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Preparation was the key to success. At least that’s what she told herself as she ascended the marble stairs toward the entrance to the temple. As she neared the pinnacle she found herself honing in on the slightest sounds and sensations. Listening closely to the scuffle of her feet upon the smooth stone and the echo that followed along behind them. Every step she took she could hear a trio clap on behind her. A perpetual reminder that she wasn’t alone. Pausing she glanced over her shoulder toward the guards, who seemed momentarily taken aback by the fact that she looked at them at all. Typically speaking Imma did her best to ignore the fact that she was being followed. It had never been all that common practice at home, but she’d been quite obliging with her mother’s wishes since they arrived in the city. Today, however, she really didn’t feel like having an audience.
“I would like you to wait outside, please.” While she was as polite as she ever was, there was a distinct tone in her voice that made the request seem more like an order. The guards seemed hesitant to acquiesce to her request, but Imma wasn’t budging on this one. “It’s the temple of Athena. What could possibly happen to me there? Just wait outside.” Eventually they obliged, despite whatever hesitation they might have felt. Which allowed her the opportunity to scale the stairway without the ominous thud of their steps behind her. As she made her way through the doors, offering in hand she released a tepid sigh.
The first stop she made within the temple was to make her offering. It wasn’t at all unlike the temple back home in that the offerings were all gathered around the base of a statue fashioned to look like the goddess herself. The clay jar in her hands was filled to the neck with cream sprinkled with sweet smelling lavender. Peering up at the unchanging expression of Athena she took a moment to close her eyes and silently address her prayer. When next she opened her eyes she found herself peering into the cream, watching the specs of purple float placidly upon its surface. Setting the jug down gently she stepped back from the altar. Turning about just enough to glance at the doorway beyond the pillars to spot the guards still waiting beyond. They reminded her all at once of scavengers, waiting to drop down on her the moment they were able.
Narrowing her eyes just slightly she let his displeasure rise to the surface before stepping deeper into the temple. The longer she was there the better off she would be. The idea had been to pray for the strength and confidence to make it through her first night at court. Whether or not Athena would hear her prayers was questionable of course. As generous as Aphrodite had been with her sisters, however, she was hoping that the same grace would be shared with her from Athena. It was a farfetched dream but one she she fully intended on holding out for. What was the worst that could happen? Her prayers went unanswered and she made a fool of herself and her family. No pressure at all, right? For the second time she found herself sighing in tumultuous unease.
Veering away from the common path she turned down a gallery that seemed established to cater to the likeness of the goddess. Numerous statues were set in recession throughout the gallery; each with its own alcove. Passing by them she whispered her hopes and dreams; though for the moment they primarily revolved around expectations. Managing to achieve some goal that was drilled into her from the moment she could comprehend. Find a man. It sounded so easy, didn’t it? Not to her. As far as she was concerned she might as well have been asked to produce a unicorn. The more she found herself asking for aid the more she found herself doubting the likelihood of it happening. So eventually she just stopped asking and started turning her attention to other things. Things she personally thought were more important. Like her sister’s safety and her mother’s health. Success in Theo’s marriage and satisfaction for Nana in her conquests. Really anything to take the focus off herself for a moment, even if only in her mind.
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Preparation was the key to success. At least that’s what she told herself as she ascended the marble stairs toward the entrance to the temple. As she neared the pinnacle she found herself honing in on the slightest sounds and sensations. Listening closely to the scuffle of her feet upon the smooth stone and the echo that followed along behind them. Every step she took she could hear a trio clap on behind her. A perpetual reminder that she wasn’t alone. Pausing she glanced over her shoulder toward the guards, who seemed momentarily taken aback by the fact that she looked at them at all. Typically speaking Imma did her best to ignore the fact that she was being followed. It had never been all that common practice at home, but she’d been quite obliging with her mother’s wishes since they arrived in the city. Today, however, she really didn’t feel like having an audience.
“I would like you to wait outside, please.” While she was as polite as she ever was, there was a distinct tone in her voice that made the request seem more like an order. The guards seemed hesitant to acquiesce to her request, but Imma wasn’t budging on this one. “It’s the temple of Athena. What could possibly happen to me there? Just wait outside.” Eventually they obliged, despite whatever hesitation they might have felt. Which allowed her the opportunity to scale the stairway without the ominous thud of their steps behind her. As she made her way through the doors, offering in hand she released a tepid sigh.
The first stop she made within the temple was to make her offering. It wasn’t at all unlike the temple back home in that the offerings were all gathered around the base of a statue fashioned to look like the goddess herself. The clay jar in her hands was filled to the neck with cream sprinkled with sweet smelling lavender. Peering up at the unchanging expression of Athena she took a moment to close her eyes and silently address her prayer. When next she opened her eyes she found herself peering into the cream, watching the specs of purple float placidly upon its surface. Setting the jug down gently she stepped back from the altar. Turning about just enough to glance at the doorway beyond the pillars to spot the guards still waiting beyond. They reminded her all at once of scavengers, waiting to drop down on her the moment they were able.
Narrowing her eyes just slightly she let his displeasure rise to the surface before stepping deeper into the temple. The longer she was there the better off she would be. The idea had been to pray for the strength and confidence to make it through her first night at court. Whether or not Athena would hear her prayers was questionable of course. As generous as Aphrodite had been with her sisters, however, she was hoping that the same grace would be shared with her from Athena. It was a farfetched dream but one she she fully intended on holding out for. What was the worst that could happen? Her prayers went unanswered and she made a fool of herself and her family. No pressure at all, right? For the second time she found herself sighing in tumultuous unease.
Veering away from the common path she turned down a gallery that seemed established to cater to the likeness of the goddess. Numerous statues were set in recession throughout the gallery; each with its own alcove. Passing by them she whispered her hopes and dreams; though for the moment they primarily revolved around expectations. Managing to achieve some goal that was drilled into her from the moment she could comprehend. Find a man. It sounded so easy, didn’t it? Not to her. As far as she was concerned she might as well have been asked to produce a unicorn. The more she found herself asking for aid the more she found herself doubting the likelihood of it happening. So eventually she just stopped asking and started turning her attention to other things. Things she personally thought were more important. Like her sister’s safety and her mother’s health. Success in Theo’s marriage and satisfaction for Nana in her conquests. Really anything to take the focus off herself for a moment, even if only in her mind.
Preparation was the key to success. At least that’s what she told herself as she ascended the marble stairs toward the entrance to the temple. As she neared the pinnacle she found herself honing in on the slightest sounds and sensations. Listening closely to the scuffle of her feet upon the smooth stone and the echo that followed along behind them. Every step she took she could hear a trio clap on behind her. A perpetual reminder that she wasn’t alone. Pausing she glanced over her shoulder toward the guards, who seemed momentarily taken aback by the fact that she looked at them at all. Typically speaking Imma did her best to ignore the fact that she was being followed. It had never been all that common practice at home, but she’d been quite obliging with her mother’s wishes since they arrived in the city. Today, however, she really didn’t feel like having an audience.
“I would like you to wait outside, please.” While she was as polite as she ever was, there was a distinct tone in her voice that made the request seem more like an order. The guards seemed hesitant to acquiesce to her request, but Imma wasn’t budging on this one. “It’s the temple of Athena. What could possibly happen to me there? Just wait outside.” Eventually they obliged, despite whatever hesitation they might have felt. Which allowed her the opportunity to scale the stairway without the ominous thud of their steps behind her. As she made her way through the doors, offering in hand she released a tepid sigh.
The first stop she made within the temple was to make her offering. It wasn’t at all unlike the temple back home in that the offerings were all gathered around the base of a statue fashioned to look like the goddess herself. The clay jar in her hands was filled to the neck with cream sprinkled with sweet smelling lavender. Peering up at the unchanging expression of Athena she took a moment to close her eyes and silently address her prayer. When next she opened her eyes she found herself peering into the cream, watching the specs of purple float placidly upon its surface. Setting the jug down gently she stepped back from the altar. Turning about just enough to glance at the doorway beyond the pillars to spot the guards still waiting beyond. They reminded her all at once of scavengers, waiting to drop down on her the moment they were able.
Narrowing her eyes just slightly she let his displeasure rise to the surface before stepping deeper into the temple. The longer she was there the better off she would be. The idea had been to pray for the strength and confidence to make it through her first night at court. Whether or not Athena would hear her prayers was questionable of course. As generous as Aphrodite had been with her sisters, however, she was hoping that the same grace would be shared with her from Athena. It was a farfetched dream but one she she fully intended on holding out for. What was the worst that could happen? Her prayers went unanswered and she made a fool of herself and her family. No pressure at all, right? For the second time she found herself sighing in tumultuous unease.
Veering away from the common path she turned down a gallery that seemed established to cater to the likeness of the goddess. Numerous statues were set in recession throughout the gallery; each with its own alcove. Passing by them she whispered her hopes and dreams; though for the moment they primarily revolved around expectations. Managing to achieve some goal that was drilled into her from the moment she could comprehend. Find a man. It sounded so easy, didn’t it? Not to her. As far as she was concerned she might as well have been asked to produce a unicorn. The more she found herself asking for aid the more she found herself doubting the likelihood of it happening. So eventually she just stopped asking and started turning her attention to other things. Things she personally thought were more important. Like her sister’s safety and her mother’s health. Success in Theo’s marriage and satisfaction for Nana in her conquests. Really anything to take the focus off herself for a moment, even if only in her mind.
Things had been hectic in Taengea since Imeeya had been in the country and things had only seemed to be getting more and more chaotic what with the recent Senate meeting and now there was an Egyptian delegation, as she had only recently learned, that was due to arrive the next day. Since Vangelis had told her that he would be willing to escort her to the court to greet the embassy, Imeeya had been in a flurry of activity to prepare for the day. Her attempt to purchase a new chiton for the occasion had come up empty, so she would have to rely on the dress that she had the personal slave that was on loan to her set out to air earlier in the day in the event she couldn’t find an appropriate gown on such short notice. Now she was left with only one more thing to do in preparation for the day.
Imeeya luckily managed to find her way to the temple of Athena without much trouble. She was finally starting to feel like she was getting the hang of finding her way around Vasiliadon. When she arrived, she noticed a pair of guards waiting outside the temple. She wasn’t sure if this was because they were guarding someone inside, or whether there had been some trouble at the temple that needed to be guarded against. She paid little attention to them as they seemed to take no issue with her entering the temple. Therefore, their purpose was unimportant.
As Imeeya’s eyes adjusted to the relative darkness inside the temple, she looked up at the statue of the goddess Athena. While Imeeya hadn’t been able to find the chiton she was looking for at the market she had purchased a plate of honeyed figs, which she laid at the statue’s feet. She knelt there for a moment, sending up a silent prayer that she might share some of the wisdom that the goddess possessed. Then she got up and moved further into the temple, hoping that some time in contemplation might allow the goddess to grant her some insight that would help her at the court gathering tomorrow.
As she moved into a room filled with images of the goddess, she saw that she was not alone in the room. There was a young woman there, who she recognized by her resemblance to her elder sister. Imeeya took a guess and which of the Leventi sisters she was based on her age. “Lady Imma?” Imeeya asked stepping forward. ”What a pleasure to see you here. Will I be seeing you tomorrow at court?” Imeeya asked attempting to make polite conversation.
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Things had been hectic in Taengea since Imeeya had been in the country and things had only seemed to be getting more and more chaotic what with the recent Senate meeting and now there was an Egyptian delegation, as she had only recently learned, that was due to arrive the next day. Since Vangelis had told her that he would be willing to escort her to the court to greet the embassy, Imeeya had been in a flurry of activity to prepare for the day. Her attempt to purchase a new chiton for the occasion had come up empty, so she would have to rely on the dress that she had the personal slave that was on loan to her set out to air earlier in the day in the event she couldn’t find an appropriate gown on such short notice. Now she was left with only one more thing to do in preparation for the day.
Imeeya luckily managed to find her way to the temple of Athena without much trouble. She was finally starting to feel like she was getting the hang of finding her way around Vasiliadon. When she arrived, she noticed a pair of guards waiting outside the temple. She wasn’t sure if this was because they were guarding someone inside, or whether there had been some trouble at the temple that needed to be guarded against. She paid little attention to them as they seemed to take no issue with her entering the temple. Therefore, their purpose was unimportant.
As Imeeya’s eyes adjusted to the relative darkness inside the temple, she looked up at the statue of the goddess Athena. While Imeeya hadn’t been able to find the chiton she was looking for at the market she had purchased a plate of honeyed figs, which she laid at the statue’s feet. She knelt there for a moment, sending up a silent prayer that she might share some of the wisdom that the goddess possessed. Then she got up and moved further into the temple, hoping that some time in contemplation might allow the goddess to grant her some insight that would help her at the court gathering tomorrow.
As she moved into a room filled with images of the goddess, she saw that she was not alone in the room. There was a young woman there, who she recognized by her resemblance to her elder sister. Imeeya took a guess and which of the Leventi sisters she was based on her age. “Lady Imma?” Imeeya asked stepping forward. ”What a pleasure to see you here. Will I be seeing you tomorrow at court?” Imeeya asked attempting to make polite conversation.
Things had been hectic in Taengea since Imeeya had been in the country and things had only seemed to be getting more and more chaotic what with the recent Senate meeting and now there was an Egyptian delegation, as she had only recently learned, that was due to arrive the next day. Since Vangelis had told her that he would be willing to escort her to the court to greet the embassy, Imeeya had been in a flurry of activity to prepare for the day. Her attempt to purchase a new chiton for the occasion had come up empty, so she would have to rely on the dress that she had the personal slave that was on loan to her set out to air earlier in the day in the event she couldn’t find an appropriate gown on such short notice. Now she was left with only one more thing to do in preparation for the day.
Imeeya luckily managed to find her way to the temple of Athena without much trouble. She was finally starting to feel like she was getting the hang of finding her way around Vasiliadon. When she arrived, she noticed a pair of guards waiting outside the temple. She wasn’t sure if this was because they were guarding someone inside, or whether there had been some trouble at the temple that needed to be guarded against. She paid little attention to them as they seemed to take no issue with her entering the temple. Therefore, their purpose was unimportant.
As Imeeya’s eyes adjusted to the relative darkness inside the temple, she looked up at the statue of the goddess Athena. While Imeeya hadn’t been able to find the chiton she was looking for at the market she had purchased a plate of honeyed figs, which she laid at the statue’s feet. She knelt there for a moment, sending up a silent prayer that she might share some of the wisdom that the goddess possessed. Then she got up and moved further into the temple, hoping that some time in contemplation might allow the goddess to grant her some insight that would help her at the court gathering tomorrow.
As she moved into a room filled with images of the goddess, she saw that she was not alone in the room. There was a young woman there, who she recognized by her resemblance to her elder sister. Imeeya took a guess and which of the Leventi sisters she was based on her age. “Lady Imma?” Imeeya asked stepping forward. ”What a pleasure to see you here. Will I be seeing you tomorrow at court?” Imeeya asked attempting to make polite conversation.
There was absolutely nothing unusual about people visited a temple to pay homage to their god or goddess of choice; so why then was she surprised when she heard another’s voice? It had little to do with the fact that it was a voice as it did that the person whom it belonged to seemed to know her name. Tearing her eyes away from the statue she’d been appreciating she looked upon the woman before her and attempted to put a name with a face. Unfortunately she had not met Imeeya in the past nor did she particularly resemble anyone she was closely acquainted with. Rather illy versed at hiding what she was thinking or feeling she found herself dressed within a mask of confusion. It lingered on for a moment even as she returned the pleasantries in as best a fashion as she could. “I would happily return the sentiment, if I was as keenly aware of your name as you seem to be mine. Forgive me but if we have met I sadly do not recall.”
As baffled as she might have been she was still a gentle soul and a sweeter one than most. The smile that moved to sweep aside her perplexed expression was genuine and quite warm. “I will be at court, yes. For the first time…” There was a sense of dread not only implied in that statement but emphasized for dramatic flair. Playing up the fact that she knew her time had come and she was terrified of the prospect. There was a soft if not entirely delicate hint of laughter that followed her statement and its enacted terror. “Hence I am here… begging more than praying for the goddess to take pity on me. It may be the only way I manage to survive the night.” One could only assume that she would be at court, since she had been the one to pose the question. “Are you similarly preparing for the night?”
Somehow Imma doubted that the woman who stood before her would need to seek comfort from Athena over a simple courtly visit. None of her sisters seemed all that nervous about it, so she assumed one simply got used to the pomp of it all after attending a few dozen times. While she did not seem old by any means she did seem to at least have a couple years on herself, which led Imma to believe that she had likely attended her fair share of events. Though just how many would of course depend on her exact age and how truly relevant her family was to their affairs. Naive as she may have been, however, Imma was not quite enough so to push for that sort of information.
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There was absolutely nothing unusual about people visited a temple to pay homage to their god or goddess of choice; so why then was she surprised when she heard another’s voice? It had little to do with the fact that it was a voice as it did that the person whom it belonged to seemed to know her name. Tearing her eyes away from the statue she’d been appreciating she looked upon the woman before her and attempted to put a name with a face. Unfortunately she had not met Imeeya in the past nor did she particularly resemble anyone she was closely acquainted with. Rather illy versed at hiding what she was thinking or feeling she found herself dressed within a mask of confusion. It lingered on for a moment even as she returned the pleasantries in as best a fashion as she could. “I would happily return the sentiment, if I was as keenly aware of your name as you seem to be mine. Forgive me but if we have met I sadly do not recall.”
As baffled as she might have been she was still a gentle soul and a sweeter one than most. The smile that moved to sweep aside her perplexed expression was genuine and quite warm. “I will be at court, yes. For the first time…” There was a sense of dread not only implied in that statement but emphasized for dramatic flair. Playing up the fact that she knew her time had come and she was terrified of the prospect. There was a soft if not entirely delicate hint of laughter that followed her statement and its enacted terror. “Hence I am here… begging more than praying for the goddess to take pity on me. It may be the only way I manage to survive the night.” One could only assume that she would be at court, since she had been the one to pose the question. “Are you similarly preparing for the night?”
Somehow Imma doubted that the woman who stood before her would need to seek comfort from Athena over a simple courtly visit. None of her sisters seemed all that nervous about it, so she assumed one simply got used to the pomp of it all after attending a few dozen times. While she did not seem old by any means she did seem to at least have a couple years on herself, which led Imma to believe that she had likely attended her fair share of events. Though just how many would of course depend on her exact age and how truly relevant her family was to their affairs. Naive as she may have been, however, Imma was not quite enough so to push for that sort of information.
There was absolutely nothing unusual about people visited a temple to pay homage to their god or goddess of choice; so why then was she surprised when she heard another’s voice? It had little to do with the fact that it was a voice as it did that the person whom it belonged to seemed to know her name. Tearing her eyes away from the statue she’d been appreciating she looked upon the woman before her and attempted to put a name with a face. Unfortunately she had not met Imeeya in the past nor did she particularly resemble anyone she was closely acquainted with. Rather illy versed at hiding what she was thinking or feeling she found herself dressed within a mask of confusion. It lingered on for a moment even as she returned the pleasantries in as best a fashion as she could. “I would happily return the sentiment, if I was as keenly aware of your name as you seem to be mine. Forgive me but if we have met I sadly do not recall.”
As baffled as she might have been she was still a gentle soul and a sweeter one than most. The smile that moved to sweep aside her perplexed expression was genuine and quite warm. “I will be at court, yes. For the first time…” There was a sense of dread not only implied in that statement but emphasized for dramatic flair. Playing up the fact that she knew her time had come and she was terrified of the prospect. There was a soft if not entirely delicate hint of laughter that followed her statement and its enacted terror. “Hence I am here… begging more than praying for the goddess to take pity on me. It may be the only way I manage to survive the night.” One could only assume that she would be at court, since she had been the one to pose the question. “Are you similarly preparing for the night?”
Somehow Imma doubted that the woman who stood before her would need to seek comfort from Athena over a simple courtly visit. None of her sisters seemed all that nervous about it, so she assumed one simply got used to the pomp of it all after attending a few dozen times. While she did not seem old by any means she did seem to at least have a couple years on herself, which led Imma to believe that she had likely attended her fair share of events. Though just how many would of course depend on her exact age and how truly relevant her family was to their affairs. Naive as she may have been, however, Imma was not quite enough so to push for that sort of information.
The blank gaze that met her own indicated that Imeeya had made a mistake in guessing the young woman’s name without volunteering her own. While she might have been familiar with Lady Imma’s sisters, she should have known that she would not be as immediately recognizable in Vasiliadon. Imeeya still found it slightly disconcerting to find herself in a place where she was not as well known as she was in Midas, or even most of Colchis, so she hadn’t assumed that she would need to introduce herself. The young woman had obviously been well trained in how to respond in an uncomfortable situation, not that Imeeya would have expected anything less from a Leventi woman.
The corners of Imeeya’s mouth raised in a slight smile as she returned the courtesy that had been shown to her. “I apologize for assuming you might know who I am. I’m Lady Imeeya of Drakos from Colchis. I believe your father is the one responsible for finding my cousins, Prince Vangelis and Princess Athanasia, and me a place to stay here in Vasiliadon.” That should be enough for the woman to know who she was, even if they had not been previously introduced.
The way the young woman spoke about attending court for the first time reminded her of her younger sister and made Imeeya feel like this was someone who needed protecting. She found herself smiling a bit more broadly than she normally would in a conversation with a stranger. It was sweet that Imma was asking Athena for assistance for her first time at court. Though she did have to admit that she was doing the same thing. Not for dealing with the intricacies of court in and of itself, but this was the first time Imeeya would interact with a foreign leader. While it was likely to result in no more than a brief introduction, with Taengea already in turmoil, she wanted as much help as she could get in dealing with the tricky situation.
“I’m sure you’ll do well in court. As long as you stay polite and keep your head down, you’ll be fine.” While Imeeya herself wasn’t one to follow that advice, it was a good way to avoid any potential controversy while at court. “Enjoy the food and drink and music, and get to know people. It’s much less complicated than you might think if you just remember your manners.” She’d given much the same advice to her own sister before. “Yes, as you say, I’m also here preparing for the night. I can only hope that your government is more prudent in how it deals with an Egyptian embassy than I have seen in other decisions.” While the slight against the Senate meeting was small and deniable, it was still there if the woman followed politics. Not that she expected most women to do so. But perhaps she might just have stumbled upon a chance at a good conversation.
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The blank gaze that met her own indicated that Imeeya had made a mistake in guessing the young woman’s name without volunteering her own. While she might have been familiar with Lady Imma’s sisters, she should have known that she would not be as immediately recognizable in Vasiliadon. Imeeya still found it slightly disconcerting to find herself in a place where she was not as well known as she was in Midas, or even most of Colchis, so she hadn’t assumed that she would need to introduce herself. The young woman had obviously been well trained in how to respond in an uncomfortable situation, not that Imeeya would have expected anything less from a Leventi woman.
The corners of Imeeya’s mouth raised in a slight smile as she returned the courtesy that had been shown to her. “I apologize for assuming you might know who I am. I’m Lady Imeeya of Drakos from Colchis. I believe your father is the one responsible for finding my cousins, Prince Vangelis and Princess Athanasia, and me a place to stay here in Vasiliadon.” That should be enough for the woman to know who she was, even if they had not been previously introduced.
The way the young woman spoke about attending court for the first time reminded her of her younger sister and made Imeeya feel like this was someone who needed protecting. She found herself smiling a bit more broadly than she normally would in a conversation with a stranger. It was sweet that Imma was asking Athena for assistance for her first time at court. Though she did have to admit that she was doing the same thing. Not for dealing with the intricacies of court in and of itself, but this was the first time Imeeya would interact with a foreign leader. While it was likely to result in no more than a brief introduction, with Taengea already in turmoil, she wanted as much help as she could get in dealing with the tricky situation.
“I’m sure you’ll do well in court. As long as you stay polite and keep your head down, you’ll be fine.” While Imeeya herself wasn’t one to follow that advice, it was a good way to avoid any potential controversy while at court. “Enjoy the food and drink and music, and get to know people. It’s much less complicated than you might think if you just remember your manners.” She’d given much the same advice to her own sister before. “Yes, as you say, I’m also here preparing for the night. I can only hope that your government is more prudent in how it deals with an Egyptian embassy than I have seen in other decisions.” While the slight against the Senate meeting was small and deniable, it was still there if the woman followed politics. Not that she expected most women to do so. But perhaps she might just have stumbled upon a chance at a good conversation.
The blank gaze that met her own indicated that Imeeya had made a mistake in guessing the young woman’s name without volunteering her own. While she might have been familiar with Lady Imma’s sisters, she should have known that she would not be as immediately recognizable in Vasiliadon. Imeeya still found it slightly disconcerting to find herself in a place where she was not as well known as she was in Midas, or even most of Colchis, so she hadn’t assumed that she would need to introduce herself. The young woman had obviously been well trained in how to respond in an uncomfortable situation, not that Imeeya would have expected anything less from a Leventi woman.
The corners of Imeeya’s mouth raised in a slight smile as she returned the courtesy that had been shown to her. “I apologize for assuming you might know who I am. I’m Lady Imeeya of Drakos from Colchis. I believe your father is the one responsible for finding my cousins, Prince Vangelis and Princess Athanasia, and me a place to stay here in Vasiliadon.” That should be enough for the woman to know who she was, even if they had not been previously introduced.
The way the young woman spoke about attending court for the first time reminded her of her younger sister and made Imeeya feel like this was someone who needed protecting. She found herself smiling a bit more broadly than she normally would in a conversation with a stranger. It was sweet that Imma was asking Athena for assistance for her first time at court. Though she did have to admit that she was doing the same thing. Not for dealing with the intricacies of court in and of itself, but this was the first time Imeeya would interact with a foreign leader. While it was likely to result in no more than a brief introduction, with Taengea already in turmoil, she wanted as much help as she could get in dealing with the tricky situation.
“I’m sure you’ll do well in court. As long as you stay polite and keep your head down, you’ll be fine.” While Imeeya herself wasn’t one to follow that advice, it was a good way to avoid any potential controversy while at court. “Enjoy the food and drink and music, and get to know people. It’s much less complicated than you might think if you just remember your manners.” She’d given much the same advice to her own sister before. “Yes, as you say, I’m also here preparing for the night. I can only hope that your government is more prudent in how it deals with an Egyptian embassy than I have seen in other decisions.” While the slight against the Senate meeting was small and deniable, it was still there if the woman followed politics. Not that she expected most women to do so. But perhaps she might just have stumbled upon a chance at a good conversation.
Knowledge was power in its own right. With enough knowledge one could steadily remain ahead of the game. In this case Imma had begun behind, but it would not take her all that long to catch up. When Imeeya offered her name she had already rose to the occasion. A spark of realization lit within her dark eyes and seemed to chase away the confusion as though it were little more than a shadow. “Lady Imeeya of course. I apologize for not knowing you immediately, though I know your name as well as I do my own. I was wondering if we would have the opportunity to meet. Though to be entirely honest I have not even met your cousins, so the thought had occurred to me that I might not have the pleasure. Luckily that is not the case.” The delight she exuded was a genuine one that seemed utterly devoid of misgivings. Imma unlike her sisters was no master at hiding her true intentions or feelings.
As much as she had said it was no surprise to her that Imeeya had her own thoughts of the night ahead of them. By all rights it would likely be far more involved for her than it would be for Imma. Afterall Imeeya was as close to Colchian royalty as a girl could be and royalty was typically far more desirable at court. At least she’d heard and thus could only believe in faith alone. The encouragement that she offered was appreciated nonetheless. Keeping her head down and being polite were two of the things that she did best. Avoidance was an art and she’d mastered it nearly as well as she had painting. “I do hope that is true… I keep imagining it is some complex political game. I have never done all that well at games of that nature. I much prefer simple things with direct objectives.”
The thought that someone as well versed in court as herself was here for even a remotely similar reason made her brighten all the more. It was nice to know that she was not alone in asking the goddess for her aid. The differences that existed in their requests were what she found genuinely intriguing however. Tilting her head slightly she listened to what she had to say before allowing a bat of her long lashes to punctuate the silence of her intent listening. “I am not entirely certain what you mean. I assume you suggest that other governmental bodies have been less than prudent in dealing with the Egyptian embassy.” Thinking on that matter she let her mind turn over in thought before she posed a question. “Is there a particular way you would like to see the interaction unfold? Certainly with such strong feelings on the matter you have some interest in a particular outcome.”
Imma was still young and truly knew very little of how tumultuous the situation was growing with Egypt. While she certainly knew that the meeting was in some way tied to a hope of peace, she did not realize that there was much else to be discussed. Though if one were to truly ask her she would have likely been the sort who would have preferred to avoid war. A gentle soul at the core she wanted nothing more than to see everyone she loved happy and healthy. Remaining so in times of war was nearly impossible. For that reason alone she had political leanings that even she did not realize she bore. At least not yet.
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Knowledge was power in its own right. With enough knowledge one could steadily remain ahead of the game. In this case Imma had begun behind, but it would not take her all that long to catch up. When Imeeya offered her name she had already rose to the occasion. A spark of realization lit within her dark eyes and seemed to chase away the confusion as though it were little more than a shadow. “Lady Imeeya of course. I apologize for not knowing you immediately, though I know your name as well as I do my own. I was wondering if we would have the opportunity to meet. Though to be entirely honest I have not even met your cousins, so the thought had occurred to me that I might not have the pleasure. Luckily that is not the case.” The delight she exuded was a genuine one that seemed utterly devoid of misgivings. Imma unlike her sisters was no master at hiding her true intentions or feelings.
As much as she had said it was no surprise to her that Imeeya had her own thoughts of the night ahead of them. By all rights it would likely be far more involved for her than it would be for Imma. Afterall Imeeya was as close to Colchian royalty as a girl could be and royalty was typically far more desirable at court. At least she’d heard and thus could only believe in faith alone. The encouragement that she offered was appreciated nonetheless. Keeping her head down and being polite were two of the things that she did best. Avoidance was an art and she’d mastered it nearly as well as she had painting. “I do hope that is true… I keep imagining it is some complex political game. I have never done all that well at games of that nature. I much prefer simple things with direct objectives.”
The thought that someone as well versed in court as herself was here for even a remotely similar reason made her brighten all the more. It was nice to know that she was not alone in asking the goddess for her aid. The differences that existed in their requests were what she found genuinely intriguing however. Tilting her head slightly she listened to what she had to say before allowing a bat of her long lashes to punctuate the silence of her intent listening. “I am not entirely certain what you mean. I assume you suggest that other governmental bodies have been less than prudent in dealing with the Egyptian embassy.” Thinking on that matter she let her mind turn over in thought before she posed a question. “Is there a particular way you would like to see the interaction unfold? Certainly with such strong feelings on the matter you have some interest in a particular outcome.”
Imma was still young and truly knew very little of how tumultuous the situation was growing with Egypt. While she certainly knew that the meeting was in some way tied to a hope of peace, she did not realize that there was much else to be discussed. Though if one were to truly ask her she would have likely been the sort who would have preferred to avoid war. A gentle soul at the core she wanted nothing more than to see everyone she loved happy and healthy. Remaining so in times of war was nearly impossible. For that reason alone she had political leanings that even she did not realize she bore. At least not yet.
Knowledge was power in its own right. With enough knowledge one could steadily remain ahead of the game. In this case Imma had begun behind, but it would not take her all that long to catch up. When Imeeya offered her name she had already rose to the occasion. A spark of realization lit within her dark eyes and seemed to chase away the confusion as though it were little more than a shadow. “Lady Imeeya of course. I apologize for not knowing you immediately, though I know your name as well as I do my own. I was wondering if we would have the opportunity to meet. Though to be entirely honest I have not even met your cousins, so the thought had occurred to me that I might not have the pleasure. Luckily that is not the case.” The delight she exuded was a genuine one that seemed utterly devoid of misgivings. Imma unlike her sisters was no master at hiding her true intentions or feelings.
As much as she had said it was no surprise to her that Imeeya had her own thoughts of the night ahead of them. By all rights it would likely be far more involved for her than it would be for Imma. Afterall Imeeya was as close to Colchian royalty as a girl could be and royalty was typically far more desirable at court. At least she’d heard and thus could only believe in faith alone. The encouragement that she offered was appreciated nonetheless. Keeping her head down and being polite were two of the things that she did best. Avoidance was an art and she’d mastered it nearly as well as she had painting. “I do hope that is true… I keep imagining it is some complex political game. I have never done all that well at games of that nature. I much prefer simple things with direct objectives.”
The thought that someone as well versed in court as herself was here for even a remotely similar reason made her brighten all the more. It was nice to know that she was not alone in asking the goddess for her aid. The differences that existed in their requests were what she found genuinely intriguing however. Tilting her head slightly she listened to what she had to say before allowing a bat of her long lashes to punctuate the silence of her intent listening. “I am not entirely certain what you mean. I assume you suggest that other governmental bodies have been less than prudent in dealing with the Egyptian embassy.” Thinking on that matter she let her mind turn over in thought before she posed a question. “Is there a particular way you would like to see the interaction unfold? Certainly with such strong feelings on the matter you have some interest in a particular outcome.”
Imma was still young and truly knew very little of how tumultuous the situation was growing with Egypt. While she certainly knew that the meeting was in some way tied to a hope of peace, she did not realize that there was much else to be discussed. Though if one were to truly ask her she would have likely been the sort who would have preferred to avoid war. A gentle soul at the core she wanted nothing more than to see everyone she loved happy and healthy. Remaining so in times of war was nearly impossible. For that reason alone she had political leanings that even she did not realize she bore. At least not yet.
The corners of her lips turned up slightly as she heard Imma express familiarity with who she was. While it would have been rude to show it, there was a certain amount of satisfaction knowing that she was important enough to be talked about. However, Imeeya knew that she couldn’t allow herself to focus on that. Luckily, the topic of the conversation quickly moved on to what Imma might be able to expect during her first time at court. While it was true that court would be a complex political game, it was a game that the girl would play barely a passing part in. The real politics would be between the Taengean men and the Egyptian embassy. Imma would likely not even be noticed unless she managed to draw some sort of negative attention to herself.
“You shouldn’t worry yourself with the political games. They are not your concern.” Imeeya suggested to Imma. It was advice that she herself did not intend to take. “You will show up and look pretty and have a good time. As long as you don’t draw too much attention to yourself, you need not overthink it.” Imma was still but a girl, she had no stake in such an event other than possibly to seek a husband. She had no agenda other than whatever her parents would have her do, and if she didn’t want to deal with anything more complex, there was no reason that she would have to.
Perhaps Imeeya had spoken too openly when she took the small dig at the Taengean government for how hastily they had decided upon the need for Stephanos’s arrest. She could not assume that Imma necessarily shared her views on the situation, and it appeared that Prince Irakles was not someone whose bad side you wanted to be on. Nevertheless, it would appear that Imma was not aware she was referring to the Senate meeting at all. Imeeya shook her head. “No, I wasn’t suggesting anything like that.” Imeeya searched for something believable to explain her comment. “It’s only that I wish for this meeting to end in peace between us and the Egyptians, but I hear that tensions are expected to run high.” Imeeya only hoped that whatever was going to happen at court tomorrow would end with a satisfactory resolution for both sides.
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The corners of her lips turned up slightly as she heard Imma express familiarity with who she was. While it would have been rude to show it, there was a certain amount of satisfaction knowing that she was important enough to be talked about. However, Imeeya knew that she couldn’t allow herself to focus on that. Luckily, the topic of the conversation quickly moved on to what Imma might be able to expect during her first time at court. While it was true that court would be a complex political game, it was a game that the girl would play barely a passing part in. The real politics would be between the Taengean men and the Egyptian embassy. Imma would likely not even be noticed unless she managed to draw some sort of negative attention to herself.
“You shouldn’t worry yourself with the political games. They are not your concern.” Imeeya suggested to Imma. It was advice that she herself did not intend to take. “You will show up and look pretty and have a good time. As long as you don’t draw too much attention to yourself, you need not overthink it.” Imma was still but a girl, she had no stake in such an event other than possibly to seek a husband. She had no agenda other than whatever her parents would have her do, and if she didn’t want to deal with anything more complex, there was no reason that she would have to.
Perhaps Imeeya had spoken too openly when she took the small dig at the Taengean government for how hastily they had decided upon the need for Stephanos’s arrest. She could not assume that Imma necessarily shared her views on the situation, and it appeared that Prince Irakles was not someone whose bad side you wanted to be on. Nevertheless, it would appear that Imma was not aware she was referring to the Senate meeting at all. Imeeya shook her head. “No, I wasn’t suggesting anything like that.” Imeeya searched for something believable to explain her comment. “It’s only that I wish for this meeting to end in peace between us and the Egyptians, but I hear that tensions are expected to run high.” Imeeya only hoped that whatever was going to happen at court tomorrow would end with a satisfactory resolution for both sides.
The corners of her lips turned up slightly as she heard Imma express familiarity with who she was. While it would have been rude to show it, there was a certain amount of satisfaction knowing that she was important enough to be talked about. However, Imeeya knew that she couldn’t allow herself to focus on that. Luckily, the topic of the conversation quickly moved on to what Imma might be able to expect during her first time at court. While it was true that court would be a complex political game, it was a game that the girl would play barely a passing part in. The real politics would be between the Taengean men and the Egyptian embassy. Imma would likely not even be noticed unless she managed to draw some sort of negative attention to herself.
“You shouldn’t worry yourself with the political games. They are not your concern.” Imeeya suggested to Imma. It was advice that she herself did not intend to take. “You will show up and look pretty and have a good time. As long as you don’t draw too much attention to yourself, you need not overthink it.” Imma was still but a girl, she had no stake in such an event other than possibly to seek a husband. She had no agenda other than whatever her parents would have her do, and if she didn’t want to deal with anything more complex, there was no reason that she would have to.
Perhaps Imeeya had spoken too openly when she took the small dig at the Taengean government for how hastily they had decided upon the need for Stephanos’s arrest. She could not assume that Imma necessarily shared her views on the situation, and it appeared that Prince Irakles was not someone whose bad side you wanted to be on. Nevertheless, it would appear that Imma was not aware she was referring to the Senate meeting at all. Imeeya shook her head. “No, I wasn’t suggesting anything like that.” Imeeya searched for something believable to explain her comment. “It’s only that I wish for this meeting to end in peace between us and the Egyptians, but I hear that tensions are expected to run high.” Imeeya only hoped that whatever was going to happen at court tomorrow would end with a satisfactory resolution for both sides.
What weight lingered upon Imma’s shoulder had very little to do with politics. At least in the grand scheme of things. So long as she did not reflect poorly upon her family then she would hopefully get through the night unscathed. Whether or not the same could be said for the remainder of her family or friends. In this case she was just happy to have advice from someone who had been there before her that was not a sister or a mother. Not that there was anything wrong with any of them mind you, they just had a different way of relaying advice because they were biased. Imeeya she imagined would not have such a limitation on her honesty. ”I hope that I can do exactly that. Have a good time and not overthink it. Unfortunately, if I may confess a truth to you, I have a terrible inability to keep my mind from thinking. Overthinking included.”
When it came right down to it her mind was always turning. Just as it was now. She found herself curiously pondering over Imeeya’s words and their meaning. Wondering if she had an agenda herself. Whether it would be tied directly to the political relations of both countries or if it was more intimately involved than that. When she shook her head, however, then reassured her that she was not suggesting such a thing, Imma accepted her words at face value. Perhaps it was because she was naive or because she simply expected the best from people. Whatever it might have been, she smiled and nodded understandingly before offering her own thoughts on the matter of peace.
”I share the same wish you do, Lady Imeeya. As of late I have found myself introduced to a handful of wonders from Egypt. Jewelry, silks, spices… beautiful delicious things that make me curious about the country. I would enjoy seeing Egypt one day. I believe it would be an exciting adventure full of exotic splendors. Such a thing would be far easier if we were at peace. Beyond that I would simply prefer peace. I do not like the idea of seeing people I love go off to war. I doubt Egyptian wifes, mothers, sisters, and daughters feel any differently over the matter.” Biting her lower lip for a moment her features tensed before her dark round eyes moved sheepishly to the elder lady. ”I am sorry… I have a bad habit of rambling I think. I speak too much. I must learn to be better about it.”
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What weight lingered upon Imma’s shoulder had very little to do with politics. At least in the grand scheme of things. So long as she did not reflect poorly upon her family then she would hopefully get through the night unscathed. Whether or not the same could be said for the remainder of her family or friends. In this case she was just happy to have advice from someone who had been there before her that was not a sister or a mother. Not that there was anything wrong with any of them mind you, they just had a different way of relaying advice because they were biased. Imeeya she imagined would not have such a limitation on her honesty. ”I hope that I can do exactly that. Have a good time and not overthink it. Unfortunately, if I may confess a truth to you, I have a terrible inability to keep my mind from thinking. Overthinking included.”
When it came right down to it her mind was always turning. Just as it was now. She found herself curiously pondering over Imeeya’s words and their meaning. Wondering if she had an agenda herself. Whether it would be tied directly to the political relations of both countries or if it was more intimately involved than that. When she shook her head, however, then reassured her that she was not suggesting such a thing, Imma accepted her words at face value. Perhaps it was because she was naive or because she simply expected the best from people. Whatever it might have been, she smiled and nodded understandingly before offering her own thoughts on the matter of peace.
”I share the same wish you do, Lady Imeeya. As of late I have found myself introduced to a handful of wonders from Egypt. Jewelry, silks, spices… beautiful delicious things that make me curious about the country. I would enjoy seeing Egypt one day. I believe it would be an exciting adventure full of exotic splendors. Such a thing would be far easier if we were at peace. Beyond that I would simply prefer peace. I do not like the idea of seeing people I love go off to war. I doubt Egyptian wifes, mothers, sisters, and daughters feel any differently over the matter.” Biting her lower lip for a moment her features tensed before her dark round eyes moved sheepishly to the elder lady. ”I am sorry… I have a bad habit of rambling I think. I speak too much. I must learn to be better about it.”
What weight lingered upon Imma’s shoulder had very little to do with politics. At least in the grand scheme of things. So long as she did not reflect poorly upon her family then she would hopefully get through the night unscathed. Whether or not the same could be said for the remainder of her family or friends. In this case she was just happy to have advice from someone who had been there before her that was not a sister or a mother. Not that there was anything wrong with any of them mind you, they just had a different way of relaying advice because they were biased. Imeeya she imagined would not have such a limitation on her honesty. ”I hope that I can do exactly that. Have a good time and not overthink it. Unfortunately, if I may confess a truth to you, I have a terrible inability to keep my mind from thinking. Overthinking included.”
When it came right down to it her mind was always turning. Just as it was now. She found herself curiously pondering over Imeeya’s words and their meaning. Wondering if she had an agenda herself. Whether it would be tied directly to the political relations of both countries or if it was more intimately involved than that. When she shook her head, however, then reassured her that she was not suggesting such a thing, Imma accepted her words at face value. Perhaps it was because she was naive or because she simply expected the best from people. Whatever it might have been, she smiled and nodded understandingly before offering her own thoughts on the matter of peace.
”I share the same wish you do, Lady Imeeya. As of late I have found myself introduced to a handful of wonders from Egypt. Jewelry, silks, spices… beautiful delicious things that make me curious about the country. I would enjoy seeing Egypt one day. I believe it would be an exciting adventure full of exotic splendors. Such a thing would be far easier if we were at peace. Beyond that I would simply prefer peace. I do not like the idea of seeing people I love go off to war. I doubt Egyptian wifes, mothers, sisters, and daughters feel any differently over the matter.” Biting her lower lip for a moment her features tensed before her dark round eyes moved sheepishly to the elder lady. ”I am sorry… I have a bad habit of rambling I think. I speak too much. I must learn to be better about it.”
There was something about Imma that made Imeeya feel as if she was in need of protection. Perhaps it was just that she reminded her very much of her younger sister Essa, with all the awkwardness and uncertainty about her place in society. Had she ever been that young and naive? She must have been at some point, but she couldn’t say that she ever remembered it. If anything Imeeya more likely suffered from overconfidence in her youth. She didn’t remember ever being anything but excited for a visit to court. Still, she wanted to help this young woman as much as possible. Thinking too much was perhaps a problem she was familiar with at least.
“No you can’t stop yourself from thinking, but you should learn to direct it into something productive at least.” It was fairly hollow advice without any real advice on what to do to redirect her thoughts. Imeeya didn’t know the girl well enough to really suggest how to stop thinking too much. Imeeya wasn’t entirely sure she’d ever mastered the skill herself. The advice was only repeating similar platitudes that she had been told by her own mother.
Imeeya found herself frowning as Imma rambled on about Egypt. In Colchis, war was almost a way of life. If it wasn’t war with the Egyptians, it was war in the northern lands. The men trained and went off to war. It was normal and expected. That never made it any easier. Imeeya had lost her own father and then her father’s brother after him to war. Perhaps it wasn’t something that most people were willing to say, that war wasn’t some glorious duty, but Imeeya had never been someone who was afraid to speak her mind. “Don’t apologize for saying what you think. Though you would do well to learn how to say it more concisely.” Despite her rambling and lack of self confidence, Imma had some beginnings of interesting ideas in there. It would be a shame if no one else heard them because they couldn’t see past her presentation.
“I don’t expect anyone much likes sending men off to war,” Imeeya admitted to Imma. “I only hope that all this business with Egypt is handled well so that it doesn’t come to that.” Imeeya only hoped that everything would still go well after King Stephanos’s arrest. With any luck, that wouldn’t completely mess up everything.
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There was something about Imma that made Imeeya feel as if she was in need of protection. Perhaps it was just that she reminded her very much of her younger sister Essa, with all the awkwardness and uncertainty about her place in society. Had she ever been that young and naive? She must have been at some point, but she couldn’t say that she ever remembered it. If anything Imeeya more likely suffered from overconfidence in her youth. She didn’t remember ever being anything but excited for a visit to court. Still, she wanted to help this young woman as much as possible. Thinking too much was perhaps a problem she was familiar with at least.
“No you can’t stop yourself from thinking, but you should learn to direct it into something productive at least.” It was fairly hollow advice without any real advice on what to do to redirect her thoughts. Imeeya didn’t know the girl well enough to really suggest how to stop thinking too much. Imeeya wasn’t entirely sure she’d ever mastered the skill herself. The advice was only repeating similar platitudes that she had been told by her own mother.
Imeeya found herself frowning as Imma rambled on about Egypt. In Colchis, war was almost a way of life. If it wasn’t war with the Egyptians, it was war in the northern lands. The men trained and went off to war. It was normal and expected. That never made it any easier. Imeeya had lost her own father and then her father’s brother after him to war. Perhaps it wasn’t something that most people were willing to say, that war wasn’t some glorious duty, but Imeeya had never been someone who was afraid to speak her mind. “Don’t apologize for saying what you think. Though you would do well to learn how to say it more concisely.” Despite her rambling and lack of self confidence, Imma had some beginnings of interesting ideas in there. It would be a shame if no one else heard them because they couldn’t see past her presentation.
“I don’t expect anyone much likes sending men off to war,” Imeeya admitted to Imma. “I only hope that all this business with Egypt is handled well so that it doesn’t come to that.” Imeeya only hoped that everything would still go well after King Stephanos’s arrest. With any luck, that wouldn’t completely mess up everything.
There was something about Imma that made Imeeya feel as if she was in need of protection. Perhaps it was just that she reminded her very much of her younger sister Essa, with all the awkwardness and uncertainty about her place in society. Had she ever been that young and naive? She must have been at some point, but she couldn’t say that she ever remembered it. If anything Imeeya more likely suffered from overconfidence in her youth. She didn’t remember ever being anything but excited for a visit to court. Still, she wanted to help this young woman as much as possible. Thinking too much was perhaps a problem she was familiar with at least.
“No you can’t stop yourself from thinking, but you should learn to direct it into something productive at least.” It was fairly hollow advice without any real advice on what to do to redirect her thoughts. Imeeya didn’t know the girl well enough to really suggest how to stop thinking too much. Imeeya wasn’t entirely sure she’d ever mastered the skill herself. The advice was only repeating similar platitudes that she had been told by her own mother.
Imeeya found herself frowning as Imma rambled on about Egypt. In Colchis, war was almost a way of life. If it wasn’t war with the Egyptians, it was war in the northern lands. The men trained and went off to war. It was normal and expected. That never made it any easier. Imeeya had lost her own father and then her father’s brother after him to war. Perhaps it wasn’t something that most people were willing to say, that war wasn’t some glorious duty, but Imeeya had never been someone who was afraid to speak her mind. “Don’t apologize for saying what you think. Though you would do well to learn how to say it more concisely.” Despite her rambling and lack of self confidence, Imma had some beginnings of interesting ideas in there. It would be a shame if no one else heard them because they couldn’t see past her presentation.
“I don’t expect anyone much likes sending men off to war,” Imeeya admitted to Imma. “I only hope that all this business with Egypt is handled well so that it doesn’t come to that.” Imeeya only hoped that everything would still go well after King Stephanos’s arrest. With any luck, that wouldn’t completely mess up everything.