Elias didn't much care for spending time at the harbor. It stunk. The smell of dirty residents and fish filled the air and his nostrils. He was a man that prided himself on his cleanliness and stepping into the harbor proper was enough to make him feel instantly dirty. He'd need to bathe several times when he returned home to fully rid himself of the stench. Unfortunately, some things were necessary.

When news had reached him that the latest ship his family had been overseeing the building of was nearing the final stages, he'd needed to head to the harbor to give it a good looking over. There were standards and expectations that the Stravos family held high. If something was lacking in any of those, things would need to be changed. And though his father saw over the majority of the family businesses still, he'd brought Elias up to be able to fulfill any such things in his absence. He was fairly certain he was sent in his father's steed as a trial, a test to see if he was living up to such things. He was. Of that much he was sure.

Meandering about a bit idly, Elias had made his way to the docks and quickly took note of the ship being finished. From a distance, it looked well enough. The wood was a rich mahogany in hue and stood out with its pearly white sails tied up on the masts. Some where left loose, ready for him to inspect. It didn't take him much longer to board the ship and give it a thorough looking over. It was passable, for now. There were things needed tweaked, more attention to the finer details, but it would make due until the final inspection. It wouldn't pass such an inspection, however, if the things Elias had noted to a puny little scribe that had followed him around taking said notes weren't addressed. The head of the construction of it, however, listened rather intently and seemed to understand the things Elias had pointed out. And, with a firm handshake, Elias was on his way once more.

Hell bent on getting back to his home to bathe, he hardly noticed the widened eyes and distraction of those around him. His main priority had clearly become that of himself so whatever was drawing the attention of the harbor dwellers was of little consequence. That was, until he took note of the royal insignia among the crowds. That brought a raised from of attention from the man as he shifted the scabbard at his waist to be realigned properly along his hips.

It was doubtful Minas was there, he was likely buried away in his bed. That meant the sisters were there, or at least one of them. Both needed wooing. Both needed to appreciate him for who he was and what he would become. Because, whether they liked it or not, he was hell bent on seeing himself upon that throne when their weak father was finally gone from this world.

Plastering an oh so debonair and charming smile on his features, he easily weaved his way through the crowd to determine just who it was that was in the harbor. It didn't take long for him to realize it was Emilia. The sweet summer child of a girl. Though the charming smile remained, there was undoubtedly a mischievous glint to his dark eyes as he moved to intercept her path. He moved to make it seem as though it were an innocent collision as he began to pause in front of the table she was intent on only to step right into her path. He was quick to raise his hands as the collision was had so as to catch her before she should tumble to the ground.

Feigning shock as his eyes fell to meet her own, he offered that charming smile. "Many apologies, my lady," he said in a deep and calm tone, "Are you quite alright?"

Elias took note of the quickly fading smile on the little princess's face. He, apparently, was not someone she was all that pleased to see. Though he was oblivious as to why, he imagined her sister had little good to say of him. He was quite adamant against Persephone being able to take the throne after all. Surely they saw how foolish their little ploy was. They'd never succeed with a woman on the throne, not if they were to be taken seriously. A woman simply couldn't do what a man could do, especially one such as himself. Though he may love himself more than anyone or anything, he was still certain he'd be a force to be reckoned with should he be the one on the throne. It was only his rightful inheritance after all.

But that was all of little point to dwell on in that moment. If he won over his little cousin, surely she could help to bring his sister to her senses. And despite the fact the little princess was not putting on the airs of a prim and proper lady. He couldn't help the smirk that creased his features at her small display of attitude. "You are quite right, my lady," he said in the dame calm tones as before as his smirk gave way to a genuine smile, "It is entirely my fault and I truly am sorry. I can assure you it will never happen again." Even if he wasn't entirely at fault. She'd been much too focused on the table with all the pretty jewels and trinkets that she hadn't even seem him cross into her path. Not that he was about to point that out. There was a time and a place for such things and it was currently not the right time. Women could be such fickle creatures after all. Point out the error of their ways and they were likely to get moody and he didn't have the time for that.

"Ah but sometimes I must," he responded to her surprise of his being there, "One of our new ships is near being finished. I needed to be sure that it was up to our standards. We wouldn't want another ship going down, after all." Having released her by then, he stood with his hands held behind his back, smiling down at her with an affection of sorts. He made a point to look far from intimidating as he stood there in front of her, trying to appear as cordial and pleasant as he possibly could. "But if it should allow for me to run into one of our lovely princesses," he started, a twinkle in his dark eyes as his gaze drifted slowly over her face, "Then I shall have to make it more of a habit."