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In the last day since the court had met and then adjourned on a sour note, Xene had settled back into a routine of staring into her wine goblet. Then she would attempt to work on some musical composition or missive before growing somewhat frustrated and simply settling down into the quiet. Her ladies came and went, though she didn't feel entirely conversational.
Admittedly, her mind had been whirling through the events of the last week. Her embarrassment with Fotios, her meeting with Achilleas and her attempt to see her brother during his house arrest. Then there was the court where she had been forced to take drastic action and shame a couple of the nobles for their bad behavior in sight of an important foreign dignitary. The princess felt as if she had gotten very little done by way of socializing, save for greeting the many lords and ladies that had attended court before and after, while in the gardens.
But one thing Xene found that bothered her the most, was her lack of conversation with the merchant who had been standing beside Nana of Leventi. Of whom Xene had keen interest in but had been interrupted before she could truly start any form of conversation. That alone was the most disappointing part of court for her, and settled alone in her rooms, she made the snap decision to change the course of that event.
She would have her meeting with him, Xene decided.
So a letter was sent out by way of one of her ladies. It requested the presence of one Basilides, a man who she had met a while back during some festival planning when he worked with an entertainment troupe that was performing in the festival. Curiosity burned in her as she debated what had happened to the troupe and why he was in the Capitol alone, but all of that could be answered simply by her asking him straight out.
Having given him a time in which to meet her (noon), and where to meet her (in the Palati gardens), Xene prepared herself for the meeting. Dressed in a soft yellow chiton with royal blue embroidery and an equally dramatic sash around her waist, Xene took considerable time working on her hair until it was immaculately braided and curled. For all intents and purposes, no one would ever tell that she had long steeped herself in depression over her brothers and her father.
With Heron trailing silently behind her, Xene navigated through the halls of the palati, her cat hot on her heels and mewling up at her. Pausing to pick Agathe up into her arms, the feline climbed her way up into Xene's shoulders, pressing into her neck and purring loudly as the trio stepped out into the gardens. Xene's steps brought her to the garden's fountain and she settled down on the stone wall, reaching up to scratch the feline's head. Her gaze settled to the sky, the gorgeous blue marred by clouds. It smelled as if rain were coming… but Xene couldn't find it in herself to feel too concerned about it yet.
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In the last day since the court had met and then adjourned on a sour note, Xene had settled back into a routine of staring into her wine goblet. Then she would attempt to work on some musical composition or missive before growing somewhat frustrated and simply settling down into the quiet. Her ladies came and went, though she didn't feel entirely conversational.
Admittedly, her mind had been whirling through the events of the last week. Her embarrassment with Fotios, her meeting with Achilleas and her attempt to see her brother during his house arrest. Then there was the court where she had been forced to take drastic action and shame a couple of the nobles for their bad behavior in sight of an important foreign dignitary. The princess felt as if she had gotten very little done by way of socializing, save for greeting the many lords and ladies that had attended court before and after, while in the gardens.
But one thing Xene found that bothered her the most, was her lack of conversation with the merchant who had been standing beside Nana of Leventi. Of whom Xene had keen interest in but had been interrupted before she could truly start any form of conversation. That alone was the most disappointing part of court for her, and settled alone in her rooms, she made the snap decision to change the course of that event.
She would have her meeting with him, Xene decided.
So a letter was sent out by way of one of her ladies. It requested the presence of one Basilides, a man who she had met a while back during some festival planning when he worked with an entertainment troupe that was performing in the festival. Curiosity burned in her as she debated what had happened to the troupe and why he was in the Capitol alone, but all of that could be answered simply by her asking him straight out.
Having given him a time in which to meet her (noon), and where to meet her (in the Palati gardens), Xene prepared herself for the meeting. Dressed in a soft yellow chiton with royal blue embroidery and an equally dramatic sash around her waist, Xene took considerable time working on her hair until it was immaculately braided and curled. For all intents and purposes, no one would ever tell that she had long steeped herself in depression over her brothers and her father.
With Heron trailing silently behind her, Xene navigated through the halls of the palati, her cat hot on her heels and mewling up at her. Pausing to pick Agathe up into her arms, the feline climbed her way up into Xene's shoulders, pressing into her neck and purring loudly as the trio stepped out into the gardens. Xene's steps brought her to the garden's fountain and she settled down on the stone wall, reaching up to scratch the feline's head. Her gaze settled to the sky, the gorgeous blue marred by clouds. It smelled as if rain were coming… but Xene couldn't find it in herself to feel too concerned about it yet.
In the last day since the court had met and then adjourned on a sour note, Xene had settled back into a routine of staring into her wine goblet. Then she would attempt to work on some musical composition or missive before growing somewhat frustrated and simply settling down into the quiet. Her ladies came and went, though she didn't feel entirely conversational.
Admittedly, her mind had been whirling through the events of the last week. Her embarrassment with Fotios, her meeting with Achilleas and her attempt to see her brother during his house arrest. Then there was the court where she had been forced to take drastic action and shame a couple of the nobles for their bad behavior in sight of an important foreign dignitary. The princess felt as if she had gotten very little done by way of socializing, save for greeting the many lords and ladies that had attended court before and after, while in the gardens.
But one thing Xene found that bothered her the most, was her lack of conversation with the merchant who had been standing beside Nana of Leventi. Of whom Xene had keen interest in but had been interrupted before she could truly start any form of conversation. That alone was the most disappointing part of court for her, and settled alone in her rooms, she made the snap decision to change the course of that event.
She would have her meeting with him, Xene decided.
So a letter was sent out by way of one of her ladies. It requested the presence of one Basilides, a man who she had met a while back during some festival planning when he worked with an entertainment troupe that was performing in the festival. Curiosity burned in her as she debated what had happened to the troupe and why he was in the Capitol alone, but all of that could be answered simply by her asking him straight out.
Having given him a time in which to meet her (noon), and where to meet her (in the Palati gardens), Xene prepared herself for the meeting. Dressed in a soft yellow chiton with royal blue embroidery and an equally dramatic sash around her waist, Xene took considerable time working on her hair until it was immaculately braided and curled. For all intents and purposes, no one would ever tell that she had long steeped herself in depression over her brothers and her father.
With Heron trailing silently behind her, Xene navigated through the halls of the palati, her cat hot on her heels and mewling up at her. Pausing to pick Agathe up into her arms, the feline climbed her way up into Xene's shoulders, pressing into her neck and purring loudly as the trio stepped out into the gardens. Xene's steps brought her to the garden's fountain and she settled down on the stone wall, reaching up to scratch the feline's head. Her gaze settled to the sky, the gorgeous blue marred by clouds. It smelled as if rain were coming… but Xene couldn't find it in herself to feel too concerned about it yet.
In the weeks since the disbandment of the Children of Mnemosyne, Basilides felt much like a sail whose main line had been cut. With the troupe holding taut onto his life, he had certainty and direction. Life was rather predictable - rehearse, perform, move, repeat.
At night, even, he had the certainty of having Zephyrus fall asleep in his arms, no matter where in the world they may have traveled. Now, with that line severed - no troupe, no lover, no predictability - he felt as though he were fluttering in the wind, doing many things but not entirely certain if he was in fact moving forward.
First, it was reuniting with the House Leventi and becoming the main provider for the impending wedding between Lady Theo and Lord Achilleas. This led to his attendance at court in honor of an Egyptian delegation's arrival, which ended up not even being the most excitement of the night as his patron for the evening was doused in wine and left early, leaving him to fend for himself only for the court to be cut short.
Then, he received a missive from his brother Maxios who dropped the name of a Judean merchant he had come across before returning to Acaris who was seeking connections in a very lucrative indigo trade, along with other rare African pigments to be used as dyes and in artwork.
Beneath all of this, he felt growing concern in the sharp silence that had fallen between him and his lover. Never in their three years of tumult had the gone for so long without conversing, no matter how horrid their fights.
When Basilides had returned to the tavern where their things had been, only some of Zephyrus' belongings remained and all the coin was gone. His once-lover had expressed his desire to return to Athenia, but without leaving a letter? It was unusual.
Between all the excitement and involvement he now had with the higher classes, Basilides still made time to go to the docks, spending several evenings in a row going through ships logs of the past month, scouring the records for any sign of Zephyrus boarding an Athenian-bound ship. So far, nothing.
With each passing day, dread sunk in a little deeper. Convinced at first that he could offer himself enough distraction with this new social life to forget about Zeph, nightfall always reminded him just how alone he truly was.
The missive from Princess Xene of Mikaelidas was a surprise.
With a very specific time and location addressed, Basilides managed to set aside any planned work for that day within the Guild to be in attendance. Kitted up in a pale knee-length chiton and a dark blue and silver himation draped across one shoulder and pinned at the chest, he arrived at the gate and was permitted entrance.
On the day of the court session, he had only seen the main entry and the gallery itself, opting to return to the boarding house as the event moved to the gardens. Through the windows on that night it had been dotted with small lamps and lanterns. In the light of day, it was a brilliant array of colors dotted through greenery.
When his eyes lighted on the Princess, he found himself imagining her as a daffodil having come to light, like the tales of nymphs disguising themselves as the nature around them to observe the lives of mortals.
The thought brought a smile to his lips as he bowed deeply upon the usher's announcement of arrival, "Your Highness, Master Basilides of Acaris has arrived. Sir, may I present, Her Royal Highness, Princess Xene of Mikaelidas."
"Your Highness," he greeted, his voice deep in reverence to her, "It is a divine pleasure to see you again."
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In the weeks since the disbandment of the Children of Mnemosyne, Basilides felt much like a sail whose main line had been cut. With the troupe holding taut onto his life, he had certainty and direction. Life was rather predictable - rehearse, perform, move, repeat.
At night, even, he had the certainty of having Zephyrus fall asleep in his arms, no matter where in the world they may have traveled. Now, with that line severed - no troupe, no lover, no predictability - he felt as though he were fluttering in the wind, doing many things but not entirely certain if he was in fact moving forward.
First, it was reuniting with the House Leventi and becoming the main provider for the impending wedding between Lady Theo and Lord Achilleas. This led to his attendance at court in honor of an Egyptian delegation's arrival, which ended up not even being the most excitement of the night as his patron for the evening was doused in wine and left early, leaving him to fend for himself only for the court to be cut short.
Then, he received a missive from his brother Maxios who dropped the name of a Judean merchant he had come across before returning to Acaris who was seeking connections in a very lucrative indigo trade, along with other rare African pigments to be used as dyes and in artwork.
Beneath all of this, he felt growing concern in the sharp silence that had fallen between him and his lover. Never in their three years of tumult had the gone for so long without conversing, no matter how horrid their fights.
When Basilides had returned to the tavern where their things had been, only some of Zephyrus' belongings remained and all the coin was gone. His once-lover had expressed his desire to return to Athenia, but without leaving a letter? It was unusual.
Between all the excitement and involvement he now had with the higher classes, Basilides still made time to go to the docks, spending several evenings in a row going through ships logs of the past month, scouring the records for any sign of Zephyrus boarding an Athenian-bound ship. So far, nothing.
With each passing day, dread sunk in a little deeper. Convinced at first that he could offer himself enough distraction with this new social life to forget about Zeph, nightfall always reminded him just how alone he truly was.
The missive from Princess Xene of Mikaelidas was a surprise.
With a very specific time and location addressed, Basilides managed to set aside any planned work for that day within the Guild to be in attendance. Kitted up in a pale knee-length chiton and a dark blue and silver himation draped across one shoulder and pinned at the chest, he arrived at the gate and was permitted entrance.
On the day of the court session, he had only seen the main entry and the gallery itself, opting to return to the boarding house as the event moved to the gardens. Through the windows on that night it had been dotted with small lamps and lanterns. In the light of day, it was a brilliant array of colors dotted through greenery.
When his eyes lighted on the Princess, he found himself imagining her as a daffodil having come to light, like the tales of nymphs disguising themselves as the nature around them to observe the lives of mortals.
The thought brought a smile to his lips as he bowed deeply upon the usher's announcement of arrival, "Your Highness, Master Basilides of Acaris has arrived. Sir, may I present, Her Royal Highness, Princess Xene of Mikaelidas."
"Your Highness," he greeted, his voice deep in reverence to her, "It is a divine pleasure to see you again."
In the weeks since the disbandment of the Children of Mnemosyne, Basilides felt much like a sail whose main line had been cut. With the troupe holding taut onto his life, he had certainty and direction. Life was rather predictable - rehearse, perform, move, repeat.
At night, even, he had the certainty of having Zephyrus fall asleep in his arms, no matter where in the world they may have traveled. Now, with that line severed - no troupe, no lover, no predictability - he felt as though he were fluttering in the wind, doing many things but not entirely certain if he was in fact moving forward.
First, it was reuniting with the House Leventi and becoming the main provider for the impending wedding between Lady Theo and Lord Achilleas. This led to his attendance at court in honor of an Egyptian delegation's arrival, which ended up not even being the most excitement of the night as his patron for the evening was doused in wine and left early, leaving him to fend for himself only for the court to be cut short.
Then, he received a missive from his brother Maxios who dropped the name of a Judean merchant he had come across before returning to Acaris who was seeking connections in a very lucrative indigo trade, along with other rare African pigments to be used as dyes and in artwork.
Beneath all of this, he felt growing concern in the sharp silence that had fallen between him and his lover. Never in their three years of tumult had the gone for so long without conversing, no matter how horrid their fights.
When Basilides had returned to the tavern where their things had been, only some of Zephyrus' belongings remained and all the coin was gone. His once-lover had expressed his desire to return to Athenia, but without leaving a letter? It was unusual.
Between all the excitement and involvement he now had with the higher classes, Basilides still made time to go to the docks, spending several evenings in a row going through ships logs of the past month, scouring the records for any sign of Zephyrus boarding an Athenian-bound ship. So far, nothing.
With each passing day, dread sunk in a little deeper. Convinced at first that he could offer himself enough distraction with this new social life to forget about Zeph, nightfall always reminded him just how alone he truly was.
The missive from Princess Xene of Mikaelidas was a surprise.
With a very specific time and location addressed, Basilides managed to set aside any planned work for that day within the Guild to be in attendance. Kitted up in a pale knee-length chiton and a dark blue and silver himation draped across one shoulder and pinned at the chest, he arrived at the gate and was permitted entrance.
On the day of the court session, he had only seen the main entry and the gallery itself, opting to return to the boarding house as the event moved to the gardens. Through the windows on that night it had been dotted with small lamps and lanterns. In the light of day, it was a brilliant array of colors dotted through greenery.
When his eyes lighted on the Princess, he found himself imagining her as a daffodil having come to light, like the tales of nymphs disguising themselves as the nature around them to observe the lives of mortals.
The thought brought a smile to his lips as he bowed deeply upon the usher's announcement of arrival, "Your Highness, Master Basilides of Acaris has arrived. Sir, may I present, Her Royal Highness, Princess Xene of Mikaelidas."
"Your Highness," he greeted, his voice deep in reverence to her, "It is a divine pleasure to see you again."
Xene had turned to watch the approach of her potential informant with an eyebrow lifted. He was an attractive man. One that Heron distanced himself, his gaze drifting to the usher. The guard crossed thick arms against his chest and gave him a pointed look. When the usher did not budge, Heron took one step forward. Xene's hand rested against Heron's shoulder as she looked around him and to the usher.
"You may be excused," she said lightly, pointedly, as if there were no reason for him to linger any further, "I wish to discuss my business alone with Basilides," she noted then, patting Heron's shoulder. "If you will, Heron," she added to the man. The soldier straightened up, turned, bowed, and then walked a number of paces away. Still in sight but not in earshot. He chased the escaping usher the whole way, effectively leaving the princess and Basilides alone for the time being.
With them alone, Xene turned her full attention to the merchant. Offering her arm to him, she motioned with her head for them to walk further into the gardens. "It is a pleasure to actually get to have a conversation with you, Basilides. I wanted to apologize for our little group being disbanded at court the other day," she said with a small smile, "I pray Lady Leventi's gown was salvagable? And my sister's, for that matter?" she questioned with a playful lilt to her voice.
The princess started to lead them further into the garden's, her golden hair catching a bit of the breeze. Agathe was held with one arm, her front paws draped over Xene's left shoulder. Xene's right arm had twined with Basilides'. The feline purred loudly, contentedly, not at all bothered by the jostling that came with walking along the well-worn garden path. "Have you found good company in the capitol, Basilides? I assume the Leventis are treating you with kindness?" she offered, not wanting to jump right into the meat of what she had wanted to speak with him about.
There would be a time and place and she was more likely to test the waters before she divulged any information of merit. Xene needed to know that she could trust the man but the only way to know for sure was to get to know him beyond just small, short meetings.
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Xene had turned to watch the approach of her potential informant with an eyebrow lifted. He was an attractive man. One that Heron distanced himself, his gaze drifting to the usher. The guard crossed thick arms against his chest and gave him a pointed look. When the usher did not budge, Heron took one step forward. Xene's hand rested against Heron's shoulder as she looked around him and to the usher.
"You may be excused," she said lightly, pointedly, as if there were no reason for him to linger any further, "I wish to discuss my business alone with Basilides," she noted then, patting Heron's shoulder. "If you will, Heron," she added to the man. The soldier straightened up, turned, bowed, and then walked a number of paces away. Still in sight but not in earshot. He chased the escaping usher the whole way, effectively leaving the princess and Basilides alone for the time being.
With them alone, Xene turned her full attention to the merchant. Offering her arm to him, she motioned with her head for them to walk further into the gardens. "It is a pleasure to actually get to have a conversation with you, Basilides. I wanted to apologize for our little group being disbanded at court the other day," she said with a small smile, "I pray Lady Leventi's gown was salvagable? And my sister's, for that matter?" she questioned with a playful lilt to her voice.
The princess started to lead them further into the garden's, her golden hair catching a bit of the breeze. Agathe was held with one arm, her front paws draped over Xene's left shoulder. Xene's right arm had twined with Basilides'. The feline purred loudly, contentedly, not at all bothered by the jostling that came with walking along the well-worn garden path. "Have you found good company in the capitol, Basilides? I assume the Leventis are treating you with kindness?" she offered, not wanting to jump right into the meat of what she had wanted to speak with him about.
There would be a time and place and she was more likely to test the waters before she divulged any information of merit. Xene needed to know that she could trust the man but the only way to know for sure was to get to know him beyond just small, short meetings.
Xene had turned to watch the approach of her potential informant with an eyebrow lifted. He was an attractive man. One that Heron distanced himself, his gaze drifting to the usher. The guard crossed thick arms against his chest and gave him a pointed look. When the usher did not budge, Heron took one step forward. Xene's hand rested against Heron's shoulder as she looked around him and to the usher.
"You may be excused," she said lightly, pointedly, as if there were no reason for him to linger any further, "I wish to discuss my business alone with Basilides," she noted then, patting Heron's shoulder. "If you will, Heron," she added to the man. The soldier straightened up, turned, bowed, and then walked a number of paces away. Still in sight but not in earshot. He chased the escaping usher the whole way, effectively leaving the princess and Basilides alone for the time being.
With them alone, Xene turned her full attention to the merchant. Offering her arm to him, she motioned with her head for them to walk further into the gardens. "It is a pleasure to actually get to have a conversation with you, Basilides. I wanted to apologize for our little group being disbanded at court the other day," she said with a small smile, "I pray Lady Leventi's gown was salvagable? And my sister's, for that matter?" she questioned with a playful lilt to her voice.
The princess started to lead them further into the garden's, her golden hair catching a bit of the breeze. Agathe was held with one arm, her front paws draped over Xene's left shoulder. Xene's right arm had twined with Basilides'. The feline purred loudly, contentedly, not at all bothered by the jostling that came with walking along the well-worn garden path. "Have you found good company in the capitol, Basilides? I assume the Leventis are treating you with kindness?" she offered, not wanting to jump right into the meat of what she had wanted to speak with him about.
There would be a time and place and she was more likely to test the waters before she divulged any information of merit. Xene needed to know that she could trust the man but the only way to know for sure was to get to know him beyond just small, short meetings.
As the Princess dismissed her escort, there was a slight bit of tension noted in minor shifts in expression. Basilides blinked slightly at it, noting it only from having heard Phineus coaching the players through showing emotion on stage in slight shifts and adjustments of the body and face. Beyond that, he had no idea what that was about. Just that it was something.
Once the other two had been dismissed, Basilides donned his soft smile and immediately accepted her arm, adjusting the angle of his elbow to accommodate for the distinct difference in their height. They set out through the gardens, his eyes flicking to the flowers that begged to be admired, to the pristinely placed paving stones before them, to the lovely hue of her gown, then to her lips as she spoked.
"If it cannot be saved, it can be replaced," he noted, an almost audible smile in his deep voice. "I fear the worst for Lady Nana's gown, unfortunately, and she grieves it. Though, I cannot deny that I have already sought a replacement for it to end her period of mourning." There was a slight humor in his voice that, while polite, seemed to express that they both knew the nature of their mutual friend and her interests in all things beautiful and lovely.
"From what I saw, Princess Gianna's gown may stand a better chance as survival," he mused, but then lightly offered, "If not, it would please me to offer her a replacement. If it pleases you."
It was an offer, not a sales pitch. Basilides understood the importance of time and place in such matters. After all, he highly doubted that the royal had summoned him here to replace her sister's gown.
...though, he did file that thought away in the back of his mind.
In fact, as he looked on her, he seemed to recognize that familiar expression, of biding time through smaller, lighter conversations before reaching a true purpose. The same could be seen in the dances the players did on the stage. A few simple steps, one after another, leading to a major lift or leap. It was necessary to prepare, on stage and in life, for those bigger moments. He did not know what for, but he did see the first steps forming.
"I have indeed, I am blessed in more ways than I deserve," he stated, nodding honestly at the answer, "The Leventis have had longstanding connections with my family out of Acaris for many years. I am all too happy to offer my assistance as needed." Most of that assistance was needed for the upcoming wedding, but as he was on the arm of the missing King Stephanos' sister, he thought it best not to mention such things. It was implied, but deftly avoided.
"I must admit, your Highness, that I have always enjoyed my stays in Vasiliadon, despite the usual brevity of the visits with the troupe. However, it was not conducive for making friends and social engagements." He gave her a soft, slightly sad smile before adding, "Though the dissolution of the Children of Mnemosyne was quite sad, it is nice to see a city for longer than a few days at a time. Yet, I still have the benefit of traveling as needed. It truly is the best of both worlds."
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As the Princess dismissed her escort, there was a slight bit of tension noted in minor shifts in expression. Basilides blinked slightly at it, noting it only from having heard Phineus coaching the players through showing emotion on stage in slight shifts and adjustments of the body and face. Beyond that, he had no idea what that was about. Just that it was something.
Once the other two had been dismissed, Basilides donned his soft smile and immediately accepted her arm, adjusting the angle of his elbow to accommodate for the distinct difference in their height. They set out through the gardens, his eyes flicking to the flowers that begged to be admired, to the pristinely placed paving stones before them, to the lovely hue of her gown, then to her lips as she spoked.
"If it cannot be saved, it can be replaced," he noted, an almost audible smile in his deep voice. "I fear the worst for Lady Nana's gown, unfortunately, and she grieves it. Though, I cannot deny that I have already sought a replacement for it to end her period of mourning." There was a slight humor in his voice that, while polite, seemed to express that they both knew the nature of their mutual friend and her interests in all things beautiful and lovely.
"From what I saw, Princess Gianna's gown may stand a better chance as survival," he mused, but then lightly offered, "If not, it would please me to offer her a replacement. If it pleases you."
It was an offer, not a sales pitch. Basilides understood the importance of time and place in such matters. After all, he highly doubted that the royal had summoned him here to replace her sister's gown.
...though, he did file that thought away in the back of his mind.
In fact, as he looked on her, he seemed to recognize that familiar expression, of biding time through smaller, lighter conversations before reaching a true purpose. The same could be seen in the dances the players did on the stage. A few simple steps, one after another, leading to a major lift or leap. It was necessary to prepare, on stage and in life, for those bigger moments. He did not know what for, but he did see the first steps forming.
"I have indeed, I am blessed in more ways than I deserve," he stated, nodding honestly at the answer, "The Leventis have had longstanding connections with my family out of Acaris for many years. I am all too happy to offer my assistance as needed." Most of that assistance was needed for the upcoming wedding, but as he was on the arm of the missing King Stephanos' sister, he thought it best not to mention such things. It was implied, but deftly avoided.
"I must admit, your Highness, that I have always enjoyed my stays in Vasiliadon, despite the usual brevity of the visits with the troupe. However, it was not conducive for making friends and social engagements." He gave her a soft, slightly sad smile before adding, "Though the dissolution of the Children of Mnemosyne was quite sad, it is nice to see a city for longer than a few days at a time. Yet, I still have the benefit of traveling as needed. It truly is the best of both worlds."
As the Princess dismissed her escort, there was a slight bit of tension noted in minor shifts in expression. Basilides blinked slightly at it, noting it only from having heard Phineus coaching the players through showing emotion on stage in slight shifts and adjustments of the body and face. Beyond that, he had no idea what that was about. Just that it was something.
Once the other two had been dismissed, Basilides donned his soft smile and immediately accepted her arm, adjusting the angle of his elbow to accommodate for the distinct difference in their height. They set out through the gardens, his eyes flicking to the flowers that begged to be admired, to the pristinely placed paving stones before them, to the lovely hue of her gown, then to her lips as she spoked.
"If it cannot be saved, it can be replaced," he noted, an almost audible smile in his deep voice. "I fear the worst for Lady Nana's gown, unfortunately, and she grieves it. Though, I cannot deny that I have already sought a replacement for it to end her period of mourning." There was a slight humor in his voice that, while polite, seemed to express that they both knew the nature of their mutual friend and her interests in all things beautiful and lovely.
"From what I saw, Princess Gianna's gown may stand a better chance as survival," he mused, but then lightly offered, "If not, it would please me to offer her a replacement. If it pleases you."
It was an offer, not a sales pitch. Basilides understood the importance of time and place in such matters. After all, he highly doubted that the royal had summoned him here to replace her sister's gown.
...though, he did file that thought away in the back of his mind.
In fact, as he looked on her, he seemed to recognize that familiar expression, of biding time through smaller, lighter conversations before reaching a true purpose. The same could be seen in the dances the players did on the stage. A few simple steps, one after another, leading to a major lift or leap. It was necessary to prepare, on stage and in life, for those bigger moments. He did not know what for, but he did see the first steps forming.
"I have indeed, I am blessed in more ways than I deserve," he stated, nodding honestly at the answer, "The Leventis have had longstanding connections with my family out of Acaris for many years. I am all too happy to offer my assistance as needed." Most of that assistance was needed for the upcoming wedding, but as he was on the arm of the missing King Stephanos' sister, he thought it best not to mention such things. It was implied, but deftly avoided.
"I must admit, your Highness, that I have always enjoyed my stays in Vasiliadon, despite the usual brevity of the visits with the troupe. However, it was not conducive for making friends and social engagements." He gave her a soft, slightly sad smile before adding, "Though the dissolution of the Children of Mnemosyne was quite sad, it is nice to see a city for longer than a few days at a time. Yet, I still have the benefit of traveling as needed. It truly is the best of both worlds."
Xene and Basilides had met a few times in the past, but having a full conversation had never truly been allowed. There was always someone or something that got in their way. At court, something would happen and interrupt the two of them. Now, Xene was not letting the man get too far without having a proper conversation with her. Especially because she had a favor that she intended to ask of the man that held her arm as they trailed through the Palati gardens. With her gaze set firmly ahead of them, her other hand drifted over to rest against his bicep, using him in order to brace her steps as they trailed over some of the more unstable paving stones.
“It disquiets me, at times, that young Nana can be so mournful of her clothing,” Xene noted with a pleasant lilt to her voice, a small smirk curling her lips upward. “A product of her age, I’m sure. She has yet to see that there are many things in life that are much more important than a single gown. Accidents happen, and while I am highly displeased by the actions of the two noblemen who caused such a commotion, I find it even more unsettling that the Lady Leventi was unable to keep her composure in the midst of the court,” Xene admitted with a weak smile. “Is that horrible of me, dear Basilides? I feel no love or loss for the gowns ruined by wine. Lady Nana’s nor my sister’s,” the princess said calmly.
There was a small lull in her speech when Basilides mentioned Gianna’s gown of his own accord and Xene smiled a little. “While I myself have no opinion of the gown, I do think it would please my sister to have something new sought for her. Things have been difficult for her, as it has been for all of us, but Gianna struggles not to show her grief. It would please me greatly to see a genuine smile from her, Basilides, if due to my own selfishness. I can make sure you are paid for whatever gown you find for my sister.”
But this was not at all what they had come together to speak about. Xene knew it, but having a real and true conversation was winning out against her goals. It was… nice to not have to speak of her brother or everything that was wrong in her world. Having this momentary peace to make nice with someone for the sole purpose of being social was… it was relieving. Xene’s expression had turned to one of soft deliberation and keen enjoyment of her company. Her hand even squeezed his arm encouragingly, her blue gaze flitting to his face for what felt like the first time.
“I am sure that they are both delighted and honored to have you,” Xene murmured softly, glancing back to the gardens and letting out a small sigh. “I am also pleased you are enjoying your stay in the city. It was my hope that we could have spoken before this, but we seem to both be pulled in every direction as of late. I’m saddened to hear of the dissolution of the troupe. They were one of my favorite aspects of our festivals. I’m even sadder that I was not able to perform with them at least once. But… I wanted to speak with you on more personal matters than these, Basilides,” the princess offered in a tone that dropped an octave lower.
She knew her old friend to be efficient and resourceful, and this was just what she needed. “I’m afraid that with my brothers and father gone, I have fewer and fewer friends. I am… nervous of my surroundings and very aware of the people that I am associating myself with. I feel that I have few people in my life that I can trust with any semblance of truth of mutual friendship, if only because I wish to protect myself from whatever horrors might befall myself if this cyclical nature of our world continues. I am fearful that soon I will have no one left, but I saw you had returned to Taengea and I wished to ask a favor of you before you spirited away on your ship doing gods know what,” there was amusement in her voice toward the end. The voice of an old friend seeking the smile of another. She even ribbed him with her elbow, gently, but enough to jar him and grab his attention.
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Xene and Basilides had met a few times in the past, but having a full conversation had never truly been allowed. There was always someone or something that got in their way. At court, something would happen and interrupt the two of them. Now, Xene was not letting the man get too far without having a proper conversation with her. Especially because she had a favor that she intended to ask of the man that held her arm as they trailed through the Palati gardens. With her gaze set firmly ahead of them, her other hand drifted over to rest against his bicep, using him in order to brace her steps as they trailed over some of the more unstable paving stones.
“It disquiets me, at times, that young Nana can be so mournful of her clothing,” Xene noted with a pleasant lilt to her voice, a small smirk curling her lips upward. “A product of her age, I’m sure. She has yet to see that there are many things in life that are much more important than a single gown. Accidents happen, and while I am highly displeased by the actions of the two noblemen who caused such a commotion, I find it even more unsettling that the Lady Leventi was unable to keep her composure in the midst of the court,” Xene admitted with a weak smile. “Is that horrible of me, dear Basilides? I feel no love or loss for the gowns ruined by wine. Lady Nana’s nor my sister’s,” the princess said calmly.
There was a small lull in her speech when Basilides mentioned Gianna’s gown of his own accord and Xene smiled a little. “While I myself have no opinion of the gown, I do think it would please my sister to have something new sought for her. Things have been difficult for her, as it has been for all of us, but Gianna struggles not to show her grief. It would please me greatly to see a genuine smile from her, Basilides, if due to my own selfishness. I can make sure you are paid for whatever gown you find for my sister.”
But this was not at all what they had come together to speak about. Xene knew it, but having a real and true conversation was winning out against her goals. It was… nice to not have to speak of her brother or everything that was wrong in her world. Having this momentary peace to make nice with someone for the sole purpose of being social was… it was relieving. Xene’s expression had turned to one of soft deliberation and keen enjoyment of her company. Her hand even squeezed his arm encouragingly, her blue gaze flitting to his face for what felt like the first time.
“I am sure that they are both delighted and honored to have you,” Xene murmured softly, glancing back to the gardens and letting out a small sigh. “I am also pleased you are enjoying your stay in the city. It was my hope that we could have spoken before this, but we seem to both be pulled in every direction as of late. I’m saddened to hear of the dissolution of the troupe. They were one of my favorite aspects of our festivals. I’m even sadder that I was not able to perform with them at least once. But… I wanted to speak with you on more personal matters than these, Basilides,” the princess offered in a tone that dropped an octave lower.
She knew her old friend to be efficient and resourceful, and this was just what she needed. “I’m afraid that with my brothers and father gone, I have fewer and fewer friends. I am… nervous of my surroundings and very aware of the people that I am associating myself with. I feel that I have few people in my life that I can trust with any semblance of truth of mutual friendship, if only because I wish to protect myself from whatever horrors might befall myself if this cyclical nature of our world continues. I am fearful that soon I will have no one left, but I saw you had returned to Taengea and I wished to ask a favor of you before you spirited away on your ship doing gods know what,” there was amusement in her voice toward the end. The voice of an old friend seeking the smile of another. She even ribbed him with her elbow, gently, but enough to jar him and grab his attention.
Xene and Basilides had met a few times in the past, but having a full conversation had never truly been allowed. There was always someone or something that got in their way. At court, something would happen and interrupt the two of them. Now, Xene was not letting the man get too far without having a proper conversation with her. Especially because she had a favor that she intended to ask of the man that held her arm as they trailed through the Palati gardens. With her gaze set firmly ahead of them, her other hand drifted over to rest against his bicep, using him in order to brace her steps as they trailed over some of the more unstable paving stones.
“It disquiets me, at times, that young Nana can be so mournful of her clothing,” Xene noted with a pleasant lilt to her voice, a small smirk curling her lips upward. “A product of her age, I’m sure. She has yet to see that there are many things in life that are much more important than a single gown. Accidents happen, and while I am highly displeased by the actions of the two noblemen who caused such a commotion, I find it even more unsettling that the Lady Leventi was unable to keep her composure in the midst of the court,” Xene admitted with a weak smile. “Is that horrible of me, dear Basilides? I feel no love or loss for the gowns ruined by wine. Lady Nana’s nor my sister’s,” the princess said calmly.
There was a small lull in her speech when Basilides mentioned Gianna’s gown of his own accord and Xene smiled a little. “While I myself have no opinion of the gown, I do think it would please my sister to have something new sought for her. Things have been difficult for her, as it has been for all of us, but Gianna struggles not to show her grief. It would please me greatly to see a genuine smile from her, Basilides, if due to my own selfishness. I can make sure you are paid for whatever gown you find for my sister.”
But this was not at all what they had come together to speak about. Xene knew it, but having a real and true conversation was winning out against her goals. It was… nice to not have to speak of her brother or everything that was wrong in her world. Having this momentary peace to make nice with someone for the sole purpose of being social was… it was relieving. Xene’s expression had turned to one of soft deliberation and keen enjoyment of her company. Her hand even squeezed his arm encouragingly, her blue gaze flitting to his face for what felt like the first time.
“I am sure that they are both delighted and honored to have you,” Xene murmured softly, glancing back to the gardens and letting out a small sigh. “I am also pleased you are enjoying your stay in the city. It was my hope that we could have spoken before this, but we seem to both be pulled in every direction as of late. I’m saddened to hear of the dissolution of the troupe. They were one of my favorite aspects of our festivals. I’m even sadder that I was not able to perform with them at least once. But… I wanted to speak with you on more personal matters than these, Basilides,” the princess offered in a tone that dropped an octave lower.
She knew her old friend to be efficient and resourceful, and this was just what she needed. “I’m afraid that with my brothers and father gone, I have fewer and fewer friends. I am… nervous of my surroundings and very aware of the people that I am associating myself with. I feel that I have few people in my life that I can trust with any semblance of truth of mutual friendship, if only because I wish to protect myself from whatever horrors might befall myself if this cyclical nature of our world continues. I am fearful that soon I will have no one left, but I saw you had returned to Taengea and I wished to ask a favor of you before you spirited away on your ship doing gods know what,” there was amusement in her voice toward the end. The voice of an old friend seeking the smile of another. She even ribbed him with her elbow, gently, but enough to jar him and grab his attention.
Feeling the slight tightening of Princess' hand on his arm as they set down a slightly unsteady path, he added some tension to the muscles there, offering as much support as possible, even taking a step further forward so as to catch any misstep that could occur. Princess Xene would not slip or fall without being caught while under his charge. Without drawing attention to it, he offered a slight smile of reassurance.
"Ah, you and I share a smiliar philosophy on such things," Basilides noted, smiling at the knowledge that Princess Xene was not necessarily as material as Lady Nana or many of family's other connections, "Material things are lovely to look at and to bear in hand, yet for some, they can become a replacement for a sense of self." Not wanting to sound too above the idea of materialism, he glanced down at his own clothes - one of the finest chitons with fine yet elaborate embroidery and a rich texture, with bronze ornamentation on the sandals and clasps - and offered a charming and sly smile.
"With that being said," he added, "such things have their time and place." After all, he would never have approached the Palace in his day-to-day wear, nor would someone in the Princess' station ever wear his usual standard of threadbare and plainly colored fabrics. It was simply the way things were, and it had its benefits. "I would also be remiss as a merchant to say that such things do keep us alive within our trade."
As Princess Xene mentioned Princess Gianna's current state, a wash of sympathy flickered over his face. Basilides was as well-informed as anyone in the Kingdom about the current state of affairs - of the King and Queen's disappearance the night of court. Rumors swirled throughout the city creating a hotbed of speculation, especially after the Crown Prince, Irakles, ascended to the throne as King. It was all some grand, distant tale that was shared over goblets of wine and food, fantastical and out of reach.
It was something different entirely to be on the arm of someone so directly affected by it. In the past several months, the young woman on his arm had lost a father and two brothers in various ways. Imagining such a state affecting himself - his brothers lost at sea, his father and mother gone - a sharp pang pulled at his heartstrings. Princess Xene was nothing but the perfect picture of composure and grace under duress, yet even in what must have clearly affected her just as intensely, she thought of her sister.
"If I can do anything for her happiness, or yours, I would be glad to," he offered, genuinely, placing a gentle touch of his fingertips atop hers as they rested on his arm, catching her eye and smiling softly. "Just let me know of her interests, and yours as well. I can handle the rest."
Nodding along to the shared sentiments they held about the troupe's dissolution, his brow peaked slightly as she at last broached the true purpose of this meeting. They approached a shaded arbor, with ivy and grapevines creating a tunnel of shade from the scorching of Helios' rays. Glancing over his shoulder he eyed the guard, knowing the man must find it suspect, and yet, if personal matters were to be spoken of, Basilides did not mind a bit more privacy.
Her confession of her isolation within the Palace walls merely confirmed his suspicions. Of course, there would be fear and uncertainty with her placement in the Palace. The entire kingdom had been turned on end not once, but twice within the past year. Slowing them to a stop near the center of the tunnel he watched her expression as she spoke, all calm collection with sharp intelligence behind her soft blue eyes.
In an instant, he felt a surge of respect and sincere affection towards her as she teased him, elbowing his ribs until a soft laugh escape an inadvertent smile. Not everyone could pulls such a genuine reaction from him.
He turned himself to face her, taking her hands in his, giving one glance behind her to see if her towering protector would intervene.
"Anything you ask, I will give, Your Highness," he replied, eyes meeting hers with an unspoken promise.
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Feeling the slight tightening of Princess' hand on his arm as they set down a slightly unsteady path, he added some tension to the muscles there, offering as much support as possible, even taking a step further forward so as to catch any misstep that could occur. Princess Xene would not slip or fall without being caught while under his charge. Without drawing attention to it, he offered a slight smile of reassurance.
"Ah, you and I share a smiliar philosophy on such things," Basilides noted, smiling at the knowledge that Princess Xene was not necessarily as material as Lady Nana or many of family's other connections, "Material things are lovely to look at and to bear in hand, yet for some, they can become a replacement for a sense of self." Not wanting to sound too above the idea of materialism, he glanced down at his own clothes - one of the finest chitons with fine yet elaborate embroidery and a rich texture, with bronze ornamentation on the sandals and clasps - and offered a charming and sly smile.
"With that being said," he added, "such things have their time and place." After all, he would never have approached the Palace in his day-to-day wear, nor would someone in the Princess' station ever wear his usual standard of threadbare and plainly colored fabrics. It was simply the way things were, and it had its benefits. "I would also be remiss as a merchant to say that such things do keep us alive within our trade."
As Princess Xene mentioned Princess Gianna's current state, a wash of sympathy flickered over his face. Basilides was as well-informed as anyone in the Kingdom about the current state of affairs - of the King and Queen's disappearance the night of court. Rumors swirled throughout the city creating a hotbed of speculation, especially after the Crown Prince, Irakles, ascended to the throne as King. It was all some grand, distant tale that was shared over goblets of wine and food, fantastical and out of reach.
It was something different entirely to be on the arm of someone so directly affected by it. In the past several months, the young woman on his arm had lost a father and two brothers in various ways. Imagining such a state affecting himself - his brothers lost at sea, his father and mother gone - a sharp pang pulled at his heartstrings. Princess Xene was nothing but the perfect picture of composure and grace under duress, yet even in what must have clearly affected her just as intensely, she thought of her sister.
"If I can do anything for her happiness, or yours, I would be glad to," he offered, genuinely, placing a gentle touch of his fingertips atop hers as they rested on his arm, catching her eye and smiling softly. "Just let me know of her interests, and yours as well. I can handle the rest."
Nodding along to the shared sentiments they held about the troupe's dissolution, his brow peaked slightly as she at last broached the true purpose of this meeting. They approached a shaded arbor, with ivy and grapevines creating a tunnel of shade from the scorching of Helios' rays. Glancing over his shoulder he eyed the guard, knowing the man must find it suspect, and yet, if personal matters were to be spoken of, Basilides did not mind a bit more privacy.
Her confession of her isolation within the Palace walls merely confirmed his suspicions. Of course, there would be fear and uncertainty with her placement in the Palace. The entire kingdom had been turned on end not once, but twice within the past year. Slowing them to a stop near the center of the tunnel he watched her expression as she spoke, all calm collection with sharp intelligence behind her soft blue eyes.
In an instant, he felt a surge of respect and sincere affection towards her as she teased him, elbowing his ribs until a soft laugh escape an inadvertent smile. Not everyone could pulls such a genuine reaction from him.
He turned himself to face her, taking her hands in his, giving one glance behind her to see if her towering protector would intervene.
"Anything you ask, I will give, Your Highness," he replied, eyes meeting hers with an unspoken promise.
Feeling the slight tightening of Princess' hand on his arm as they set down a slightly unsteady path, he added some tension to the muscles there, offering as much support as possible, even taking a step further forward so as to catch any misstep that could occur. Princess Xene would not slip or fall without being caught while under his charge. Without drawing attention to it, he offered a slight smile of reassurance.
"Ah, you and I share a smiliar philosophy on such things," Basilides noted, smiling at the knowledge that Princess Xene was not necessarily as material as Lady Nana or many of family's other connections, "Material things are lovely to look at and to bear in hand, yet for some, they can become a replacement for a sense of self." Not wanting to sound too above the idea of materialism, he glanced down at his own clothes - one of the finest chitons with fine yet elaborate embroidery and a rich texture, with bronze ornamentation on the sandals and clasps - and offered a charming and sly smile.
"With that being said," he added, "such things have their time and place." After all, he would never have approached the Palace in his day-to-day wear, nor would someone in the Princess' station ever wear his usual standard of threadbare and plainly colored fabrics. It was simply the way things were, and it had its benefits. "I would also be remiss as a merchant to say that such things do keep us alive within our trade."
As Princess Xene mentioned Princess Gianna's current state, a wash of sympathy flickered over his face. Basilides was as well-informed as anyone in the Kingdom about the current state of affairs - of the King and Queen's disappearance the night of court. Rumors swirled throughout the city creating a hotbed of speculation, especially after the Crown Prince, Irakles, ascended to the throne as King. It was all some grand, distant tale that was shared over goblets of wine and food, fantastical and out of reach.
It was something different entirely to be on the arm of someone so directly affected by it. In the past several months, the young woman on his arm had lost a father and two brothers in various ways. Imagining such a state affecting himself - his brothers lost at sea, his father and mother gone - a sharp pang pulled at his heartstrings. Princess Xene was nothing but the perfect picture of composure and grace under duress, yet even in what must have clearly affected her just as intensely, she thought of her sister.
"If I can do anything for her happiness, or yours, I would be glad to," he offered, genuinely, placing a gentle touch of his fingertips atop hers as they rested on his arm, catching her eye and smiling softly. "Just let me know of her interests, and yours as well. I can handle the rest."
Nodding along to the shared sentiments they held about the troupe's dissolution, his brow peaked slightly as she at last broached the true purpose of this meeting. They approached a shaded arbor, with ivy and grapevines creating a tunnel of shade from the scorching of Helios' rays. Glancing over his shoulder he eyed the guard, knowing the man must find it suspect, and yet, if personal matters were to be spoken of, Basilides did not mind a bit more privacy.
Her confession of her isolation within the Palace walls merely confirmed his suspicions. Of course, there would be fear and uncertainty with her placement in the Palace. The entire kingdom had been turned on end not once, but twice within the past year. Slowing them to a stop near the center of the tunnel he watched her expression as she spoke, all calm collection with sharp intelligence behind her soft blue eyes.
In an instant, he felt a surge of respect and sincere affection towards her as she teased him, elbowing his ribs until a soft laugh escape an inadvertent smile. Not everyone could pulls such a genuine reaction from him.
He turned himself to face her, taking her hands in his, giving one glance behind her to see if her towering protector would intervene.
"Anything you ask, I will give, Your Highness," he replied, eyes meeting hers with an unspoken promise.
Basilides was always such a willing participant, and though his reputation often preceded him, Xene couldn't find it in herself not to admire him. She also admired the amount of freedom he seemed to have in this world. And that was what she needed from him. His freedom, his ability to move about, and his ability to listen and relay information. Xene was sure, beyond any reason of a doubt, that the two of them could be wonderful confidants if they could strike and admirable deal. But Xene was not just looking for a deal in information, she was also looking for a deal in trust and friendship, two things she often felt she was lacking in the darker hours of each night.
She seemed to find herself lonelier and lonelier despite the hoards of people at her beck and call for both entertainment and conversation. But court matters did not a happy woman make. Xene needed connection, a firm, unbreakable one that she could rely on. Much as she relied on Heron for his constance and his want and need to protect her from the horrors that seemed to wander the Palati walls. If anyone was after her, he hadn't told her, and for that, she was grateful. Then again, the princess was entirely sure that it wasn't she or her sister who were targets at all. They were not in line to rule, and only those who ruled seemed to be at the very center of the atrocities of the human race.
Xene could only smile at the declaration of material possessions often being used to mask a sense of self. While Xene enjoyed her possessions, they were not her end all to be all. They were things, and things could be replaced. If Xene was sure of anything, it was that people could not be replaced, and it was glaringly obvious in the missing presences of so many of her loved ones. Even those that were here were not always well and truly here with her. Reaching out to Basilides was Xene reaching for someone who could help her keep her head above water.
Like Fotios, Basilides could be yet another person to pick her up when she most needed it. There was no question in that.
"I thank you, Basilides," Xene murmured when he offered to bring happiness to her and her sister. "I think that she might appreciate such an offer, especially if you ask it of her personally. I think someone other than myself taking an interest in her heart and her wellbeing might bring some light back into her eyes. I invite you to do so and not tell her I suggested it. As much as I'm sure she would appreciate the sentiment, sometimes young princesses do not need their sister in all things."
The princess was pleased when they found themselves in the tunnel, Heron lingering outside to give the two of them further privacy as they spoke together. She felt comfortable with him. It was difficult not to. There was something so incredibly calming about him. "I was..." Xene started, trying to think through her words with a careful tongue, "Hoping that you could do two things for me," she continued. Leading him further back into the tunnel, she turned herself fully to face him, giving him a bit of a smile, "I was hoping that you could spy for me," she murmured, "Listen to court, to the whispers around the world, anything that might be important to me and mine," she started.
Swallowing, she pulled her hand from his arm, "I know that is such an odd thing to ask, but I feel that I cannot trust the nobility in a way that I can trust someone who is less connected than my peers," she explained quietly, "I want to feel safe in my own home... but I also need answers."
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Basilides was always such a willing participant, and though his reputation often preceded him, Xene couldn't find it in herself not to admire him. She also admired the amount of freedom he seemed to have in this world. And that was what she needed from him. His freedom, his ability to move about, and his ability to listen and relay information. Xene was sure, beyond any reason of a doubt, that the two of them could be wonderful confidants if they could strike and admirable deal. But Xene was not just looking for a deal in information, she was also looking for a deal in trust and friendship, two things she often felt she was lacking in the darker hours of each night.
She seemed to find herself lonelier and lonelier despite the hoards of people at her beck and call for both entertainment and conversation. But court matters did not a happy woman make. Xene needed connection, a firm, unbreakable one that she could rely on. Much as she relied on Heron for his constance and his want and need to protect her from the horrors that seemed to wander the Palati walls. If anyone was after her, he hadn't told her, and for that, she was grateful. Then again, the princess was entirely sure that it wasn't she or her sister who were targets at all. They were not in line to rule, and only those who ruled seemed to be at the very center of the atrocities of the human race.
Xene could only smile at the declaration of material possessions often being used to mask a sense of self. While Xene enjoyed her possessions, they were not her end all to be all. They were things, and things could be replaced. If Xene was sure of anything, it was that people could not be replaced, and it was glaringly obvious in the missing presences of so many of her loved ones. Even those that were here were not always well and truly here with her. Reaching out to Basilides was Xene reaching for someone who could help her keep her head above water.
Like Fotios, Basilides could be yet another person to pick her up when she most needed it. There was no question in that.
"I thank you, Basilides," Xene murmured when he offered to bring happiness to her and her sister. "I think that she might appreciate such an offer, especially if you ask it of her personally. I think someone other than myself taking an interest in her heart and her wellbeing might bring some light back into her eyes. I invite you to do so and not tell her I suggested it. As much as I'm sure she would appreciate the sentiment, sometimes young princesses do not need their sister in all things."
The princess was pleased when they found themselves in the tunnel, Heron lingering outside to give the two of them further privacy as they spoke together. She felt comfortable with him. It was difficult not to. There was something so incredibly calming about him. "I was..." Xene started, trying to think through her words with a careful tongue, "Hoping that you could do two things for me," she continued. Leading him further back into the tunnel, she turned herself fully to face him, giving him a bit of a smile, "I was hoping that you could spy for me," she murmured, "Listen to court, to the whispers around the world, anything that might be important to me and mine," she started.
Swallowing, she pulled her hand from his arm, "I know that is such an odd thing to ask, but I feel that I cannot trust the nobility in a way that I can trust someone who is less connected than my peers," she explained quietly, "I want to feel safe in my own home... but I also need answers."
Basilides was always such a willing participant, and though his reputation often preceded him, Xene couldn't find it in herself not to admire him. She also admired the amount of freedom he seemed to have in this world. And that was what she needed from him. His freedom, his ability to move about, and his ability to listen and relay information. Xene was sure, beyond any reason of a doubt, that the two of them could be wonderful confidants if they could strike and admirable deal. But Xene was not just looking for a deal in information, she was also looking for a deal in trust and friendship, two things she often felt she was lacking in the darker hours of each night.
She seemed to find herself lonelier and lonelier despite the hoards of people at her beck and call for both entertainment and conversation. But court matters did not a happy woman make. Xene needed connection, a firm, unbreakable one that she could rely on. Much as she relied on Heron for his constance and his want and need to protect her from the horrors that seemed to wander the Palati walls. If anyone was after her, he hadn't told her, and for that, she was grateful. Then again, the princess was entirely sure that it wasn't she or her sister who were targets at all. They were not in line to rule, and only those who ruled seemed to be at the very center of the atrocities of the human race.
Xene could only smile at the declaration of material possessions often being used to mask a sense of self. While Xene enjoyed her possessions, they were not her end all to be all. They were things, and things could be replaced. If Xene was sure of anything, it was that people could not be replaced, and it was glaringly obvious in the missing presences of so many of her loved ones. Even those that were here were not always well and truly here with her. Reaching out to Basilides was Xene reaching for someone who could help her keep her head above water.
Like Fotios, Basilides could be yet another person to pick her up when she most needed it. There was no question in that.
"I thank you, Basilides," Xene murmured when he offered to bring happiness to her and her sister. "I think that she might appreciate such an offer, especially if you ask it of her personally. I think someone other than myself taking an interest in her heart and her wellbeing might bring some light back into her eyes. I invite you to do so and not tell her I suggested it. As much as I'm sure she would appreciate the sentiment, sometimes young princesses do not need their sister in all things."
The princess was pleased when they found themselves in the tunnel, Heron lingering outside to give the two of them further privacy as they spoke together. She felt comfortable with him. It was difficult not to. There was something so incredibly calming about him. "I was..." Xene started, trying to think through her words with a careful tongue, "Hoping that you could do two things for me," she continued. Leading him further back into the tunnel, she turned herself fully to face him, giving him a bit of a smile, "I was hoping that you could spy for me," she murmured, "Listen to court, to the whispers around the world, anything that might be important to me and mine," she started.
Swallowing, she pulled her hand from his arm, "I know that is such an odd thing to ask, but I feel that I cannot trust the nobility in a way that I can trust someone who is less connected than my peers," she explained quietly, "I want to feel safe in my own home... but I also need answers."
While initially, Bas had some reservations about this venture to the Palace and keeping royal company as a social call as opposed to business, he found himself enjoying the ease in which they were able to speak and walk. It released a tension in his shoulders and expression that he had been carrying since Zephyrus left. To call this a pleasant distraction would cheapen the way he grew to feel about their conversation, even in such a short time.
The way Princess Xene spoke of her sister, Princess Gianna, reminded him of how he thought of his own family, particularly of his nieces and nephews who seemed to transform into entirely different people each time he saw them with how quickly they grew. If his family suffered the losses that hers had...
Quickly, he chose not to think of it.
"The moment I have the opportunity to meet with her again, it will be done, your highness," he replied, sincerity in his voice as he let his hand touch the top of hers with a slight squeeze of reassurance. He had no concept of how isolated she must have felt, nor did he consider solutions on how to fix it, but any request she made would be something he would set out to accomplish.
As he reinforced with his word shortly before she made her request.
As he faced her beneath the tunnel of greenery, the slightest quirk of his brow was the only sign of uncertainty he presented. To spy? It was...not a skill that he thought himself possessing initially, until he thought a moment longer. His position as a merchant added to his mobility within the city and beyond - he could be anywhere on business, inquiring about near anything. He was a conversationalist when in such a position as well, asking questions as if to learn about vendors and the state of things through view of the market.
While he was no trained actor, he had seen enough and lived through enough of his life charming and coaxing and placating and spinning things to manage what he needed for business and pleasure.
More importantly in this, though, was the access to the Taengean court and connections made thanks to the House Leventi. Never in his life had he imagined himself in such a prime position, having garnered favor through the ladies of House Leventi that gave him a foot in the door to furnish the bridal family with their needs. If he succeeded in fulfilling Lady Evelli's requests, then there was no telling the influence that could garner him beyond it.
This request? It was no so far-fetched as it sounded the more he considered it. On top of it, it would keep him with a strong, steady connection to this echelon of society - he could not easily deny the request of a Taengean Princess, right?
But, as she quietly added her last words, all thought of his occupation fell away as the reality of her circumstance dawned on him. Princess Xene was alone. Everyone she was close to had either passed or disappeared in recent months. Her concern for her own well-being must have been on high alert. That she trusted him to be her eyes and ears resounded deeply for him and he nodded.
"I understand," he offered quietly in response, "You have my word."
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While initially, Bas had some reservations about this venture to the Palace and keeping royal company as a social call as opposed to business, he found himself enjoying the ease in which they were able to speak and walk. It released a tension in his shoulders and expression that he had been carrying since Zephyrus left. To call this a pleasant distraction would cheapen the way he grew to feel about their conversation, even in such a short time.
The way Princess Xene spoke of her sister, Princess Gianna, reminded him of how he thought of his own family, particularly of his nieces and nephews who seemed to transform into entirely different people each time he saw them with how quickly they grew. If his family suffered the losses that hers had...
Quickly, he chose not to think of it.
"The moment I have the opportunity to meet with her again, it will be done, your highness," he replied, sincerity in his voice as he let his hand touch the top of hers with a slight squeeze of reassurance. He had no concept of how isolated she must have felt, nor did he consider solutions on how to fix it, but any request she made would be something he would set out to accomplish.
As he reinforced with his word shortly before she made her request.
As he faced her beneath the tunnel of greenery, the slightest quirk of his brow was the only sign of uncertainty he presented. To spy? It was...not a skill that he thought himself possessing initially, until he thought a moment longer. His position as a merchant added to his mobility within the city and beyond - he could be anywhere on business, inquiring about near anything. He was a conversationalist when in such a position as well, asking questions as if to learn about vendors and the state of things through view of the market.
While he was no trained actor, he had seen enough and lived through enough of his life charming and coaxing and placating and spinning things to manage what he needed for business and pleasure.
More importantly in this, though, was the access to the Taengean court and connections made thanks to the House Leventi. Never in his life had he imagined himself in such a prime position, having garnered favor through the ladies of House Leventi that gave him a foot in the door to furnish the bridal family with their needs. If he succeeded in fulfilling Lady Evelli's requests, then there was no telling the influence that could garner him beyond it.
This request? It was no so far-fetched as it sounded the more he considered it. On top of it, it would keep him with a strong, steady connection to this echelon of society - he could not easily deny the request of a Taengean Princess, right?
But, as she quietly added her last words, all thought of his occupation fell away as the reality of her circumstance dawned on him. Princess Xene was alone. Everyone she was close to had either passed or disappeared in recent months. Her concern for her own well-being must have been on high alert. That she trusted him to be her eyes and ears resounded deeply for him and he nodded.
"I understand," he offered quietly in response, "You have my word."
While initially, Bas had some reservations about this venture to the Palace and keeping royal company as a social call as opposed to business, he found himself enjoying the ease in which they were able to speak and walk. It released a tension in his shoulders and expression that he had been carrying since Zephyrus left. To call this a pleasant distraction would cheapen the way he grew to feel about their conversation, even in such a short time.
The way Princess Xene spoke of her sister, Princess Gianna, reminded him of how he thought of his own family, particularly of his nieces and nephews who seemed to transform into entirely different people each time he saw them with how quickly they grew. If his family suffered the losses that hers had...
Quickly, he chose not to think of it.
"The moment I have the opportunity to meet with her again, it will be done, your highness," he replied, sincerity in his voice as he let his hand touch the top of hers with a slight squeeze of reassurance. He had no concept of how isolated she must have felt, nor did he consider solutions on how to fix it, but any request she made would be something he would set out to accomplish.
As he reinforced with his word shortly before she made her request.
As he faced her beneath the tunnel of greenery, the slightest quirk of his brow was the only sign of uncertainty he presented. To spy? It was...not a skill that he thought himself possessing initially, until he thought a moment longer. His position as a merchant added to his mobility within the city and beyond - he could be anywhere on business, inquiring about near anything. He was a conversationalist when in such a position as well, asking questions as if to learn about vendors and the state of things through view of the market.
While he was no trained actor, he had seen enough and lived through enough of his life charming and coaxing and placating and spinning things to manage what he needed for business and pleasure.
More importantly in this, though, was the access to the Taengean court and connections made thanks to the House Leventi. Never in his life had he imagined himself in such a prime position, having garnered favor through the ladies of House Leventi that gave him a foot in the door to furnish the bridal family with their needs. If he succeeded in fulfilling Lady Evelli's requests, then there was no telling the influence that could garner him beyond it.
This request? It was no so far-fetched as it sounded the more he considered it. On top of it, it would keep him with a strong, steady connection to this echelon of society - he could not easily deny the request of a Taengean Princess, right?
But, as she quietly added her last words, all thought of his occupation fell away as the reality of her circumstance dawned on him. Princess Xene was alone. Everyone she was close to had either passed or disappeared in recent months. Her concern for her own well-being must have been on high alert. That she trusted him to be her eyes and ears resounded deeply for him and he nodded.
"I understand," he offered quietly in response, "You have my word."