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The Dimitrou estate was a tranquil place to spend time in. Very different from Vasiliadon, that was for sure. For starters, there were far less people here. Partially that was relaxing, and partially it meant that he had more concentration to devote time to spending with these people. Specifically Athanasia and Imeeya - two women he’d barely spoken to since their arrival. He’d caught the pair right after the mid day meal and had given them a proposition that they apparently couldn’t pass up; flower picking.
Did he specifically need two other people to help him wander around the fields in the village below? Not necessarily. And did they each need their horses, with baskets carefully attached on each side of their mounts, making the ride distinctly uncomfortable? ….yes. Yes they did. His plan was to fill the six baskets with as many flowers as they were capable of gathering and then to bring said flowers back to the estate before the evening meal. The catch, was that no one was to tell Vangelis what they were doing.
Thankfully, the ride from the estate down to the village was mercifully short. They had the full light of afternoon at their disposal and a field of knee high grasses that they could wander through at their leisure. He smiled to himself as he pictured Vangelis’s traveling cases, filled to the brim with flowers, the man’s pillow cases, a vase on the bedside table, maybe even petals scattered over the bedcovers.
On their ride over here, Vangelis had claimed that he didn’t like flowers, which, Stephanos felt was a bold faced lie. He’d never met anyone who didn’t enjoy at least one kind of flower. They were plants and they were beautiful and fragrant and, quite frankly, women fell head over heels for them. What wasn’t to love about them?
He rode his gray horse, a stallion with a smooth silver coat, and dismounted once they got to the appropriate field. Wildflowers bloomed everywhere. It wasn’t quite as gorgeous as the ones that the Leventi’s had, but he trusted the two girls from Colchis wouldn’t know the difference. After all, Colchis wasn’t really known for its rolling green hills and lush grasses. It was rocky outcroppings and he just had the overall impression of brown. Hands on his hips, he then turned to his accomplices.
“Alright, ladies,” he rubbed his hands together. “I think we can all agree that the prince has had a long journey. He needs a little cheering up and I thought, what better way to do that than to overwhelm his senses in the beauty of nature.” Overwhelm being the key to this whole operation. With his arms flung out to the vista before them, he smiled at Athanasia and Imeeya. “Go forth, my good girls, and gather to your heart’s content.”
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The Dimitrou estate was a tranquil place to spend time in. Very different from Vasiliadon, that was for sure. For starters, there were far less people here. Partially that was relaxing, and partially it meant that he had more concentration to devote time to spending with these people. Specifically Athanasia and Imeeya - two women he’d barely spoken to since their arrival. He’d caught the pair right after the mid day meal and had given them a proposition that they apparently couldn’t pass up; flower picking.
Did he specifically need two other people to help him wander around the fields in the village below? Not necessarily. And did they each need their horses, with baskets carefully attached on each side of their mounts, making the ride distinctly uncomfortable? ….yes. Yes they did. His plan was to fill the six baskets with as many flowers as they were capable of gathering and then to bring said flowers back to the estate before the evening meal. The catch, was that no one was to tell Vangelis what they were doing.
Thankfully, the ride from the estate down to the village was mercifully short. They had the full light of afternoon at their disposal and a field of knee high grasses that they could wander through at their leisure. He smiled to himself as he pictured Vangelis’s traveling cases, filled to the brim with flowers, the man’s pillow cases, a vase on the bedside table, maybe even petals scattered over the bedcovers.
On their ride over here, Vangelis had claimed that he didn’t like flowers, which, Stephanos felt was a bold faced lie. He’d never met anyone who didn’t enjoy at least one kind of flower. They were plants and they were beautiful and fragrant and, quite frankly, women fell head over heels for them. What wasn’t to love about them?
He rode his gray horse, a stallion with a smooth silver coat, and dismounted once they got to the appropriate field. Wildflowers bloomed everywhere. It wasn’t quite as gorgeous as the ones that the Leventi’s had, but he trusted the two girls from Colchis wouldn’t know the difference. After all, Colchis wasn’t really known for its rolling green hills and lush grasses. It was rocky outcroppings and he just had the overall impression of brown. Hands on his hips, he then turned to his accomplices.
“Alright, ladies,” he rubbed his hands together. “I think we can all agree that the prince has had a long journey. He needs a little cheering up and I thought, what better way to do that than to overwhelm his senses in the beauty of nature.” Overwhelm being the key to this whole operation. With his arms flung out to the vista before them, he smiled at Athanasia and Imeeya. “Go forth, my good girls, and gather to your heart’s content.”
The Dimitrou estate was a tranquil place to spend time in. Very different from Vasiliadon, that was for sure. For starters, there were far less people here. Partially that was relaxing, and partially it meant that he had more concentration to devote time to spending with these people. Specifically Athanasia and Imeeya - two women he’d barely spoken to since their arrival. He’d caught the pair right after the mid day meal and had given them a proposition that they apparently couldn’t pass up; flower picking.
Did he specifically need two other people to help him wander around the fields in the village below? Not necessarily. And did they each need their horses, with baskets carefully attached on each side of their mounts, making the ride distinctly uncomfortable? ….yes. Yes they did. His plan was to fill the six baskets with as many flowers as they were capable of gathering and then to bring said flowers back to the estate before the evening meal. The catch, was that no one was to tell Vangelis what they were doing.
Thankfully, the ride from the estate down to the village was mercifully short. They had the full light of afternoon at their disposal and a field of knee high grasses that they could wander through at their leisure. He smiled to himself as he pictured Vangelis’s traveling cases, filled to the brim with flowers, the man’s pillow cases, a vase on the bedside table, maybe even petals scattered over the bedcovers.
On their ride over here, Vangelis had claimed that he didn’t like flowers, which, Stephanos felt was a bold faced lie. He’d never met anyone who didn’t enjoy at least one kind of flower. They were plants and they were beautiful and fragrant and, quite frankly, women fell head over heels for them. What wasn’t to love about them?
He rode his gray horse, a stallion with a smooth silver coat, and dismounted once they got to the appropriate field. Wildflowers bloomed everywhere. It wasn’t quite as gorgeous as the ones that the Leventi’s had, but he trusted the two girls from Colchis wouldn’t know the difference. After all, Colchis wasn’t really known for its rolling green hills and lush grasses. It was rocky outcroppings and he just had the overall impression of brown. Hands on his hips, he then turned to his accomplices.
“Alright, ladies,” he rubbed his hands together. “I think we can all agree that the prince has had a long journey. He needs a little cheering up and I thought, what better way to do that than to overwhelm his senses in the beauty of nature.” Overwhelm being the key to this whole operation. With his arms flung out to the vista before them, he smiled at Athanasia and Imeeya. “Go forth, my good girls, and gather to your heart’s content.”
Imeeya wasn’t sure how she had gotten dragged into this whole plan to prank Vangelis. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She was never able to resist getting dragged into Asia’s crazy schemes and well this one seemed pretty harmless. While Vangelis never did seem to have much of a sense of humor, she also couldn’t imagine him being overly upset over having his room covered in flowers either. Besides, it was something to do, and the countryside out here in Meganea was beautiful. There was no way she was going to pass up a reason to spend the day outside.
So Imeeya found herself here in the presence of Princess Athanasia, and the King of Taengea on a borrowed horse, with baskets bouncing on the horse’s side at every movement. Once again, Imeeya reflected on the absurdity of her situation. As Stephanos spoke, Imeeya’s face spread into a wide grin. “Is that an official order from the King?” Imeeya shot back, impertinently. The playful tone would have been more in line with a jest between her and Asia, instead of an address to the king of another country. Normally she would have been horrified to speak in such a manner to a foreign monarch, yet given the absurdity of the situation she found herself in she didn’t give the banter a second thought.
Imeeya dismounted from the sleek brown horse she had borrowed and began unloading the baskets from her mount, without waiting for confirmation from Stephanos. He had chosen the field well, it was full of poppies and daisies interspersed with the yellows of calendulas and other smaller flowers and blue-purples of larkspur. Imeeya began gathering whatever flowers were within reach into her basket, grinning conspiratorially at Asia as she did so. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Vangelis’s face when he found his room brimming with flowers, though a part of her suspected it wouldn’t look much different to the look on his face at most times.
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Imeeya wasn’t sure how she had gotten dragged into this whole plan to prank Vangelis. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She was never able to resist getting dragged into Asia’s crazy schemes and well this one seemed pretty harmless. While Vangelis never did seem to have much of a sense of humor, she also couldn’t imagine him being overly upset over having his room covered in flowers either. Besides, it was something to do, and the countryside out here in Meganea was beautiful. There was no way she was going to pass up a reason to spend the day outside.
So Imeeya found herself here in the presence of Princess Athanasia, and the King of Taengea on a borrowed horse, with baskets bouncing on the horse’s side at every movement. Once again, Imeeya reflected on the absurdity of her situation. As Stephanos spoke, Imeeya’s face spread into a wide grin. “Is that an official order from the King?” Imeeya shot back, impertinently. The playful tone would have been more in line with a jest between her and Asia, instead of an address to the king of another country. Normally she would have been horrified to speak in such a manner to a foreign monarch, yet given the absurdity of the situation she found herself in she didn’t give the banter a second thought.
Imeeya dismounted from the sleek brown horse she had borrowed and began unloading the baskets from her mount, without waiting for confirmation from Stephanos. He had chosen the field well, it was full of poppies and daisies interspersed with the yellows of calendulas and other smaller flowers and blue-purples of larkspur. Imeeya began gathering whatever flowers were within reach into her basket, grinning conspiratorially at Asia as she did so. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Vangelis’s face when he found his room brimming with flowers, though a part of her suspected it wouldn’t look much different to the look on his face at most times.
Imeeya wasn’t sure how she had gotten dragged into this whole plan to prank Vangelis. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She was never able to resist getting dragged into Asia’s crazy schemes and well this one seemed pretty harmless. While Vangelis never did seem to have much of a sense of humor, she also couldn’t imagine him being overly upset over having his room covered in flowers either. Besides, it was something to do, and the countryside out here in Meganea was beautiful. There was no way she was going to pass up a reason to spend the day outside.
So Imeeya found herself here in the presence of Princess Athanasia, and the King of Taengea on a borrowed horse, with baskets bouncing on the horse’s side at every movement. Once again, Imeeya reflected on the absurdity of her situation. As Stephanos spoke, Imeeya’s face spread into a wide grin. “Is that an official order from the King?” Imeeya shot back, impertinently. The playful tone would have been more in line with a jest between her and Asia, instead of an address to the king of another country. Normally she would have been horrified to speak in such a manner to a foreign monarch, yet given the absurdity of the situation she found herself in she didn’t give the banter a second thought.
Imeeya dismounted from the sleek brown horse she had borrowed and began unloading the baskets from her mount, without waiting for confirmation from Stephanos. He had chosen the field well, it was full of poppies and daisies interspersed with the yellows of calendulas and other smaller flowers and blue-purples of larkspur. Imeeya began gathering whatever flowers were within reach into her basket, grinning conspiratorially at Asia as she did so. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Vangelis’s face when he found his room brimming with flowers, though a part of her suspected it wouldn’t look much different to the look on his face at most times.
It had been such an odd request that Athanasia had not been able to say no. Why would the King of Tanegea want to pick flowers and why did he need the assistance of Imeeya and herself? As she loved both flowers and a good adventure, she was quick to agree, and soon the three of them were off, bound for who knew where for some unknown reason that she could not even begin to fathom.
The horse she rode was a chestnut mare, a bit too spirited for her taste, but she discovered that she had no trouble controlling it. Nor was she the least bit wary, as she had been of horses for most of her life. The attached baskets made riding somewhat challenging, but it wasn't unpleasant and Athanasia enjoyed the scenery. Taengea was so green compared to Colchis, and much more fragrant. Still, she preferred the austere beauty of her homeland with its mountains and cliffs and the waves of the ocean frothing musically against the rocks below.
The field Stephanos led them to was filled with more wildflowers than she had ever seen in her life. Every color of the rainbow seemed to be represented. She dismounted when he did and relieved her horse of the two baskets. Finally, the King explained the purpose of the journey and Athanasia laughed in delight. She absolutely loved to prank all of her brothers and she imagined how shocked Vangelis would be to find his entire room covered in flowers.
“Order or request, I think it's a magnificent idea. Come on, Imeeya, let's see who can gather the most. You too, Your Majesty.” With youthful enthusiasm, she began to pick the colorful blooms and toss them into the baskets, grinning at Imeeya's conspiratorial look. Glancing at Stephanos, she asked: “Will we get to hide in his room when he discovers what we've done? I would love to see the look on his face.
“And how long do we have? If there's time, I think we should make some flower chains to drape over the furniture. Do you know how, Your Majesty? If you don't, Imeeya and I will teach you.”
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It had been such an odd request that Athanasia had not been able to say no. Why would the King of Tanegea want to pick flowers and why did he need the assistance of Imeeya and herself? As she loved both flowers and a good adventure, she was quick to agree, and soon the three of them were off, bound for who knew where for some unknown reason that she could not even begin to fathom.
The horse she rode was a chestnut mare, a bit too spirited for her taste, but she discovered that she had no trouble controlling it. Nor was she the least bit wary, as she had been of horses for most of her life. The attached baskets made riding somewhat challenging, but it wasn't unpleasant and Athanasia enjoyed the scenery. Taengea was so green compared to Colchis, and much more fragrant. Still, she preferred the austere beauty of her homeland with its mountains and cliffs and the waves of the ocean frothing musically against the rocks below.
The field Stephanos led them to was filled with more wildflowers than she had ever seen in her life. Every color of the rainbow seemed to be represented. She dismounted when he did and relieved her horse of the two baskets. Finally, the King explained the purpose of the journey and Athanasia laughed in delight. She absolutely loved to prank all of her brothers and she imagined how shocked Vangelis would be to find his entire room covered in flowers.
“Order or request, I think it's a magnificent idea. Come on, Imeeya, let's see who can gather the most. You too, Your Majesty.” With youthful enthusiasm, she began to pick the colorful blooms and toss them into the baskets, grinning at Imeeya's conspiratorial look. Glancing at Stephanos, she asked: “Will we get to hide in his room when he discovers what we've done? I would love to see the look on his face.
“And how long do we have? If there's time, I think we should make some flower chains to drape over the furniture. Do you know how, Your Majesty? If you don't, Imeeya and I will teach you.”
It had been such an odd request that Athanasia had not been able to say no. Why would the King of Tanegea want to pick flowers and why did he need the assistance of Imeeya and herself? As she loved both flowers and a good adventure, she was quick to agree, and soon the three of them were off, bound for who knew where for some unknown reason that she could not even begin to fathom.
The horse she rode was a chestnut mare, a bit too spirited for her taste, but she discovered that she had no trouble controlling it. Nor was she the least bit wary, as she had been of horses for most of her life. The attached baskets made riding somewhat challenging, but it wasn't unpleasant and Athanasia enjoyed the scenery. Taengea was so green compared to Colchis, and much more fragrant. Still, she preferred the austere beauty of her homeland with its mountains and cliffs and the waves of the ocean frothing musically against the rocks below.
The field Stephanos led them to was filled with more wildflowers than she had ever seen in her life. Every color of the rainbow seemed to be represented. She dismounted when he did and relieved her horse of the two baskets. Finally, the King explained the purpose of the journey and Athanasia laughed in delight. She absolutely loved to prank all of her brothers and she imagined how shocked Vangelis would be to find his entire room covered in flowers.
“Order or request, I think it's a magnificent idea. Come on, Imeeya, let's see who can gather the most. You too, Your Majesty.” With youthful enthusiasm, she began to pick the colorful blooms and toss them into the baskets, grinning at Imeeya's conspiratorial look. Glancing at Stephanos, she asked: “Will we get to hide in his room when he discovers what we've done? I would love to see the look on his face.
“And how long do we have? If there's time, I think we should make some flower chains to drape over the furniture. Do you know how, Your Majesty? If you don't, Imeeya and I will teach you.”
He didn’t need the girls to come with him, but he’d wanted them. Persephone had seemed a little too cold to even consider doing this kind of thing and besides that, Iason had been acting almost hostile. It wasn’t like Stephanos was going to steal the girl. ...probably. Ok, maybe for like an hour, but really, who wouldn’t? That avenue cut off, he’d asked the other two, who’d seemed a lot more game to such games.
Dorothea, he did not even bother speaking to about it. She was as icy as they came and Alexa was too young to be interesting. Obviously he could have asked servants to come but why would he do that? When there were two high born ladies of quality, each pretty, and each totally willing to spend the day out doing nothing in particular. Yes, they were much better company and he was happy with his choices.
The sun might have been too hot except that its heat was offset by the nearly continuous gentle breeze wafting across the fields. He closed his eyes for a moment and tipped his face up, basking in the delicious feel of summer. The scent of so many flowers, the soft hissing of the grass as woman and horse moved through it, the gentle thrumming of insect wings. This was probably as close to paradise as someone could get. In a pure way, anyway. He’d touched paradise before and it was slightly different.
“Order or request, I think it's a magnificent idea. Come on, Imeeya, let's see who can gather the most. You too, Your Majesty.” Athanasia’s goading made him grin.
“It is a magnificent idea,” he flashed a dazzling smile in their direction and bent down to inspect the first of the flowers he’d intended to pick. The one had a bug on it. Perfect. He snatched it up and tossed it in basket. Obviously that one would go on the bed. The next flower didn’t receive as much consideration as the first and this one was pulled up by the roots, dirt clod included. Clearly that one was meant for the pillow. Having the time of his life rummaging through this field, he straightened up a bit and cut his blue eyes over to where Athanasia was talking about flower chains.
“You know,” he said, “That’s not a skill I have at the moment. I’d love for the two of you to teach me.” He could picture it now. The three of them, sitting side by side by site, flowers draped across their laps. The girls would be chattering away and he’d be there in the middle, scheming and picturing the look on Vangelis’s blank face. He knew how this would end, too. Probably with all of the flowers burned. Or, maybe even more funny, Vangelis wouldn’t care and would just go to sleep on a bed covered in flowers and wake up smelling better than he ever had.
Who knew? There was just literally no way this prank wouldn’t end up amusing in some form or fashion.
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He didn’t need the girls to come with him, but he’d wanted them. Persephone had seemed a little too cold to even consider doing this kind of thing and besides that, Iason had been acting almost hostile. It wasn’t like Stephanos was going to steal the girl. ...probably. Ok, maybe for like an hour, but really, who wouldn’t? That avenue cut off, he’d asked the other two, who’d seemed a lot more game to such games.
Dorothea, he did not even bother speaking to about it. She was as icy as they came and Alexa was too young to be interesting. Obviously he could have asked servants to come but why would he do that? When there were two high born ladies of quality, each pretty, and each totally willing to spend the day out doing nothing in particular. Yes, they were much better company and he was happy with his choices.
The sun might have been too hot except that its heat was offset by the nearly continuous gentle breeze wafting across the fields. He closed his eyes for a moment and tipped his face up, basking in the delicious feel of summer. The scent of so many flowers, the soft hissing of the grass as woman and horse moved through it, the gentle thrumming of insect wings. This was probably as close to paradise as someone could get. In a pure way, anyway. He’d touched paradise before and it was slightly different.
“Order or request, I think it's a magnificent idea. Come on, Imeeya, let's see who can gather the most. You too, Your Majesty.” Athanasia’s goading made him grin.
“It is a magnificent idea,” he flashed a dazzling smile in their direction and bent down to inspect the first of the flowers he’d intended to pick. The one had a bug on it. Perfect. He snatched it up and tossed it in basket. Obviously that one would go on the bed. The next flower didn’t receive as much consideration as the first and this one was pulled up by the roots, dirt clod included. Clearly that one was meant for the pillow. Having the time of his life rummaging through this field, he straightened up a bit and cut his blue eyes over to where Athanasia was talking about flower chains.
“You know,” he said, “That’s not a skill I have at the moment. I’d love for the two of you to teach me.” He could picture it now. The three of them, sitting side by side by site, flowers draped across their laps. The girls would be chattering away and he’d be there in the middle, scheming and picturing the look on Vangelis’s blank face. He knew how this would end, too. Probably with all of the flowers burned. Or, maybe even more funny, Vangelis wouldn’t care and would just go to sleep on a bed covered in flowers and wake up smelling better than he ever had.
Who knew? There was just literally no way this prank wouldn’t end up amusing in some form or fashion.
He didn’t need the girls to come with him, but he’d wanted them. Persephone had seemed a little too cold to even consider doing this kind of thing and besides that, Iason had been acting almost hostile. It wasn’t like Stephanos was going to steal the girl. ...probably. Ok, maybe for like an hour, but really, who wouldn’t? That avenue cut off, he’d asked the other two, who’d seemed a lot more game to such games.
Dorothea, he did not even bother speaking to about it. She was as icy as they came and Alexa was too young to be interesting. Obviously he could have asked servants to come but why would he do that? When there were two high born ladies of quality, each pretty, and each totally willing to spend the day out doing nothing in particular. Yes, they were much better company and he was happy with his choices.
The sun might have been too hot except that its heat was offset by the nearly continuous gentle breeze wafting across the fields. He closed his eyes for a moment and tipped his face up, basking in the delicious feel of summer. The scent of so many flowers, the soft hissing of the grass as woman and horse moved through it, the gentle thrumming of insect wings. This was probably as close to paradise as someone could get. In a pure way, anyway. He’d touched paradise before and it was slightly different.
“Order or request, I think it's a magnificent idea. Come on, Imeeya, let's see who can gather the most. You too, Your Majesty.” Athanasia’s goading made him grin.
“It is a magnificent idea,” he flashed a dazzling smile in their direction and bent down to inspect the first of the flowers he’d intended to pick. The one had a bug on it. Perfect. He snatched it up and tossed it in basket. Obviously that one would go on the bed. The next flower didn’t receive as much consideration as the first and this one was pulled up by the roots, dirt clod included. Clearly that one was meant for the pillow. Having the time of his life rummaging through this field, he straightened up a bit and cut his blue eyes over to where Athanasia was talking about flower chains.
“You know,” he said, “That’s not a skill I have at the moment. I’d love for the two of you to teach me.” He could picture it now. The three of them, sitting side by side by site, flowers draped across their laps. The girls would be chattering away and he’d be there in the middle, scheming and picturing the look on Vangelis’s blank face. He knew how this would end, too. Probably with all of the flowers burned. Or, maybe even more funny, Vangelis wouldn’t care and would just go to sleep on a bed covered in flowers and wake up smelling better than he ever had.
Who knew? There was just literally no way this prank wouldn’t end up amusing in some form or fashion.
The declaration of a contest ignited Imeeya’s inherently competitive spirit. “No way you are going to beat me!” She grinned playfully through the declaration, but she meant it. Imeeya didn’t like to lose if she could help it. Imeeya began collecting flowers in earnest. She didn’t give much consideration to picking out the best flowers, instead going for the flowers closest to her. Imeeya began picking them methodically from left to right and then shoving them into her basket making sure not to miss any of the flowers. She had already picked several handfuls when Asia suggested making the flower chains.
Imeeya spun around excitedly. “Yes! We absolutely must teach you!” She said to Stephanos. The thought of the man weaving flowers together with the pair of them was absolutely amusing. Making daisy chains was normally a task of little girls who were left to amuse themselves, the princess and herself making flower chains might be considered a bit juvenile, but the King of all of Taengea weaving them was entirely laughable. And yet, how could she pass up what might be a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Imeeya turned back to the task at hand. She wasn’t going to let her moment’s distraction let her lose focus in this race to fill her basket with flowers. Her basket quickly filled with the bright wildflowers from the field. It wasn’t long before she had loaded the basket all the way up to the top. She spun back around, jogging back to where she had started, having moved further away as she gathered. “Done!” she exclaimed. “I’m done! My basket’s full!” Imeeya grinned at the others triumphantly.
Imeeya sat carefully on the ground and began pulling the flowers out of the basket and sorting them in preparation for chaining them together. She’d have to figure out a pattern. Perhaps one blue, and two white and a yellow? Were there enough flowers for that? Perhaps she was overthinking it entirely. She wove a few of the flowers together just for a test and fashioned them into a crown. She put the crown and then called out to the others. “What do you think? Does it suit me?” Imeeya tilted her head to properly display the flowers to the others.
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The declaration of a contest ignited Imeeya’s inherently competitive spirit. “No way you are going to beat me!” She grinned playfully through the declaration, but she meant it. Imeeya didn’t like to lose if she could help it. Imeeya began collecting flowers in earnest. She didn’t give much consideration to picking out the best flowers, instead going for the flowers closest to her. Imeeya began picking them methodically from left to right and then shoving them into her basket making sure not to miss any of the flowers. She had already picked several handfuls when Asia suggested making the flower chains.
Imeeya spun around excitedly. “Yes! We absolutely must teach you!” She said to Stephanos. The thought of the man weaving flowers together with the pair of them was absolutely amusing. Making daisy chains was normally a task of little girls who were left to amuse themselves, the princess and herself making flower chains might be considered a bit juvenile, but the King of all of Taengea weaving them was entirely laughable. And yet, how could she pass up what might be a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Imeeya turned back to the task at hand. She wasn’t going to let her moment’s distraction let her lose focus in this race to fill her basket with flowers. Her basket quickly filled with the bright wildflowers from the field. It wasn’t long before she had loaded the basket all the way up to the top. She spun back around, jogging back to where she had started, having moved further away as she gathered. “Done!” she exclaimed. “I’m done! My basket’s full!” Imeeya grinned at the others triumphantly.
Imeeya sat carefully on the ground and began pulling the flowers out of the basket and sorting them in preparation for chaining them together. She’d have to figure out a pattern. Perhaps one blue, and two white and a yellow? Were there enough flowers for that? Perhaps she was overthinking it entirely. She wove a few of the flowers together just for a test and fashioned them into a crown. She put the crown and then called out to the others. “What do you think? Does it suit me?” Imeeya tilted her head to properly display the flowers to the others.
The declaration of a contest ignited Imeeya’s inherently competitive spirit. “No way you are going to beat me!” She grinned playfully through the declaration, but she meant it. Imeeya didn’t like to lose if she could help it. Imeeya began collecting flowers in earnest. She didn’t give much consideration to picking out the best flowers, instead going for the flowers closest to her. Imeeya began picking them methodically from left to right and then shoving them into her basket making sure not to miss any of the flowers. She had already picked several handfuls when Asia suggested making the flower chains.
Imeeya spun around excitedly. “Yes! We absolutely must teach you!” She said to Stephanos. The thought of the man weaving flowers together with the pair of them was absolutely amusing. Making daisy chains was normally a task of little girls who were left to amuse themselves, the princess and herself making flower chains might be considered a bit juvenile, but the King of all of Taengea weaving them was entirely laughable. And yet, how could she pass up what might be a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Imeeya turned back to the task at hand. She wasn’t going to let her moment’s distraction let her lose focus in this race to fill her basket with flowers. Her basket quickly filled with the bright wildflowers from the field. It wasn’t long before she had loaded the basket all the way up to the top. She spun back around, jogging back to where she had started, having moved further away as she gathered. “Done!” she exclaimed. “I’m done! My basket’s full!” Imeeya grinned at the others triumphantly.
Imeeya sat carefully on the ground and began pulling the flowers out of the basket and sorting them in preparation for chaining them together. She’d have to figure out a pattern. Perhaps one blue, and two white and a yellow? Were there enough flowers for that? Perhaps she was overthinking it entirely. She wove a few of the flowers together just for a test and fashioned them into a crown. She put the crown and then called out to the others. “What do you think? Does it suit me?” Imeeya tilted her head to properly display the flowers to the others.
Athanasia didn't expect that Stephanos would want to learn how to make flower chains. She figured that he would be content to gather the flowers and then watch as the two girls wove them together. Imeeya thought the idea was a good one, and when the King agreed, she stopped frantically plucking flowers and grinned at both of them. “You'll have the best teachers ever and nobody will be able to make better flower chains in any kingdom!” she exclaimed, turning her grin to her cousin.
As a child, she had not enjoyed that activity, preferring to climb trees, race through the gardens with her brothers, and splash in mud puddles. But her nurse had taught her how, and when she grew older, she sometimes took the flowers in her room out of their vases and braided them together when she was anxious and didn't feel like concentrating on her juggling. Juggling flowers, she had found out, was not possible. They didn't weigh enough.
Though she had suggested the contest and was quite competitive, she thought it was more important to take time picking the right flowers for the chains and she slowed down, making certain that she chose ones with long, strong, and flexible stems. Those she placed in one of her baskets. Random flowers went into the other that could be strewn all over her brother's room. Stephanos didn't answer her question about whether or not they would be able to watch Vang discover what they had done. Whether they joined her or not, she would attempt to hide in his room so she could see his face.
Imeeya won the competition and sat on the ground, sorting her flowers. Athanasia was halfway across the field still filling her own baskets. The sun beat down on them, but she didn't think she would have to worry about overheating. The peplos she had worn was light and airy and the open side let the breeze in. It was a beautiful day and the princess was in a cheerful mood, inhaling deeply of the heady fragrance all around her.
“Okay, you win!” she called to Imeeya. “But I bet my flowers are better for making chains.” Straightening up, she stretched, lifting her arms toward the sky as if to embrace the sun. Strolling over to her cousin, she plopped down beside her just as she was placing a flower crown upon her head. “You are the Queen of Flowers,” Athanasia laughed. As she waited for Stephanos to join them, she selected some red, blue, and bright yellow blooms and quickly wove them together, intending to place the floral crown upon his head as soon as he sat down with them. She then begin to work on one for herself in pink, purple, and white.
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Athanasia didn't expect that Stephanos would want to learn how to make flower chains. She figured that he would be content to gather the flowers and then watch as the two girls wove them together. Imeeya thought the idea was a good one, and when the King agreed, she stopped frantically plucking flowers and grinned at both of them. “You'll have the best teachers ever and nobody will be able to make better flower chains in any kingdom!” she exclaimed, turning her grin to her cousin.
As a child, she had not enjoyed that activity, preferring to climb trees, race through the gardens with her brothers, and splash in mud puddles. But her nurse had taught her how, and when she grew older, she sometimes took the flowers in her room out of their vases and braided them together when she was anxious and didn't feel like concentrating on her juggling. Juggling flowers, she had found out, was not possible. They didn't weigh enough.
Though she had suggested the contest and was quite competitive, she thought it was more important to take time picking the right flowers for the chains and she slowed down, making certain that she chose ones with long, strong, and flexible stems. Those she placed in one of her baskets. Random flowers went into the other that could be strewn all over her brother's room. Stephanos didn't answer her question about whether or not they would be able to watch Vang discover what they had done. Whether they joined her or not, she would attempt to hide in his room so she could see his face.
Imeeya won the competition and sat on the ground, sorting her flowers. Athanasia was halfway across the field still filling her own baskets. The sun beat down on them, but she didn't think she would have to worry about overheating. The peplos she had worn was light and airy and the open side let the breeze in. It was a beautiful day and the princess was in a cheerful mood, inhaling deeply of the heady fragrance all around her.
“Okay, you win!” she called to Imeeya. “But I bet my flowers are better for making chains.” Straightening up, she stretched, lifting her arms toward the sky as if to embrace the sun. Strolling over to her cousin, she plopped down beside her just as she was placing a flower crown upon her head. “You are the Queen of Flowers,” Athanasia laughed. As she waited for Stephanos to join them, she selected some red, blue, and bright yellow blooms and quickly wove them together, intending to place the floral crown upon his head as soon as he sat down with them. She then begin to work on one for herself in pink, purple, and white.
Athanasia didn't expect that Stephanos would want to learn how to make flower chains. She figured that he would be content to gather the flowers and then watch as the two girls wove them together. Imeeya thought the idea was a good one, and when the King agreed, she stopped frantically plucking flowers and grinned at both of them. “You'll have the best teachers ever and nobody will be able to make better flower chains in any kingdom!” she exclaimed, turning her grin to her cousin.
As a child, she had not enjoyed that activity, preferring to climb trees, race through the gardens with her brothers, and splash in mud puddles. But her nurse had taught her how, and when she grew older, she sometimes took the flowers in her room out of their vases and braided them together when she was anxious and didn't feel like concentrating on her juggling. Juggling flowers, she had found out, was not possible. They didn't weigh enough.
Though she had suggested the contest and was quite competitive, she thought it was more important to take time picking the right flowers for the chains and she slowed down, making certain that she chose ones with long, strong, and flexible stems. Those she placed in one of her baskets. Random flowers went into the other that could be strewn all over her brother's room. Stephanos didn't answer her question about whether or not they would be able to watch Vang discover what they had done. Whether they joined her or not, she would attempt to hide in his room so she could see his face.
Imeeya won the competition and sat on the ground, sorting her flowers. Athanasia was halfway across the field still filling her own baskets. The sun beat down on them, but she didn't think she would have to worry about overheating. The peplos she had worn was light and airy and the open side let the breeze in. It was a beautiful day and the princess was in a cheerful mood, inhaling deeply of the heady fragrance all around her.
“Okay, you win!” she called to Imeeya. “But I bet my flowers are better for making chains.” Straightening up, she stretched, lifting her arms toward the sky as if to embrace the sun. Strolling over to her cousin, she plopped down beside her just as she was placing a flower crown upon her head. “You are the Queen of Flowers,” Athanasia laughed. As she waited for Stephanos to join them, she selected some red, blue, and bright yellow blooms and quickly wove them together, intending to place the floral crown upon his head as soon as he sat down with them. She then begin to work on one for herself in pink, purple, and white.
While the girls declared a contest to the fastest person to tie flowers into chains, Stephanos took his sweet time in both walking over there, and then tipping his basket down so that he could pick through it for the choicest flowers with the best stems. He sat himself down right between them, elbows occasionally bumping one or the other of them and fairly happy for the first time in weeks. There was something about sitting here in a field of flowers. He was too far from Vasiliadon for anyone to reach him here and the problems at the Palati felt like they were nothing in comparison to warm sunlight, the sea breezes swaying the flowers and grasses. Insects buzzed around them. A cricket hopped on his knee and then escaped into the grass. Birds swooped down to catch this bug or that fluttering butterfly.
A ladybug crawled slowly along the yellow petals of the flower he held. He turned and put the flower on Athanasia’s knee, waiting until the ladybug exited the petal and crept onto her chiton instead. “There,” he said. “A better place.” And turned his attention back to the flowers. On his left, Imeeya was zooming through her flower chain, and he watched her work, tying the knots carefully and quickly. On his other side, Athanasia did the same and he nodded to himself, having the general idea of how to go about it. Not that he braided anything with any regularity. He’d been a prince before and a king now. There was never a need to make anything for himself.
“This...is not as easy as it looks,” he mused aloud while they chattered around him.
“What do you think? Does it suit me?” Imeeya asked and Stephanos looked up in time to see her tilting her head and giving a small smile. The corners of his mouth upturned and he looked back down at his own mess of flowers.
“It suits you very well. Very pretty,” he added. Then he looked up. “You could braid them into your hair? I’ve seen that before.” It didn’t matter that the flowers would be faded and wilted by dinner. She’d look pretty while they were having their little flower collecting day in the fields.
“You are the Queen of Flowers,” Athanasia said and Stephanos grinned, looking back at Imeeya.
“Yes, I agree. The Flower Queen.” Dropping his flowers in his lap, he cupped his hands around his mouth to project the sound and shouted, “All hail the Flower Queen!” as though there was a massive crowd of adoring, cheering, loyal people while they held court. He pushed his flower chain off his lap and laid back, pillowing his arms behind his head and staring up at the cerulean blue sky. “I’ll leave the flower crowns to you two,” he said. “I’ve found something I’m terrible at.” Which was no big shock. He didn’t ever spend his time collecting flowers and then braiding them.
“So I was thinking,” he said presently. “That if we made enough wreaths of flowers, we might be able to drape them all around Vangelis’s room...Fix them up by the ceiling all the way around. Give him one to wear on his head before dinner? I mean…” he finally sat up, drawing his knees loosely to his chest and wrapping his arms around one as he surveyed the field. “I think we’ll need more than we have now. I think we’ll have to be fairly industrious. What do we say?”
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While the girls declared a contest to the fastest person to tie flowers into chains, Stephanos took his sweet time in both walking over there, and then tipping his basket down so that he could pick through it for the choicest flowers with the best stems. He sat himself down right between them, elbows occasionally bumping one or the other of them and fairly happy for the first time in weeks. There was something about sitting here in a field of flowers. He was too far from Vasiliadon for anyone to reach him here and the problems at the Palati felt like they were nothing in comparison to warm sunlight, the sea breezes swaying the flowers and grasses. Insects buzzed around them. A cricket hopped on his knee and then escaped into the grass. Birds swooped down to catch this bug or that fluttering butterfly.
A ladybug crawled slowly along the yellow petals of the flower he held. He turned and put the flower on Athanasia’s knee, waiting until the ladybug exited the petal and crept onto her chiton instead. “There,” he said. “A better place.” And turned his attention back to the flowers. On his left, Imeeya was zooming through her flower chain, and he watched her work, tying the knots carefully and quickly. On his other side, Athanasia did the same and he nodded to himself, having the general idea of how to go about it. Not that he braided anything with any regularity. He’d been a prince before and a king now. There was never a need to make anything for himself.
“This...is not as easy as it looks,” he mused aloud while they chattered around him.
“What do you think? Does it suit me?” Imeeya asked and Stephanos looked up in time to see her tilting her head and giving a small smile. The corners of his mouth upturned and he looked back down at his own mess of flowers.
“It suits you very well. Very pretty,” he added. Then he looked up. “You could braid them into your hair? I’ve seen that before.” It didn’t matter that the flowers would be faded and wilted by dinner. She’d look pretty while they were having their little flower collecting day in the fields.
“You are the Queen of Flowers,” Athanasia said and Stephanos grinned, looking back at Imeeya.
“Yes, I agree. The Flower Queen.” Dropping his flowers in his lap, he cupped his hands around his mouth to project the sound and shouted, “All hail the Flower Queen!” as though there was a massive crowd of adoring, cheering, loyal people while they held court. He pushed his flower chain off his lap and laid back, pillowing his arms behind his head and staring up at the cerulean blue sky. “I’ll leave the flower crowns to you two,” he said. “I’ve found something I’m terrible at.” Which was no big shock. He didn’t ever spend his time collecting flowers and then braiding them.
“So I was thinking,” he said presently. “That if we made enough wreaths of flowers, we might be able to drape them all around Vangelis’s room...Fix them up by the ceiling all the way around. Give him one to wear on his head before dinner? I mean…” he finally sat up, drawing his knees loosely to his chest and wrapping his arms around one as he surveyed the field. “I think we’ll need more than we have now. I think we’ll have to be fairly industrious. What do we say?”
While the girls declared a contest to the fastest person to tie flowers into chains, Stephanos took his sweet time in both walking over there, and then tipping his basket down so that he could pick through it for the choicest flowers with the best stems. He sat himself down right between them, elbows occasionally bumping one or the other of them and fairly happy for the first time in weeks. There was something about sitting here in a field of flowers. He was too far from Vasiliadon for anyone to reach him here and the problems at the Palati felt like they were nothing in comparison to warm sunlight, the sea breezes swaying the flowers and grasses. Insects buzzed around them. A cricket hopped on his knee and then escaped into the grass. Birds swooped down to catch this bug or that fluttering butterfly.
A ladybug crawled slowly along the yellow petals of the flower he held. He turned and put the flower on Athanasia’s knee, waiting until the ladybug exited the petal and crept onto her chiton instead. “There,” he said. “A better place.” And turned his attention back to the flowers. On his left, Imeeya was zooming through her flower chain, and he watched her work, tying the knots carefully and quickly. On his other side, Athanasia did the same and he nodded to himself, having the general idea of how to go about it. Not that he braided anything with any regularity. He’d been a prince before and a king now. There was never a need to make anything for himself.
“This...is not as easy as it looks,” he mused aloud while they chattered around him.
“What do you think? Does it suit me?” Imeeya asked and Stephanos looked up in time to see her tilting her head and giving a small smile. The corners of his mouth upturned and he looked back down at his own mess of flowers.
“It suits you very well. Very pretty,” he added. Then he looked up. “You could braid them into your hair? I’ve seen that before.” It didn’t matter that the flowers would be faded and wilted by dinner. She’d look pretty while they were having their little flower collecting day in the fields.
“You are the Queen of Flowers,” Athanasia said and Stephanos grinned, looking back at Imeeya.
“Yes, I agree. The Flower Queen.” Dropping his flowers in his lap, he cupped his hands around his mouth to project the sound and shouted, “All hail the Flower Queen!” as though there was a massive crowd of adoring, cheering, loyal people while they held court. He pushed his flower chain off his lap and laid back, pillowing his arms behind his head and staring up at the cerulean blue sky. “I’ll leave the flower crowns to you two,” he said. “I’ve found something I’m terrible at.” Which was no big shock. He didn’t ever spend his time collecting flowers and then braiding them.
“So I was thinking,” he said presently. “That if we made enough wreaths of flowers, we might be able to drape them all around Vangelis’s room...Fix them up by the ceiling all the way around. Give him one to wear on his head before dinner? I mean…” he finally sat up, drawing his knees loosely to his chest and wrapping his arms around one as he surveyed the field. “I think we’ll need more than we have now. I think we’ll have to be fairly industrious. What do we say?”
Imeeya grinned and adjusted the crown of flowers in her hair as she was declared Queen of the Flowers. Even though it was a silly title, there was something nice about that adulation. It was perhaps the best she could hope to receive.
Imeeya had never been someone who had spent much time making things with her hands. She had slaves and servants to do that for her. Her creations were limited to small crafts or pieces of art created solely for pleasure, and even those she hadn’t done in a long time. Making flower chains was a task for children, and it had surprised her how readily the king of Taengea had agreed to the task. Then again, there was something quite nice about just having a simple repetitive task that gave a finished product at the end.
As she picked through her basket of flowers, she found many that weren’t suitable for chaining. She turned to her cousin laughing. “I think you’re right. I may have picked too quickly for my own good. Even if I did win.” She added the little reminder at the end. Had it been anyone but Asia, she would have been hard pressed to even admit her mistake in flower choice, but around Asia she didn’t feel like she had to be so defensive. Perhaps she could save a few of the flowers that weren’t suitable for making chains to braid into her hair later.
Stephanos made a few attempts at chaining flowers before he declared that he wasn’t going to be much help at the task. Imeeya stopped her own braiding and turned towards him. “Well if you’re no use to us making the daisy chains, I think you should gather the flowers. It’ll probably take both of us to keep up with the flowers that you bring back.” Imeeya turned to Asia grinning conspiratorially. ‘What do you think Asia? Do you think we can get Vangelis to crack a smile?” Imeeya hoped that all this work wouldn’t be met with the same stony silence that one usually expected from Vangelis. If anything had a chance at working, it would be this.
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Imeeya grinned and adjusted the crown of flowers in her hair as she was declared Queen of the Flowers. Even though it was a silly title, there was something nice about that adulation. It was perhaps the best she could hope to receive.
Imeeya had never been someone who had spent much time making things with her hands. She had slaves and servants to do that for her. Her creations were limited to small crafts or pieces of art created solely for pleasure, and even those she hadn’t done in a long time. Making flower chains was a task for children, and it had surprised her how readily the king of Taengea had agreed to the task. Then again, there was something quite nice about just having a simple repetitive task that gave a finished product at the end.
As she picked through her basket of flowers, she found many that weren’t suitable for chaining. She turned to her cousin laughing. “I think you’re right. I may have picked too quickly for my own good. Even if I did win.” She added the little reminder at the end. Had it been anyone but Asia, she would have been hard pressed to even admit her mistake in flower choice, but around Asia she didn’t feel like she had to be so defensive. Perhaps she could save a few of the flowers that weren’t suitable for making chains to braid into her hair later.
Stephanos made a few attempts at chaining flowers before he declared that he wasn’t going to be much help at the task. Imeeya stopped her own braiding and turned towards him. “Well if you’re no use to us making the daisy chains, I think you should gather the flowers. It’ll probably take both of us to keep up with the flowers that you bring back.” Imeeya turned to Asia grinning conspiratorially. ‘What do you think Asia? Do you think we can get Vangelis to crack a smile?” Imeeya hoped that all this work wouldn’t be met with the same stony silence that one usually expected from Vangelis. If anything had a chance at working, it would be this.
Imeeya grinned and adjusted the crown of flowers in her hair as she was declared Queen of the Flowers. Even though it was a silly title, there was something nice about that adulation. It was perhaps the best she could hope to receive.
Imeeya had never been someone who had spent much time making things with her hands. She had slaves and servants to do that for her. Her creations were limited to small crafts or pieces of art created solely for pleasure, and even those she hadn’t done in a long time. Making flower chains was a task for children, and it had surprised her how readily the king of Taengea had agreed to the task. Then again, there was something quite nice about just having a simple repetitive task that gave a finished product at the end.
As she picked through her basket of flowers, she found many that weren’t suitable for chaining. She turned to her cousin laughing. “I think you’re right. I may have picked too quickly for my own good. Even if I did win.” She added the little reminder at the end. Had it been anyone but Asia, she would have been hard pressed to even admit her mistake in flower choice, but around Asia she didn’t feel like she had to be so defensive. Perhaps she could save a few of the flowers that weren’t suitable for making chains to braid into her hair later.
Stephanos made a few attempts at chaining flowers before he declared that he wasn’t going to be much help at the task. Imeeya stopped her own braiding and turned towards him. “Well if you’re no use to us making the daisy chains, I think you should gather the flowers. It’ll probably take both of us to keep up with the flowers that you bring back.” Imeeya turned to Asia grinning conspiratorially. ‘What do you think Asia? Do you think we can get Vangelis to crack a smile?” Imeeya hoped that all this work wouldn’t be met with the same stony silence that one usually expected from Vangelis. If anything had a chance at working, it would be this.
As Athanasia continued to work on her pink, purple, and white flower crown, King Stephanos brought over his basket and sat down between them, picking through the blooms he had picked. She looked at him curiously when he placed a yellow flower on her knee. That was an odd thing to do. Then she saw the ladybug crawl from one of the petals and onto her chiton and she smiled up at him. “Yes, a much better place. Nobody will step on her here.”
The princess was not afraid of insects of any kind and she liked to watch them when she went out into the forests to hunt or just for a walk. She'd seen some absolutely beautiful spider webs and it was fun to sneak up on crickets and watch them leap high into the air. Whenever she saw a butterfly, she would freeze in place and hold out her hand. Occasionally one would land upon it so that she could study its patterns and colors. Their tiny little legs tickled, making her want to laugh, but she was usually able to remain still until they launched into the air and flew away.
With one finger, she touched the ladybug lightly, so as not to startle it, and then went back to her crowns. Stephanos, as it turned out, needed no instruction. He picked up the braiding technique from observing Imeeya and herself weave the flowers together. “It takes practice,” Athanasia told him. “Keep at it and you will improve.”
He agreed with her proclamation that Imeeya was the Queen of Flowers and she laughed when he shouted “All hail the Flower Queen.” Picking up the red, blue, and yellow crown she had made for Stephanos, she placed it on his head and then set the one she had just finished upon her own. “And we're members of the Flower Court.” The princess bowed from her seated position, grinning at the other girl. Her cousin was the only one of them who had not been born royal, and this was one way that she could feel as if she was.
Athanasia wondered if she thought it strange that the King of Taengea was picking flowers with them. It seemed perfectly normal to her. As a little girl, her father had often indulged her childish whims, no matter how silly it made him look. Would Stephanos do the same for his little daughter when she became old enough for such things? He would now be able to teach her how to make flower chains despite the fact that he said he wasn't very good at it and wanted to give up.
“That's a wonderful idea,” she enthused to his suggestion that they drape wreaths of blooms around Vangelis' room. “And I agree with Imeeya. If we're going to do this, we need a lot more flowers than the ones we just picked.” She dumped the contents of her basket onto the grass and pushed it toward the King. “Be sure to leave leave the stems long so that they'll be easy to braid. The ones that aren't suitable for chains can be strewn around his room and across his bed.”
The princess grinned at her cousin. “I hope so. If we're lucky, he might actually chuckle, but I wouldn't hold my breath.” Her gaze encompassed both of her companions. “Which of us should have the honor of adorning his head with a flower crown?”
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As Athanasia continued to work on her pink, purple, and white flower crown, King Stephanos brought over his basket and sat down between them, picking through the blooms he had picked. She looked at him curiously when he placed a yellow flower on her knee. That was an odd thing to do. Then she saw the ladybug crawl from one of the petals and onto her chiton and she smiled up at him. “Yes, a much better place. Nobody will step on her here.”
The princess was not afraid of insects of any kind and she liked to watch them when she went out into the forests to hunt or just for a walk. She'd seen some absolutely beautiful spider webs and it was fun to sneak up on crickets and watch them leap high into the air. Whenever she saw a butterfly, she would freeze in place and hold out her hand. Occasionally one would land upon it so that she could study its patterns and colors. Their tiny little legs tickled, making her want to laugh, but she was usually able to remain still until they launched into the air and flew away.
With one finger, she touched the ladybug lightly, so as not to startle it, and then went back to her crowns. Stephanos, as it turned out, needed no instruction. He picked up the braiding technique from observing Imeeya and herself weave the flowers together. “It takes practice,” Athanasia told him. “Keep at it and you will improve.”
He agreed with her proclamation that Imeeya was the Queen of Flowers and she laughed when he shouted “All hail the Flower Queen.” Picking up the red, blue, and yellow crown she had made for Stephanos, she placed it on his head and then set the one she had just finished upon her own. “And we're members of the Flower Court.” The princess bowed from her seated position, grinning at the other girl. Her cousin was the only one of them who had not been born royal, and this was one way that she could feel as if she was.
Athanasia wondered if she thought it strange that the King of Taengea was picking flowers with them. It seemed perfectly normal to her. As a little girl, her father had often indulged her childish whims, no matter how silly it made him look. Would Stephanos do the same for his little daughter when she became old enough for such things? He would now be able to teach her how to make flower chains despite the fact that he said he wasn't very good at it and wanted to give up.
“That's a wonderful idea,” she enthused to his suggestion that they drape wreaths of blooms around Vangelis' room. “And I agree with Imeeya. If we're going to do this, we need a lot more flowers than the ones we just picked.” She dumped the contents of her basket onto the grass and pushed it toward the King. “Be sure to leave leave the stems long so that they'll be easy to braid. The ones that aren't suitable for chains can be strewn around his room and across his bed.”
The princess grinned at her cousin. “I hope so. If we're lucky, he might actually chuckle, but I wouldn't hold my breath.” Her gaze encompassed both of her companions. “Which of us should have the honor of adorning his head with a flower crown?”
As Athanasia continued to work on her pink, purple, and white flower crown, King Stephanos brought over his basket and sat down between them, picking through the blooms he had picked. She looked at him curiously when he placed a yellow flower on her knee. That was an odd thing to do. Then she saw the ladybug crawl from one of the petals and onto her chiton and she smiled up at him. “Yes, a much better place. Nobody will step on her here.”
The princess was not afraid of insects of any kind and she liked to watch them when she went out into the forests to hunt or just for a walk. She'd seen some absolutely beautiful spider webs and it was fun to sneak up on crickets and watch them leap high into the air. Whenever she saw a butterfly, she would freeze in place and hold out her hand. Occasionally one would land upon it so that she could study its patterns and colors. Their tiny little legs tickled, making her want to laugh, but she was usually able to remain still until they launched into the air and flew away.
With one finger, she touched the ladybug lightly, so as not to startle it, and then went back to her crowns. Stephanos, as it turned out, needed no instruction. He picked up the braiding technique from observing Imeeya and herself weave the flowers together. “It takes practice,” Athanasia told him. “Keep at it and you will improve.”
He agreed with her proclamation that Imeeya was the Queen of Flowers and she laughed when he shouted “All hail the Flower Queen.” Picking up the red, blue, and yellow crown she had made for Stephanos, she placed it on his head and then set the one she had just finished upon her own. “And we're members of the Flower Court.” The princess bowed from her seated position, grinning at the other girl. Her cousin was the only one of them who had not been born royal, and this was one way that she could feel as if she was.
Athanasia wondered if she thought it strange that the King of Taengea was picking flowers with them. It seemed perfectly normal to her. As a little girl, her father had often indulged her childish whims, no matter how silly it made him look. Would Stephanos do the same for his little daughter when she became old enough for such things? He would now be able to teach her how to make flower chains despite the fact that he said he wasn't very good at it and wanted to give up.
“That's a wonderful idea,” she enthused to his suggestion that they drape wreaths of blooms around Vangelis' room. “And I agree with Imeeya. If we're going to do this, we need a lot more flowers than the ones we just picked.” She dumped the contents of her basket onto the grass and pushed it toward the King. “Be sure to leave leave the stems long so that they'll be easy to braid. The ones that aren't suitable for chains can be strewn around his room and across his bed.”
The princess grinned at her cousin. “I hope so. If we're lucky, he might actually chuckle, but I wouldn't hold my breath.” Her gaze encompassed both of her companions. “Which of us should have the honor of adorning his head with a flower crown?”
“Well if you’re no use to us making the daisy chains, I think you should gather the flowers. It’ll probably take both of us to keep up with the flowers that you bring back.” Imeeya said.
“Bossy, bossy!” Stephanos teased.
Athanasia followed her cousin’s lead and dumped out the basket before handing it to him and giving him further instructions. “Be sure to leave leave the stems long so that they'll be easy to braid. The ones that aren't suitable for chains can be strewn around his room and across his bed.”
Stephanos rolled his eyes and shook his head when the two girls then ignored him and spoke to each other about which of them could get Vangelis to smile. “You’ll sooner draw blood from stones,” he muttered, half to himself, half to them as he hauled himself to his feet. Grabbing the basket, he wandered away from them, partially listening to their conversation as he moved slowly around, picking out only flowers with long stems, like Athanasia wanted.
Though he’d sort of griped at them, this was probably the most perfect, wholesome moment he’d had in quite a long time and he didn’t want it to end. He wanted this to go on forever - for all of his problems to disappear. Out here, he could forget that the Creed wanted to kill him and everyone he knew. He could forget his uncle was attempting to make him look like an incompetent idiot. It was easy to pretend his mother wasn’t willfully blind and seriously mistrustful of him, that his court wasn’t a den of snakes, and that life was simple.
He looked over at Imeeya and Athanasia as they laughed together and sighed. “Stay this way,” he whispered to himself, then looked down at the basket and realized he’d collected as many as were necessary. Hauling the basket back over to them, he spent the rest of the afternoon doing whatever they told him to, whether that was sitting still and receiving a flower crown, actually trying this time to help with the flower chains, or going to pluck more, until hours had passed and he found himself growing hungry.
Walking to the horses, he pulled out bread and cheese for the three of them. They ate that, all while still working on the flowers but Stephanos frowned. “Are we going to have enough time to finish this and get back?” he wondered aloud. “If we have to abandon having his room covered completely, I at least want some of it done.”
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“Well if you’re no use to us making the daisy chains, I think you should gather the flowers. It’ll probably take both of us to keep up with the flowers that you bring back.” Imeeya said.
“Bossy, bossy!” Stephanos teased.
Athanasia followed her cousin’s lead and dumped out the basket before handing it to him and giving him further instructions. “Be sure to leave leave the stems long so that they'll be easy to braid. The ones that aren't suitable for chains can be strewn around his room and across his bed.”
Stephanos rolled his eyes and shook his head when the two girls then ignored him and spoke to each other about which of them could get Vangelis to smile. “You’ll sooner draw blood from stones,” he muttered, half to himself, half to them as he hauled himself to his feet. Grabbing the basket, he wandered away from them, partially listening to their conversation as he moved slowly around, picking out only flowers with long stems, like Athanasia wanted.
Though he’d sort of griped at them, this was probably the most perfect, wholesome moment he’d had in quite a long time and he didn’t want it to end. He wanted this to go on forever - for all of his problems to disappear. Out here, he could forget that the Creed wanted to kill him and everyone he knew. He could forget his uncle was attempting to make him look like an incompetent idiot. It was easy to pretend his mother wasn’t willfully blind and seriously mistrustful of him, that his court wasn’t a den of snakes, and that life was simple.
He looked over at Imeeya and Athanasia as they laughed together and sighed. “Stay this way,” he whispered to himself, then looked down at the basket and realized he’d collected as many as were necessary. Hauling the basket back over to them, he spent the rest of the afternoon doing whatever they told him to, whether that was sitting still and receiving a flower crown, actually trying this time to help with the flower chains, or going to pluck more, until hours had passed and he found himself growing hungry.
Walking to the horses, he pulled out bread and cheese for the three of them. They ate that, all while still working on the flowers but Stephanos frowned. “Are we going to have enough time to finish this and get back?” he wondered aloud. “If we have to abandon having his room covered completely, I at least want some of it done.”
“Well if you’re no use to us making the daisy chains, I think you should gather the flowers. It’ll probably take both of us to keep up with the flowers that you bring back.” Imeeya said.
“Bossy, bossy!” Stephanos teased.
Athanasia followed her cousin’s lead and dumped out the basket before handing it to him and giving him further instructions. “Be sure to leave leave the stems long so that they'll be easy to braid. The ones that aren't suitable for chains can be strewn around his room and across his bed.”
Stephanos rolled his eyes and shook his head when the two girls then ignored him and spoke to each other about which of them could get Vangelis to smile. “You’ll sooner draw blood from stones,” he muttered, half to himself, half to them as he hauled himself to his feet. Grabbing the basket, he wandered away from them, partially listening to their conversation as he moved slowly around, picking out only flowers with long stems, like Athanasia wanted.
Though he’d sort of griped at them, this was probably the most perfect, wholesome moment he’d had in quite a long time and he didn’t want it to end. He wanted this to go on forever - for all of his problems to disappear. Out here, he could forget that the Creed wanted to kill him and everyone he knew. He could forget his uncle was attempting to make him look like an incompetent idiot. It was easy to pretend his mother wasn’t willfully blind and seriously mistrustful of him, that his court wasn’t a den of snakes, and that life was simple.
He looked over at Imeeya and Athanasia as they laughed together and sighed. “Stay this way,” he whispered to himself, then looked down at the basket and realized he’d collected as many as were necessary. Hauling the basket back over to them, he spent the rest of the afternoon doing whatever they told him to, whether that was sitting still and receiving a flower crown, actually trying this time to help with the flower chains, or going to pluck more, until hours had passed and he found himself growing hungry.
Walking to the horses, he pulled out bread and cheese for the three of them. They ate that, all while still working on the flowers but Stephanos frowned. “Are we going to have enough time to finish this and get back?” he wondered aloud. “If we have to abandon having his room covered completely, I at least want some of it done.”
It was so nice to have the time to spend just relaxing with her flower court. It was the kind of unstructured time that she didn’t have that often when she was back in Colchis. There was always something that needed seeing to or tending. While she could have relied on Chares to take care of these things, as she was while she was away in Taengea, she was always careful not to give away too much of her power to the man. Watching him required a constant state of alert if she wanted to maintain control over her own barony.
She grinned back at Asia as they joked about how to get him to smile. “I think that honor has to go to you. How could he get angry at his sweet little sister? I doubt he’d have as much patience with me.” Not that he had much chance of expressing any anger either. Vang showed his irritation much like he showed his happiness: barely and rarely.
With the plan changing to making garlands to drape around Vangelis’s work, the task turned from one of delicate precision to one of speed and quantity. As long as the flowers stayed together until they made it back to Vangelis’s room, the details of the flower chains were not of the utmost importance. Stephanos returned with more baskets of flowers just as they were running low. With Stephanos’s help fetching, carrying and even doing some braiding on his own, they made fast progress of the flower decorations.
Imeeya had been so focused on the flower braiding that she hadn’t even realized she was hungry until Stephanos brought over the basket of bread and cheese that they had brought with them. She stopped just long enough to have a few mouthfuls of food before returning to her flower braiding. While the pile had grown steadily, it still didn’t seem like nearly enough for the grand plans that they had for decorating Vangelis’s room. When Stephanos mentioned how late it was getting, Imeeya looked to the angle of the sun as it grew lower in the sky. “We should probably leave soon if we want to get back with enough time to arrange the flowers unseen. Perhaps we should think about starting to load the flowers onto the horses.” Imeeya rose to her feet stretching her arms above her head. Her neck and shoulders had grown tense as she had leaned over the delicate work of flower braiding.
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It was so nice to have the time to spend just relaxing with her flower court. It was the kind of unstructured time that she didn’t have that often when she was back in Colchis. There was always something that needed seeing to or tending. While she could have relied on Chares to take care of these things, as she was while she was away in Taengea, she was always careful not to give away too much of her power to the man. Watching him required a constant state of alert if she wanted to maintain control over her own barony.
She grinned back at Asia as they joked about how to get him to smile. “I think that honor has to go to you. How could he get angry at his sweet little sister? I doubt he’d have as much patience with me.” Not that he had much chance of expressing any anger either. Vang showed his irritation much like he showed his happiness: barely and rarely.
With the plan changing to making garlands to drape around Vangelis’s work, the task turned from one of delicate precision to one of speed and quantity. As long as the flowers stayed together until they made it back to Vangelis’s room, the details of the flower chains were not of the utmost importance. Stephanos returned with more baskets of flowers just as they were running low. With Stephanos’s help fetching, carrying and even doing some braiding on his own, they made fast progress of the flower decorations.
Imeeya had been so focused on the flower braiding that she hadn’t even realized she was hungry until Stephanos brought over the basket of bread and cheese that they had brought with them. She stopped just long enough to have a few mouthfuls of food before returning to her flower braiding. While the pile had grown steadily, it still didn’t seem like nearly enough for the grand plans that they had for decorating Vangelis’s room. When Stephanos mentioned how late it was getting, Imeeya looked to the angle of the sun as it grew lower in the sky. “We should probably leave soon if we want to get back with enough time to arrange the flowers unseen. Perhaps we should think about starting to load the flowers onto the horses.” Imeeya rose to her feet stretching her arms above her head. Her neck and shoulders had grown tense as she had leaned over the delicate work of flower braiding.
It was so nice to have the time to spend just relaxing with her flower court. It was the kind of unstructured time that she didn’t have that often when she was back in Colchis. There was always something that needed seeing to or tending. While she could have relied on Chares to take care of these things, as she was while she was away in Taengea, she was always careful not to give away too much of her power to the man. Watching him required a constant state of alert if she wanted to maintain control over her own barony.
She grinned back at Asia as they joked about how to get him to smile. “I think that honor has to go to you. How could he get angry at his sweet little sister? I doubt he’d have as much patience with me.” Not that he had much chance of expressing any anger either. Vang showed his irritation much like he showed his happiness: barely and rarely.
With the plan changing to making garlands to drape around Vangelis’s work, the task turned from one of delicate precision to one of speed and quantity. As long as the flowers stayed together until they made it back to Vangelis’s room, the details of the flower chains were not of the utmost importance. Stephanos returned with more baskets of flowers just as they were running low. With Stephanos’s help fetching, carrying and even doing some braiding on his own, they made fast progress of the flower decorations.
Imeeya had been so focused on the flower braiding that she hadn’t even realized she was hungry until Stephanos brought over the basket of bread and cheese that they had brought with them. She stopped just long enough to have a few mouthfuls of food before returning to her flower braiding. While the pile had grown steadily, it still didn’t seem like nearly enough for the grand plans that they had for decorating Vangelis’s room. When Stephanos mentioned how late it was getting, Imeeya looked to the angle of the sun as it grew lower in the sky. “We should probably leave soon if we want to get back with enough time to arrange the flowers unseen. Perhaps we should think about starting to load the flowers onto the horses.” Imeeya rose to her feet stretching her arms above her head. Her neck and shoulders had grown tense as she had leaned over the delicate work of flower braiding.
What a lovely excursion this was turning out to be. The sun was warm upon her head, shoulders, and arms, the birds were singing, as they winged through the sky, and lovely scent of the flowers Athanasia was weaving together wafted pleasantly through the air. And the people with whom she spent this beautiful day were fine company … her best friend and cousin, and an unexpected new friend who, though ruler of the kingdom she was visiting, was perfectly content to do as she and Imeeya asked, filling baskets with blooms suitable for braiding.
“Very well. I'll put the crown on his head.” Of the three of them, she was the least likely to anger Vangelis. He was accustomed to her mischief, though it had never been directed at him. As he had not been around when she was growing up and he rarely showed emotion, Athanasia felt that she didn't know him as well as her other brothers. They had never spent a lot of time together either. She wished that the two of them could be closer and hoped they would be someday.
“You know,” she said, tilting her head to the side as she worked, her hands deftly braiding the flowers together. “I don't remember him ever being angry with me. Hopefully, he won't start now.” Could Vangelis take a joke? Would he be amused when he found his room covered in flowers, even if he didn't show it? If he was infuriated, she doubted he would show that either. He was called the Stone Prince for a reason, though she had never really thought of him that way. Vang was her eldest brother and future King. She loved him as much as she loved the rest of her family and accepted him as he was, just as they all accepted her tomboyish tendencies.
King Stephanos brought back the baskets full of long-stemmed flowers and joined them again. The finished garlands were spread carefully on the grass and gradually expanded into a large pile. At one point, a butterfly landed upon her hand and Athanasia whispered to the others so that they could admire it before it flitted away. She had no idea how much time had passed, happy and content with the mundane task of making flower chains.
Her fingers began to ache slightly and she was glad when Stephanos brought out some bread and cheese for them to snack on. She had not even realized that she was hungry and she dug in, consuming her share and continuing her braiding while she was chewing and swallowing. Why did such simple fare taste so delicious today? Perhaps it was because she was enjoying herself so much.
Stephanos pointed out that it was getting late and it was only then that the princess noticed how low the sun was. “I think we have enough garlands now to decorate his entire room,” she commented, looking toward the pile of flowers. “And yes, I agree that we should start heading back.” Instead of standing like Imeeya did, she began to lift the garlands one by one and arrange them in the empty baskets. They were very fragile and she didn't want any of them to break.
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What a lovely excursion this was turning out to be. The sun was warm upon her head, shoulders, and arms, the birds were singing, as they winged through the sky, and lovely scent of the flowers Athanasia was weaving together wafted pleasantly through the air. And the people with whom she spent this beautiful day were fine company … her best friend and cousin, and an unexpected new friend who, though ruler of the kingdom she was visiting, was perfectly content to do as she and Imeeya asked, filling baskets with blooms suitable for braiding.
“Very well. I'll put the crown on his head.” Of the three of them, she was the least likely to anger Vangelis. He was accustomed to her mischief, though it had never been directed at him. As he had not been around when she was growing up and he rarely showed emotion, Athanasia felt that she didn't know him as well as her other brothers. They had never spent a lot of time together either. She wished that the two of them could be closer and hoped they would be someday.
“You know,” she said, tilting her head to the side as she worked, her hands deftly braiding the flowers together. “I don't remember him ever being angry with me. Hopefully, he won't start now.” Could Vangelis take a joke? Would he be amused when he found his room covered in flowers, even if he didn't show it? If he was infuriated, she doubted he would show that either. He was called the Stone Prince for a reason, though she had never really thought of him that way. Vang was her eldest brother and future King. She loved him as much as she loved the rest of her family and accepted him as he was, just as they all accepted her tomboyish tendencies.
King Stephanos brought back the baskets full of long-stemmed flowers and joined them again. The finished garlands were spread carefully on the grass and gradually expanded into a large pile. At one point, a butterfly landed upon her hand and Athanasia whispered to the others so that they could admire it before it flitted away. She had no idea how much time had passed, happy and content with the mundane task of making flower chains.
Her fingers began to ache slightly and she was glad when Stephanos brought out some bread and cheese for them to snack on. She had not even realized that she was hungry and she dug in, consuming her share and continuing her braiding while she was chewing and swallowing. Why did such simple fare taste so delicious today? Perhaps it was because she was enjoying herself so much.
Stephanos pointed out that it was getting late and it was only then that the princess noticed how low the sun was. “I think we have enough garlands now to decorate his entire room,” she commented, looking toward the pile of flowers. “And yes, I agree that we should start heading back.” Instead of standing like Imeeya did, she began to lift the garlands one by one and arrange them in the empty baskets. They were very fragile and she didn't want any of them to break.
What a lovely excursion this was turning out to be. The sun was warm upon her head, shoulders, and arms, the birds were singing, as they winged through the sky, and lovely scent of the flowers Athanasia was weaving together wafted pleasantly through the air. And the people with whom she spent this beautiful day were fine company … her best friend and cousin, and an unexpected new friend who, though ruler of the kingdom she was visiting, was perfectly content to do as she and Imeeya asked, filling baskets with blooms suitable for braiding.
“Very well. I'll put the crown on his head.” Of the three of them, she was the least likely to anger Vangelis. He was accustomed to her mischief, though it had never been directed at him. As he had not been around when she was growing up and he rarely showed emotion, Athanasia felt that she didn't know him as well as her other brothers. They had never spent a lot of time together either. She wished that the two of them could be closer and hoped they would be someday.
“You know,” she said, tilting her head to the side as she worked, her hands deftly braiding the flowers together. “I don't remember him ever being angry with me. Hopefully, he won't start now.” Could Vangelis take a joke? Would he be amused when he found his room covered in flowers, even if he didn't show it? If he was infuriated, she doubted he would show that either. He was called the Stone Prince for a reason, though she had never really thought of him that way. Vang was her eldest brother and future King. She loved him as much as she loved the rest of her family and accepted him as he was, just as they all accepted her tomboyish tendencies.
King Stephanos brought back the baskets full of long-stemmed flowers and joined them again. The finished garlands were spread carefully on the grass and gradually expanded into a large pile. At one point, a butterfly landed upon her hand and Athanasia whispered to the others so that they could admire it before it flitted away. She had no idea how much time had passed, happy and content with the mundane task of making flower chains.
Her fingers began to ache slightly and she was glad when Stephanos brought out some bread and cheese for them to snack on. She had not even realized that she was hungry and she dug in, consuming her share and continuing her braiding while she was chewing and swallowing. Why did such simple fare taste so delicious today? Perhaps it was because she was enjoying herself so much.
Stephanos pointed out that it was getting late and it was only then that the princess noticed how low the sun was. “I think we have enough garlands now to decorate his entire room,” she commented, looking toward the pile of flowers. “And yes, I agree that we should start heading back.” Instead of standing like Imeeya did, she began to lift the garlands one by one and arrange them in the empty baskets. They were very fragile and she didn't want any of them to break.
“Well done, ladies,” Stephanos teased and set about affixing the baskets to their respective horses. The task was as pleasant as it seemed, for both horse and king. There was nothing difficult about it except that he had to slip the strap through the loop, all while using his knee to keep the basket high enough on the horse to secure said basket to the saddle. Then he had to do the same on the other side. Six. Times. Two baskets per horse. The surety he’d had when they set out on that gorgeous morning didn’t wane, but he did curse himself for the entire idea. At this very moment, it didn’t seem so funny. But, Stephanos was not one to be unhappy for very long and by the time he was done with Imeeya’s horse, which was last, they were ready to head back to the Dimitrou manor.
“Come on, ladies, let’s go, let’s go,” he went behind them, batting at them with the long stem of a flower, using it like he would a stick if they were a pair of oxen. It went about as well as could be expected, the stem bending against Athanasia’s hip and then totally useless against Imeeya’s back. He doubted either of them would feel it except for the vaguest hint of pressure. “Here, allow me,” he said and did not wait for permission before lifting Imeeya over the basket and onto her horse. He did the same to Athanasia and then had the herculean task of clambering onto his own horse and having to sit awkwardly around the baskets.
“Let us away,” he said cheerfully, knowing full well that he was spurring everyone on in a complete break from their lazy pace that they’d been using all day long. That was the problem, though. They’d been so languid and cared so little for time that they were fast running out of it. Who knew where Vangelis was at that very moment? Or how much time they would have to decorate his room before he entered it? Stephanos took the lead back to the mansion, being more familiar with their surroundings than either of the women with him. “Remember, not a single word to the servants,” he said, twisting around in the saddle and shooting them an easy grin.
The ride back did not take long and soon they were riding back through the gate of Lord Gavriil’s estate. As much as Stephanos did not want the servants to know what they were doing, he didn’t say no to being helped with the baskets, though he did give orders not to open them. New king he might be, idiot he was not. There was no way he was going to waste as much time as it would take for the three of them to lug in the baskets and then to trudge out a second time, all while the servants stood there, waiting for them, having to hold the thirsty horses until they could be unloaded. That was silly.
Once they were in Vangelis’s room, he rubbed his hands together. “Quick quick,” he said and threw a flower chain over the nearest animal head on the wall. He wondered if all these animals had been shot by Lord Gavriil and his children but decided, no, that was unlikely. For one, there were just far, far too many antlers. If Lord Gavriil shot all of these, then Stephanos was pretty sure that the forest was fresh out of deer. Or boars. Or bears. For the manor had the heads of boars, the pelts of bear, deer, lions, and gods knew whatever else could possibly be hunted. It was practically a museum for what lived in Greece and could die by the baron’s arrows.
“Make sure to stuff some in his pillow cases,” Stephanos said to no one in particular. “I want him smelling like a daisy by morning.”
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“Well done, ladies,” Stephanos teased and set about affixing the baskets to their respective horses. The task was as pleasant as it seemed, for both horse and king. There was nothing difficult about it except that he had to slip the strap through the loop, all while using his knee to keep the basket high enough on the horse to secure said basket to the saddle. Then he had to do the same on the other side. Six. Times. Two baskets per horse. The surety he’d had when they set out on that gorgeous morning didn’t wane, but he did curse himself for the entire idea. At this very moment, it didn’t seem so funny. But, Stephanos was not one to be unhappy for very long and by the time he was done with Imeeya’s horse, which was last, they were ready to head back to the Dimitrou manor.
“Come on, ladies, let’s go, let’s go,” he went behind them, batting at them with the long stem of a flower, using it like he would a stick if they were a pair of oxen. It went about as well as could be expected, the stem bending against Athanasia’s hip and then totally useless against Imeeya’s back. He doubted either of them would feel it except for the vaguest hint of pressure. “Here, allow me,” he said and did not wait for permission before lifting Imeeya over the basket and onto her horse. He did the same to Athanasia and then had the herculean task of clambering onto his own horse and having to sit awkwardly around the baskets.
“Let us away,” he said cheerfully, knowing full well that he was spurring everyone on in a complete break from their lazy pace that they’d been using all day long. That was the problem, though. They’d been so languid and cared so little for time that they were fast running out of it. Who knew where Vangelis was at that very moment? Or how much time they would have to decorate his room before he entered it? Stephanos took the lead back to the mansion, being more familiar with their surroundings than either of the women with him. “Remember, not a single word to the servants,” he said, twisting around in the saddle and shooting them an easy grin.
The ride back did not take long and soon they were riding back through the gate of Lord Gavriil’s estate. As much as Stephanos did not want the servants to know what they were doing, he didn’t say no to being helped with the baskets, though he did give orders not to open them. New king he might be, idiot he was not. There was no way he was going to waste as much time as it would take for the three of them to lug in the baskets and then to trudge out a second time, all while the servants stood there, waiting for them, having to hold the thirsty horses until they could be unloaded. That was silly.
Once they were in Vangelis’s room, he rubbed his hands together. “Quick quick,” he said and threw a flower chain over the nearest animal head on the wall. He wondered if all these animals had been shot by Lord Gavriil and his children but decided, no, that was unlikely. For one, there were just far, far too many antlers. If Lord Gavriil shot all of these, then Stephanos was pretty sure that the forest was fresh out of deer. Or boars. Or bears. For the manor had the heads of boars, the pelts of bear, deer, lions, and gods knew whatever else could possibly be hunted. It was practically a museum for what lived in Greece and could die by the baron’s arrows.
“Make sure to stuff some in his pillow cases,” Stephanos said to no one in particular. “I want him smelling like a daisy by morning.”
“Well done, ladies,” Stephanos teased and set about affixing the baskets to their respective horses. The task was as pleasant as it seemed, for both horse and king. There was nothing difficult about it except that he had to slip the strap through the loop, all while using his knee to keep the basket high enough on the horse to secure said basket to the saddle. Then he had to do the same on the other side. Six. Times. Two baskets per horse. The surety he’d had when they set out on that gorgeous morning didn’t wane, but he did curse himself for the entire idea. At this very moment, it didn’t seem so funny. But, Stephanos was not one to be unhappy for very long and by the time he was done with Imeeya’s horse, which was last, they were ready to head back to the Dimitrou manor.
“Come on, ladies, let’s go, let’s go,” he went behind them, batting at them with the long stem of a flower, using it like he would a stick if they were a pair of oxen. It went about as well as could be expected, the stem bending against Athanasia’s hip and then totally useless against Imeeya’s back. He doubted either of them would feel it except for the vaguest hint of pressure. “Here, allow me,” he said and did not wait for permission before lifting Imeeya over the basket and onto her horse. He did the same to Athanasia and then had the herculean task of clambering onto his own horse and having to sit awkwardly around the baskets.
“Let us away,” he said cheerfully, knowing full well that he was spurring everyone on in a complete break from their lazy pace that they’d been using all day long. That was the problem, though. They’d been so languid and cared so little for time that they were fast running out of it. Who knew where Vangelis was at that very moment? Or how much time they would have to decorate his room before he entered it? Stephanos took the lead back to the mansion, being more familiar with their surroundings than either of the women with him. “Remember, not a single word to the servants,” he said, twisting around in the saddle and shooting them an easy grin.
The ride back did not take long and soon they were riding back through the gate of Lord Gavriil’s estate. As much as Stephanos did not want the servants to know what they were doing, he didn’t say no to being helped with the baskets, though he did give orders not to open them. New king he might be, idiot he was not. There was no way he was going to waste as much time as it would take for the three of them to lug in the baskets and then to trudge out a second time, all while the servants stood there, waiting for them, having to hold the thirsty horses until they could be unloaded. That was silly.
Once they were in Vangelis’s room, he rubbed his hands together. “Quick quick,” he said and threw a flower chain over the nearest animal head on the wall. He wondered if all these animals had been shot by Lord Gavriil and his children but decided, no, that was unlikely. For one, there were just far, far too many antlers. If Lord Gavriil shot all of these, then Stephanos was pretty sure that the forest was fresh out of deer. Or boars. Or bears. For the manor had the heads of boars, the pelts of bear, deer, lions, and gods knew whatever else could possibly be hunted. It was practically a museum for what lived in Greece and could die by the baron’s arrows.
“Make sure to stuff some in his pillow cases,” Stephanos said to no one in particular. “I want him smelling like a daisy by morning.”
Normally Imeeya wouldn't have taken kindly to being picked up and placed on her horse without warning but the giddiness of the whole affair had gone entirely to her head. By the time one was braiding daisy chains to decorate Vangelis's room, such trivial things as being hoisted unexpectedly in the air seemed to be a much less serious affront. Therefore, Stephanos earned only a shriek that turned into a laugh and a swat on the arm, instead of a demand that she be put down at once. Imeeya's horse glanced warily at the flower baskets that hung awkwardly on either side of the saddle, but the beast was well trained and caused no fuss about the unusual load.
At the king 's command, they set off back to the house, the baskets bouncing awkwardly against Imeeya's legs at the brisk pace. The speed of the return only echoed the building eagerness to see the fruits of their afternoon 's worth of labor. Perhaps it was only an overly hopeful imagination, but Imeeya could not believe that Vangelis would not at least crack a smile at their efforts. If only due to the complete absurdity of the situation he would find himself in.
When they returned, the servants helped to unload the baskets. True to the king 's orders, she didn't utter a word about the contents, but she couldn't help but exchange meaningful glances with Asia while trying to hold in a laugh. The greatest prank any of the servants would ever see was happening right under their noses and they were none the wiser.
When they reached the room where Vangelis was staying, there the fun really began. Stephanos was throwing the chains of flowers onto the taller objects in the room, so Imeeya started spreading some of the loose flowers around on the bed. At the king's suggestion that the pillows should be filled as well, Imeeya stopped and gave him a salute as a soldier would their commanding officer. “Yes, sir!" Imeeya held a serious expression for only a moment, before meeting Asia's eyes and dissolving into a fit of giggles. It took a few moments before Imeeya had recovered enough to continue her task of filling Vangelis's bedclothes full of flowers.
When she was done, she took a moment to step back and admire the work the group had done. There were flowers strewn on every surface. Daisy chains hung from the animal heads that adorned the walls, in stark contrast to the masculine feel they would normally evoke. Imeeya grinned impishly. "It's perfect!" She declared. Now the only question that remained was when Vangelis was going to see it, and how they were going to observe his reaction when he did.
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Normally Imeeya wouldn't have taken kindly to being picked up and placed on her horse without warning but the giddiness of the whole affair had gone entirely to her head. By the time one was braiding daisy chains to decorate Vangelis's room, such trivial things as being hoisted unexpectedly in the air seemed to be a much less serious affront. Therefore, Stephanos earned only a shriek that turned into a laugh and a swat on the arm, instead of a demand that she be put down at once. Imeeya's horse glanced warily at the flower baskets that hung awkwardly on either side of the saddle, but the beast was well trained and caused no fuss about the unusual load.
At the king 's command, they set off back to the house, the baskets bouncing awkwardly against Imeeya's legs at the brisk pace. The speed of the return only echoed the building eagerness to see the fruits of their afternoon 's worth of labor. Perhaps it was only an overly hopeful imagination, but Imeeya could not believe that Vangelis would not at least crack a smile at their efforts. If only due to the complete absurdity of the situation he would find himself in.
When they returned, the servants helped to unload the baskets. True to the king 's orders, she didn't utter a word about the contents, but she couldn't help but exchange meaningful glances with Asia while trying to hold in a laugh. The greatest prank any of the servants would ever see was happening right under their noses and they were none the wiser.
When they reached the room where Vangelis was staying, there the fun really began. Stephanos was throwing the chains of flowers onto the taller objects in the room, so Imeeya started spreading some of the loose flowers around on the bed. At the king's suggestion that the pillows should be filled as well, Imeeya stopped and gave him a salute as a soldier would their commanding officer. “Yes, sir!" Imeeya held a serious expression for only a moment, before meeting Asia's eyes and dissolving into a fit of giggles. It took a few moments before Imeeya had recovered enough to continue her task of filling Vangelis's bedclothes full of flowers.
When she was done, she took a moment to step back and admire the work the group had done. There were flowers strewn on every surface. Daisy chains hung from the animal heads that adorned the walls, in stark contrast to the masculine feel they would normally evoke. Imeeya grinned impishly. "It's perfect!" She declared. Now the only question that remained was when Vangelis was going to see it, and how they were going to observe his reaction when he did.
Normally Imeeya wouldn't have taken kindly to being picked up and placed on her horse without warning but the giddiness of the whole affair had gone entirely to her head. By the time one was braiding daisy chains to decorate Vangelis's room, such trivial things as being hoisted unexpectedly in the air seemed to be a much less serious affront. Therefore, Stephanos earned only a shriek that turned into a laugh and a swat on the arm, instead of a demand that she be put down at once. Imeeya's horse glanced warily at the flower baskets that hung awkwardly on either side of the saddle, but the beast was well trained and caused no fuss about the unusual load.
At the king 's command, they set off back to the house, the baskets bouncing awkwardly against Imeeya's legs at the brisk pace. The speed of the return only echoed the building eagerness to see the fruits of their afternoon 's worth of labor. Perhaps it was only an overly hopeful imagination, but Imeeya could not believe that Vangelis would not at least crack a smile at their efforts. If only due to the complete absurdity of the situation he would find himself in.
When they returned, the servants helped to unload the baskets. True to the king 's orders, she didn't utter a word about the contents, but she couldn't help but exchange meaningful glances with Asia while trying to hold in a laugh. The greatest prank any of the servants would ever see was happening right under their noses and they were none the wiser.
When they reached the room where Vangelis was staying, there the fun really began. Stephanos was throwing the chains of flowers onto the taller objects in the room, so Imeeya started spreading some of the loose flowers around on the bed. At the king's suggestion that the pillows should be filled as well, Imeeya stopped and gave him a salute as a soldier would their commanding officer. “Yes, sir!" Imeeya held a serious expression for only a moment, before meeting Asia's eyes and dissolving into a fit of giggles. It took a few moments before Imeeya had recovered enough to continue her task of filling Vangelis's bedclothes full of flowers.
When she was done, she took a moment to step back and admire the work the group had done. There were flowers strewn on every surface. Daisy chains hung from the animal heads that adorned the walls, in stark contrast to the masculine feel they would normally evoke. Imeeya grinned impishly. "It's perfect!" She declared. Now the only question that remained was when Vangelis was going to see it, and how they were going to observe his reaction when he did.
Athanasia stood beside Imeeya and watched King Stephanos attach all six baskets to the horses, a task normally done by servants. She thought about asking if she could help. For a girl, she was quite strong and she wasn’t one of those prissy princesses who detested getting her hands dirty. She had not actually met any other princesses, but some of the noble girls of her acquaintance were too prim even to think of making flower chains. Her favorite cousin was bold, daring, and adventurous too, and this wonderful day was definitely turning into an adventure.
A colorful butterfly caught her eye and she turned to watch it, tempted to chase it like she had when she was a small child. Despite hours of weaving flowers together, she was full of energy. Only two baskets were left and if she went racing after a butterfly, Stephanos would have to fetch her when he was ready to go, and they would then have less time to decorate Vangelis’ room. She could hardly wait to see the look on her eldest brother’s face when he discovered what they had done. Maybe, just maybe, he would even crack a smile.
She was surprised when the king lifted Imeeya onto her horse. Athanasia was ready when he came for her and held up her arms to him with a playful grin. As she was swung upwards, she imagined that was what flying must feel like. Then her bum met the saddle and she had to push the baskets a bit outwards to put her feet into the stirrups. She hoped she would be able to manage, not being the best rider in the world. All they needed was for her to fall off and sprain her ankle or something equally stupid. Their prank would be ruined and it would be all her fault.
“My lips are sealed,” she laughed when Stephanos told them not to tell the servants what they were doing. They would not dare to ask anyway, and the baskets were sealed so that their contents could not be seen. The ride back was a bit awkward and she was glad that they rode at a brisk pace. Soon they were back at the Dimitrou estate. King Stephanos did not refuse the help of the servants and Athanasia waited until they had removed the baskets from her borrowed horse before she slid gracefully to the ground.
Finally in her brother’s room, she draped flower chains around every surface that she could reach. The king was placing them around the necks of the animal heads that hung on the wall. How could Vangelis sleep in this room, she wondered? The dead eyes of the hunting trophies seemed to follow her every movement, but she quickly forgot them in her eagerness to cover the room with flowers. Athanasia set the fragrant crown she planned to place on Vang’s head carefully onto a chair that she then covered in colorful blossoms.
Stephanos told them to fill the pillows and as Imeeya saluted like a soldier, the princess bowed like a servant and uttered: “Yes, Your Majesty.” She tried not to laugh, but her cousin’s giggles were infectious and she couldn’t help herself. How much fun this was! She was pleased that the king had suggested the outing. She knew she would never forget it and the best was still to come.
It wasn’t long until every surface in the room was adorned in flowers. “Absolutely perfect, “ she echoed Imeeya. Looking over at Stephanos, she asked. “What do we do now? Have you been here before? Is there a good place to hide?”
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Athanasia stood beside Imeeya and watched King Stephanos attach all six baskets to the horses, a task normally done by servants. She thought about asking if she could help. For a girl, she was quite strong and she wasn’t one of those prissy princesses who detested getting her hands dirty. She had not actually met any other princesses, but some of the noble girls of her acquaintance were too prim even to think of making flower chains. Her favorite cousin was bold, daring, and adventurous too, and this wonderful day was definitely turning into an adventure.
A colorful butterfly caught her eye and she turned to watch it, tempted to chase it like she had when she was a small child. Despite hours of weaving flowers together, she was full of energy. Only two baskets were left and if she went racing after a butterfly, Stephanos would have to fetch her when he was ready to go, and they would then have less time to decorate Vangelis’ room. She could hardly wait to see the look on her eldest brother’s face when he discovered what they had done. Maybe, just maybe, he would even crack a smile.
She was surprised when the king lifted Imeeya onto her horse. Athanasia was ready when he came for her and held up her arms to him with a playful grin. As she was swung upwards, she imagined that was what flying must feel like. Then her bum met the saddle and she had to push the baskets a bit outwards to put her feet into the stirrups. She hoped she would be able to manage, not being the best rider in the world. All they needed was for her to fall off and sprain her ankle or something equally stupid. Their prank would be ruined and it would be all her fault.
“My lips are sealed,” she laughed when Stephanos told them not to tell the servants what they were doing. They would not dare to ask anyway, and the baskets were sealed so that their contents could not be seen. The ride back was a bit awkward and she was glad that they rode at a brisk pace. Soon they were back at the Dimitrou estate. King Stephanos did not refuse the help of the servants and Athanasia waited until they had removed the baskets from her borrowed horse before she slid gracefully to the ground.
Finally in her brother’s room, she draped flower chains around every surface that she could reach. The king was placing them around the necks of the animal heads that hung on the wall. How could Vangelis sleep in this room, she wondered? The dead eyes of the hunting trophies seemed to follow her every movement, but she quickly forgot them in her eagerness to cover the room with flowers. Athanasia set the fragrant crown she planned to place on Vang’s head carefully onto a chair that she then covered in colorful blossoms.
Stephanos told them to fill the pillows and as Imeeya saluted like a soldier, the princess bowed like a servant and uttered: “Yes, Your Majesty.” She tried not to laugh, but her cousin’s giggles were infectious and she couldn’t help herself. How much fun this was! She was pleased that the king had suggested the outing. She knew she would never forget it and the best was still to come.
It wasn’t long until every surface in the room was adorned in flowers. “Absolutely perfect, “ she echoed Imeeya. Looking over at Stephanos, she asked. “What do we do now? Have you been here before? Is there a good place to hide?”
Athanasia stood beside Imeeya and watched King Stephanos attach all six baskets to the horses, a task normally done by servants. She thought about asking if she could help. For a girl, she was quite strong and she wasn’t one of those prissy princesses who detested getting her hands dirty. She had not actually met any other princesses, but some of the noble girls of her acquaintance were too prim even to think of making flower chains. Her favorite cousin was bold, daring, and adventurous too, and this wonderful day was definitely turning into an adventure.
A colorful butterfly caught her eye and she turned to watch it, tempted to chase it like she had when she was a small child. Despite hours of weaving flowers together, she was full of energy. Only two baskets were left and if she went racing after a butterfly, Stephanos would have to fetch her when he was ready to go, and they would then have less time to decorate Vangelis’ room. She could hardly wait to see the look on her eldest brother’s face when he discovered what they had done. Maybe, just maybe, he would even crack a smile.
She was surprised when the king lifted Imeeya onto her horse. Athanasia was ready when he came for her and held up her arms to him with a playful grin. As she was swung upwards, she imagined that was what flying must feel like. Then her bum met the saddle and she had to push the baskets a bit outwards to put her feet into the stirrups. She hoped she would be able to manage, not being the best rider in the world. All they needed was for her to fall off and sprain her ankle or something equally stupid. Their prank would be ruined and it would be all her fault.
“My lips are sealed,” she laughed when Stephanos told them not to tell the servants what they were doing. They would not dare to ask anyway, and the baskets were sealed so that their contents could not be seen. The ride back was a bit awkward and she was glad that they rode at a brisk pace. Soon they were back at the Dimitrou estate. King Stephanos did not refuse the help of the servants and Athanasia waited until they had removed the baskets from her borrowed horse before she slid gracefully to the ground.
Finally in her brother’s room, she draped flower chains around every surface that she could reach. The king was placing them around the necks of the animal heads that hung on the wall. How could Vangelis sleep in this room, she wondered? The dead eyes of the hunting trophies seemed to follow her every movement, but she quickly forgot them in her eagerness to cover the room with flowers. Athanasia set the fragrant crown she planned to place on Vang’s head carefully onto a chair that she then covered in colorful blossoms.
Stephanos told them to fill the pillows and as Imeeya saluted like a soldier, the princess bowed like a servant and uttered: “Yes, Your Majesty.” She tried not to laugh, but her cousin’s giggles were infectious and she couldn’t help herself. How much fun this was! She was pleased that the king had suggested the outing. She knew she would never forget it and the best was still to come.
It wasn’t long until every surface in the room was adorned in flowers. “Absolutely perfect, “ she echoed Imeeya. Looking over at Stephanos, she asked. “What do we do now? Have you been here before? Is there a good place to hide?”