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With the town still smouldering away, there was little chance that his strength would be sent elsewhere. Midas needed to be rebuilt. The miracle that appeared in the Temple of Hesta made it clear that this Capital was one that would be returned to its glory again. This was going to take money and manpower and anything else Colchians were able to spare.
On some occasion, Philippos could get away with walking around without his armor on around the large city. He wasn’t some guard and mostly took care of business on the battlefields of the far North. That wasn’t the case since attending to tasks more official while he was invited to remain behind and help with the rebuilding. Though, he hadn’t exactly gotten his hands dirty yet. Actually, not at all. However, there he was with his heavy and rather itchy attire on. Philippos hated wearing clothes and the numerous layers that went into keeping him alive were downright annoying when there wasn’t a pointed threat anywhere to be seen.
While he strolled through the palati, he was invited to take on a different job. A lazy scholar who had been first tasked with the scroll did not want to deliver another missive. He went on and on about how he had been to most of the noble families during the day and then something about hurt feet. Philippos let his mind wander for some of it and didn’t much want to get into how it was to be knee deep in mud with blades aiming for one’s face. The man would never understand. So, he took the scroll and nodded. At least he listened to the part about where it was supposed to go.
Blue eyes darted down at the missive in his hand, sealed with a crest and meant for someone else. How did he get roped into this? It wasn’t his job, however, Pos had always been too congenial to protest such little tasks. It was an escape from the normal. Variety was the spice of life.
Philippos held it tight in his hand as she strolled casually down the stoned streets in the Upper Houses. There was no rush to his mission. Attention was drawn to the different homes and how big they were. His mind strayed to think of what each one looked like inside and the excess they must have used from day to day. There were slight day dreams and wonder, especially when he could be found climbing out a window before being caught with a daughter. He would never make a good husband, would he? A laugh bounced out as he looked to a very house he had been once upon a time.
One manor and then another and finally he arrived at the destination he set out to find. The large home where the House of Drakos could be found. It was a letter for the Lady Tythra to be delivered at once. A hand knocked against the wooden door before he stepped back and stood in a formal at ease. He resisted the urge to unceremoniously run fingers through his blonde hair. For now it was in place and he actually appeared like a real put together soldier.
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With the town still smouldering away, there was little chance that his strength would be sent elsewhere. Midas needed to be rebuilt. The miracle that appeared in the Temple of Hesta made it clear that this Capital was one that would be returned to its glory again. This was going to take money and manpower and anything else Colchians were able to spare.
On some occasion, Philippos could get away with walking around without his armor on around the large city. He wasn’t some guard and mostly took care of business on the battlefields of the far North. That wasn’t the case since attending to tasks more official while he was invited to remain behind and help with the rebuilding. Though, he hadn’t exactly gotten his hands dirty yet. Actually, not at all. However, there he was with his heavy and rather itchy attire on. Philippos hated wearing clothes and the numerous layers that went into keeping him alive were downright annoying when there wasn’t a pointed threat anywhere to be seen.
While he strolled through the palati, he was invited to take on a different job. A lazy scholar who had been first tasked with the scroll did not want to deliver another missive. He went on and on about how he had been to most of the noble families during the day and then something about hurt feet. Philippos let his mind wander for some of it and didn’t much want to get into how it was to be knee deep in mud with blades aiming for one’s face. The man would never understand. So, he took the scroll and nodded. At least he listened to the part about where it was supposed to go.
Blue eyes darted down at the missive in his hand, sealed with a crest and meant for someone else. How did he get roped into this? It wasn’t his job, however, Pos had always been too congenial to protest such little tasks. It was an escape from the normal. Variety was the spice of life.
Philippos held it tight in his hand as she strolled casually down the stoned streets in the Upper Houses. There was no rush to his mission. Attention was drawn to the different homes and how big they were. His mind strayed to think of what each one looked like inside and the excess they must have used from day to day. There were slight day dreams and wonder, especially when he could be found climbing out a window before being caught with a daughter. He would never make a good husband, would he? A laugh bounced out as he looked to a very house he had been once upon a time.
One manor and then another and finally he arrived at the destination he set out to find. The large home where the House of Drakos could be found. It was a letter for the Lady Tythra to be delivered at once. A hand knocked against the wooden door before he stepped back and stood in a formal at ease. He resisted the urge to unceremoniously run fingers through his blonde hair. For now it was in place and he actually appeared like a real put together soldier.
With the town still smouldering away, there was little chance that his strength would be sent elsewhere. Midas needed to be rebuilt. The miracle that appeared in the Temple of Hesta made it clear that this Capital was one that would be returned to its glory again. This was going to take money and manpower and anything else Colchians were able to spare.
On some occasion, Philippos could get away with walking around without his armor on around the large city. He wasn’t some guard and mostly took care of business on the battlefields of the far North. That wasn’t the case since attending to tasks more official while he was invited to remain behind and help with the rebuilding. Though, he hadn’t exactly gotten his hands dirty yet. Actually, not at all. However, there he was with his heavy and rather itchy attire on. Philippos hated wearing clothes and the numerous layers that went into keeping him alive were downright annoying when there wasn’t a pointed threat anywhere to be seen.
While he strolled through the palati, he was invited to take on a different job. A lazy scholar who had been first tasked with the scroll did not want to deliver another missive. He went on and on about how he had been to most of the noble families during the day and then something about hurt feet. Philippos let his mind wander for some of it and didn’t much want to get into how it was to be knee deep in mud with blades aiming for one’s face. The man would never understand. So, he took the scroll and nodded. At least he listened to the part about where it was supposed to go.
Blue eyes darted down at the missive in his hand, sealed with a crest and meant for someone else. How did he get roped into this? It wasn’t his job, however, Pos had always been too congenial to protest such little tasks. It was an escape from the normal. Variety was the spice of life.
Philippos held it tight in his hand as she strolled casually down the stoned streets in the Upper Houses. There was no rush to his mission. Attention was drawn to the different homes and how big they were. His mind strayed to think of what each one looked like inside and the excess they must have used from day to day. There were slight day dreams and wonder, especially when he could be found climbing out a window before being caught with a daughter. He would never make a good husband, would he? A laugh bounced out as he looked to a very house he had been once upon a time.
One manor and then another and finally he arrived at the destination he set out to find. The large home where the House of Drakos could be found. It was a letter for the Lady Tythra to be delivered at once. A hand knocked against the wooden door before he stepped back and stood in a formal at ease. He resisted the urge to unceremoniously run fingers through his blonde hair. For now it was in place and he actually appeared like a real put together soldier.
Imeeya was just about jumping out of her skin with boredom. She was stuck inside the house after the fire when all she wanted was to go out and be able to help with the recovery or even have any news of what was going on outside to help rebuild the city. This was her punishment for running towards the fire instead of away “like any intelligent woman would have” as her mother had said. So Imeeya was expected to stay at home until she was set to leave for Taengea with her cousins while her mother had to go deal with the aftermath of the fire.
Imeeya had been sulking in her room for most of the morning hoping that if she showed that she was miserable enough, her mother might relent on whether or not she was allowed any participation in any efforts to help the city after the fire. Imeeya had underestimated both her mother’s stubbornness and her own capacity for staring idly at a wall in anger. Before too long, Imeeya found that she had to get up and wander about the house. Asking some of the servants within the house, it turned out that Tythra had already left to go deal with some business in the city, and had likely just been ignoring all of Imeeya’s efforts to prove that her mother was being entirely unfair.
Imeeya wandered through the house, looking for something useful she might be able to do, even confined to her own home. Then her mother would regret not letting her aid in the relief efforts. Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps the gods favored her, but she passed near the door to the mansion, she heard a knocking at the door. Imeeya dismissed the slave who came hurrying down the hallway to open the door. She would open the door herself, despite the fact that she was only wearing a plain blue linen chiton, that she normally only wore around the house. Anything was better than being left to stew in her own boredom and inability to do anything useful.
Imeeya pulled open the door to the mansion with some effort, the heavy wooden door designed to keep out any random ne’er-do-wells almost served to keep Imeeya in. She had not considered how heavy it must be until forced to deal with the weight of the doors herself. Still, she managed to pull the door open at last and found herself face to face with a soldier. For a moment she worried what might have occurred to require a soldier to be sent to their house. She stood blinking at the man in her doorway for a moment before she remembered herself. “What is your business here?” Imeeya asked, stepping out of the door slightly. “And do you have any news of what’s been going on in the city since the fire?” Imeeya wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to get some news about the world out past her doorstep. For a brief moment, the thought that she was already technically outside the house flashed through her mind. But then she looked back into the house, where the slave she had dismissed earlier was still lurking nearby, and Imeeya knew that whatever she gained from leaving the house now, she’d be in much greater trouble with her mother later if her disobedience was discovered.
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Imeeya was just about jumping out of her skin with boredom. She was stuck inside the house after the fire when all she wanted was to go out and be able to help with the recovery or even have any news of what was going on outside to help rebuild the city. This was her punishment for running towards the fire instead of away “like any intelligent woman would have” as her mother had said. So Imeeya was expected to stay at home until she was set to leave for Taengea with her cousins while her mother had to go deal with the aftermath of the fire.
Imeeya had been sulking in her room for most of the morning hoping that if she showed that she was miserable enough, her mother might relent on whether or not she was allowed any participation in any efforts to help the city after the fire. Imeeya had underestimated both her mother’s stubbornness and her own capacity for staring idly at a wall in anger. Before too long, Imeeya found that she had to get up and wander about the house. Asking some of the servants within the house, it turned out that Tythra had already left to go deal with some business in the city, and had likely just been ignoring all of Imeeya’s efforts to prove that her mother was being entirely unfair.
Imeeya wandered through the house, looking for something useful she might be able to do, even confined to her own home. Then her mother would regret not letting her aid in the relief efforts. Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps the gods favored her, but she passed near the door to the mansion, she heard a knocking at the door. Imeeya dismissed the slave who came hurrying down the hallway to open the door. She would open the door herself, despite the fact that she was only wearing a plain blue linen chiton, that she normally only wore around the house. Anything was better than being left to stew in her own boredom and inability to do anything useful.
Imeeya pulled open the door to the mansion with some effort, the heavy wooden door designed to keep out any random ne’er-do-wells almost served to keep Imeeya in. She had not considered how heavy it must be until forced to deal with the weight of the doors herself. Still, she managed to pull the door open at last and found herself face to face with a soldier. For a moment she worried what might have occurred to require a soldier to be sent to their house. She stood blinking at the man in her doorway for a moment before she remembered herself. “What is your business here?” Imeeya asked, stepping out of the door slightly. “And do you have any news of what’s been going on in the city since the fire?” Imeeya wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to get some news about the world out past her doorstep. For a brief moment, the thought that she was already technically outside the house flashed through her mind. But then she looked back into the house, where the slave she had dismissed earlier was still lurking nearby, and Imeeya knew that whatever she gained from leaving the house now, she’d be in much greater trouble with her mother later if her disobedience was discovered.
Imeeya was just about jumping out of her skin with boredom. She was stuck inside the house after the fire when all she wanted was to go out and be able to help with the recovery or even have any news of what was going on outside to help rebuild the city. This was her punishment for running towards the fire instead of away “like any intelligent woman would have” as her mother had said. So Imeeya was expected to stay at home until she was set to leave for Taengea with her cousins while her mother had to go deal with the aftermath of the fire.
Imeeya had been sulking in her room for most of the morning hoping that if she showed that she was miserable enough, her mother might relent on whether or not she was allowed any participation in any efforts to help the city after the fire. Imeeya had underestimated both her mother’s stubbornness and her own capacity for staring idly at a wall in anger. Before too long, Imeeya found that she had to get up and wander about the house. Asking some of the servants within the house, it turned out that Tythra had already left to go deal with some business in the city, and had likely just been ignoring all of Imeeya’s efforts to prove that her mother was being entirely unfair.
Imeeya wandered through the house, looking for something useful she might be able to do, even confined to her own home. Then her mother would regret not letting her aid in the relief efforts. Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps the gods favored her, but she passed near the door to the mansion, she heard a knocking at the door. Imeeya dismissed the slave who came hurrying down the hallway to open the door. She would open the door herself, despite the fact that she was only wearing a plain blue linen chiton, that she normally only wore around the house. Anything was better than being left to stew in her own boredom and inability to do anything useful.
Imeeya pulled open the door to the mansion with some effort, the heavy wooden door designed to keep out any random ne’er-do-wells almost served to keep Imeeya in. She had not considered how heavy it must be until forced to deal with the weight of the doors herself. Still, she managed to pull the door open at last and found herself face to face with a soldier. For a moment she worried what might have occurred to require a soldier to be sent to their house. She stood blinking at the man in her doorway for a moment before she remembered herself. “What is your business here?” Imeeya asked, stepping out of the door slightly. “And do you have any news of what’s been going on in the city since the fire?” Imeeya wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to get some news about the world out past her doorstep. For a brief moment, the thought that she was already technically outside the house flashed through her mind. But then she looked back into the house, where the slave she had dismissed earlier was still lurking nearby, and Imeeya knew that whatever she gained from leaving the house now, she’d be in much greater trouble with her mother later if her disobedience was discovered.
The door moved slowly open and revealed a young lady of the house. His mind racked for a moment to attempt to remember which of the Drakos daughters it was. Philippos silently cursed himself for being so terrible with name. Many of the families were important and he should have made a better attempt. It would look better on himself, his position, and his relationship with the royal family. He was paused in thought when she broke the stillness between them with an insistent question.
“What is your business here?”
”M’lady, I have a letter for the matriarch of the house. Lady Tythra of Drakos.” He held up the paper that was sealed. A request for all the help that anyone could spare. Philippos would spend his time actually building when his errands were all done. There were plenty of places that needed the help and with what appeared to be a blessing - more and more were willing to pitch in and rebuild. Vangelis, Nike, and others in a party were set to sail soon. They could only hope to get much of it done before the Crown Prince came back. What a surprise that would be.
“And do you have any news of what’s been going on in the city since the fire?”
He gave a slight nod. Philippos’ expression lit up as her name finally crashed into the front of his mind. ”Lady Imeeya, there is much to be celebrated. The beacon at the Temple of Hestia has lit on its very own. All who are able are presenting gifts to the goddess.” The commander had not taken the time to go and see the alcove for himself, but trusted the rumors that were spreading just like the fire had. It was invigorating to the people and while he wasn’t a terribly religious man, he could support some of the gods and goddesses. He just found it hard to spend time to worship at the alters.
”I believe that we can all be sure that Colchis will thrive again soon.” He nodded along with his words. The man shifted in his place. The hot summer air getting to him. What he would wish for a breeze in that moment. His grin endured. Philippos was a happy man. There was very little that could hurt his confidence or his perpetual state of bliss, not even delivering messages around the upper hills. It needed to be done and there was little else a soldier of his station could do at the moment. He could go to the front lines, however it was obvious that the people of Midas could use the extra hands here. The extra leadership that he had to offer them. ”Perhaps your family will find the generosity to give to Hestia.” He added in a final offer. The lady looked as though she wanted to leave or wanted to know more.
”I’m afraid I know little else about the city that would be appropriate for a young lady.” A smirk curled at the corners of his lips when he added. Political things, tavern things, and many other rumors just were simply better left unsaid.
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The door moved slowly open and revealed a young lady of the house. His mind racked for a moment to attempt to remember which of the Drakos daughters it was. Philippos silently cursed himself for being so terrible with name. Many of the families were important and he should have made a better attempt. It would look better on himself, his position, and his relationship with the royal family. He was paused in thought when she broke the stillness between them with an insistent question.
“What is your business here?”
”M’lady, I have a letter for the matriarch of the house. Lady Tythra of Drakos.” He held up the paper that was sealed. A request for all the help that anyone could spare. Philippos would spend his time actually building when his errands were all done. There were plenty of places that needed the help and with what appeared to be a blessing - more and more were willing to pitch in and rebuild. Vangelis, Nike, and others in a party were set to sail soon. They could only hope to get much of it done before the Crown Prince came back. What a surprise that would be.
“And do you have any news of what’s been going on in the city since the fire?”
He gave a slight nod. Philippos’ expression lit up as her name finally crashed into the front of his mind. ”Lady Imeeya, there is much to be celebrated. The beacon at the Temple of Hestia has lit on its very own. All who are able are presenting gifts to the goddess.” The commander had not taken the time to go and see the alcove for himself, but trusted the rumors that were spreading just like the fire had. It was invigorating to the people and while he wasn’t a terribly religious man, he could support some of the gods and goddesses. He just found it hard to spend time to worship at the alters.
”I believe that we can all be sure that Colchis will thrive again soon.” He nodded along with his words. The man shifted in his place. The hot summer air getting to him. What he would wish for a breeze in that moment. His grin endured. Philippos was a happy man. There was very little that could hurt his confidence or his perpetual state of bliss, not even delivering messages around the upper hills. It needed to be done and there was little else a soldier of his station could do at the moment. He could go to the front lines, however it was obvious that the people of Midas could use the extra hands here. The extra leadership that he had to offer them. ”Perhaps your family will find the generosity to give to Hestia.” He added in a final offer. The lady looked as though she wanted to leave or wanted to know more.
”I’m afraid I know little else about the city that would be appropriate for a young lady.” A smirk curled at the corners of his lips when he added. Political things, tavern things, and many other rumors just were simply better left unsaid.
The door moved slowly open and revealed a young lady of the house. His mind racked for a moment to attempt to remember which of the Drakos daughters it was. Philippos silently cursed himself for being so terrible with name. Many of the families were important and he should have made a better attempt. It would look better on himself, his position, and his relationship with the royal family. He was paused in thought when she broke the stillness between them with an insistent question.
“What is your business here?”
”M’lady, I have a letter for the matriarch of the house. Lady Tythra of Drakos.” He held up the paper that was sealed. A request for all the help that anyone could spare. Philippos would spend his time actually building when his errands were all done. There were plenty of places that needed the help and with what appeared to be a blessing - more and more were willing to pitch in and rebuild. Vangelis, Nike, and others in a party were set to sail soon. They could only hope to get much of it done before the Crown Prince came back. What a surprise that would be.
“And do you have any news of what’s been going on in the city since the fire?”
He gave a slight nod. Philippos’ expression lit up as her name finally crashed into the front of his mind. ”Lady Imeeya, there is much to be celebrated. The beacon at the Temple of Hestia has lit on its very own. All who are able are presenting gifts to the goddess.” The commander had not taken the time to go and see the alcove for himself, but trusted the rumors that were spreading just like the fire had. It was invigorating to the people and while he wasn’t a terribly religious man, he could support some of the gods and goddesses. He just found it hard to spend time to worship at the alters.
”I believe that we can all be sure that Colchis will thrive again soon.” He nodded along with his words. The man shifted in his place. The hot summer air getting to him. What he would wish for a breeze in that moment. His grin endured. Philippos was a happy man. There was very little that could hurt his confidence or his perpetual state of bliss, not even delivering messages around the upper hills. It needed to be done and there was little else a soldier of his station could do at the moment. He could go to the front lines, however it was obvious that the people of Midas could use the extra hands here. The extra leadership that he had to offer them. ”Perhaps your family will find the generosity to give to Hestia.” He added in a final offer. The lady looked as though she wanted to leave or wanted to know more.
”I’m afraid I know little else about the city that would be appropriate for a young lady.” A smirk curled at the corners of his lips when he added. Political things, tavern things, and many other rumors just were simply better left unsaid.
”I will make sure the letter is delivered for my mother.” Imeeya said extending a hand towards the soldier to receive the letter. A slight smile curled at the corner of her lips. Now that she had this letter, she might be able to learn something of the business of the city. Of course she’d have to find a way to read the letter without her mother finding out. Imeeya idly checked the seal, hoping against hope that it might be unmarked so that she would be able to replace it. But the gods had not seen fit to bless her with such a happy coincidence. Imeeya began considering how she might be able to see the contents of the letter without detection, but then she realized that she had been staring off into space for just a moment too long, especially given that there was company around.
Imeeya quickly brought her attention back to the current conversation just in time to register the comment about the Temple of Hestia. Imeeya’s smile widened at the news. After the terrible fire in the city, it was fortunate that they had the blessing of the goddess of both homes and fires to rebuild the city. As much as Imeeya wished that she could be out there to help with the rebuilding, she was glad to hear that the city was recovering well from the turmoil of the fire that had swept through much of the city. ”I’m sure that House Drakos will donate generously to the Temple of Hestia,” Imeeya replied diplomatically. Truthfully, Imeeya had no idea what her mother’s plans were for funding either the temple or the recovery effort, but Imeeya also knew that her mother wouldn’t give up the opportunity to publicly remind the nobles that objected to her presence in the Senate of the wealth of the Drakos family and what they risked losing if they alienated her.
Imeeya had been hoping to learn more about how the rebuilding effort was going and any news about what resources had and had not survived the fire, when the conversation was cut short by the soldier insisting that other topics were not “appropriate.” Imeeya bristled at the implication that she couldn’t handle other news. She couldn’t believe how much she had grown to hate the word ‘appropriate’ lately, with even her mother throwing the term around in a way that Imeeya thought was rather hypocritical considering how many people had considered a woman senator inappropriate. Imeeya tilted her head to the side and took on a sarcastic tone. “Which implies that there’s more to be heard that isn’t appropriate for a young lady. I’d certainly be curious to hear it.” Hopefully this soldier would oblige her with something more interesting than just what the gods had been up to. If not, he’d soon see the tongue-lashing one received when Imeeya’s temper was provoked.
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”I will make sure the letter is delivered for my mother.” Imeeya said extending a hand towards the soldier to receive the letter. A slight smile curled at the corner of her lips. Now that she had this letter, she might be able to learn something of the business of the city. Of course she’d have to find a way to read the letter without her mother finding out. Imeeya idly checked the seal, hoping against hope that it might be unmarked so that she would be able to replace it. But the gods had not seen fit to bless her with such a happy coincidence. Imeeya began considering how she might be able to see the contents of the letter without detection, but then she realized that she had been staring off into space for just a moment too long, especially given that there was company around.
Imeeya quickly brought her attention back to the current conversation just in time to register the comment about the Temple of Hestia. Imeeya’s smile widened at the news. After the terrible fire in the city, it was fortunate that they had the blessing of the goddess of both homes and fires to rebuild the city. As much as Imeeya wished that she could be out there to help with the rebuilding, she was glad to hear that the city was recovering well from the turmoil of the fire that had swept through much of the city. ”I’m sure that House Drakos will donate generously to the Temple of Hestia,” Imeeya replied diplomatically. Truthfully, Imeeya had no idea what her mother’s plans were for funding either the temple or the recovery effort, but Imeeya also knew that her mother wouldn’t give up the opportunity to publicly remind the nobles that objected to her presence in the Senate of the wealth of the Drakos family and what they risked losing if they alienated her.
Imeeya had been hoping to learn more about how the rebuilding effort was going and any news about what resources had and had not survived the fire, when the conversation was cut short by the soldier insisting that other topics were not “appropriate.” Imeeya bristled at the implication that she couldn’t handle other news. She couldn’t believe how much she had grown to hate the word ‘appropriate’ lately, with even her mother throwing the term around in a way that Imeeya thought was rather hypocritical considering how many people had considered a woman senator inappropriate. Imeeya tilted her head to the side and took on a sarcastic tone. “Which implies that there’s more to be heard that isn’t appropriate for a young lady. I’d certainly be curious to hear it.” Hopefully this soldier would oblige her with something more interesting than just what the gods had been up to. If not, he’d soon see the tongue-lashing one received when Imeeya’s temper was provoked.
”I will make sure the letter is delivered for my mother.” Imeeya said extending a hand towards the soldier to receive the letter. A slight smile curled at the corner of her lips. Now that she had this letter, she might be able to learn something of the business of the city. Of course she’d have to find a way to read the letter without her mother finding out. Imeeya idly checked the seal, hoping against hope that it might be unmarked so that she would be able to replace it. But the gods had not seen fit to bless her with such a happy coincidence. Imeeya began considering how she might be able to see the contents of the letter without detection, but then she realized that she had been staring off into space for just a moment too long, especially given that there was company around.
Imeeya quickly brought her attention back to the current conversation just in time to register the comment about the Temple of Hestia. Imeeya’s smile widened at the news. After the terrible fire in the city, it was fortunate that they had the blessing of the goddess of both homes and fires to rebuild the city. As much as Imeeya wished that she could be out there to help with the rebuilding, she was glad to hear that the city was recovering well from the turmoil of the fire that had swept through much of the city. ”I’m sure that House Drakos will donate generously to the Temple of Hestia,” Imeeya replied diplomatically. Truthfully, Imeeya had no idea what her mother’s plans were for funding either the temple or the recovery effort, but Imeeya also knew that her mother wouldn’t give up the opportunity to publicly remind the nobles that objected to her presence in the Senate of the wealth of the Drakos family and what they risked losing if they alienated her.
Imeeya had been hoping to learn more about how the rebuilding effort was going and any news about what resources had and had not survived the fire, when the conversation was cut short by the soldier insisting that other topics were not “appropriate.” Imeeya bristled at the implication that she couldn’t handle other news. She couldn’t believe how much she had grown to hate the word ‘appropriate’ lately, with even her mother throwing the term around in a way that Imeeya thought was rather hypocritical considering how many people had considered a woman senator inappropriate. Imeeya tilted her head to the side and took on a sarcastic tone. “Which implies that there’s more to be heard that isn’t appropriate for a young lady. I’d certainly be curious to hear it.” Hopefully this soldier would oblige her with something more interesting than just what the gods had been up to. If not, he’d soon see the tongue-lashing one received when Imeeya’s temper was provoked.
He rocked on his feet some as he had done what the job he had been tasked with. Philippos gave a glance over his shoulder at the street as he thought. What was going on in Colchis? He only toyed with gossip from time to time, but it was rarely worth remembering. His hands folded behind his back while he try to come up with an answer for the young lady that stood before him. A lady who was rather pretty in her own right and seemed innocent. But, maybe she wasn’t. Everyone had their secrets.
”M’lady, let me be more honest with you, I rarely bother with gossip, or words of any kind.” It was the horrible truth. If he was talking, it was jesting at situations, however he was much better at fighting and sexing. Clearly his strengths when it came to living life to the fullest. Even stories, they were of derogatory nature, nothing that he would share in front of this woman. ”Are you so terribly bored of your home that you need a soldier to give you entertainment?” His brow waved some as he spoke and thought about what lie behind the walls. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was that ladies had to do, but it must be something.
He stomped back into a more proper posture and gave a nod. ”Is there anything else I can help with, or I will be on my way.” Philippos rarely attempted to be so kind as to be willing to run more errands for anyone. He was a Commander of the Red Knights, not some paid errand boy. Course, the chance to peek at the House of Drakos, that triggered his curiosity enough to take this letter in the first place. She was keeping steadfast at the door and standing in the entryway for conversation was hardly comfortable.
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He rocked on his feet some as he had done what the job he had been tasked with. Philippos gave a glance over his shoulder at the street as he thought. What was going on in Colchis? He only toyed with gossip from time to time, but it was rarely worth remembering. His hands folded behind his back while he try to come up with an answer for the young lady that stood before him. A lady who was rather pretty in her own right and seemed innocent. But, maybe she wasn’t. Everyone had their secrets.
”M’lady, let me be more honest with you, I rarely bother with gossip, or words of any kind.” It was the horrible truth. If he was talking, it was jesting at situations, however he was much better at fighting and sexing. Clearly his strengths when it came to living life to the fullest. Even stories, they were of derogatory nature, nothing that he would share in front of this woman. ”Are you so terribly bored of your home that you need a soldier to give you entertainment?” His brow waved some as he spoke and thought about what lie behind the walls. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was that ladies had to do, but it must be something.
He stomped back into a more proper posture and gave a nod. ”Is there anything else I can help with, or I will be on my way.” Philippos rarely attempted to be so kind as to be willing to run more errands for anyone. He was a Commander of the Red Knights, not some paid errand boy. Course, the chance to peek at the House of Drakos, that triggered his curiosity enough to take this letter in the first place. She was keeping steadfast at the door and standing in the entryway for conversation was hardly comfortable.
He rocked on his feet some as he had done what the job he had been tasked with. Philippos gave a glance over his shoulder at the street as he thought. What was going on in Colchis? He only toyed with gossip from time to time, but it was rarely worth remembering. His hands folded behind his back while he try to come up with an answer for the young lady that stood before him. A lady who was rather pretty in her own right and seemed innocent. But, maybe she wasn’t. Everyone had their secrets.
”M’lady, let me be more honest with you, I rarely bother with gossip, or words of any kind.” It was the horrible truth. If he was talking, it was jesting at situations, however he was much better at fighting and sexing. Clearly his strengths when it came to living life to the fullest. Even stories, they were of derogatory nature, nothing that he would share in front of this woman. ”Are you so terribly bored of your home that you need a soldier to give you entertainment?” His brow waved some as he spoke and thought about what lie behind the walls. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was that ladies had to do, but it must be something.
He stomped back into a more proper posture and gave a nod. ”Is there anything else I can help with, or I will be on my way.” Philippos rarely attempted to be so kind as to be willing to run more errands for anyone. He was a Commander of the Red Knights, not some paid errand boy. Course, the chance to peek at the House of Drakos, that triggered his curiosity enough to take this letter in the first place. She was keeping steadfast at the door and standing in the entryway for conversation was hardly comfortable.
Imeeya had been prepared to scold the man for withholding gossip from her because he thought she couldn’t handle it as a woman. She was surprised when he admitted that he didn’t have any more gossip after all. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. ”You’re not even going to make something up to make my life a little more amusing?,” Imeeya retorted, grinning. Admittedly, she wouldn’t have taken too kindly to him lying to her, but right now, she would have taken anything better than the boring news he had given her.
”Yes, in fact, I am terribly bored. My mother has decided that I’m not allowed out of the house.” Imeeya neglected to tell him that it was her fault in the first place for her actions during the fire. She didn’t need yet another person scolding her for the actions that she had taken. ”It looks like I’ll have to find some other way to get interesting new information.” Imeeya grinned, twirling her mother’s letter between her fingers. She slipped fingernail around the edge of the seal, testing it. Her mother would kill her if she found out, but Imeeya wasn’t sure how much more trouble she could even get into at this point. She might as well make the crime fit the punishment.
”Let’s take a peek. I know a way to reseal this so she won’t be able to tell.” That wasn’t the full truth, she had heard of a way to do so. She was pretty confident that she could replicate it without too much trouble. Worst case scenario, she could claim that she had misunderstood the messenger and opened it thinking it was for her. Imeeya peeled the seal up carefully and opened the letter to read the contents. Her face drained of color as she read the letter. Someone else had seen her down at the docks with Lukos. The Master Informer herself was sending her mother a letter to inform her of what had happened. She knew her mother wouldn’t understand, and she had to do something to stop this from getting back to her.
Thinking quickly, Imeeya knew what she had to do. She’d burn the letter. She’d write the Master Informer, make sure he didn’t follow up on the letter. She looked back up at Phillipos, she had almost forgotten his presence. “Can you wait inside here?” Imeeya asked, gesturing him through the door into the entranceway. “I need to send a response to this letter.”
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Imeeya had been prepared to scold the man for withholding gossip from her because he thought she couldn’t handle it as a woman. She was surprised when he admitted that he didn’t have any more gossip after all. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. ”You’re not even going to make something up to make my life a little more amusing?,” Imeeya retorted, grinning. Admittedly, she wouldn’t have taken too kindly to him lying to her, but right now, she would have taken anything better than the boring news he had given her.
”Yes, in fact, I am terribly bored. My mother has decided that I’m not allowed out of the house.” Imeeya neglected to tell him that it was her fault in the first place for her actions during the fire. She didn’t need yet another person scolding her for the actions that she had taken. ”It looks like I’ll have to find some other way to get interesting new information.” Imeeya grinned, twirling her mother’s letter between her fingers. She slipped fingernail around the edge of the seal, testing it. Her mother would kill her if she found out, but Imeeya wasn’t sure how much more trouble she could even get into at this point. She might as well make the crime fit the punishment.
”Let’s take a peek. I know a way to reseal this so she won’t be able to tell.” That wasn’t the full truth, she had heard of a way to do so. She was pretty confident that she could replicate it without too much trouble. Worst case scenario, she could claim that she had misunderstood the messenger and opened it thinking it was for her. Imeeya peeled the seal up carefully and opened the letter to read the contents. Her face drained of color as she read the letter. Someone else had seen her down at the docks with Lukos. The Master Informer herself was sending her mother a letter to inform her of what had happened. She knew her mother wouldn’t understand, and she had to do something to stop this from getting back to her.
Thinking quickly, Imeeya knew what she had to do. She’d burn the letter. She’d write the Master Informer, make sure he didn’t follow up on the letter. She looked back up at Phillipos, she had almost forgotten his presence. “Can you wait inside here?” Imeeya asked, gesturing him through the door into the entranceway. “I need to send a response to this letter.”
Imeeya had been prepared to scold the man for withholding gossip from her because he thought she couldn’t handle it as a woman. She was surprised when he admitted that he didn’t have any more gossip after all. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. ”You’re not even going to make something up to make my life a little more amusing?,” Imeeya retorted, grinning. Admittedly, she wouldn’t have taken too kindly to him lying to her, but right now, she would have taken anything better than the boring news he had given her.
”Yes, in fact, I am terribly bored. My mother has decided that I’m not allowed out of the house.” Imeeya neglected to tell him that it was her fault in the first place for her actions during the fire. She didn’t need yet another person scolding her for the actions that she had taken. ”It looks like I’ll have to find some other way to get interesting new information.” Imeeya grinned, twirling her mother’s letter between her fingers. She slipped fingernail around the edge of the seal, testing it. Her mother would kill her if she found out, but Imeeya wasn’t sure how much more trouble she could even get into at this point. She might as well make the crime fit the punishment.
”Let’s take a peek. I know a way to reseal this so she won’t be able to tell.” That wasn’t the full truth, she had heard of a way to do so. She was pretty confident that she could replicate it without too much trouble. Worst case scenario, she could claim that she had misunderstood the messenger and opened it thinking it was for her. Imeeya peeled the seal up carefully and opened the letter to read the contents. Her face drained of color as she read the letter. Someone else had seen her down at the docks with Lukos. The Master Informer herself was sending her mother a letter to inform her of what had happened. She knew her mother wouldn’t understand, and she had to do something to stop this from getting back to her.
Thinking quickly, Imeeya knew what she had to do. She’d burn the letter. She’d write the Master Informer, make sure he didn’t follow up on the letter. She looked back up at Phillipos, she had almost forgotten his presence. “Can you wait inside here?” Imeeya asked, gesturing him through the door into the entranceway. “I need to send a response to this letter.”
Fibbing was something that tended to get Philippos into a lot of trouble. His debonaire grin started to spread across his lips when she brought up the idea. Gossip was a terrible thing, but just making up stories for the needs of entertainment, that could be harmless. ”Oh, I might be able to do that.” He nodded as he watched her now examine the letter that was meant for her mother. A mother that she had said kept her locked away in a home. A pretty lady like Imeeya, not surprising that she would be holed up as such. There were many men who would happily prey upon such a flower (including the one at her doorstep).
Before he could even come up with anything at all, she was already picking at the wax of the letter. He stood and kept watch turning mostly because it was none of his business. Pos was a curious man, he couldn’t help but peek over his shoulder from time to time. His blue eyes settling to see the change in expression as she examined the words. ”Everything all right?” As she became pale, he could tell that the letter couldn’t have been anything good. And now he was more curious than before.
Philippos looked back and forth on the street, there was no one, so he stepped in. That was just what he needed was a Thanasi chastising him for following a Drakos lady in the door. Oh, the Houses were a funny set of people. He cleared his throat some. ”Are you going to share?” He asked out of pure hope. Course, it was none of his business. He had been a messenger to be sent and to make sure that it made it into the hands of Tythra. He had failed. He didn’t want the person who sent it to know that he had failed… her fix and her reply had better be a good one. ”You aren’t about to get me in trouble, are you?” His thick brow raised as he took another step in her direction.
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Fibbing was something that tended to get Philippos into a lot of trouble. His debonaire grin started to spread across his lips when she brought up the idea. Gossip was a terrible thing, but just making up stories for the needs of entertainment, that could be harmless. ”Oh, I might be able to do that.” He nodded as he watched her now examine the letter that was meant for her mother. A mother that she had said kept her locked away in a home. A pretty lady like Imeeya, not surprising that she would be holed up as such. There were many men who would happily prey upon such a flower (including the one at her doorstep).
Before he could even come up with anything at all, she was already picking at the wax of the letter. He stood and kept watch turning mostly because it was none of his business. Pos was a curious man, he couldn’t help but peek over his shoulder from time to time. His blue eyes settling to see the change in expression as she examined the words. ”Everything all right?” As she became pale, he could tell that the letter couldn’t have been anything good. And now he was more curious than before.
Philippos looked back and forth on the street, there was no one, so he stepped in. That was just what he needed was a Thanasi chastising him for following a Drakos lady in the door. Oh, the Houses were a funny set of people. He cleared his throat some. ”Are you going to share?” He asked out of pure hope. Course, it was none of his business. He had been a messenger to be sent and to make sure that it made it into the hands of Tythra. He had failed. He didn’t want the person who sent it to know that he had failed… her fix and her reply had better be a good one. ”You aren’t about to get me in trouble, are you?” His thick brow raised as he took another step in her direction.
Fibbing was something that tended to get Philippos into a lot of trouble. His debonaire grin started to spread across his lips when she brought up the idea. Gossip was a terrible thing, but just making up stories for the needs of entertainment, that could be harmless. ”Oh, I might be able to do that.” He nodded as he watched her now examine the letter that was meant for her mother. A mother that she had said kept her locked away in a home. A pretty lady like Imeeya, not surprising that she would be holed up as such. There were many men who would happily prey upon such a flower (including the one at her doorstep).
Before he could even come up with anything at all, she was already picking at the wax of the letter. He stood and kept watch turning mostly because it was none of his business. Pos was a curious man, he couldn’t help but peek over his shoulder from time to time. His blue eyes settling to see the change in expression as she examined the words. ”Everything all right?” As she became pale, he could tell that the letter couldn’t have been anything good. And now he was more curious than before.
Philippos looked back and forth on the street, there was no one, so he stepped in. That was just what he needed was a Thanasi chastising him for following a Drakos lady in the door. Oh, the Houses were a funny set of people. He cleared his throat some. ”Are you going to share?” He asked out of pure hope. Course, it was none of his business. He had been a messenger to be sent and to make sure that it made it into the hands of Tythra. He had failed. He didn’t want the person who sent it to know that he had failed… her fix and her reply had better be a good one. ”You aren’t about to get me in trouble, are you?” His thick brow raised as he took another step in her direction.
Imeeya glanced back up at Phillipos as he asked what she had found within her letter. She had almost forgotten that he was here as her world had shrunk down to the size of the letter. Her fingers and toes had gone all tingly as her thoughts rushed, not knowing what she was going to do to get her out of this mess. “No, everything is not alright,” Imeeya snapped back at him, her fear turning to misdirected anger as she formed her words. “I’m not going to share, and as long as you keep your mouth shut, you’re not going to get into any trouble.” Imeeya didn’t bother to tell Phillipos to wait as she frantically rushed back towards her room.
Imeeya grabbed a sheet of paper out of her desk and hastily scrawled a note to the Master Informer letting him know that she wished to meet him to discuss the content of the letter that he sent. She read it back, hoping that it made enough sense for Magnus to consider her offer. She didn’t know for sure what she was offering him in return for this meeting, but he didn’t have to know that. She was sure she’d be able to find time to figure that out when her mind wasn’t racing so quickly. She quickly shoved the original letter into her desk drawer, under some other papers so that it wouldn’t immediately be visible to anyone who might open the drawer. She’d come back and burn it later when she had the chance.
Imeeya hurried back down to where Phillipos was waiting with the letter that she had just written. “Here, take this to the Master Informer.” Imeeya said, pressing the letter into Phillipos’s hand. As he left, Imeeya watched him walk away down the street. She had hoped that the business with Lukos had been behind her, and yet it appeared it was coming back to bite her. She was about to be able to take a trip to another country, and this had to come back now to ruin it for her. Not if Imeeya had anything to say about it.
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Imeeya glanced back up at Phillipos as he asked what she had found within her letter. She had almost forgotten that he was here as her world had shrunk down to the size of the letter. Her fingers and toes had gone all tingly as her thoughts rushed, not knowing what she was going to do to get her out of this mess. “No, everything is not alright,” Imeeya snapped back at him, her fear turning to misdirected anger as she formed her words. “I’m not going to share, and as long as you keep your mouth shut, you’re not going to get into any trouble.” Imeeya didn’t bother to tell Phillipos to wait as she frantically rushed back towards her room.
Imeeya grabbed a sheet of paper out of her desk and hastily scrawled a note to the Master Informer letting him know that she wished to meet him to discuss the content of the letter that he sent. She read it back, hoping that it made enough sense for Magnus to consider her offer. She didn’t know for sure what she was offering him in return for this meeting, but he didn’t have to know that. She was sure she’d be able to find time to figure that out when her mind wasn’t racing so quickly. She quickly shoved the original letter into her desk drawer, under some other papers so that it wouldn’t immediately be visible to anyone who might open the drawer. She’d come back and burn it later when she had the chance.
Imeeya hurried back down to where Phillipos was waiting with the letter that she had just written. “Here, take this to the Master Informer.” Imeeya said, pressing the letter into Phillipos’s hand. As he left, Imeeya watched him walk away down the street. She had hoped that the business with Lukos had been behind her, and yet it appeared it was coming back to bite her. She was about to be able to take a trip to another country, and this had to come back now to ruin it for her. Not if Imeeya had anything to say about it.
Imeeya glanced back up at Phillipos as he asked what she had found within her letter. She had almost forgotten that he was here as her world had shrunk down to the size of the letter. Her fingers and toes had gone all tingly as her thoughts rushed, not knowing what she was going to do to get her out of this mess. “No, everything is not alright,” Imeeya snapped back at him, her fear turning to misdirected anger as she formed her words. “I’m not going to share, and as long as you keep your mouth shut, you’re not going to get into any trouble.” Imeeya didn’t bother to tell Phillipos to wait as she frantically rushed back towards her room.
Imeeya grabbed a sheet of paper out of her desk and hastily scrawled a note to the Master Informer letting him know that she wished to meet him to discuss the content of the letter that he sent. She read it back, hoping that it made enough sense for Magnus to consider her offer. She didn’t know for sure what she was offering him in return for this meeting, but he didn’t have to know that. She was sure she’d be able to find time to figure that out when her mind wasn’t racing so quickly. She quickly shoved the original letter into her desk drawer, under some other papers so that it wouldn’t immediately be visible to anyone who might open the drawer. She’d come back and burn it later when she had the chance.
Imeeya hurried back down to where Phillipos was waiting with the letter that she had just written. “Here, take this to the Master Informer.” Imeeya said, pressing the letter into Phillipos’s hand. As he left, Imeeya watched him walk away down the street. She had hoped that the business with Lukos had been behind her, and yet it appeared it was coming back to bite her. She was about to be able to take a trip to another country, and this had to come back now to ruin it for her. Not if Imeeya had anything to say about it.
