared at the back of her eldest... and for a while, she wondered just when had her small, joyful bundles grown up to be the respectable, responsible and matured woman she now saw in front of her eyes. Her chest ached, tightening at the memories of the yesteryears when all she had to worry was if they returned in the evening with scraped knees. Stepping forward, the woman stroked Theodora's head, and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to the girl's temple. "Anytime, sweetie." was her soft reply, before she exited. The matriach was preceptive enough to know when someone needed some time alone afterall, and made her way down to the servant's quarters to issue some final instructions before she left on the morrow.
