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The long awaited celebration and union between the House of Mikaelidas and the House of Leventi is finally here! The marriage of Lord Achilleas and Lady Theodora dawns on a bright and serene day that betrays none of the havoc playing amongst each family. Despite several key members of each House now being spirited away from Taengea, the planned union is going ahead as scheduled as neither Lord Irakles nor Lord Fotios is allowing the state of current affairs to impede on the collaboration of their bloodlines. The happy couple are to follow the traditional process of marriage in Greece before arriving at the Mikaelidas manor's open grounds for celebrations and festivities, prior to riding off to Lord Achilleas' home in Euttica, as man and wife.
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The long awaited celebration and union between the House of Mikaelidas and the House of Leventi is finally here! The marriage of Lord Achilleas and Lady Theodora dawns on a bright and serene day that betrays none of the havoc playing amongst each family. Despite several key members of each House now being spirited away from Taengea, the planned union is going ahead as scheduled as neither Lord Irakles nor Lord Fotios is allowing the state of current affairs to impede on the collaboration of their bloodlines. The happy couple are to follow the traditional process of marriage in Greece before arriving at the Mikaelidas manor's open grounds for celebrations and festivities, prior to riding off to Lord Achilleas' home in Euttica, as man and wife.
'Til Death Do Us Part Event - Taengea
The long awaited celebration and union between the House of Mikaelidas and the House of Leventi is finally here! The marriage of Lord Achilleas and Lady Theodora dawns on a bright and serene day that betrays none of the havoc playing amongst each family. Despite several key members of each House now being spirited away from Taengea, the planned union is going ahead as scheduled as neither Lord Irakles nor Lord Fotios is allowing the state of current affairs to impede on the collaboration of their bloodlines. The happy couple are to follow the traditional process of marriage in Greece before arriving at the Mikaelidas manor's open grounds for celebrations and festivities, prior to riding off to Lord Achilleas' home in Euttica, as man and wife.
The day had been too long coming.
He had rose early, the day itself full of celebration and ceremony he would have to go through. As the father of the groom, Irakles was supposed to accompany Achilleas in order to visit in the Leventi manor, sharing a snack of fruit and nut as they exchanged the final dowry and agreements, before the wedding entourage would make their way to the Temple of the Gods. The priests have been notified of their arrival, and were well prepared to receive them.
The cloaks of the Mikaelidas house colors were prepared and presented to the priests the day before, and as per Irakles's instructions, Myrto had ensured that the appropriate jewelry and accesories would be prepared to go with Theodora's cloak, before bride and groom were both escorted back to the Mikaelidas palati, where guests and family alike would be treated to a sumptuous feast. Only after the feast was concluded, would Achilleas be allowed to bring Theodora to Euttica back to his personal manor.
For others, they would attend later at the feast, where Irakles had extended an open invitation to any Taengean baron, noble or royal within the capitol to come and share in the blessings of the joyous occasion.
The morning ceremony and temple blessings however, was mostly for family and whichever close friends they invited. For Irakles, that meant his two sons, his wife, and their retainers. As much as he'd like to bring Meena, in his current conspicious state as the new monarch, the man also understood how difficult of a position it would put his mistress. As such, he had told her a few days prior to remain home and ensure that the feast would be prepared to perfection.
The morning had found it difficult for the old general to awaken, having suffered from many late nights, tightness in his chest and general maladies of his age. As a man nearing his late fifties, it was to no surprise, despite all the tonic herbs and concocitions Meena had been urging him to drink of late. He had come to a point where he had to admit age was on his tail... but the man was a fighter, and summoned his servants to bring his usual tonic as he dressed.
Choosing his long, golden thread-rimmed chiton that fell to his ankles, the white silk material was chinched at the waist with the lion-headed golden belt, and two golden bangles were slipped on to his upper arm. Ensuring his royal signet and house signet rings were in their appropriate places, the man allowed Ujarak to rest his crown upon his head, a simple circlet of ivy leaves and a lions paw, before heading down to the foyer. "Ujarak, please remind Tasia and Sara that they are to be at their very best for the feast this evening. And check that Achilleas and Emilios is ready, please." he murmured. Having seen Myrto's servants on his way down, he knew his wife would be down soon. As the sun began to cast its golden rays, the long day now begun.
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The day had been too long coming.
He had rose early, the day itself full of celebration and ceremony he would have to go through. As the father of the groom, Irakles was supposed to accompany Achilleas in order to visit in the Leventi manor, sharing a snack of fruit and nut as they exchanged the final dowry and agreements, before the wedding entourage would make their way to the Temple of the Gods. The priests have been notified of their arrival, and were well prepared to receive them.
The cloaks of the Mikaelidas house colors were prepared and presented to the priests the day before, and as per Irakles's instructions, Myrto had ensured that the appropriate jewelry and accesories would be prepared to go with Theodora's cloak, before bride and groom were both escorted back to the Mikaelidas palati, where guests and family alike would be treated to a sumptuous feast. Only after the feast was concluded, would Achilleas be allowed to bring Theodora to Euttica back to his personal manor.
For others, they would attend later at the feast, where Irakles had extended an open invitation to any Taengean baron, noble or royal within the capitol to come and share in the blessings of the joyous occasion.
The morning ceremony and temple blessings however, was mostly for family and whichever close friends they invited. For Irakles, that meant his two sons, his wife, and their retainers. As much as he'd like to bring Meena, in his current conspicious state as the new monarch, the man also understood how difficult of a position it would put his mistress. As such, he had told her a few days prior to remain home and ensure that the feast would be prepared to perfection.
The morning had found it difficult for the old general to awaken, having suffered from many late nights, tightness in his chest and general maladies of his age. As a man nearing his late fifties, it was to no surprise, despite all the tonic herbs and concocitions Meena had been urging him to drink of late. He had come to a point where he had to admit age was on his tail... but the man was a fighter, and summoned his servants to bring his usual tonic as he dressed.
Choosing his long, golden thread-rimmed chiton that fell to his ankles, the white silk material was chinched at the waist with the lion-headed golden belt, and two golden bangles were slipped on to his upper arm. Ensuring his royal signet and house signet rings were in their appropriate places, the man allowed Ujarak to rest his crown upon his head, a simple circlet of ivy leaves and a lions paw, before heading down to the foyer. "Ujarak, please remind Tasia and Sara that they are to be at their very best for the feast this evening. And check that Achilleas and Emilios is ready, please." he murmured. Having seen Myrto's servants on his way down, he knew his wife would be down soon. As the sun began to cast its golden rays, the long day now begun.
The day had been too long coming.
He had rose early, the day itself full of celebration and ceremony he would have to go through. As the father of the groom, Irakles was supposed to accompany Achilleas in order to visit in the Leventi manor, sharing a snack of fruit and nut as they exchanged the final dowry and agreements, before the wedding entourage would make their way to the Temple of the Gods. The priests have been notified of their arrival, and were well prepared to receive them.
The cloaks of the Mikaelidas house colors were prepared and presented to the priests the day before, and as per Irakles's instructions, Myrto had ensured that the appropriate jewelry and accesories would be prepared to go with Theodora's cloak, before bride and groom were both escorted back to the Mikaelidas palati, where guests and family alike would be treated to a sumptuous feast. Only after the feast was concluded, would Achilleas be allowed to bring Theodora to Euttica back to his personal manor.
For others, they would attend later at the feast, where Irakles had extended an open invitation to any Taengean baron, noble or royal within the capitol to come and share in the blessings of the joyous occasion.
The morning ceremony and temple blessings however, was mostly for family and whichever close friends they invited. For Irakles, that meant his two sons, his wife, and their retainers. As much as he'd like to bring Meena, in his current conspicious state as the new monarch, the man also understood how difficult of a position it would put his mistress. As such, he had told her a few days prior to remain home and ensure that the feast would be prepared to perfection.
The morning had found it difficult for the old general to awaken, having suffered from many late nights, tightness in his chest and general maladies of his age. As a man nearing his late fifties, it was to no surprise, despite all the tonic herbs and concocitions Meena had been urging him to drink of late. He had come to a point where he had to admit age was on his tail... but the man was a fighter, and summoned his servants to bring his usual tonic as he dressed.
Choosing his long, golden thread-rimmed chiton that fell to his ankles, the white silk material was chinched at the waist with the lion-headed golden belt, and two golden bangles were slipped on to his upper arm. Ensuring his royal signet and house signet rings were in their appropriate places, the man allowed Ujarak to rest his crown upon his head, a simple circlet of ivy leaves and a lions paw, before heading down to the foyer. "Ujarak, please remind Tasia and Sara that they are to be at their very best for the feast this evening. And check that Achilleas and Emilios is ready, please." he murmured. Having seen Myrto's servants on his way down, he knew his wife would be down soon. As the sun began to cast its golden rays, the long day now begun.
By the time his servant came to rouse him, Achilleas had been lying awake for some time. It had seemed such a long time coming, this day when he would be finally wed to Theodora, but now it was upon them it was difficult not to wish that the circumstances were different. It might have seemed prudent to delay it once again, but there had not even been mention of it. It seemed all parties with any real say in the matter were determined that the ceremony and celebrations would forge ahead regardless. Still, the lord’s thoughts had been turning over matters in his mind, matters that should have had no part in such a day. Lies and rumours and missing cousins and Kings, all supposedly just to be set aside and ignored in favour of this wedding.
With a murmur of assent that yes, he was awake, yes he was getting up, Achilleas did just that. His morning ablutions had more care given to them that usual - an exercise he found rather pointless given that part of the ceremony would be a bathing ritual. But he knew saying anything of the kind to the servants would be wasted breath and so he just went along with it.
As Achilleas braced himself for the rain of cold water over his head he could not say he was sorry that this day had arrived. It would be a relief to have it done, and to be able to head back to Euttica, for a little while at least. And he hoped that things would fall easier between he and Theodora once they were wed. Trying to find out what made her tick was a challenge in the brief time they had managed to snatch alone with one another, and he had stumbled into more than one disagreement because of it. Achilleas thought that would be less likely once they were married and living together. Surely?
Craning back his neck so his retainer might run the blade of the razor cleanly over his jaw, the lord thought ahead to the demands of the rest of the day. Having been thoroughly disavowed of his previous ignorance to the intricacies of marriage, he knew the order of events, knew what was expected of him at each point. The first step was for he and his father to visit the Leventi manor to receive the dowry and ensure the formal aspects of the union between the two Houses were in order. Then it would be on the temple for the ceremony itself and then back to Archontiko Mikaelidas for the feast.
The thought made him sigh. He would rather just have gathered up Theodora and done it all quietly, but there was no chance of that. Even with the controversy that hung over court in Stephanos’ disappearance, even though two of Theodora’s own sisters were gone also and would be missing from the festivities, everything would go ahead as planned. It was hard not to let it take the shine off what should have been a joyful day for all involved.
As he stood and allowed the servants to put the finishing touches to the raiment that been deemed appropriate, there was a knock on the door and his father’s scribe poked his head inside, causing Achilleas to roll his eyes. “He has sent you to fetch me? On my own wedding day?” There was a barely veiled exasperation from the elder of Irakles’ sons, but he supposed there was no reason to expect his father to change the habits of a lifetime. He had ever been fond of reminding his sons of his expectations, including punctuality, and even at thirty two years of age, it seemed he thought Achilleas unable of adhering to such standards without prompting. Silently, the lord begged patience from the gods to help him get through this day without provoking the man. With a final adjustment to the circlet upon his brow - overkill in his opinion but he had been assured of its necessity by those who knew better - Achilleas made his way to the central wing of the manor.
"Good Morning” He joined the man in the foyer, giving a small nod along with the greeting. Glancing around to see if either his mother or his brother had put in an appearance yet, he found they had not and so there was a moment’s silence between father and son.
“It’s time then” Achilleas said conversationally. “And before you ask..” He shot a sideways look at the man. “Yes, I believe everything is in order.”
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By the time his servant came to rouse him, Achilleas had been lying awake for some time. It had seemed such a long time coming, this day when he would be finally wed to Theodora, but now it was upon them it was difficult not to wish that the circumstances were different. It might have seemed prudent to delay it once again, but there had not even been mention of it. It seemed all parties with any real say in the matter were determined that the ceremony and celebrations would forge ahead regardless. Still, the lord’s thoughts had been turning over matters in his mind, matters that should have had no part in such a day. Lies and rumours and missing cousins and Kings, all supposedly just to be set aside and ignored in favour of this wedding.
With a murmur of assent that yes, he was awake, yes he was getting up, Achilleas did just that. His morning ablutions had more care given to them that usual - an exercise he found rather pointless given that part of the ceremony would be a bathing ritual. But he knew saying anything of the kind to the servants would be wasted breath and so he just went along with it.
As Achilleas braced himself for the rain of cold water over his head he could not say he was sorry that this day had arrived. It would be a relief to have it done, and to be able to head back to Euttica, for a little while at least. And he hoped that things would fall easier between he and Theodora once they were wed. Trying to find out what made her tick was a challenge in the brief time they had managed to snatch alone with one another, and he had stumbled into more than one disagreement because of it. Achilleas thought that would be less likely once they were married and living together. Surely?
Craning back his neck so his retainer might run the blade of the razor cleanly over his jaw, the lord thought ahead to the demands of the rest of the day. Having been thoroughly disavowed of his previous ignorance to the intricacies of marriage, he knew the order of events, knew what was expected of him at each point. The first step was for he and his father to visit the Leventi manor to receive the dowry and ensure the formal aspects of the union between the two Houses were in order. Then it would be on the temple for the ceremony itself and then back to Archontiko Mikaelidas for the feast.
The thought made him sigh. He would rather just have gathered up Theodora and done it all quietly, but there was no chance of that. Even with the controversy that hung over court in Stephanos’ disappearance, even though two of Theodora’s own sisters were gone also and would be missing from the festivities, everything would go ahead as planned. It was hard not to let it take the shine off what should have been a joyful day for all involved.
As he stood and allowed the servants to put the finishing touches to the raiment that been deemed appropriate, there was a knock on the door and his father’s scribe poked his head inside, causing Achilleas to roll his eyes. “He has sent you to fetch me? On my own wedding day?” There was a barely veiled exasperation from the elder of Irakles’ sons, but he supposed there was no reason to expect his father to change the habits of a lifetime. He had ever been fond of reminding his sons of his expectations, including punctuality, and even at thirty two years of age, it seemed he thought Achilleas unable of adhering to such standards without prompting. Silently, the lord begged patience from the gods to help him get through this day without provoking the man. With a final adjustment to the circlet upon his brow - overkill in his opinion but he had been assured of its necessity by those who knew better - Achilleas made his way to the central wing of the manor.
"Good Morning” He joined the man in the foyer, giving a small nod along with the greeting. Glancing around to see if either his mother or his brother had put in an appearance yet, he found they had not and so there was a moment’s silence between father and son.
“It’s time then” Achilleas said conversationally. “And before you ask..” He shot a sideways look at the man. “Yes, I believe everything is in order.”
By the time his servant came to rouse him, Achilleas had been lying awake for some time. It had seemed such a long time coming, this day when he would be finally wed to Theodora, but now it was upon them it was difficult not to wish that the circumstances were different. It might have seemed prudent to delay it once again, but there had not even been mention of it. It seemed all parties with any real say in the matter were determined that the ceremony and celebrations would forge ahead regardless. Still, the lord’s thoughts had been turning over matters in his mind, matters that should have had no part in such a day. Lies and rumours and missing cousins and Kings, all supposedly just to be set aside and ignored in favour of this wedding.
With a murmur of assent that yes, he was awake, yes he was getting up, Achilleas did just that. His morning ablutions had more care given to them that usual - an exercise he found rather pointless given that part of the ceremony would be a bathing ritual. But he knew saying anything of the kind to the servants would be wasted breath and so he just went along with it.
As Achilleas braced himself for the rain of cold water over his head he could not say he was sorry that this day had arrived. It would be a relief to have it done, and to be able to head back to Euttica, for a little while at least. And he hoped that things would fall easier between he and Theodora once they were wed. Trying to find out what made her tick was a challenge in the brief time they had managed to snatch alone with one another, and he had stumbled into more than one disagreement because of it. Achilleas thought that would be less likely once they were married and living together. Surely?
Craning back his neck so his retainer might run the blade of the razor cleanly over his jaw, the lord thought ahead to the demands of the rest of the day. Having been thoroughly disavowed of his previous ignorance to the intricacies of marriage, he knew the order of events, knew what was expected of him at each point. The first step was for he and his father to visit the Leventi manor to receive the dowry and ensure the formal aspects of the union between the two Houses were in order. Then it would be on the temple for the ceremony itself and then back to Archontiko Mikaelidas for the feast.
The thought made him sigh. He would rather just have gathered up Theodora and done it all quietly, but there was no chance of that. Even with the controversy that hung over court in Stephanos’ disappearance, even though two of Theodora’s own sisters were gone also and would be missing from the festivities, everything would go ahead as planned. It was hard not to let it take the shine off what should have been a joyful day for all involved.
As he stood and allowed the servants to put the finishing touches to the raiment that been deemed appropriate, there was a knock on the door and his father’s scribe poked his head inside, causing Achilleas to roll his eyes. “He has sent you to fetch me? On my own wedding day?” There was a barely veiled exasperation from the elder of Irakles’ sons, but he supposed there was no reason to expect his father to change the habits of a lifetime. He had ever been fond of reminding his sons of his expectations, including punctuality, and even at thirty two years of age, it seemed he thought Achilleas unable of adhering to such standards without prompting. Silently, the lord begged patience from the gods to help him get through this day without provoking the man. With a final adjustment to the circlet upon his brow - overkill in his opinion but he had been assured of its necessity by those who knew better - Achilleas made his way to the central wing of the manor.
"Good Morning” He joined the man in the foyer, giving a small nod along with the greeting. Glancing around to see if either his mother or his brother had put in an appearance yet, he found they had not and so there was a moment’s silence between father and son.
“It’s time then” Achilleas said conversationally. “And before you ask..” He shot a sideways look at the man. “Yes, I believe everything is in order.”
To say the day was long anticipated would be an understatement. With Selene unmarried and Olympia's marriage an affair that not only had to be hurried, but had to be kept under wraps due to the situations that surrounded her union with Stephanos back then, Theodora's marriage was perhaps the first one that Evelli had a chance to fully plan and execute.
And it was a task she had been preparing for since her own marriage with Georgios.
No amount of calming words from her husband could have stopped the whirlwind that was Evelli in orchestrating this event, even despite her occasional light-headedness and short of breathe. Georgios had wanted to ask Evelli to see a physician many times, but each time, the elder Leventi would wave him off, delaying the visit. In her words, the physician can wait till she's got her daughter well and hitched to Mikaelidas first, especially in the furor that was rumors of the dissapearance of her third daughter and son-in-law.
That was a matter in which Evelli did not wish to touch. In the dead of the early dawn the day after the arrival of the Egyptian, before the sun rose, a runner had delivered a hastily scrawled and unsigned note that stated their departure. Evelli had burned that note, and not told a soul... not even her husband. It wasn't till a week later, that she mentioned it to Georgios, and that their first grandchild had been born, once Evelli was a hundred percent sure Olympia had touched down on Colchian soil and was sfae, at the very least.
The matriarch was eager to see her daughter and grandchild, but to leave Theodora before her marriage ceremony was not something she was willing to do. As such, Evelli had compromised by arranging for a ship to be ready to set sail. the moment the ceremony concluded and Theodora sent on her way to Euttica with her new husband. With much persuasion, the brunette had consigned to bringing Nana with her, but Imma was to stay at home with Georgios, for this trip was to be kept as low key as possible, with her reason stated as visiting distant relatives.
The necessity to marry off one daughter while keeping the state of the other a secret was clearly taking a toil on Evelli, but she was steadfast in her unwillingness to let it show. Having awakened early that morning, Evelli finished her ablutions and dressed in her finery of gold accessories and her purple peplos. Brunette curls were piled on her head, before she woke up Georgios to get ready as she headed down to the kitchen to ensure the traditional platter of snacks and fruits to be shared with the Mikaelidas entourage would be ready by the time they arrived.
Once assured of that, Evelli headed to summon her maids, so they would go up and awaken her two youngest daughters and to check on the preparations of the bride of the day, before walking towards the large receiving room where the remainder of the dowries and agreements would be exchanged. It was in the midst of this checking, that a quiet, nervous looking servant approached Evelli to whisper news to the noble Taengean lady.
The reason for the quiet whisper was soon made apparent when her hazel eyes blazed as she echoed.
"What do you mean Theodora's dress is of the wrong fit? It cannot be too small! I paid.... Fetch me Basilides. And please direct Lord Georgios and the ladies Nana and Imma to this room once they are ready. I shall attend to Lady Theodora myself." Evelli snapped, and with the gait of a sure lion, she picked up the ends of her silken dress and started marching up the stairwell, rapping lightly before entering to find her second daughter. "What happened, Theo? Your intended and his family would be arriving at any moment."
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To say the day was long anticipated would be an understatement. With Selene unmarried and Olympia's marriage an affair that not only had to be hurried, but had to be kept under wraps due to the situations that surrounded her union with Stephanos back then, Theodora's marriage was perhaps the first one that Evelli had a chance to fully plan and execute.
And it was a task she had been preparing for since her own marriage with Georgios.
No amount of calming words from her husband could have stopped the whirlwind that was Evelli in orchestrating this event, even despite her occasional light-headedness and short of breathe. Georgios had wanted to ask Evelli to see a physician many times, but each time, the elder Leventi would wave him off, delaying the visit. In her words, the physician can wait till she's got her daughter well and hitched to Mikaelidas first, especially in the furor that was rumors of the dissapearance of her third daughter and son-in-law.
That was a matter in which Evelli did not wish to touch. In the dead of the early dawn the day after the arrival of the Egyptian, before the sun rose, a runner had delivered a hastily scrawled and unsigned note that stated their departure. Evelli had burned that note, and not told a soul... not even her husband. It wasn't till a week later, that she mentioned it to Georgios, and that their first grandchild had been born, once Evelli was a hundred percent sure Olympia had touched down on Colchian soil and was sfae, at the very least.
The matriarch was eager to see her daughter and grandchild, but to leave Theodora before her marriage ceremony was not something she was willing to do. As such, Evelli had compromised by arranging for a ship to be ready to set sail. the moment the ceremony concluded and Theodora sent on her way to Euttica with her new husband. With much persuasion, the brunette had consigned to bringing Nana with her, but Imma was to stay at home with Georgios, for this trip was to be kept as low key as possible, with her reason stated as visiting distant relatives.
The necessity to marry off one daughter while keeping the state of the other a secret was clearly taking a toil on Evelli, but she was steadfast in her unwillingness to let it show. Having awakened early that morning, Evelli finished her ablutions and dressed in her finery of gold accessories and her purple peplos. Brunette curls were piled on her head, before she woke up Georgios to get ready as she headed down to the kitchen to ensure the traditional platter of snacks and fruits to be shared with the Mikaelidas entourage would be ready by the time they arrived.
Once assured of that, Evelli headed to summon her maids, so they would go up and awaken her two youngest daughters and to check on the preparations of the bride of the day, before walking towards the large receiving room where the remainder of the dowries and agreements would be exchanged. It was in the midst of this checking, that a quiet, nervous looking servant approached Evelli to whisper news to the noble Taengean lady.
The reason for the quiet whisper was soon made apparent when her hazel eyes blazed as she echoed.
"What do you mean Theodora's dress is of the wrong fit? It cannot be too small! I paid.... Fetch me Basilides. And please direct Lord Georgios and the ladies Nana and Imma to this room once they are ready. I shall attend to Lady Theodora myself." Evelli snapped, and with the gait of a sure lion, she picked up the ends of her silken dress and started marching up the stairwell, rapping lightly before entering to find her second daughter. "What happened, Theo? Your intended and his family would be arriving at any moment."
To say the day was long anticipated would be an understatement. With Selene unmarried and Olympia's marriage an affair that not only had to be hurried, but had to be kept under wraps due to the situations that surrounded her union with Stephanos back then, Theodora's marriage was perhaps the first one that Evelli had a chance to fully plan and execute.
And it was a task she had been preparing for since her own marriage with Georgios.
No amount of calming words from her husband could have stopped the whirlwind that was Evelli in orchestrating this event, even despite her occasional light-headedness and short of breathe. Georgios had wanted to ask Evelli to see a physician many times, but each time, the elder Leventi would wave him off, delaying the visit. In her words, the physician can wait till she's got her daughter well and hitched to Mikaelidas first, especially in the furor that was rumors of the dissapearance of her third daughter and son-in-law.
That was a matter in which Evelli did not wish to touch. In the dead of the early dawn the day after the arrival of the Egyptian, before the sun rose, a runner had delivered a hastily scrawled and unsigned note that stated their departure. Evelli had burned that note, and not told a soul... not even her husband. It wasn't till a week later, that she mentioned it to Georgios, and that their first grandchild had been born, once Evelli was a hundred percent sure Olympia had touched down on Colchian soil and was sfae, at the very least.
The matriarch was eager to see her daughter and grandchild, but to leave Theodora before her marriage ceremony was not something she was willing to do. As such, Evelli had compromised by arranging for a ship to be ready to set sail. the moment the ceremony concluded and Theodora sent on her way to Euttica with her new husband. With much persuasion, the brunette had consigned to bringing Nana with her, but Imma was to stay at home with Georgios, for this trip was to be kept as low key as possible, with her reason stated as visiting distant relatives.
The necessity to marry off one daughter while keeping the state of the other a secret was clearly taking a toil on Evelli, but she was steadfast in her unwillingness to let it show. Having awakened early that morning, Evelli finished her ablutions and dressed in her finery of gold accessories and her purple peplos. Brunette curls were piled on her head, before she woke up Georgios to get ready as she headed down to the kitchen to ensure the traditional platter of snacks and fruits to be shared with the Mikaelidas entourage would be ready by the time they arrived.
Once assured of that, Evelli headed to summon her maids, so they would go up and awaken her two youngest daughters and to check on the preparations of the bride of the day, before walking towards the large receiving room where the remainder of the dowries and agreements would be exchanged. It was in the midst of this checking, that a quiet, nervous looking servant approached Evelli to whisper news to the noble Taengean lady.
The reason for the quiet whisper was soon made apparent when her hazel eyes blazed as she echoed.
"What do you mean Theodora's dress is of the wrong fit? It cannot be too small! I paid.... Fetch me Basilides. And please direct Lord Georgios and the ladies Nana and Imma to this room once they are ready. I shall attend to Lady Theodora myself." Evelli snapped, and with the gait of a sure lion, she picked up the ends of her silken dress and started marching up the stairwell, rapping lightly before entering to find her second daughter. "What happened, Theo? Your intended and his family would be arriving at any moment."
Miserable. It was the only word she could think to describe the affairs about the Leventi manor within the last few weeks. Everyone was preoccupied. There was chaos afoot both in the public eye and private. Yet despite it all she found herself quite excluded. What she knew of the events at large was relative to what any random bystander might have known. Which afforded the youngest Leventi a detached sense of self-worth. What little she knew of the affairs of her sisters and parents was troublesome, but not nearly so much so as the fast that she knew so very little to begin with. When the morning of Theo’s wedding finally arrived she felt as though she’d completely disassociated herself from her physical form. Allowing her thoughts to wander while her body remained fixed in the motions.
Adhering to what was expected. Allowing herself to be dressed and tended to before all available bodies moved on to focus elsewhere. It allotted her enough time to sit at her desk and draw. Despite her melancholy state she did her best to remain diligent about her appearance. Careful with the graphite as to avoid making a mess of the rose colored chiton with all its golden hem work. How long she’d remained there was a mystery even to herself, but it gave her enough time to fill a half dozen pages with sketches before the knock came at her door. A precursor to the maid who was attempting to herd her toward the festivities. If one could genuinely call them that.
Begrudgingly she gave up her place and left her room to make her way down toward the heart of the estate. Passing by numerous bodies who all seemed to be rushing about to finish the final details. A bitter thought passed through her mind as she watched them go but she kept it isolated within herself. Taking her time to make her way toward where the food had been gathered together. Walking still hurt a great deal more than she liked. The bruise upon her thigh and hip had not subsided in the four days since its birth and had in fact only seemed to grow darker and more bothersome. It was a burden she bore alone though and she would keep it that way.
Making her way around the table piled high with its bounty she plucked a grape from one of the trays and slid it between her lips. Rolling the bulbous little fruit upon her tongue and into the pocket of her cheek. A single look around was enough to inform her that no one was around. Neither Achilleas nor his father had arrived yet and as far as she knew her mother and sisters were still preparing. Which meant she was alone again. It seemed to be a constant state of affairs for her. One that she was growing increasingly fed up with. Especially after the news of her mother and Nana’s upcoming departure. If she had not been as loyal as she was to her family and to Theo then she might have locked herself away in her room and refused to attend at all. As it were she’d suffered in silence physically and emotionally. The sooner this was all over the better. At least in theory it would hurt less to be overlooked and underappreciated if there was no one around to disregard you.
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Miserable. It was the only word she could think to describe the affairs about the Leventi manor within the last few weeks. Everyone was preoccupied. There was chaos afoot both in the public eye and private. Yet despite it all she found herself quite excluded. What she knew of the events at large was relative to what any random bystander might have known. Which afforded the youngest Leventi a detached sense of self-worth. What little she knew of the affairs of her sisters and parents was troublesome, but not nearly so much so as the fast that she knew so very little to begin with. When the morning of Theo’s wedding finally arrived she felt as though she’d completely disassociated herself from her physical form. Allowing her thoughts to wander while her body remained fixed in the motions.
Adhering to what was expected. Allowing herself to be dressed and tended to before all available bodies moved on to focus elsewhere. It allotted her enough time to sit at her desk and draw. Despite her melancholy state she did her best to remain diligent about her appearance. Careful with the graphite as to avoid making a mess of the rose colored chiton with all its golden hem work. How long she’d remained there was a mystery even to herself, but it gave her enough time to fill a half dozen pages with sketches before the knock came at her door. A precursor to the maid who was attempting to herd her toward the festivities. If one could genuinely call them that.
Begrudgingly she gave up her place and left her room to make her way down toward the heart of the estate. Passing by numerous bodies who all seemed to be rushing about to finish the final details. A bitter thought passed through her mind as she watched them go but she kept it isolated within herself. Taking her time to make her way toward where the food had been gathered together. Walking still hurt a great deal more than she liked. The bruise upon her thigh and hip had not subsided in the four days since its birth and had in fact only seemed to grow darker and more bothersome. It was a burden she bore alone though and she would keep it that way.
Making her way around the table piled high with its bounty she plucked a grape from one of the trays and slid it between her lips. Rolling the bulbous little fruit upon her tongue and into the pocket of her cheek. A single look around was enough to inform her that no one was around. Neither Achilleas nor his father had arrived yet and as far as she knew her mother and sisters were still preparing. Which meant she was alone again. It seemed to be a constant state of affairs for her. One that she was growing increasingly fed up with. Especially after the news of her mother and Nana’s upcoming departure. If she had not been as loyal as she was to her family and to Theo then she might have locked herself away in her room and refused to attend at all. As it were she’d suffered in silence physically and emotionally. The sooner this was all over the better. At least in theory it would hurt less to be overlooked and underappreciated if there was no one around to disregard you.
Miserable. It was the only word she could think to describe the affairs about the Leventi manor within the last few weeks. Everyone was preoccupied. There was chaos afoot both in the public eye and private. Yet despite it all she found herself quite excluded. What she knew of the events at large was relative to what any random bystander might have known. Which afforded the youngest Leventi a detached sense of self-worth. What little she knew of the affairs of her sisters and parents was troublesome, but not nearly so much so as the fast that she knew so very little to begin with. When the morning of Theo’s wedding finally arrived she felt as though she’d completely disassociated herself from her physical form. Allowing her thoughts to wander while her body remained fixed in the motions.
Adhering to what was expected. Allowing herself to be dressed and tended to before all available bodies moved on to focus elsewhere. It allotted her enough time to sit at her desk and draw. Despite her melancholy state she did her best to remain diligent about her appearance. Careful with the graphite as to avoid making a mess of the rose colored chiton with all its golden hem work. How long she’d remained there was a mystery even to herself, but it gave her enough time to fill a half dozen pages with sketches before the knock came at her door. A precursor to the maid who was attempting to herd her toward the festivities. If one could genuinely call them that.
Begrudgingly she gave up her place and left her room to make her way down toward the heart of the estate. Passing by numerous bodies who all seemed to be rushing about to finish the final details. A bitter thought passed through her mind as she watched them go but she kept it isolated within herself. Taking her time to make her way toward where the food had been gathered together. Walking still hurt a great deal more than she liked. The bruise upon her thigh and hip had not subsided in the four days since its birth and had in fact only seemed to grow darker and more bothersome. It was a burden she bore alone though and she would keep it that way.
Making her way around the table piled high with its bounty she plucked a grape from one of the trays and slid it between her lips. Rolling the bulbous little fruit upon her tongue and into the pocket of her cheek. A single look around was enough to inform her that no one was around. Neither Achilleas nor his father had arrived yet and as far as she knew her mother and sisters were still preparing. Which meant she was alone again. It seemed to be a constant state of affairs for her. One that she was growing increasingly fed up with. Especially after the news of her mother and Nana’s upcoming departure. If she had not been as loyal as she was to her family and to Theo then she might have locked herself away in her room and refused to attend at all. As it were she’d suffered in silence physically and emotionally. The sooner this was all over the better. At least in theory it would hurt less to be overlooked and underappreciated if there was no one around to disregard you.
The family of the House of Leventi were separated across two manors that morn. Whilst normally the main estate was reserved for the Lord Fotios and his immediate family - their permanent and only home - the second manor and old estate were reserved for any of his brothers and their families when attending the main city of Taengea and was a home away from home for each. Ergo, Georgios and his offspring, and the young Evangelina, tended to spend the entirety of their time in the second building across from the stable yards rather than within the main estate. One family, two distinctive branches and ranks within the name. This morning, however, the Dynasteia was united in celebration, joy and propriety as the Lady Theodora was to be finally married to the Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas. Whilst most were ecstatic over the coming nuptials, the only anxiety the standard jitters of two families hoping that all would run smoothly. Only a few new the real risks and threats to the day. Or... singular threat at least. In the form of the bridegroom's brother.
Fotios was one of the few people within either family who had any idea that Theodora's heart belonged to the wrong brother, rather than her intended fiancé. And, barring Emilios and Theodora themselves, he was the only one who knew that the arrangement would be continuing beyond the wedding. What now remained to be seen was whether the young girl would keep her head and fulfil her duty in marrying Achilleas, or turn tail at the presentation of dowry and head to the Mikaelidas estate herself in search of her foolishly romantic heart, kept in the hands of another. Urgh. The idea gave Fotios a headache.
Whilst there was little that the Head of the Leventi House could do about it now, he had to content himself with the knowledge that it was highly unlikely that Theodora would throw herself away now. Were she to dishonour the House of Mikaelidas by abandoning one brother on their wedding day, there was no way in all of Hades that she would ever have the needed permission and respect from the House in order to marry the other. She might have gotten away with it if her fiancé and her lover hadn't been relatives - even more so if they had been members of opposing families. But she had thoroughly sealed her fate by seeking a set of brothers... Aah, the folly of youth.
Determined that the risk to the day from Theodora's melodramas was at a low, Fotios set about ensuring his wife had all the support, money and aid she needed in seeing the household decorations for the main manor, whilst he knew Evelli to be handling just about everything else. Members of all three branches of the Leventi family meandered and mingled within both houses and out across the grounds as work was done to decorate the main gardens where the dowry exchange would take place. Fotios watched the hustle and bustle all morning, his presence ensuring a brisk but perfect level of standard in their tasks.
It was when he saw some harried servants and then heard the angry voice of Lady Evelli that Fotios left his station just in front of the old estate's front door and headed inside to inspect the problem. He passed the Lady Imma on the way whom he encouraged over to the main estate to the solar room that had been laid out for refreshments that would be consumed after the dowry exchange and then headed upstairs towards the core of activity in the house.
"What is the issue?" He asked with a snap towards the Lady Evelli, as he entered the room and glanced between mother and daughter...
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The family of the House of Leventi were separated across two manors that morn. Whilst normally the main estate was reserved for the Lord Fotios and his immediate family - their permanent and only home - the second manor and old estate were reserved for any of his brothers and their families when attending the main city of Taengea and was a home away from home for each. Ergo, Georgios and his offspring, and the young Evangelina, tended to spend the entirety of their time in the second building across from the stable yards rather than within the main estate. One family, two distinctive branches and ranks within the name. This morning, however, the Dynasteia was united in celebration, joy and propriety as the Lady Theodora was to be finally married to the Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas. Whilst most were ecstatic over the coming nuptials, the only anxiety the standard jitters of two families hoping that all would run smoothly. Only a few new the real risks and threats to the day. Or... singular threat at least. In the form of the bridegroom's brother.
Fotios was one of the few people within either family who had any idea that Theodora's heart belonged to the wrong brother, rather than her intended fiancé. And, barring Emilios and Theodora themselves, he was the only one who knew that the arrangement would be continuing beyond the wedding. What now remained to be seen was whether the young girl would keep her head and fulfil her duty in marrying Achilleas, or turn tail at the presentation of dowry and head to the Mikaelidas estate herself in search of her foolishly romantic heart, kept in the hands of another. Urgh. The idea gave Fotios a headache.
Whilst there was little that the Head of the Leventi House could do about it now, he had to content himself with the knowledge that it was highly unlikely that Theodora would throw herself away now. Were she to dishonour the House of Mikaelidas by abandoning one brother on their wedding day, there was no way in all of Hades that she would ever have the needed permission and respect from the House in order to marry the other. She might have gotten away with it if her fiancé and her lover hadn't been relatives - even more so if they had been members of opposing families. But she had thoroughly sealed her fate by seeking a set of brothers... Aah, the folly of youth.
Determined that the risk to the day from Theodora's melodramas was at a low, Fotios set about ensuring his wife had all the support, money and aid she needed in seeing the household decorations for the main manor, whilst he knew Evelli to be handling just about everything else. Members of all three branches of the Leventi family meandered and mingled within both houses and out across the grounds as work was done to decorate the main gardens where the dowry exchange would take place. Fotios watched the hustle and bustle all morning, his presence ensuring a brisk but perfect level of standard in their tasks.
It was when he saw some harried servants and then heard the angry voice of Lady Evelli that Fotios left his station just in front of the old estate's front door and headed inside to inspect the problem. He passed the Lady Imma on the way whom he encouraged over to the main estate to the solar room that had been laid out for refreshments that would be consumed after the dowry exchange and then headed upstairs towards the core of activity in the house.
"What is the issue?" He asked with a snap towards the Lady Evelli, as he entered the room and glanced between mother and daughter...
The family of the House of Leventi were separated across two manors that morn. Whilst normally the main estate was reserved for the Lord Fotios and his immediate family - their permanent and only home - the second manor and old estate were reserved for any of his brothers and their families when attending the main city of Taengea and was a home away from home for each. Ergo, Georgios and his offspring, and the young Evangelina, tended to spend the entirety of their time in the second building across from the stable yards rather than within the main estate. One family, two distinctive branches and ranks within the name. This morning, however, the Dynasteia was united in celebration, joy and propriety as the Lady Theodora was to be finally married to the Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas. Whilst most were ecstatic over the coming nuptials, the only anxiety the standard jitters of two families hoping that all would run smoothly. Only a few new the real risks and threats to the day. Or... singular threat at least. In the form of the bridegroom's brother.
Fotios was one of the few people within either family who had any idea that Theodora's heart belonged to the wrong brother, rather than her intended fiancé. And, barring Emilios and Theodora themselves, he was the only one who knew that the arrangement would be continuing beyond the wedding. What now remained to be seen was whether the young girl would keep her head and fulfil her duty in marrying Achilleas, or turn tail at the presentation of dowry and head to the Mikaelidas estate herself in search of her foolishly romantic heart, kept in the hands of another. Urgh. The idea gave Fotios a headache.
Whilst there was little that the Head of the Leventi House could do about it now, he had to content himself with the knowledge that it was highly unlikely that Theodora would throw herself away now. Were she to dishonour the House of Mikaelidas by abandoning one brother on their wedding day, there was no way in all of Hades that she would ever have the needed permission and respect from the House in order to marry the other. She might have gotten away with it if her fiancé and her lover hadn't been relatives - even more so if they had been members of opposing families. But she had thoroughly sealed her fate by seeking a set of brothers... Aah, the folly of youth.
Determined that the risk to the day from Theodora's melodramas was at a low, Fotios set about ensuring his wife had all the support, money and aid she needed in seeing the household decorations for the main manor, whilst he knew Evelli to be handling just about everything else. Members of all three branches of the Leventi family meandered and mingled within both houses and out across the grounds as work was done to decorate the main gardens where the dowry exchange would take place. Fotios watched the hustle and bustle all morning, his presence ensuring a brisk but perfect level of standard in their tasks.
It was when he saw some harried servants and then heard the angry voice of Lady Evelli that Fotios left his station just in front of the old estate's front door and headed inside to inspect the problem. He passed the Lady Imma on the way whom he encouraged over to the main estate to the solar room that had been laid out for refreshments that would be consumed after the dowry exchange and then headed upstairs towards the core of activity in the house.
"What is the issue?" He asked with a snap towards the Lady Evelli, as he entered the room and glanced between mother and daughter...
Imma & Evie Downstairs Leventi Manor Last night Evangelina had dreamed of her wedding again. She had awaken tangled and drenched in her sheets with her heart racing. It had been the same every night this week. Her logic told her it was simply her mind trying to come to terms with all of the chaos that was swirling around the family right now, but another, less rational part of her mind, was shaken to her core that it was a prediction for the path that she was on.
That path was going to change.
Maybe she wasn’t the same kind of beautiful as Lene or Theo, but with some attention, she could be striking in her own accord. She was a Leventi. It was time to wear that like armor instead of resisting it. Lord Gavriil’s words had echoed through her mind, her best option was finding a man that her family approved of and making him love her. That was a fine idea but in order for a man to fall in love with her, he had to see her. With the consultation of her mother and a couple of her friends on the matter, her outfit was constructed.
Today, she wore a long and sinuous lavender silk gown that teasingly revealed a seemingly endless stretch of Evangelina’s toned leg save only a delicate lavender lace that was lined with a layer of diaphanous nude fabric. Combining a revealing neckline and a plunging back that settled softly just a fraction above her hips, the dress proved that the tomboyish Leventi possessed a few sultry charms of her own. Her rich, chestnut hair coiffed and curled was loosely pinned on the top of her head in a way to flatter the elegant line of her neck. Her dark, mink brown eyes kohled in fashion with the Egyptians, she might not particularly care for their politics but they knew how to paint an elegant face.
Her swinging gait had never been modest, but at least over the years, she had stopped swinging her arms at her sides. The tempting dress was magic. It changed her unrefined walk into something more coquettish and playfully bouncy. Just missing her uncle as he bounded up the stairs, Evangelina came up on the backside of Imma and plucked a grape of her own and putting it in her mouth. Chewing it up, she glanced sideways at the petite blonde who looked so much like Lene.
“I thought you’d be upstairs helping Theo. Your mother sounds like something isn’t going according to plan though… so you are probably safer down here.” Her dark eyes flickered upwards towards the stairs again then back to Imma. “Are we waiting down here to catch the first glimpses of Prince Achilleas and Prince Emilios?” Sensing a bit of melancholy in Imma, she batted her lashes in feigned coyness hoping to distract the girl from her troubles. “Prince Emilios might be a prancing peacock but…. My! What a pretty, prancing peacock. No?” Her lips spread in a wide, dimpled grin before rolling her eyes upward and waving her hand at her face as if she was just a bit overheated at just the thought.
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Imma & Evie Downstairs Leventi Manor Last night Evangelina had dreamed of her wedding again. She had awaken tangled and drenched in her sheets with her heart racing. It had been the same every night this week. Her logic told her it was simply her mind trying to come to terms with all of the chaos that was swirling around the family right now, but another, less rational part of her mind, was shaken to her core that it was a prediction for the path that she was on.
That path was going to change.
Maybe she wasn’t the same kind of beautiful as Lene or Theo, but with some attention, she could be striking in her own accord. She was a Leventi. It was time to wear that like armor instead of resisting it. Lord Gavriil’s words had echoed through her mind, her best option was finding a man that her family approved of and making him love her. That was a fine idea but in order for a man to fall in love with her, he had to see her. With the consultation of her mother and a couple of her friends on the matter, her outfit was constructed.
Today, she wore a long and sinuous lavender silk gown that teasingly revealed a seemingly endless stretch of Evangelina’s toned leg save only a delicate lavender lace that was lined with a layer of diaphanous nude fabric. Combining a revealing neckline and a plunging back that settled softly just a fraction above her hips, the dress proved that the tomboyish Leventi possessed a few sultry charms of her own. Her rich, chestnut hair coiffed and curled was loosely pinned on the top of her head in a way to flatter the elegant line of her neck. Her dark, mink brown eyes kohled in fashion with the Egyptians, she might not particularly care for their politics but they knew how to paint an elegant face.
Her swinging gait had never been modest, but at least over the years, she had stopped swinging her arms at her sides. The tempting dress was magic. It changed her unrefined walk into something more coquettish and playfully bouncy. Just missing her uncle as he bounded up the stairs, Evangelina came up on the backside of Imma and plucked a grape of her own and putting it in her mouth. Chewing it up, she glanced sideways at the petite blonde who looked so much like Lene.
“I thought you’d be upstairs helping Theo. Your mother sounds like something isn’t going according to plan though… so you are probably safer down here.” Her dark eyes flickered upwards towards the stairs again then back to Imma. “Are we waiting down here to catch the first glimpses of Prince Achilleas and Prince Emilios?” Sensing a bit of melancholy in Imma, she batted her lashes in feigned coyness hoping to distract the girl from her troubles. “Prince Emilios might be a prancing peacock but…. My! What a pretty, prancing peacock. No?” Her lips spread in a wide, dimpled grin before rolling her eyes upward and waving her hand at her face as if she was just a bit overheated at just the thought.
Imma & Evie Downstairs Leventi Manor Last night Evangelina had dreamed of her wedding again. She had awaken tangled and drenched in her sheets with her heart racing. It had been the same every night this week. Her logic told her it was simply her mind trying to come to terms with all of the chaos that was swirling around the family right now, but another, less rational part of her mind, was shaken to her core that it was a prediction for the path that she was on.
That path was going to change.
Maybe she wasn’t the same kind of beautiful as Lene or Theo, but with some attention, she could be striking in her own accord. She was a Leventi. It was time to wear that like armor instead of resisting it. Lord Gavriil’s words had echoed through her mind, her best option was finding a man that her family approved of and making him love her. That was a fine idea but in order for a man to fall in love with her, he had to see her. With the consultation of her mother and a couple of her friends on the matter, her outfit was constructed.
Today, she wore a long and sinuous lavender silk gown that teasingly revealed a seemingly endless stretch of Evangelina’s toned leg save only a delicate lavender lace that was lined with a layer of diaphanous nude fabric. Combining a revealing neckline and a plunging back that settled softly just a fraction above her hips, the dress proved that the tomboyish Leventi possessed a few sultry charms of her own. Her rich, chestnut hair coiffed and curled was loosely pinned on the top of her head in a way to flatter the elegant line of her neck. Her dark, mink brown eyes kohled in fashion with the Egyptians, she might not particularly care for their politics but they knew how to paint an elegant face.
Her swinging gait had never been modest, but at least over the years, she had stopped swinging her arms at her sides. The tempting dress was magic. It changed her unrefined walk into something more coquettish and playfully bouncy. Just missing her uncle as he bounded up the stairs, Evangelina came up on the backside of Imma and plucked a grape of her own and putting it in her mouth. Chewing it up, she glanced sideways at the petite blonde who looked so much like Lene.
“I thought you’d be upstairs helping Theo. Your mother sounds like something isn’t going according to plan though… so you are probably safer down here.” Her dark eyes flickered upwards towards the stairs again then back to Imma. “Are we waiting down here to catch the first glimpses of Prince Achilleas and Prince Emilios?” Sensing a bit of melancholy in Imma, she batted her lashes in feigned coyness hoping to distract the girl from her troubles. “Prince Emilios might be a prancing peacock but…. My! What a pretty, prancing peacock. No?” Her lips spread in a wide, dimpled grin before rolling her eyes upward and waving her hand at her face as if she was just a bit overheated at just the thought.
It was perhaps only now that Theodora had finally realized what was about to happen. Up until this point she had been aware of what all of this meant, of course, but it was only now that she sat in front of the mirror with a dress far too small for her body, that it had all sunk in.
And she might have run away from it all too. She might have lost all of her bravety and sense of duty.
She might have, had it not been for what her sisters had done. She understood why Olympia had fled — heck, Theodora had even helped with that. But then Selene had decided to join them, too, and suddenly, Theodora felt as if the weight of the world rested upon her shoulders. Olympia had fled to save her own life, and while Theodora knew it wasn't true, it still felt as if Selene had fled too, though rather to save her own life, she had done so on a selfish whim.
And as such, Theodora had no other choice but to swallow her fear.
She didn't look up when the door opened, nor did she look up when she heard her mother's voice, which was quickly followed by that of her uncle's. For a moment, Theodora simply stared at her own reflection. Perhaps this was some kind of sign, telling her to back out. Or perhaps it was a test from the Gods.
Pursing her lips, Theodora turned in her seat and with her fingers curled around the fabric, she held the dress up. An absolute calm settled upon her as she forced her feelings and the voice at the back of her head down. "We need a new dress." She said as she rose to her feet with as much elegance as she could muster. "Unless either of you know a way to lose weight in the matter of seconds." She added as she attempted a smile.
Looking between her mother and her uncle, she sincerely hoped either of them had some good ideas ready on their sleeves, because it took everything Theodora had just to remain calm.
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It was perhaps only now that Theodora had finally realized what was about to happen. Up until this point she had been aware of what all of this meant, of course, but it was only now that she sat in front of the mirror with a dress far too small for her body, that it had all sunk in.
And she might have run away from it all too. She might have lost all of her bravety and sense of duty.
She might have, had it not been for what her sisters had done. She understood why Olympia had fled — heck, Theodora had even helped with that. But then Selene had decided to join them, too, and suddenly, Theodora felt as if the weight of the world rested upon her shoulders. Olympia had fled to save her own life, and while Theodora knew it wasn't true, it still felt as if Selene had fled too, though rather to save her own life, she had done so on a selfish whim.
And as such, Theodora had no other choice but to swallow her fear.
She didn't look up when the door opened, nor did she look up when she heard her mother's voice, which was quickly followed by that of her uncle's. For a moment, Theodora simply stared at her own reflection. Perhaps this was some kind of sign, telling her to back out. Or perhaps it was a test from the Gods.
Pursing her lips, Theodora turned in her seat and with her fingers curled around the fabric, she held the dress up. An absolute calm settled upon her as she forced her feelings and the voice at the back of her head down. "We need a new dress." She said as she rose to her feet with as much elegance as she could muster. "Unless either of you know a way to lose weight in the matter of seconds." She added as she attempted a smile.
Looking between her mother and her uncle, she sincerely hoped either of them had some good ideas ready on their sleeves, because it took everything Theodora had just to remain calm.
It was perhaps only now that Theodora had finally realized what was about to happen. Up until this point she had been aware of what all of this meant, of course, but it was only now that she sat in front of the mirror with a dress far too small for her body, that it had all sunk in.
And she might have run away from it all too. She might have lost all of her bravety and sense of duty.
She might have, had it not been for what her sisters had done. She understood why Olympia had fled — heck, Theodora had even helped with that. But then Selene had decided to join them, too, and suddenly, Theodora felt as if the weight of the world rested upon her shoulders. Olympia had fled to save her own life, and while Theodora knew it wasn't true, it still felt as if Selene had fled too, though rather to save her own life, she had done so on a selfish whim.
And as such, Theodora had no other choice but to swallow her fear.
She didn't look up when the door opened, nor did she look up when she heard her mother's voice, which was quickly followed by that of her uncle's. For a moment, Theodora simply stared at her own reflection. Perhaps this was some kind of sign, telling her to back out. Or perhaps it was a test from the Gods.
Pursing her lips, Theodora turned in her seat and with her fingers curled around the fabric, she held the dress up. An absolute calm settled upon her as she forced her feelings and the voice at the back of her head down. "We need a new dress." She said as she rose to her feet with as much elegance as she could muster. "Unless either of you know a way to lose weight in the matter of seconds." She added as she attempted a smile.
Looking between her mother and her uncle, she sincerely hoped either of them had some good ideas ready on their sleeves, because it took everything Theodora had just to remain calm.
"It's WHAT?!"
Basilides could have dropped dead the moment the words exited the messengers lips, his voice reaching volumes that it rarely ever did. He likely would hear from the boarding house manager about how it disturbed other patrons in these early hours of the morning. However, he was far more concerned about his standing with the House Leventi than he was some bordello owner's preferences. Muttering a few shaken curses as he ran a panicked hand through his thick curls, he paced around a bit, eyes glancing around the room as he thought of potential fixes.
"Send for Issa, she's a seamstress in the Market District with the red door. Relay to her the utter urgency of the situation - her husband will not be pleased to have her gone so early, but if he causes a fuss, throw him this," he started, slapping several coins into the man's hand, "And if by some miracle he doesn't cause a fuss, keep that." Once he handed over the coins, he dragged his palm down over his face, almost as if he could peel the skin from his skull for the anxiety of it all. "Go. I will start toward their Estate and let them know."
Basilides had been so, so careful in all of this. Everything else had gone almost perfectly - the decor, the flowers, all the other chitons. The measurements for each of the chitons had been written down specifically and organized so that even a child could see what would need to be done. On top of that, Issa and her sister were exceptional seamstresses who could lay down dozens of perfect pleats in seconds flat. They were the only ones he trusted with such an event. So, the fact that the bride's dress was too small was beyond shocking. Why did it have to be that dress of all the dresses?
Did they order the measurements too early? The stress of the past few days could have resulted in some....indulgences, he supposed.
Shaking those thoughts from his head, threw open the lids of several trunks to retrieve the fabric that had been used for creating the garment, wincing as he realized they would have time to at least form a simple chiton but, time to create the hems? Oh....this was not good. Perhaps she could create some elaborate draping to cover a certain side where they could split the seams? An inlay? Something. Gods, he was not a seamstress, but at least his mind started ticking away.
Having not fully dressed himself to the highest level for the wedding, as it was only family to take part in the morning's affairs, he quickly threw on a formal tunic and himation, fastening his fibulae and lacing his sandals in record time as he hoisted up the trunk and made his way down the stairs.
Feeling much like a man on his way to the gallows, he caught himself groaning with dread as the Leventi manor came into view. The combination of the estate being further towards the edge of town and his boarding house being located just nearby, he knew that Lady Evelli was expecting him to arrive swiftly....though he was not certain if the speed in which he was expected to arrive was humanly possible. Still, as he approached the gates and explained his presence, the gatekeeper gave him a look that crossed somewhere between disdain and pity.
Gods, this was a nightmare.
Swallowing hard and bracing himself for the inevitable wrath of the Leventi household, he entered through the main door to find Lady Imma and Lady Evangelina in the entry room. It was almost a relief to see the two younger ladies as opposed to the likely livid matriarch, and he bowed to them, awkwardly trying to move the chest out of the way. "Good morning, my ladies. Where can I..."
Before he could finish his question, he heard the muffled tones in the floors above. He all but grimaced at the sound and murmured, "Right..."
Dipping into another quick bow towards the ladies, he started up the stairs, feeling as if he had to force his feet with more effort than typically required. With each step, though, he solidified his conviction to have this rectified. While time was very short at the moment, he hoped that Lady Evelli could be placated with several ideas and the assured arrival of the seamstress within the next several minutes. If not, then....well, he had been hit over the head with random objects before by his own mother in moments of fire. He could almost hope for that.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Basilides blinked a moment seeing not only Lady Evelli but also Lord Fotios, an intimidating man that Basilides had not had the pleasure of formally meeting before this moment - tragic. This was not the impression he hoped to set. Feeling his heart racing from the effort up the stairs, he swallowed again to catch his breath and bowed to them.
"My Lady, My Lord. I came as soon as I heard. I have sent for a seamstress as well who should arrive any moment," he started, jostling the small trunk in his hands as he added, "And I brought what I could that might help in this...situation."
It was about all he could manage to say before the look on both of the Leventi faces encouraged him to stop speaking.
All that was left was to wait for the hammer to fall.
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"It's WHAT?!"
Basilides could have dropped dead the moment the words exited the messengers lips, his voice reaching volumes that it rarely ever did. He likely would hear from the boarding house manager about how it disturbed other patrons in these early hours of the morning. However, he was far more concerned about his standing with the House Leventi than he was some bordello owner's preferences. Muttering a few shaken curses as he ran a panicked hand through his thick curls, he paced around a bit, eyes glancing around the room as he thought of potential fixes.
"Send for Issa, she's a seamstress in the Market District with the red door. Relay to her the utter urgency of the situation - her husband will not be pleased to have her gone so early, but if he causes a fuss, throw him this," he started, slapping several coins into the man's hand, "And if by some miracle he doesn't cause a fuss, keep that." Once he handed over the coins, he dragged his palm down over his face, almost as if he could peel the skin from his skull for the anxiety of it all. "Go. I will start toward their Estate and let them know."
Basilides had been so, so careful in all of this. Everything else had gone almost perfectly - the decor, the flowers, all the other chitons. The measurements for each of the chitons had been written down specifically and organized so that even a child could see what would need to be done. On top of that, Issa and her sister were exceptional seamstresses who could lay down dozens of perfect pleats in seconds flat. They were the only ones he trusted with such an event. So, the fact that the bride's dress was too small was beyond shocking. Why did it have to be that dress of all the dresses?
Did they order the measurements too early? The stress of the past few days could have resulted in some....indulgences, he supposed.
Shaking those thoughts from his head, threw open the lids of several trunks to retrieve the fabric that had been used for creating the garment, wincing as he realized they would have time to at least form a simple chiton but, time to create the hems? Oh....this was not good. Perhaps she could create some elaborate draping to cover a certain side where they could split the seams? An inlay? Something. Gods, he was not a seamstress, but at least his mind started ticking away.
Having not fully dressed himself to the highest level for the wedding, as it was only family to take part in the morning's affairs, he quickly threw on a formal tunic and himation, fastening his fibulae and lacing his sandals in record time as he hoisted up the trunk and made his way down the stairs.
Feeling much like a man on his way to the gallows, he caught himself groaning with dread as the Leventi manor came into view. The combination of the estate being further towards the edge of town and his boarding house being located just nearby, he knew that Lady Evelli was expecting him to arrive swiftly....though he was not certain if the speed in which he was expected to arrive was humanly possible. Still, as he approached the gates and explained his presence, the gatekeeper gave him a look that crossed somewhere between disdain and pity.
Gods, this was a nightmare.
Swallowing hard and bracing himself for the inevitable wrath of the Leventi household, he entered through the main door to find Lady Imma and Lady Evangelina in the entry room. It was almost a relief to see the two younger ladies as opposed to the likely livid matriarch, and he bowed to them, awkwardly trying to move the chest out of the way. "Good morning, my ladies. Where can I..."
Before he could finish his question, he heard the muffled tones in the floors above. He all but grimaced at the sound and murmured, "Right..."
Dipping into another quick bow towards the ladies, he started up the stairs, feeling as if he had to force his feet with more effort than typically required. With each step, though, he solidified his conviction to have this rectified. While time was very short at the moment, he hoped that Lady Evelli could be placated with several ideas and the assured arrival of the seamstress within the next several minutes. If not, then....well, he had been hit over the head with random objects before by his own mother in moments of fire. He could almost hope for that.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Basilides blinked a moment seeing not only Lady Evelli but also Lord Fotios, an intimidating man that Basilides had not had the pleasure of formally meeting before this moment - tragic. This was not the impression he hoped to set. Feeling his heart racing from the effort up the stairs, he swallowed again to catch his breath and bowed to them.
"My Lady, My Lord. I came as soon as I heard. I have sent for a seamstress as well who should arrive any moment," he started, jostling the small trunk in his hands as he added, "And I brought what I could that might help in this...situation."
It was about all he could manage to say before the look on both of the Leventi faces encouraged him to stop speaking.
All that was left was to wait for the hammer to fall.
"It's WHAT?!"
Basilides could have dropped dead the moment the words exited the messengers lips, his voice reaching volumes that it rarely ever did. He likely would hear from the boarding house manager about how it disturbed other patrons in these early hours of the morning. However, he was far more concerned about his standing with the House Leventi than he was some bordello owner's preferences. Muttering a few shaken curses as he ran a panicked hand through his thick curls, he paced around a bit, eyes glancing around the room as he thought of potential fixes.
"Send for Issa, she's a seamstress in the Market District with the red door. Relay to her the utter urgency of the situation - her husband will not be pleased to have her gone so early, but if he causes a fuss, throw him this," he started, slapping several coins into the man's hand, "And if by some miracle he doesn't cause a fuss, keep that." Once he handed over the coins, he dragged his palm down over his face, almost as if he could peel the skin from his skull for the anxiety of it all. "Go. I will start toward their Estate and let them know."
Basilides had been so, so careful in all of this. Everything else had gone almost perfectly - the decor, the flowers, all the other chitons. The measurements for each of the chitons had been written down specifically and organized so that even a child could see what would need to be done. On top of that, Issa and her sister were exceptional seamstresses who could lay down dozens of perfect pleats in seconds flat. They were the only ones he trusted with such an event. So, the fact that the bride's dress was too small was beyond shocking. Why did it have to be that dress of all the dresses?
Did they order the measurements too early? The stress of the past few days could have resulted in some....indulgences, he supposed.
Shaking those thoughts from his head, threw open the lids of several trunks to retrieve the fabric that had been used for creating the garment, wincing as he realized they would have time to at least form a simple chiton but, time to create the hems? Oh....this was not good. Perhaps she could create some elaborate draping to cover a certain side where they could split the seams? An inlay? Something. Gods, he was not a seamstress, but at least his mind started ticking away.
Having not fully dressed himself to the highest level for the wedding, as it was only family to take part in the morning's affairs, he quickly threw on a formal tunic and himation, fastening his fibulae and lacing his sandals in record time as he hoisted up the trunk and made his way down the stairs.
Feeling much like a man on his way to the gallows, he caught himself groaning with dread as the Leventi manor came into view. The combination of the estate being further towards the edge of town and his boarding house being located just nearby, he knew that Lady Evelli was expecting him to arrive swiftly....though he was not certain if the speed in which he was expected to arrive was humanly possible. Still, as he approached the gates and explained his presence, the gatekeeper gave him a look that crossed somewhere between disdain and pity.
Gods, this was a nightmare.
Swallowing hard and bracing himself for the inevitable wrath of the Leventi household, he entered through the main door to find Lady Imma and Lady Evangelina in the entry room. It was almost a relief to see the two younger ladies as opposed to the likely livid matriarch, and he bowed to them, awkwardly trying to move the chest out of the way. "Good morning, my ladies. Where can I..."
Before he could finish his question, he heard the muffled tones in the floors above. He all but grimaced at the sound and murmured, "Right..."
Dipping into another quick bow towards the ladies, he started up the stairs, feeling as if he had to force his feet with more effort than typically required. With each step, though, he solidified his conviction to have this rectified. While time was very short at the moment, he hoped that Lady Evelli could be placated with several ideas and the assured arrival of the seamstress within the next several minutes. If not, then....well, he had been hit over the head with random objects before by his own mother in moments of fire. He could almost hope for that.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Basilides blinked a moment seeing not only Lady Evelli but also Lord Fotios, an intimidating man that Basilides had not had the pleasure of formally meeting before this moment - tragic. This was not the impression he hoped to set. Feeling his heart racing from the effort up the stairs, he swallowed again to catch his breath and bowed to them.
"My Lady, My Lord. I came as soon as I heard. I have sent for a seamstress as well who should arrive any moment," he started, jostling the small trunk in his hands as he added, "And I brought what I could that might help in this...situation."
It was about all he could manage to say before the look on both of the Leventi faces encouraged him to stop speaking.
All that was left was to wait for the hammer to fall.
What a day. Theodora was to marry, and take her place as the wife of Achilleas. Not a bad choice, if Nana did say so, herself. Though he did seem quite...bland...he was nice enough, a fact she could tell from his infinite patience with her childhood shenanigans. From an objective view, today was a cause for celebration. Yet...with Pia gone, it seemed as though a cloud had come to hang over the whole affair. She would never say it, but Nana was even beginning to miss Selene's presence, if only to make herself feel better at the fact that her eldest sister seemed to be on the verge of becoming a spinster. It certainly felt strange for half of her sisters to be missing from such a momentous occasion. Though the two had both taken up residence in the palati, the manor felt emptier with their silent departure.
Still, Nana would try her best to put on a happy face for the wedding. For Theo. As much as she wished that she could be the center of attention on such a day, Nana recognized that Theo deserved to be the star of the show on her wedding day. Nana could only demand she would get the same treatment on hers, when the time came.
With the wedding in mind, Nana took even more time than usual in her morning rituals. It was a big day, after all. It would not do for even a single curl to be out of place. So, Nana took extra care, if that was even possible, to exemplify the beauty the Leventi women were known for. Deft hands twisted and braided her hair up, up to the crown of her head, where her tresses were secured, then let to drop down her neck in a cascade of curls. Nana absolutely refused to skip on ornamentation, so along with her vivid purple peplos embroidered with golden flowers, the young girl adorned her wrists in golden bangles, a Leventi pendant resting at her collarbone, and a glittering golden headpiece gracing the top of her head. Painted lips as red as cherries, a soft flush added to her cheeks, and a thin line of kohl along her eyes finished the look. Truly, the picture of beauty. Nana wasn't sure quite how she did it.
Yet, her time for admiring herself in the mirror was brought to an end when a servant suddenly appeared in her chambers, informing her of her mother's wishes for her to make her way to the reception area, to greet the Mikaelidas party as they would shortly be arriving. Begrudgingly, the Leventi got up from her seat in front of her vanity, and started trudging her way to mingle with family members she found to be utterly uninspiring.
That was, until she heard the whispers of servants in the hall. Saying that Theo's dress didn't fit. Surely, it couldn't be true...but Nana was not one to sit around and speculate when she could easily find out the truth for herself. Which is why the hall was quickly filled with the sound of Nana's sandals slapping against the floors, dashing to see for herself if the rumors were true. And soon, she found herself in the presence of what seemed like a standoff, almost. In front of her stood Basilides. Across from him, Uncle Fotios, and Mother, both with horrid looks on her face. So. It was true, then. She could only imagine what sort of wrath Mother would inflict on Bas if she didn't step in, so she quickly approached her friend from behind, resting a hand on his arm as she looked to perhaps the two most frightening members of her family.
"Mother...Uncle." A fake, nervous smile appeared on the blonde's face, as she thoughtlessly stuck her neck out. "So it's true, then, what I heard. What an unfortunate accident, haha...ha..." She then glanced to Basilides at her side, her discomfort showing on her face. "But...I'm sure that Basilides can remedy the situation! Do not fret, Mother!" Said the girl who herself was inwardly fretting about what would become of her dearest Basilides if he didn't manage to fix this pronto, all with an insincere smile plastered on her face. Of course something went wrong on the wedding day. What with all the preparation that had gone into the day, it only made sense that it should be torn asunder. Never a dull moment in the House of Leventi.
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What a day. Theodora was to marry, and take her place as the wife of Achilleas. Not a bad choice, if Nana did say so, herself. Though he did seem quite...bland...he was nice enough, a fact she could tell from his infinite patience with her childhood shenanigans. From an objective view, today was a cause for celebration. Yet...with Pia gone, it seemed as though a cloud had come to hang over the whole affair. She would never say it, but Nana was even beginning to miss Selene's presence, if only to make herself feel better at the fact that her eldest sister seemed to be on the verge of becoming a spinster. It certainly felt strange for half of her sisters to be missing from such a momentous occasion. Though the two had both taken up residence in the palati, the manor felt emptier with their silent departure.
Still, Nana would try her best to put on a happy face for the wedding. For Theo. As much as she wished that she could be the center of attention on such a day, Nana recognized that Theo deserved to be the star of the show on her wedding day. Nana could only demand she would get the same treatment on hers, when the time came.
With the wedding in mind, Nana took even more time than usual in her morning rituals. It was a big day, after all. It would not do for even a single curl to be out of place. So, Nana took extra care, if that was even possible, to exemplify the beauty the Leventi women were known for. Deft hands twisted and braided her hair up, up to the crown of her head, where her tresses were secured, then let to drop down her neck in a cascade of curls. Nana absolutely refused to skip on ornamentation, so along with her vivid purple peplos embroidered with golden flowers, the young girl adorned her wrists in golden bangles, a Leventi pendant resting at her collarbone, and a glittering golden headpiece gracing the top of her head. Painted lips as red as cherries, a soft flush added to her cheeks, and a thin line of kohl along her eyes finished the look. Truly, the picture of beauty. Nana wasn't sure quite how she did it.
Yet, her time for admiring herself in the mirror was brought to an end when a servant suddenly appeared in her chambers, informing her of her mother's wishes for her to make her way to the reception area, to greet the Mikaelidas party as they would shortly be arriving. Begrudgingly, the Leventi got up from her seat in front of her vanity, and started trudging her way to mingle with family members she found to be utterly uninspiring.
That was, until she heard the whispers of servants in the hall. Saying that Theo's dress didn't fit. Surely, it couldn't be true...but Nana was not one to sit around and speculate when she could easily find out the truth for herself. Which is why the hall was quickly filled with the sound of Nana's sandals slapping against the floors, dashing to see for herself if the rumors were true. And soon, she found herself in the presence of what seemed like a standoff, almost. In front of her stood Basilides. Across from him, Uncle Fotios, and Mother, both with horrid looks on her face. So. It was true, then. She could only imagine what sort of wrath Mother would inflict on Bas if she didn't step in, so she quickly approached her friend from behind, resting a hand on his arm as she looked to perhaps the two most frightening members of her family.
"Mother...Uncle." A fake, nervous smile appeared on the blonde's face, as she thoughtlessly stuck her neck out. "So it's true, then, what I heard. What an unfortunate accident, haha...ha..." She then glanced to Basilides at her side, her discomfort showing on her face. "But...I'm sure that Basilides can remedy the situation! Do not fret, Mother!" Said the girl who herself was inwardly fretting about what would become of her dearest Basilides if he didn't manage to fix this pronto, all with an insincere smile plastered on her face. Of course something went wrong on the wedding day. What with all the preparation that had gone into the day, it only made sense that it should be torn asunder. Never a dull moment in the House of Leventi.
What a day. Theodora was to marry, and take her place as the wife of Achilleas. Not a bad choice, if Nana did say so, herself. Though he did seem quite...bland...he was nice enough, a fact she could tell from his infinite patience with her childhood shenanigans. From an objective view, today was a cause for celebration. Yet...with Pia gone, it seemed as though a cloud had come to hang over the whole affair. She would never say it, but Nana was even beginning to miss Selene's presence, if only to make herself feel better at the fact that her eldest sister seemed to be on the verge of becoming a spinster. It certainly felt strange for half of her sisters to be missing from such a momentous occasion. Though the two had both taken up residence in the palati, the manor felt emptier with their silent departure.
Still, Nana would try her best to put on a happy face for the wedding. For Theo. As much as she wished that she could be the center of attention on such a day, Nana recognized that Theo deserved to be the star of the show on her wedding day. Nana could only demand she would get the same treatment on hers, when the time came.
With the wedding in mind, Nana took even more time than usual in her morning rituals. It was a big day, after all. It would not do for even a single curl to be out of place. So, Nana took extra care, if that was even possible, to exemplify the beauty the Leventi women were known for. Deft hands twisted and braided her hair up, up to the crown of her head, where her tresses were secured, then let to drop down her neck in a cascade of curls. Nana absolutely refused to skip on ornamentation, so along with her vivid purple peplos embroidered with golden flowers, the young girl adorned her wrists in golden bangles, a Leventi pendant resting at her collarbone, and a glittering golden headpiece gracing the top of her head. Painted lips as red as cherries, a soft flush added to her cheeks, and a thin line of kohl along her eyes finished the look. Truly, the picture of beauty. Nana wasn't sure quite how she did it.
Yet, her time for admiring herself in the mirror was brought to an end when a servant suddenly appeared in her chambers, informing her of her mother's wishes for her to make her way to the reception area, to greet the Mikaelidas party as they would shortly be arriving. Begrudgingly, the Leventi got up from her seat in front of her vanity, and started trudging her way to mingle with family members she found to be utterly uninspiring.
That was, until she heard the whispers of servants in the hall. Saying that Theo's dress didn't fit. Surely, it couldn't be true...but Nana was not one to sit around and speculate when she could easily find out the truth for herself. Which is why the hall was quickly filled with the sound of Nana's sandals slapping against the floors, dashing to see for herself if the rumors were true. And soon, she found herself in the presence of what seemed like a standoff, almost. In front of her stood Basilides. Across from him, Uncle Fotios, and Mother, both with horrid looks on her face. So. It was true, then. She could only imagine what sort of wrath Mother would inflict on Bas if she didn't step in, so she quickly approached her friend from behind, resting a hand on his arm as she looked to perhaps the two most frightening members of her family.
"Mother...Uncle." A fake, nervous smile appeared on the blonde's face, as she thoughtlessly stuck her neck out. "So it's true, then, what I heard. What an unfortunate accident, haha...ha..." She then glanced to Basilides at her side, her discomfort showing on her face. "But...I'm sure that Basilides can remedy the situation! Do not fret, Mother!" Said the girl who herself was inwardly fretting about what would become of her dearest Basilides if he didn't manage to fix this pronto, all with an insincere smile plastered on her face. Of course something went wrong on the wedding day. What with all the preparation that had gone into the day, it only made sense that it should be torn asunder. Never a dull moment in the House of Leventi.
Evelli had turned when Fotios's had entered, but the Head of Houses's question was soon answer by her own daughter. Despite Theodora's outwardly elegant and calm persona, Evelli's many years of knowing her daughter meant the elder matriarch could see the fingers curled around the fabric, the attempt at a smile that did not quite reach her eyes - not at all how Evelli wanted her daughter to start her wedding day. With Irakles now deemed King until further notice after the hasty departure of Stephanos and Olympia, it now made Theodora's groom today the intended crown prince, which meant Evelli would have yet another of her daughters be a princess.
So long as they got the dress right, that is.
Her lips pursed at Theodora's attempt at a joke, but luckily for both Fotios and Theodora, Basilides chose that exact (albeit inopportune) time to enter, and all of Evelli's focus zeroed in on the one merchant she had entrusted to furnish her daughter's grand wedding. The very first proper wedding, might she add, that she's had the opportunity to arrange, compared to the farce of a ceremony that had been Olympia's wedding, which had been a secretive and sombre affair in the wake of the deaths of the previous King and crown prince.
Never had Evelli's eyes been sharper as Basilides rattled off his solutions, anything better then what Evelli could offer right now for while the elder lady was trained to handle courtly functions, family dinners and houses with many members, she was not at all equipped to handle dress mishaps and fashion disasters when it came to the technical side of things. "Well, get whatever you can help out then, right this moment." the brunette snapped, waving the merchant in as she drifted to Theodora's side, and held her second daughter by her shoulders.
With a light pressure, she urged Theodora to sit back down, before murmuring softly, "Don't you worry Theo, Mama will sort this out. You just make that smile of yours radiant, alright?" It was the epitome of her motherly demeanour as she smiled gently at her daughter, just as her second youngest decided to come bursting in.
Nana became the second audience to Evelli's sharp glare, eyes narrowing. As far as she remembered, she had told her two youngests to stay belowstairs and greet guests as she prepped Theodora for the ceremony, and Nana definitely had no reason to be here now, for they would all see Theodora in the glory of her wedding dress when she was downstairs, and not a moment earlier.
"I'm sure he would, Nana. But none of us would get anything done if we all congregate here." Again, the tone was sharp as it clearly showed how much Evelli did not need Nana's presence in the room right now to further complicate matters... and for that matter, Fotios as well. So with a more respectful smile, albeit a little tight around the edges, Evelli turned to Fotios and gave a light curtsy before she addressed her brother in law. "Could you please escort Nana belowstairs to meet and greet the guests together with her father, brother? I'm sure Georgios is ready now, and Imma would be by herself right now downstairs, and the girl's new yet at mingling with guests. I'd greatly appreciate the help, while I stay here ensuring all is well with Theo. I promise you Fotios, we will be down before the Mikaelidas entourage arrives."
Finishing her words just as the doors opened to admit the seamstresses who walked in with their heads bent down, the Leventi lady's eyes flashed fire as she snapped again, the tone a far contrast from the one she had used to address Fotios. "Get to work." the woman snapped, and turned a final look to Nana. "Follow your uncle downstairs, Nana."
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Evelli had turned when Fotios's had entered, but the Head of Houses's question was soon answer by her own daughter. Despite Theodora's outwardly elegant and calm persona, Evelli's many years of knowing her daughter meant the elder matriarch could see the fingers curled around the fabric, the attempt at a smile that did not quite reach her eyes - not at all how Evelli wanted her daughter to start her wedding day. With Irakles now deemed King until further notice after the hasty departure of Stephanos and Olympia, it now made Theodora's groom today the intended crown prince, which meant Evelli would have yet another of her daughters be a princess.
So long as they got the dress right, that is.
Her lips pursed at Theodora's attempt at a joke, but luckily for both Fotios and Theodora, Basilides chose that exact (albeit inopportune) time to enter, and all of Evelli's focus zeroed in on the one merchant she had entrusted to furnish her daughter's grand wedding. The very first proper wedding, might she add, that she's had the opportunity to arrange, compared to the farce of a ceremony that had been Olympia's wedding, which had been a secretive and sombre affair in the wake of the deaths of the previous King and crown prince.
Never had Evelli's eyes been sharper as Basilides rattled off his solutions, anything better then what Evelli could offer right now for while the elder lady was trained to handle courtly functions, family dinners and houses with many members, she was not at all equipped to handle dress mishaps and fashion disasters when it came to the technical side of things. "Well, get whatever you can help out then, right this moment." the brunette snapped, waving the merchant in as she drifted to Theodora's side, and held her second daughter by her shoulders.
With a light pressure, she urged Theodora to sit back down, before murmuring softly, "Don't you worry Theo, Mama will sort this out. You just make that smile of yours radiant, alright?" It was the epitome of her motherly demeanour as she smiled gently at her daughter, just as her second youngest decided to come bursting in.
Nana became the second audience to Evelli's sharp glare, eyes narrowing. As far as she remembered, she had told her two youngests to stay belowstairs and greet guests as she prepped Theodora for the ceremony, and Nana definitely had no reason to be here now, for they would all see Theodora in the glory of her wedding dress when she was downstairs, and not a moment earlier.
"I'm sure he would, Nana. But none of us would get anything done if we all congregate here." Again, the tone was sharp as it clearly showed how much Evelli did not need Nana's presence in the room right now to further complicate matters... and for that matter, Fotios as well. So with a more respectful smile, albeit a little tight around the edges, Evelli turned to Fotios and gave a light curtsy before she addressed her brother in law. "Could you please escort Nana belowstairs to meet and greet the guests together with her father, brother? I'm sure Georgios is ready now, and Imma would be by herself right now downstairs, and the girl's new yet at mingling with guests. I'd greatly appreciate the help, while I stay here ensuring all is well with Theo. I promise you Fotios, we will be down before the Mikaelidas entourage arrives."
Finishing her words just as the doors opened to admit the seamstresses who walked in with their heads bent down, the Leventi lady's eyes flashed fire as she snapped again, the tone a far contrast from the one she had used to address Fotios. "Get to work." the woman snapped, and turned a final look to Nana. "Follow your uncle downstairs, Nana."
Evelli had turned when Fotios's had entered, but the Head of Houses's question was soon answer by her own daughter. Despite Theodora's outwardly elegant and calm persona, Evelli's many years of knowing her daughter meant the elder matriarch could see the fingers curled around the fabric, the attempt at a smile that did not quite reach her eyes - not at all how Evelli wanted her daughter to start her wedding day. With Irakles now deemed King until further notice after the hasty departure of Stephanos and Olympia, it now made Theodora's groom today the intended crown prince, which meant Evelli would have yet another of her daughters be a princess.
So long as they got the dress right, that is.
Her lips pursed at Theodora's attempt at a joke, but luckily for both Fotios and Theodora, Basilides chose that exact (albeit inopportune) time to enter, and all of Evelli's focus zeroed in on the one merchant she had entrusted to furnish her daughter's grand wedding. The very first proper wedding, might she add, that she's had the opportunity to arrange, compared to the farce of a ceremony that had been Olympia's wedding, which had been a secretive and sombre affair in the wake of the deaths of the previous King and crown prince.
Never had Evelli's eyes been sharper as Basilides rattled off his solutions, anything better then what Evelli could offer right now for while the elder lady was trained to handle courtly functions, family dinners and houses with many members, she was not at all equipped to handle dress mishaps and fashion disasters when it came to the technical side of things. "Well, get whatever you can help out then, right this moment." the brunette snapped, waving the merchant in as she drifted to Theodora's side, and held her second daughter by her shoulders.
With a light pressure, she urged Theodora to sit back down, before murmuring softly, "Don't you worry Theo, Mama will sort this out. You just make that smile of yours radiant, alright?" It was the epitome of her motherly demeanour as she smiled gently at her daughter, just as her second youngest decided to come bursting in.
Nana became the second audience to Evelli's sharp glare, eyes narrowing. As far as she remembered, she had told her two youngests to stay belowstairs and greet guests as she prepped Theodora for the ceremony, and Nana definitely had no reason to be here now, for they would all see Theodora in the glory of her wedding dress when she was downstairs, and not a moment earlier.
"I'm sure he would, Nana. But none of us would get anything done if we all congregate here." Again, the tone was sharp as it clearly showed how much Evelli did not need Nana's presence in the room right now to further complicate matters... and for that matter, Fotios as well. So with a more respectful smile, albeit a little tight around the edges, Evelli turned to Fotios and gave a light curtsy before she addressed her brother in law. "Could you please escort Nana belowstairs to meet and greet the guests together with her father, brother? I'm sure Georgios is ready now, and Imma would be by herself right now downstairs, and the girl's new yet at mingling with guests. I'd greatly appreciate the help, while I stay here ensuring all is well with Theo. I promise you Fotios, we will be down before the Mikaelidas entourage arrives."
Finishing her words just as the doors opened to admit the seamstresses who walked in with their heads bent down, the Leventi lady's eyes flashed fire as she snapped again, the tone a far contrast from the one she had used to address Fotios. "Get to work." the woman snapped, and turned a final look to Nana. "Follow your uncle downstairs, Nana."
For the first time in weeks, he woke up stone cold sober.
It took everything in him not to drown his sorrows the night before, to forget about the fact that he wouldn’t be the one marrying Theo. A few of his men had begged him to go out, for they could all see the stress was wearing on him. But he had refrained, not wishing to enrage his father or make a fool of himself by showing up to the festivities drunk. He could drink as much as he wanted afterwards, when they were man and wife and he had done his part in the bargain.
He did not want to attend. He wasn’t all that sure that he could keep up the charade. And yet, he didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t just Theo who would pay if he stopped this from happening. His brother, her sisters-- they would all suffer if he didn’t stepped back and do his duty.
And watch his heart break with it.
Emilios allowed the motion of the morning to happen around him. A private tub was brought into his room and with it, a light breakfast of fruits and nuts. He, surprisingly, passed on the wine that was offered, instead lingering in the path to fully enjoy every bit of warmth. It would have to last him through the day, after all. His chiton was laid out in his bed when he finished his bath, and he stood at the foot, staring at it, wishing it was the finery of a bridegroom and not just that of a supportive brother. He didn’t want to be the supportive brother-- he wanted her. Why couldn’t he have her?
Why did Achilleas always get everything?
Even with his ‘punishment’ from their father, his brother would still win. They would go to Euttica and be married while he would have to watch. His stomach turned knowing that his brother had her once, and would have her every time he wished to. And there was nothing he could do about it. If there was a fire in the hearth, Emilios would have tossed the mocking cloth into it to let it burn. Instead, he wrapped himself into the fine material, glad for the deep red and gold that had been chosen to represent his family and position. He didn’t do much in the way of jewels, just a golden cuff around his right wrist.
He was stalling, staring out the window, dressed and ready but not willing to head out just yet. He didn’t want to face his brother, or his father. Or the Leventi’s. His own misery was for their protection, and perhaps that justified his own desire to keep things going with Theo. If he was going to give up his chance at true happiness, he wanted her. And he would have her in any way he could. But in this moment, his priority was getting both of them wed. Then, he could figure out the rest.
He couldn’t hold out any longer, knowing that his father would be angry with him for delaying any longer. Sighing, he made the quick journey to where the rest were waiting. With a smile, he nudged his brother with his shoulder as he breezed in, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Of course, everything is in order. I’ve only checked and double checked.” The only thing he wasn’t in charge of was the bride’s own outfit, so he couldn’t be blamed if something was wrong with it. “By the end of the day, you’ll be married and miserable like all the other married men.” He winked at Achilleas, at least glad for his own ability to hide his true feelings. Giving his father an extravagant bow, Emilios grinned. “Your Highness.”
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For the first time in weeks, he woke up stone cold sober.
It took everything in him not to drown his sorrows the night before, to forget about the fact that he wouldn’t be the one marrying Theo. A few of his men had begged him to go out, for they could all see the stress was wearing on him. But he had refrained, not wishing to enrage his father or make a fool of himself by showing up to the festivities drunk. He could drink as much as he wanted afterwards, when they were man and wife and he had done his part in the bargain.
He did not want to attend. He wasn’t all that sure that he could keep up the charade. And yet, he didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t just Theo who would pay if he stopped this from happening. His brother, her sisters-- they would all suffer if he didn’t stepped back and do his duty.
And watch his heart break with it.
Emilios allowed the motion of the morning to happen around him. A private tub was brought into his room and with it, a light breakfast of fruits and nuts. He, surprisingly, passed on the wine that was offered, instead lingering in the path to fully enjoy every bit of warmth. It would have to last him through the day, after all. His chiton was laid out in his bed when he finished his bath, and he stood at the foot, staring at it, wishing it was the finery of a bridegroom and not just that of a supportive brother. He didn’t want to be the supportive brother-- he wanted her. Why couldn’t he have her?
Why did Achilleas always get everything?
Even with his ‘punishment’ from their father, his brother would still win. They would go to Euttica and be married while he would have to watch. His stomach turned knowing that his brother had her once, and would have her every time he wished to. And there was nothing he could do about it. If there was a fire in the hearth, Emilios would have tossed the mocking cloth into it to let it burn. Instead, he wrapped himself into the fine material, glad for the deep red and gold that had been chosen to represent his family and position. He didn’t do much in the way of jewels, just a golden cuff around his right wrist.
He was stalling, staring out the window, dressed and ready but not willing to head out just yet. He didn’t want to face his brother, or his father. Or the Leventi’s. His own misery was for their protection, and perhaps that justified his own desire to keep things going with Theo. If he was going to give up his chance at true happiness, he wanted her. And he would have her in any way he could. But in this moment, his priority was getting both of them wed. Then, he could figure out the rest.
He couldn’t hold out any longer, knowing that his father would be angry with him for delaying any longer. Sighing, he made the quick journey to where the rest were waiting. With a smile, he nudged his brother with his shoulder as he breezed in, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Of course, everything is in order. I’ve only checked and double checked.” The only thing he wasn’t in charge of was the bride’s own outfit, so he couldn’t be blamed if something was wrong with it. “By the end of the day, you’ll be married and miserable like all the other married men.” He winked at Achilleas, at least glad for his own ability to hide his true feelings. Giving his father an extravagant bow, Emilios grinned. “Your Highness.”
For the first time in weeks, he woke up stone cold sober.
It took everything in him not to drown his sorrows the night before, to forget about the fact that he wouldn’t be the one marrying Theo. A few of his men had begged him to go out, for they could all see the stress was wearing on him. But he had refrained, not wishing to enrage his father or make a fool of himself by showing up to the festivities drunk. He could drink as much as he wanted afterwards, when they were man and wife and he had done his part in the bargain.
He did not want to attend. He wasn’t all that sure that he could keep up the charade. And yet, he didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t just Theo who would pay if he stopped this from happening. His brother, her sisters-- they would all suffer if he didn’t stepped back and do his duty.
And watch his heart break with it.
Emilios allowed the motion of the morning to happen around him. A private tub was brought into his room and with it, a light breakfast of fruits and nuts. He, surprisingly, passed on the wine that was offered, instead lingering in the path to fully enjoy every bit of warmth. It would have to last him through the day, after all. His chiton was laid out in his bed when he finished his bath, and he stood at the foot, staring at it, wishing it was the finery of a bridegroom and not just that of a supportive brother. He didn’t want to be the supportive brother-- he wanted her. Why couldn’t he have her?
Why did Achilleas always get everything?
Even with his ‘punishment’ from their father, his brother would still win. They would go to Euttica and be married while he would have to watch. His stomach turned knowing that his brother had her once, and would have her every time he wished to. And there was nothing he could do about it. If there was a fire in the hearth, Emilios would have tossed the mocking cloth into it to let it burn. Instead, he wrapped himself into the fine material, glad for the deep red and gold that had been chosen to represent his family and position. He didn’t do much in the way of jewels, just a golden cuff around his right wrist.
He was stalling, staring out the window, dressed and ready but not willing to head out just yet. He didn’t want to face his brother, or his father. Or the Leventi’s. His own misery was for their protection, and perhaps that justified his own desire to keep things going with Theo. If he was going to give up his chance at true happiness, he wanted her. And he would have her in any way he could. But in this moment, his priority was getting both of them wed. Then, he could figure out the rest.
He couldn’t hold out any longer, knowing that his father would be angry with him for delaying any longer. Sighing, he made the quick journey to where the rest were waiting. With a smile, he nudged his brother with his shoulder as he breezed in, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Of course, everything is in order. I’ve only checked and double checked.” The only thing he wasn’t in charge of was the bride’s own outfit, so he couldn’t be blamed if something was wrong with it. “By the end of the day, you’ll be married and miserable like all the other married men.” He winked at Achilleas, at least glad for his own ability to hide his true feelings. Giving his father an extravagant bow, Emilios grinned. “Your Highness.”
The estate was nonstop activity or so it seemed. Something upstairs was causing quite the scene, but she knew better than to go where she was expressly told not to. Curious as she might have been she only glanced up the stairs from where she was before her attention was stolen away by her uncle’s brief passing. He pointed her off toward the main estate before making his way upstairs. Sighing in his departure she took a moment more to steal a second grape, popping the fruit between her lips only to have a fright threaten to lodge the bulbous mouthful in her throat. Whipping around she faced her cousin as she caught the grape between her teeth. Holding it in place just long enough for her jaw to drop. Evie had definitely gone all out for the occasion. It almost made her wonder if perhaps she should have opted for something flashier herself.
Pushing the grape into her cheek she let it rest there as she responded to her cousin’s greeting. “There are too many people up there as is. I think if I even showed my face my head would be ripped from my body.” Chewing the grape at long last she eventually finished it up and swallowed before smirking slightly at the mention of the Princes. “I think we are in the wrong place for that. Though come to think of it we have been directed to the estate by our uncle. To the solar to greet guests and stare at food we cannot eat.” There was a mock humor there before she stepped up and wrapped her arm with Evie’s, pulling her along with her. Lately it felt as though she was closer with her than even her own sisters, so it made sense to congregate together.
“You look beautiful today. Is Emilios the one you’re hoping to impress or has someone else inspired you to such greatness?” The question came complete with the playful pluck of her fingers upon the lacy fabric that gave the illusion of exposing her leg. Giggling she turned her face to her cousins arm and bowed her head into her shoulder for a brief moment before leaning close to whisper in her ear. “I think dressed like that you’re quite able to steal any set of eyes you wish.” The giggle bubbled forth once more, leaving her lips alive with the tingle of their passing. Guiding her out the door and toward the path that would take them from one estate to the next. Leaving behind whatever dramatic affair was happening upstairs to make their way to their Uncle’s grand abode.
The time it took them to walk from one to the next would give them more than enough freedom to chat about the day ahead of them. “So do you think everything will go perfectly to plan?” Imma turned her dark eyes on her cousin for a moment before she hummed into her following thoughts. “It will be a little bit of a pity to have yet another eligible Prince married off. Ironically they’ve all gone to my sisters.” There was a humorous little expression offered as if to say, who would have thought, before she laughed. Everyone. Absolutely everyone would have been able to predict that. It was her mother’s one true goal, to marry each of her daughters off to some form of royalty. Unfortunately they were running out of men for all of them to vy for.
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The estate was nonstop activity or so it seemed. Something upstairs was causing quite the scene, but she knew better than to go where she was expressly told not to. Curious as she might have been she only glanced up the stairs from where she was before her attention was stolen away by her uncle’s brief passing. He pointed her off toward the main estate before making his way upstairs. Sighing in his departure she took a moment more to steal a second grape, popping the fruit between her lips only to have a fright threaten to lodge the bulbous mouthful in her throat. Whipping around she faced her cousin as she caught the grape between her teeth. Holding it in place just long enough for her jaw to drop. Evie had definitely gone all out for the occasion. It almost made her wonder if perhaps she should have opted for something flashier herself.
Pushing the grape into her cheek she let it rest there as she responded to her cousin’s greeting. “There are too many people up there as is. I think if I even showed my face my head would be ripped from my body.” Chewing the grape at long last she eventually finished it up and swallowed before smirking slightly at the mention of the Princes. “I think we are in the wrong place for that. Though come to think of it we have been directed to the estate by our uncle. To the solar to greet guests and stare at food we cannot eat.” There was a mock humor there before she stepped up and wrapped her arm with Evie’s, pulling her along with her. Lately it felt as though she was closer with her than even her own sisters, so it made sense to congregate together.
“You look beautiful today. Is Emilios the one you’re hoping to impress or has someone else inspired you to such greatness?” The question came complete with the playful pluck of her fingers upon the lacy fabric that gave the illusion of exposing her leg. Giggling she turned her face to her cousins arm and bowed her head into her shoulder for a brief moment before leaning close to whisper in her ear. “I think dressed like that you’re quite able to steal any set of eyes you wish.” The giggle bubbled forth once more, leaving her lips alive with the tingle of their passing. Guiding her out the door and toward the path that would take them from one estate to the next. Leaving behind whatever dramatic affair was happening upstairs to make their way to their Uncle’s grand abode.
The time it took them to walk from one to the next would give them more than enough freedom to chat about the day ahead of them. “So do you think everything will go perfectly to plan?” Imma turned her dark eyes on her cousin for a moment before she hummed into her following thoughts. “It will be a little bit of a pity to have yet another eligible Prince married off. Ironically they’ve all gone to my sisters.” There was a humorous little expression offered as if to say, who would have thought, before she laughed. Everyone. Absolutely everyone would have been able to predict that. It was her mother’s one true goal, to marry each of her daughters off to some form of royalty. Unfortunately they were running out of men for all of them to vy for.
The estate was nonstop activity or so it seemed. Something upstairs was causing quite the scene, but she knew better than to go where she was expressly told not to. Curious as she might have been she only glanced up the stairs from where she was before her attention was stolen away by her uncle’s brief passing. He pointed her off toward the main estate before making his way upstairs. Sighing in his departure she took a moment more to steal a second grape, popping the fruit between her lips only to have a fright threaten to lodge the bulbous mouthful in her throat. Whipping around she faced her cousin as she caught the grape between her teeth. Holding it in place just long enough for her jaw to drop. Evie had definitely gone all out for the occasion. It almost made her wonder if perhaps she should have opted for something flashier herself.
Pushing the grape into her cheek she let it rest there as she responded to her cousin’s greeting. “There are too many people up there as is. I think if I even showed my face my head would be ripped from my body.” Chewing the grape at long last she eventually finished it up and swallowed before smirking slightly at the mention of the Princes. “I think we are in the wrong place for that. Though come to think of it we have been directed to the estate by our uncle. To the solar to greet guests and stare at food we cannot eat.” There was a mock humor there before she stepped up and wrapped her arm with Evie’s, pulling her along with her. Lately it felt as though she was closer with her than even her own sisters, so it made sense to congregate together.
“You look beautiful today. Is Emilios the one you’re hoping to impress or has someone else inspired you to such greatness?” The question came complete with the playful pluck of her fingers upon the lacy fabric that gave the illusion of exposing her leg. Giggling she turned her face to her cousins arm and bowed her head into her shoulder for a brief moment before leaning close to whisper in her ear. “I think dressed like that you’re quite able to steal any set of eyes you wish.” The giggle bubbled forth once more, leaving her lips alive with the tingle of their passing. Guiding her out the door and toward the path that would take them from one estate to the next. Leaving behind whatever dramatic affair was happening upstairs to make their way to their Uncle’s grand abode.
The time it took them to walk from one to the next would give them more than enough freedom to chat about the day ahead of them. “So do you think everything will go perfectly to plan?” Imma turned her dark eyes on her cousin for a moment before she hummed into her following thoughts. “It will be a little bit of a pity to have yet another eligible Prince married off. Ironically they’ve all gone to my sisters.” There was a humorous little expression offered as if to say, who would have thought, before she laughed. Everyone. Absolutely everyone would have been able to predict that. It was her mother’s one true goal, to marry each of her daughters off to some form of royalty. Unfortunately they were running out of men for all of them to vy for.
Plucking off a small handful of grapes off the bunch, slanting her gaze at Imma as an amused smile drew across her lips. Imma was entirely right. Being upstairs amongst all the chaos of Aunt Evelli would be the easiest way for your head and body to part ways. The entire household had been roaring for the last couple of weeks. This week her own family had come in from Acharist to help where they could. Of course, that had lessened a lot of tension that had been building up in Evie… there was something therapeutic about being able to see her brother and parents. It was almost like being home. Almost.
“Oh, well then… let’s make our way over.” She placed the last grape from the small handful that she’s snatched into her mouth and grabbed another small handful to take with. “I thought Nana would have been down here and on top of things already. Have you seen her this morning?”
Poking another grape into her mouth, she rolled it around in her mouth before biting into it and letting the soft, juicy flesh linger on her tongue. She’d better pace herself on the food or by the feast this evening, she would be as bloated as Lady Gerapoulou. How she’d managed to marry one of the Leventi’s vassal lords was still a mystery to Evangelina. Evie was fairly certain the woman was starting to grow a mustache just above her upper lip. Giving an unconscious shiver, she poked another grape in her mouth.
‘You look beautiful today. Is Emilios the one you’re hoping to impress or has someone else inspired you to such greatness?’ Imma snatched the bit of racy lace as she teased her causing Evie to dance a little side with a laugh. The pint-sized brunette was pulled back in as Imma whispered, ‘I think dressed like that you’re quite able to steal any set of eyes you wish.’ That caused another throaty laugh to escape from her.
“Emilios? No. Someone else? Hmmm… Maybe.” Her dark eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief as she smiled and looked away. Maybe she had dressed a bit for someone else? Then again, maybe she’d done it for herself. To prove that she could stand next to her cousins and not simply fade into the background like a vase with flowers starting to wilt. Leaning back conspiratorially, Evie murmured, “I suppose only time will tell what my reasons are…”
Her hand reached up and gave a small gentle tug on the gown’s bodice. She felt entirely too exposed but she’d get used to it. She hoped. “I just hope this dress doesn’t turn out to be an entirely bad idea. It’s going to be a long day and my record with keeping gowns intact is not stellar, and there isn’t a lot to lose on this gown already,” She added as an afterthought.
“Everything go as planned? When does that ever happen?” Evie sighed softly and shook her head, “No. I don’t think everything will go as planned… I mean I hope it does but... After all the work we’ve all put into this wedding but I can’t help feeling like the shoe is about to drop… or there is impending doom approaching.” She bit her lip and added quietly to Imma, “Every night this week I keep having this same dream and it’s my wedding and I look over during the ceremony to see who it is I am marrying and I wake up. My heart racing and my sheets are tangled, and I am a nasty sweaty mess. I’ll be glad when this day is over with… and we can move on away from marriages and weddings for a while.”
Tilting her head upwards to the sun she frowned, Imma was right. The princes were starting to diminish… the marriageable men, in general, were starting to diminish. Her mind drifted to her thoughts. She’d think about all of that later… tomorrow. Tomorrow would be a good day to sort out her thoughts. Glancing sideways at Imma, “Then we shall have to up our game unless we wish to be spinsters, no?”
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Plucking off a small handful of grapes off the bunch, slanting her gaze at Imma as an amused smile drew across her lips. Imma was entirely right. Being upstairs amongst all the chaos of Aunt Evelli would be the easiest way for your head and body to part ways. The entire household had been roaring for the last couple of weeks. This week her own family had come in from Acharist to help where they could. Of course, that had lessened a lot of tension that had been building up in Evie… there was something therapeutic about being able to see her brother and parents. It was almost like being home. Almost.
“Oh, well then… let’s make our way over.” She placed the last grape from the small handful that she’s snatched into her mouth and grabbed another small handful to take with. “I thought Nana would have been down here and on top of things already. Have you seen her this morning?”
Poking another grape into her mouth, she rolled it around in her mouth before biting into it and letting the soft, juicy flesh linger on her tongue. She’d better pace herself on the food or by the feast this evening, she would be as bloated as Lady Gerapoulou. How she’d managed to marry one of the Leventi’s vassal lords was still a mystery to Evangelina. Evie was fairly certain the woman was starting to grow a mustache just above her upper lip. Giving an unconscious shiver, she poked another grape in her mouth.
‘You look beautiful today. Is Emilios the one you’re hoping to impress or has someone else inspired you to such greatness?’ Imma snatched the bit of racy lace as she teased her causing Evie to dance a little side with a laugh. The pint-sized brunette was pulled back in as Imma whispered, ‘I think dressed like that you’re quite able to steal any set of eyes you wish.’ That caused another throaty laugh to escape from her.
“Emilios? No. Someone else? Hmmm… Maybe.” Her dark eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief as she smiled and looked away. Maybe she had dressed a bit for someone else? Then again, maybe she’d done it for herself. To prove that she could stand next to her cousins and not simply fade into the background like a vase with flowers starting to wilt. Leaning back conspiratorially, Evie murmured, “I suppose only time will tell what my reasons are…”
Her hand reached up and gave a small gentle tug on the gown’s bodice. She felt entirely too exposed but she’d get used to it. She hoped. “I just hope this dress doesn’t turn out to be an entirely bad idea. It’s going to be a long day and my record with keeping gowns intact is not stellar, and there isn’t a lot to lose on this gown already,” She added as an afterthought.
“Everything go as planned? When does that ever happen?” Evie sighed softly and shook her head, “No. I don’t think everything will go as planned… I mean I hope it does but... After all the work we’ve all put into this wedding but I can’t help feeling like the shoe is about to drop… or there is impending doom approaching.” She bit her lip and added quietly to Imma, “Every night this week I keep having this same dream and it’s my wedding and I look over during the ceremony to see who it is I am marrying and I wake up. My heart racing and my sheets are tangled, and I am a nasty sweaty mess. I’ll be glad when this day is over with… and we can move on away from marriages and weddings for a while.”
Tilting her head upwards to the sun she frowned, Imma was right. The princes were starting to diminish… the marriageable men, in general, were starting to diminish. Her mind drifted to her thoughts. She’d think about all of that later… tomorrow. Tomorrow would be a good day to sort out her thoughts. Glancing sideways at Imma, “Then we shall have to up our game unless we wish to be spinsters, no?”
Plucking off a small handful of grapes off the bunch, slanting her gaze at Imma as an amused smile drew across her lips. Imma was entirely right. Being upstairs amongst all the chaos of Aunt Evelli would be the easiest way for your head and body to part ways. The entire household had been roaring for the last couple of weeks. This week her own family had come in from Acharist to help where they could. Of course, that had lessened a lot of tension that had been building up in Evie… there was something therapeutic about being able to see her brother and parents. It was almost like being home. Almost.
“Oh, well then… let’s make our way over.” She placed the last grape from the small handful that she’s snatched into her mouth and grabbed another small handful to take with. “I thought Nana would have been down here and on top of things already. Have you seen her this morning?”
Poking another grape into her mouth, she rolled it around in her mouth before biting into it and letting the soft, juicy flesh linger on her tongue. She’d better pace herself on the food or by the feast this evening, she would be as bloated as Lady Gerapoulou. How she’d managed to marry one of the Leventi’s vassal lords was still a mystery to Evangelina. Evie was fairly certain the woman was starting to grow a mustache just above her upper lip. Giving an unconscious shiver, she poked another grape in her mouth.
‘You look beautiful today. Is Emilios the one you’re hoping to impress or has someone else inspired you to such greatness?’ Imma snatched the bit of racy lace as she teased her causing Evie to dance a little side with a laugh. The pint-sized brunette was pulled back in as Imma whispered, ‘I think dressed like that you’re quite able to steal any set of eyes you wish.’ That caused another throaty laugh to escape from her.
“Emilios? No. Someone else? Hmmm… Maybe.” Her dark eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief as she smiled and looked away. Maybe she had dressed a bit for someone else? Then again, maybe she’d done it for herself. To prove that she could stand next to her cousins and not simply fade into the background like a vase with flowers starting to wilt. Leaning back conspiratorially, Evie murmured, “I suppose only time will tell what my reasons are…”
Her hand reached up and gave a small gentle tug on the gown’s bodice. She felt entirely too exposed but she’d get used to it. She hoped. “I just hope this dress doesn’t turn out to be an entirely bad idea. It’s going to be a long day and my record with keeping gowns intact is not stellar, and there isn’t a lot to lose on this gown already,” She added as an afterthought.
“Everything go as planned? When does that ever happen?” Evie sighed softly and shook her head, “No. I don’t think everything will go as planned… I mean I hope it does but... After all the work we’ve all put into this wedding but I can’t help feeling like the shoe is about to drop… or there is impending doom approaching.” She bit her lip and added quietly to Imma, “Every night this week I keep having this same dream and it’s my wedding and I look over during the ceremony to see who it is I am marrying and I wake up. My heart racing and my sheets are tangled, and I am a nasty sweaty mess. I’ll be glad when this day is over with… and we can move on away from marriages and weddings for a while.”
Tilting her head upwards to the sun she frowned, Imma was right. The princes were starting to diminish… the marriageable men, in general, were starting to diminish. Her mind drifted to her thoughts. She’d think about all of that later… tomorrow. Tomorrow would be a good day to sort out her thoughts. Glancing sideways at Imma, “Then we shall have to up our game unless we wish to be spinsters, no?”
Waiting was an impossible task for Irakles. A man always in motion, busy even when he was past the age of retirement, left to his own devices to wait for other's always irritated him. So when Achilleas finally made his arrival (of which Irakles had been only waiting a grand total of fifteen minutes), the man's eyes were clearly annoyed when his son tossed him a morning greeting. The elder offspring's quick confirmation that all is in order had Irakles pausing for a moment, a rare chance for Achilleas to catch him off guard. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that his eldest son was now thirty two and getting married, for it only seemed not too long ago that he watched the nursemaid carry the squalling child to him for his viewing.
But the quicker the better. This marriage was a long time coming, and Achilleas was past due the age to be married.
Nodding satisfactorily and granting the elder one no words as a response, a perfunctory nod was more then anyone ever got when it came to approval from Irakles. Far from ready to move on however, the two were left to wait even longer for it seemed his youngest son spent his own time to get ready. Irritation coursed through him, and Irakles's eyes flashed when Myrto made her way down.
"And is Emilios ready?" he growled out. His wife, gentle of nature as she was, merely shook her head, but sidestepped towards Achilleas in her bid to get away from the male's growing irritation. A large part of the irritation did come from the growing discomfort in his chest and the lingering headache from the lack of sleep Irakles had been struggling with as his chest pain's disturbed his rest. To admit that however, would make him seem weak, and the Gods forbid that ever happen. So Irakles played his irritation off as something that came from Emilios's lateness, and it was obvious the moment the youngest one descended the stairs. His words made it clear that he's heard his brother's response to him, yet it was the fact that Emilios was the last to arrive that irked at the elder male.
"Wake up earlier next time if you are unable to quickly get your preparations ready Emilios. You aren't even the groom." the man growled, as he waved a hand for the servants to head and get their carriage ready. "Gods know if this is a precedent, you may have to stay up all night to prepare yourself for your own wedding.
Without another glance for his two sons, and not bothering to wait for Myrto, he casted a glance up at Meena standing behind the two girls, giving her a nod before sweeping towards the main entrance where a carriage waited with two stallions. Aeneus stood at the head of the procession, and it was the grand former warhorse's reins that Irakles took, waving at Achilleas and Emilios to take the other steeds and ride on either side of the carriage. The servants hurried to open the carriage door for Myrto, a duty that Irakles had long abandoned.
Getting on with little difficulty (an action he had performed daily during his time spent in campaigns), Irakles merely gave one last perfunctory glance over at the carriage, his two sons abreast with the carriage, and two more servants following with the remaining dowry he was to present to the Leventi house in exchange for their daughter's hand in marriage, as well as the flowing white chiton and cloak of Mikaelidas colors Achilleas was supposed to wear after their ceremonious bath at the temple of the Gods.
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Waiting was an impossible task for Irakles. A man always in motion, busy even when he was past the age of retirement, left to his own devices to wait for other's always irritated him. So when Achilleas finally made his arrival (of which Irakles had been only waiting a grand total of fifteen minutes), the man's eyes were clearly annoyed when his son tossed him a morning greeting. The elder offspring's quick confirmation that all is in order had Irakles pausing for a moment, a rare chance for Achilleas to catch him off guard. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that his eldest son was now thirty two and getting married, for it only seemed not too long ago that he watched the nursemaid carry the squalling child to him for his viewing.
But the quicker the better. This marriage was a long time coming, and Achilleas was past due the age to be married.
Nodding satisfactorily and granting the elder one no words as a response, a perfunctory nod was more then anyone ever got when it came to approval from Irakles. Far from ready to move on however, the two were left to wait even longer for it seemed his youngest son spent his own time to get ready. Irritation coursed through him, and Irakles's eyes flashed when Myrto made her way down.
"And is Emilios ready?" he growled out. His wife, gentle of nature as she was, merely shook her head, but sidestepped towards Achilleas in her bid to get away from the male's growing irritation. A large part of the irritation did come from the growing discomfort in his chest and the lingering headache from the lack of sleep Irakles had been struggling with as his chest pain's disturbed his rest. To admit that however, would make him seem weak, and the Gods forbid that ever happen. So Irakles played his irritation off as something that came from Emilios's lateness, and it was obvious the moment the youngest one descended the stairs. His words made it clear that he's heard his brother's response to him, yet it was the fact that Emilios was the last to arrive that irked at the elder male.
"Wake up earlier next time if you are unable to quickly get your preparations ready Emilios. You aren't even the groom." the man growled, as he waved a hand for the servants to head and get their carriage ready. "Gods know if this is a precedent, you may have to stay up all night to prepare yourself for your own wedding.
Without another glance for his two sons, and not bothering to wait for Myrto, he casted a glance up at Meena standing behind the two girls, giving her a nod before sweeping towards the main entrance where a carriage waited with two stallions. Aeneus stood at the head of the procession, and it was the grand former warhorse's reins that Irakles took, waving at Achilleas and Emilios to take the other steeds and ride on either side of the carriage. The servants hurried to open the carriage door for Myrto, a duty that Irakles had long abandoned.
Getting on with little difficulty (an action he had performed daily during his time spent in campaigns), Irakles merely gave one last perfunctory glance over at the carriage, his two sons abreast with the carriage, and two more servants following with the remaining dowry he was to present to the Leventi house in exchange for their daughter's hand in marriage, as well as the flowing white chiton and cloak of Mikaelidas colors Achilleas was supposed to wear after their ceremonious bath at the temple of the Gods.
Waiting was an impossible task for Irakles. A man always in motion, busy even when he was past the age of retirement, left to his own devices to wait for other's always irritated him. So when Achilleas finally made his arrival (of which Irakles had been only waiting a grand total of fifteen minutes), the man's eyes were clearly annoyed when his son tossed him a morning greeting. The elder offspring's quick confirmation that all is in order had Irakles pausing for a moment, a rare chance for Achilleas to catch him off guard. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that his eldest son was now thirty two and getting married, for it only seemed not too long ago that he watched the nursemaid carry the squalling child to him for his viewing.
But the quicker the better. This marriage was a long time coming, and Achilleas was past due the age to be married.
Nodding satisfactorily and granting the elder one no words as a response, a perfunctory nod was more then anyone ever got when it came to approval from Irakles. Far from ready to move on however, the two were left to wait even longer for it seemed his youngest son spent his own time to get ready. Irritation coursed through him, and Irakles's eyes flashed when Myrto made her way down.
"And is Emilios ready?" he growled out. His wife, gentle of nature as she was, merely shook her head, but sidestepped towards Achilleas in her bid to get away from the male's growing irritation. A large part of the irritation did come from the growing discomfort in his chest and the lingering headache from the lack of sleep Irakles had been struggling with as his chest pain's disturbed his rest. To admit that however, would make him seem weak, and the Gods forbid that ever happen. So Irakles played his irritation off as something that came from Emilios's lateness, and it was obvious the moment the youngest one descended the stairs. His words made it clear that he's heard his brother's response to him, yet it was the fact that Emilios was the last to arrive that irked at the elder male.
"Wake up earlier next time if you are unable to quickly get your preparations ready Emilios. You aren't even the groom." the man growled, as he waved a hand for the servants to head and get their carriage ready. "Gods know if this is a precedent, you may have to stay up all night to prepare yourself for your own wedding.
Without another glance for his two sons, and not bothering to wait for Myrto, he casted a glance up at Meena standing behind the two girls, giving her a nod before sweeping towards the main entrance where a carriage waited with two stallions. Aeneus stood at the head of the procession, and it was the grand former warhorse's reins that Irakles took, waving at Achilleas and Emilios to take the other steeds and ride on either side of the carriage. The servants hurried to open the carriage door for Myrto, a duty that Irakles had long abandoned.
Getting on with little difficulty (an action he had performed daily during his time spent in campaigns), Irakles merely gave one last perfunctory glance over at the carriage, his two sons abreast with the carriage, and two more servants following with the remaining dowry he was to present to the Leventi house in exchange for their daughter's hand in marriage, as well as the flowing white chiton and cloak of Mikaelidas colors Achilleas was supposed to wear after their ceremonious bath at the temple of the Gods.