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Stephanos was perfectly aware of how ridiculous this was and how very much Vangelis would not care for it; that was why it was fun. For Stephanos, it didn’t really matter what Vangelis’s reaction would be, whether Vangelis stared stoically, had a wide eyed moment, or, perhaps even better, actually liked it - the whole point of the adventure of the afternoon was to put back some levity in Stephanos’s own life. Vangelis, being an easy target for a prank, was perfect for this. If they’d targeted say, Dorothea, or Persephone, then the prank could be misconstrued as something else. Interest, maybe, and while Stephanos wouldn’t have turned either of those women down, he felt that it’d be less funny. Iason would have no satisfying reaction at all, and Lord Gavriil? Stephanos wouldn’t dare. It was one thing to abuse Lord Gavriil’s more placid son and another thing entirely to face the enigmatic Dimitrou Head of House.
He laughed when Imeeya saluted him and continued stringing up the flowers. They’d gathered loads in the hours they’d been in the fields but this still wasn’t enough for the dream Stephanos had in his mind. If he had the time, he’d have sent out all of Lord Gavriil’s servants to comb the hills and countryside for enough flowers to carpet the floor, decorate the bed, make chains dangling down the walls in a veritable curtain of petals. The room would have been so overpowering with the sweet blossoms that no one would be able to stand the cloying air for long, and even with all of it removed, Vangelis would probably have carried the perfume with him the next morning. Their own pickings would have to do, he lamented as he looped a chain of white flowers around the antlers of the last deer head mounted on the wall. Stephanos also appreciated all the giggles of the girls with him. This heavily reminded him of his sisters and he found the whole afternoon soothing.
Stepping back, hands on his hips, he surveyed the flowers still sticking out of the pillowcases, decorating the bedspread, woven around the frame of the bed, on each table, windowsill, wardrobe door, door frame, and on each animal head in the room. The one Stephanos was most proud of was the boar head that looked positively whimsical now, with a perfect flower crown sitting on its head, its ears poking out either side, and a daisy set delicately atop each tusk. He nodded to Imeeya’s “Perfect!” comment. Yes. It was perfect. Perfectly horrid for Vangelis, more than likely.
“If you two ever do this to me,” Stephanos warned with a grin, knowing that was a highly unlikely possibility but warning them anyway. “I will get even.” Not that they had been speaking to his cousin Lord Achilleas, but he and Achilleas were in quite the debt to each other, still owing for pranks from long ago. A drunk goat in Achilleas’s room had been Stephanos’s prime achievement when they’d been in the Order together.
"What do we do now?” Athanasia asked. ”Have you been here before? Is there a good place to hide?"
“Uh,” he glanced around the room, dropping his hands from his hips. “Let’s just say Lord Iason and I weren’t the best of friends.” And that was putting it mildly. It wasn’t like Stephanos had been invited here to either play with Iason as children or hunt with him as teens because they liked each other’s company. It was more because his own father didn’t want to snub the nobles and Stephanos was often used as a good natured emissary.
Footsteps could be heard down the hall and Stephanos stole to the door, pressing his ear to it. “Princess, does your brother have a heavy walk? Because I think that’s him.” Stephanos darted to the corner behind the door where he was assured of not being seen immediately, but not hit if Vangelis opened the door too wide. “Hide!” Stephanos hissed, making a vague ‘come here’ gesture while also making a wider one for them to dart around the room. Where the girls would go, he wasn’t entirely sure.
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Stephanos was perfectly aware of how ridiculous this was and how very much Vangelis would not care for it; that was why it was fun. For Stephanos, it didn’t really matter what Vangelis’s reaction would be, whether Vangelis stared stoically, had a wide eyed moment, or, perhaps even better, actually liked it - the whole point of the adventure of the afternoon was to put back some levity in Stephanos’s own life. Vangelis, being an easy target for a prank, was perfect for this. If they’d targeted say, Dorothea, or Persephone, then the prank could be misconstrued as something else. Interest, maybe, and while Stephanos wouldn’t have turned either of those women down, he felt that it’d be less funny. Iason would have no satisfying reaction at all, and Lord Gavriil? Stephanos wouldn’t dare. It was one thing to abuse Lord Gavriil’s more placid son and another thing entirely to face the enigmatic Dimitrou Head of House.
He laughed when Imeeya saluted him and continued stringing up the flowers. They’d gathered loads in the hours they’d been in the fields but this still wasn’t enough for the dream Stephanos had in his mind. If he had the time, he’d have sent out all of Lord Gavriil’s servants to comb the hills and countryside for enough flowers to carpet the floor, decorate the bed, make chains dangling down the walls in a veritable curtain of petals. The room would have been so overpowering with the sweet blossoms that no one would be able to stand the cloying air for long, and even with all of it removed, Vangelis would probably have carried the perfume with him the next morning. Their own pickings would have to do, he lamented as he looped a chain of white flowers around the antlers of the last deer head mounted on the wall. Stephanos also appreciated all the giggles of the girls with him. This heavily reminded him of his sisters and he found the whole afternoon soothing.
Stepping back, hands on his hips, he surveyed the flowers still sticking out of the pillowcases, decorating the bedspread, woven around the frame of the bed, on each table, windowsill, wardrobe door, door frame, and on each animal head in the room. The one Stephanos was most proud of was the boar head that looked positively whimsical now, with a perfect flower crown sitting on its head, its ears poking out either side, and a daisy set delicately atop each tusk. He nodded to Imeeya’s “Perfect!” comment. Yes. It was perfect. Perfectly horrid for Vangelis, more than likely.
“If you two ever do this to me,” Stephanos warned with a grin, knowing that was a highly unlikely possibility but warning them anyway. “I will get even.” Not that they had been speaking to his cousin Lord Achilleas, but he and Achilleas were in quite the debt to each other, still owing for pranks from long ago. A drunk goat in Achilleas’s room had been Stephanos’s prime achievement when they’d been in the Order together.
"What do we do now?” Athanasia asked. ”Have you been here before? Is there a good place to hide?"
“Uh,” he glanced around the room, dropping his hands from his hips. “Let’s just say Lord Iason and I weren’t the best of friends.” And that was putting it mildly. It wasn’t like Stephanos had been invited here to either play with Iason as children or hunt with him as teens because they liked each other’s company. It was more because his own father didn’t want to snub the nobles and Stephanos was often used as a good natured emissary.
Footsteps could be heard down the hall and Stephanos stole to the door, pressing his ear to it. “Princess, does your brother have a heavy walk? Because I think that’s him.” Stephanos darted to the corner behind the door where he was assured of not being seen immediately, but not hit if Vangelis opened the door too wide. “Hide!” Stephanos hissed, making a vague ‘come here’ gesture while also making a wider one for them to dart around the room. Where the girls would go, he wasn’t entirely sure.
Stephanos was perfectly aware of how ridiculous this was and how very much Vangelis would not care for it; that was why it was fun. For Stephanos, it didn’t really matter what Vangelis’s reaction would be, whether Vangelis stared stoically, had a wide eyed moment, or, perhaps even better, actually liked it - the whole point of the adventure of the afternoon was to put back some levity in Stephanos’s own life. Vangelis, being an easy target for a prank, was perfect for this. If they’d targeted say, Dorothea, or Persephone, then the prank could be misconstrued as something else. Interest, maybe, and while Stephanos wouldn’t have turned either of those women down, he felt that it’d be less funny. Iason would have no satisfying reaction at all, and Lord Gavriil? Stephanos wouldn’t dare. It was one thing to abuse Lord Gavriil’s more placid son and another thing entirely to face the enigmatic Dimitrou Head of House.
He laughed when Imeeya saluted him and continued stringing up the flowers. They’d gathered loads in the hours they’d been in the fields but this still wasn’t enough for the dream Stephanos had in his mind. If he had the time, he’d have sent out all of Lord Gavriil’s servants to comb the hills and countryside for enough flowers to carpet the floor, decorate the bed, make chains dangling down the walls in a veritable curtain of petals. The room would have been so overpowering with the sweet blossoms that no one would be able to stand the cloying air for long, and even with all of it removed, Vangelis would probably have carried the perfume with him the next morning. Their own pickings would have to do, he lamented as he looped a chain of white flowers around the antlers of the last deer head mounted on the wall. Stephanos also appreciated all the giggles of the girls with him. This heavily reminded him of his sisters and he found the whole afternoon soothing.
Stepping back, hands on his hips, he surveyed the flowers still sticking out of the pillowcases, decorating the bedspread, woven around the frame of the bed, on each table, windowsill, wardrobe door, door frame, and on each animal head in the room. The one Stephanos was most proud of was the boar head that looked positively whimsical now, with a perfect flower crown sitting on its head, its ears poking out either side, and a daisy set delicately atop each tusk. He nodded to Imeeya’s “Perfect!” comment. Yes. It was perfect. Perfectly horrid for Vangelis, more than likely.
“If you two ever do this to me,” Stephanos warned with a grin, knowing that was a highly unlikely possibility but warning them anyway. “I will get even.” Not that they had been speaking to his cousin Lord Achilleas, but he and Achilleas were in quite the debt to each other, still owing for pranks from long ago. A drunk goat in Achilleas’s room had been Stephanos’s prime achievement when they’d been in the Order together.
"What do we do now?” Athanasia asked. ”Have you been here before? Is there a good place to hide?"
“Uh,” he glanced around the room, dropping his hands from his hips. “Let’s just say Lord Iason and I weren’t the best of friends.” And that was putting it mildly. It wasn’t like Stephanos had been invited here to either play with Iason as children or hunt with him as teens because they liked each other’s company. It was more because his own father didn’t want to snub the nobles and Stephanos was often used as a good natured emissary.
Footsteps could be heard down the hall and Stephanos stole to the door, pressing his ear to it. “Princess, does your brother have a heavy walk? Because I think that’s him.” Stephanos darted to the corner behind the door where he was assured of not being seen immediately, but not hit if Vangelis opened the door too wide. “Hide!” Stephanos hissed, making a vague ‘come here’ gesture while also making a wider one for them to dart around the room. Where the girls would go, he wasn’t entirely sure.
Imeeya wasn’t sure how it was that whenever she and Asia spent time together they always seemed to get into some kind of trouble. Perhaps it was that they had been friends so long that Imeeya felt like she could let her guard down around her cousin. When Stephanos had come to them with this idea, it was just too good to turn down and between the two of them the excitement behind the idea had spun up into something that they were then actually doing. Now the idea was finally about to come to fruition.
Vangelis wasn’t usually the most fun loving of people, but that just made the idea all that much more hilarious. Besides, what was he going to do about it if the king was in on it? That made the whole thing that much more funny, that a king would help out with something like this. She could hardly imagine her uncle getting up to these kinds of hijinks, but perhaps it was different when a king was younger.
Asia had only just asked where they should hide, when suddenly the footsteps were heard down the hall. They were unmistakably Vangelis’s footsteps, Imeeya knew of no one else who walked with that cadence. With Stephanos hidden safely behind the door, Imeeya glanced around for any other place to hide. There wasn’t much time, and Imeeya found herself diving under the bed to hide herself. If she had had more time to think, she wouldn’t have picked the hiding place. It was a tight fit between the bed and the floor, and Imeeya was sure if she didn’t ruin her chiton by catching it against the bedframe, she would smudge it on the dirt that was far enough under the bed that it was hard to reach with normal cleaning. Luckily, she could at least see a bit of the door so she’d have some chance of catching her cousin’s expression at the scene. That would make it all worth it.
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Imeeya wasn’t sure how it was that whenever she and Asia spent time together they always seemed to get into some kind of trouble. Perhaps it was that they had been friends so long that Imeeya felt like she could let her guard down around her cousin. When Stephanos had come to them with this idea, it was just too good to turn down and between the two of them the excitement behind the idea had spun up into something that they were then actually doing. Now the idea was finally about to come to fruition.
Vangelis wasn’t usually the most fun loving of people, but that just made the idea all that much more hilarious. Besides, what was he going to do about it if the king was in on it? That made the whole thing that much more funny, that a king would help out with something like this. She could hardly imagine her uncle getting up to these kinds of hijinks, but perhaps it was different when a king was younger.
Asia had only just asked where they should hide, when suddenly the footsteps were heard down the hall. They were unmistakably Vangelis’s footsteps, Imeeya knew of no one else who walked with that cadence. With Stephanos hidden safely behind the door, Imeeya glanced around for any other place to hide. There wasn’t much time, and Imeeya found herself diving under the bed to hide herself. If she had had more time to think, she wouldn’t have picked the hiding place. It was a tight fit between the bed and the floor, and Imeeya was sure if she didn’t ruin her chiton by catching it against the bedframe, she would smudge it on the dirt that was far enough under the bed that it was hard to reach with normal cleaning. Luckily, she could at least see a bit of the door so she’d have some chance of catching her cousin’s expression at the scene. That would make it all worth it.
Imeeya wasn’t sure how it was that whenever she and Asia spent time together they always seemed to get into some kind of trouble. Perhaps it was that they had been friends so long that Imeeya felt like she could let her guard down around her cousin. When Stephanos had come to them with this idea, it was just too good to turn down and between the two of them the excitement behind the idea had spun up into something that they were then actually doing. Now the idea was finally about to come to fruition.
Vangelis wasn’t usually the most fun loving of people, but that just made the idea all that much more hilarious. Besides, what was he going to do about it if the king was in on it? That made the whole thing that much more funny, that a king would help out with something like this. She could hardly imagine her uncle getting up to these kinds of hijinks, but perhaps it was different when a king was younger.
Asia had only just asked where they should hide, when suddenly the footsteps were heard down the hall. They were unmistakably Vangelis’s footsteps, Imeeya knew of no one else who walked with that cadence. With Stephanos hidden safely behind the door, Imeeya glanced around for any other place to hide. There wasn’t much time, and Imeeya found herself diving under the bed to hide herself. If she had had more time to think, she wouldn’t have picked the hiding place. It was a tight fit between the bed and the floor, and Imeeya was sure if she didn’t ruin her chiton by catching it against the bedframe, she would smudge it on the dirt that was far enough under the bed that it was hard to reach with normal cleaning. Luckily, she could at least see a bit of the door so she’d have some chance of catching her cousin’s expression at the scene. That would make it all worth it.
The step that could be heard in the hallway was indeed Vangelis'. Having spent the morning going over his correspondence in his borrowed chambers, he had taken to the outside air after the midday repast. For a few hours he had worked the muscles that had begun to ache and set into place, fixing him in the posture he had taken at the little desk in his rooms. Instead of allowing himself to vegetate and freeze in such a scholarly set of bones and sinew, Vangelis had taken up his blades and headed for the grounds of the Dimitrou estate, round the back of the manor. It was there that, after an hour or so working in the heat of the summer day, he had come across Dorothea.
The woman had taken him to the shooting range that had been privately built for the Dimitrou family and the two had engaged in a friendly contest with a bow and arrow.
It had taken most of the afternoon, and utilised what was left of the brighter hours of his day but Vangelis did not regret to use of time. He had needed a break from the long-distance managing of his estates and familial duties back in Colchis. Not to mention a clearing of his head since he had met with Selene and sparked a confusing encounter that left him none the wiser to the standing of their relationship.
Blinking away such thoughts, Vangelis had returned to the Dimitrou estate and found the well outside of the kitchens. Hiking up the barrel from deep within its belly, he had cupped a hand and helped himself to a drink before dousing his head. The heat of the day had been mitigated some by a cool breeze that had kept up its efforts for most of the latter-day but he had been under the sun so long that he had begun to sweat regardless. Not to mention the gradual languidness and almost sleepy tendency that developed when under such heat for too long.
And he had work to do when he returned to the estate. Not only did his weapons need cleaning and tending to, but he had new messages from Magnus to read over and a letter from Selene had been delivered that morning. He had yet to open it.
Shaking his head like a dog and in a manner far unbecoming for a prince, Vangelis fell back into the easy behaviour of a soldier, given that there was no-one in sight and speckled the well with droplets from his over-long hair. He pushed it back from his face and shook out the strands, water dripping through the stubble on his chin. He ran a hand over his jaw and added a shave to his list of tasks for the evening.
Lifting his tunic to wipe at his face, Vangelis turned and headed indoors, seeking a fresh chiton and perhaps sandals inside of his boots to air his feet a little. His mind on other things, his steps set into their natural heavy step as they progressed beyond the servants’ quarters and into the guest wing of the Dimitrou household. It was here that Imeeya, Asia and himself had been placed, with Nike taking a room in the servants’ quarters and Stephanos... Vangelis wasn't sure where he was staying - possibly with the main family, given his status as king of their kingdom...
Noting a quick noise of shuffling from inside the chamber he had been bestowed for his stay, Vangelis thought nothing of it and assumed it to be a servant within, cleaning or otherwise tending to the rooms. He kept all of his positions locked in trunks and his paperwork hidden so he cared little if the Dimitrou servants were set a duty to take care of his needs whilst away from the rooms.
Reaching for the handle of the door, Vangelis pushed his way inside the chamber, his mind otherwise occupied and it taking a heartbeat for him to recognise the transformation of his bedchamber.
His eyes widening in surprise, Vangelis' head swivelled to take in the spectacle of a room full of carnegies and wildflowers.
What in all of Antheia-?
The entire chamber was full of blossoms. They were strewn across every flat surface - including several over the floor. His bed was littered with them, his desk and chair given the decor of what appeared to be hand maid wreaths. Even chains of the damn things were looped and sweeping over furniture and the hunting decor on the walls. One of the animals even had a daisy crown.
An exhale left Vangelis' chest on a snort of bemusement. He had no idea what was going on but someone had made an extensive effort to ensure that the results were impressive. His jaw clicking to one side and one of his brows rising in curiosity, Vangelis turned with a more objective and focused eye, looking for people amongst the carnations. For there was no way a prankster of this determination didn't stay to witness his victim's reaction.
"Athanasia..." He began, is tone one of false threat. He knew his sister well enough to assume her as the ringleader of this little operation...
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The step that could be heard in the hallway was indeed Vangelis'. Having spent the morning going over his correspondence in his borrowed chambers, he had taken to the outside air after the midday repast. For a few hours he had worked the muscles that had begun to ache and set into place, fixing him in the posture he had taken at the little desk in his rooms. Instead of allowing himself to vegetate and freeze in such a scholarly set of bones and sinew, Vangelis had taken up his blades and headed for the grounds of the Dimitrou estate, round the back of the manor. It was there that, after an hour or so working in the heat of the summer day, he had come across Dorothea.
The woman had taken him to the shooting range that had been privately built for the Dimitrou family and the two had engaged in a friendly contest with a bow and arrow.
It had taken most of the afternoon, and utilised what was left of the brighter hours of his day but Vangelis did not regret to use of time. He had needed a break from the long-distance managing of his estates and familial duties back in Colchis. Not to mention a clearing of his head since he had met with Selene and sparked a confusing encounter that left him none the wiser to the standing of their relationship.
Blinking away such thoughts, Vangelis had returned to the Dimitrou estate and found the well outside of the kitchens. Hiking up the barrel from deep within its belly, he had cupped a hand and helped himself to a drink before dousing his head. The heat of the day had been mitigated some by a cool breeze that had kept up its efforts for most of the latter-day but he had been under the sun so long that he had begun to sweat regardless. Not to mention the gradual languidness and almost sleepy tendency that developed when under such heat for too long.
And he had work to do when he returned to the estate. Not only did his weapons need cleaning and tending to, but he had new messages from Magnus to read over and a letter from Selene had been delivered that morning. He had yet to open it.
Shaking his head like a dog and in a manner far unbecoming for a prince, Vangelis fell back into the easy behaviour of a soldier, given that there was no-one in sight and speckled the well with droplets from his over-long hair. He pushed it back from his face and shook out the strands, water dripping through the stubble on his chin. He ran a hand over his jaw and added a shave to his list of tasks for the evening.
Lifting his tunic to wipe at his face, Vangelis turned and headed indoors, seeking a fresh chiton and perhaps sandals inside of his boots to air his feet a little. His mind on other things, his steps set into their natural heavy step as they progressed beyond the servants’ quarters and into the guest wing of the Dimitrou household. It was here that Imeeya, Asia and himself had been placed, with Nike taking a room in the servants’ quarters and Stephanos... Vangelis wasn't sure where he was staying - possibly with the main family, given his status as king of their kingdom...
Noting a quick noise of shuffling from inside the chamber he had been bestowed for his stay, Vangelis thought nothing of it and assumed it to be a servant within, cleaning or otherwise tending to the rooms. He kept all of his positions locked in trunks and his paperwork hidden so he cared little if the Dimitrou servants were set a duty to take care of his needs whilst away from the rooms.
Reaching for the handle of the door, Vangelis pushed his way inside the chamber, his mind otherwise occupied and it taking a heartbeat for him to recognise the transformation of his bedchamber.
His eyes widening in surprise, Vangelis' head swivelled to take in the spectacle of a room full of carnegies and wildflowers.
What in all of Antheia-?
The entire chamber was full of blossoms. They were strewn across every flat surface - including several over the floor. His bed was littered with them, his desk and chair given the decor of what appeared to be hand maid wreaths. Even chains of the damn things were looped and sweeping over furniture and the hunting decor on the walls. One of the animals even had a daisy crown.
An exhale left Vangelis' chest on a snort of bemusement. He had no idea what was going on but someone had made an extensive effort to ensure that the results were impressive. His jaw clicking to one side and one of his brows rising in curiosity, Vangelis turned with a more objective and focused eye, looking for people amongst the carnations. For there was no way a prankster of this determination didn't stay to witness his victim's reaction.
"Athanasia..." He began, is tone one of false threat. He knew his sister well enough to assume her as the ringleader of this little operation...
The step that could be heard in the hallway was indeed Vangelis'. Having spent the morning going over his correspondence in his borrowed chambers, he had taken to the outside air after the midday repast. For a few hours he had worked the muscles that had begun to ache and set into place, fixing him in the posture he had taken at the little desk in his rooms. Instead of allowing himself to vegetate and freeze in such a scholarly set of bones and sinew, Vangelis had taken up his blades and headed for the grounds of the Dimitrou estate, round the back of the manor. It was there that, after an hour or so working in the heat of the summer day, he had come across Dorothea.
The woman had taken him to the shooting range that had been privately built for the Dimitrou family and the two had engaged in a friendly contest with a bow and arrow.
It had taken most of the afternoon, and utilised what was left of the brighter hours of his day but Vangelis did not regret to use of time. He had needed a break from the long-distance managing of his estates and familial duties back in Colchis. Not to mention a clearing of his head since he had met with Selene and sparked a confusing encounter that left him none the wiser to the standing of their relationship.
Blinking away such thoughts, Vangelis had returned to the Dimitrou estate and found the well outside of the kitchens. Hiking up the barrel from deep within its belly, he had cupped a hand and helped himself to a drink before dousing his head. The heat of the day had been mitigated some by a cool breeze that had kept up its efforts for most of the latter-day but he had been under the sun so long that he had begun to sweat regardless. Not to mention the gradual languidness and almost sleepy tendency that developed when under such heat for too long.
And he had work to do when he returned to the estate. Not only did his weapons need cleaning and tending to, but he had new messages from Magnus to read over and a letter from Selene had been delivered that morning. He had yet to open it.
Shaking his head like a dog and in a manner far unbecoming for a prince, Vangelis fell back into the easy behaviour of a soldier, given that there was no-one in sight and speckled the well with droplets from his over-long hair. He pushed it back from his face and shook out the strands, water dripping through the stubble on his chin. He ran a hand over his jaw and added a shave to his list of tasks for the evening.
Lifting his tunic to wipe at his face, Vangelis turned and headed indoors, seeking a fresh chiton and perhaps sandals inside of his boots to air his feet a little. His mind on other things, his steps set into their natural heavy step as they progressed beyond the servants’ quarters and into the guest wing of the Dimitrou household. It was here that Imeeya, Asia and himself had been placed, with Nike taking a room in the servants’ quarters and Stephanos... Vangelis wasn't sure where he was staying - possibly with the main family, given his status as king of their kingdom...
Noting a quick noise of shuffling from inside the chamber he had been bestowed for his stay, Vangelis thought nothing of it and assumed it to be a servant within, cleaning or otherwise tending to the rooms. He kept all of his positions locked in trunks and his paperwork hidden so he cared little if the Dimitrou servants were set a duty to take care of his needs whilst away from the rooms.
Reaching for the handle of the door, Vangelis pushed his way inside the chamber, his mind otherwise occupied and it taking a heartbeat for him to recognise the transformation of his bedchamber.
His eyes widening in surprise, Vangelis' head swivelled to take in the spectacle of a room full of carnegies and wildflowers.
What in all of Antheia-?
The entire chamber was full of blossoms. They were strewn across every flat surface - including several over the floor. His bed was littered with them, his desk and chair given the decor of what appeared to be hand maid wreaths. Even chains of the damn things were looped and sweeping over furniture and the hunting decor on the walls. One of the animals even had a daisy crown.
An exhale left Vangelis' chest on a snort of bemusement. He had no idea what was going on but someone had made an extensive effort to ensure that the results were impressive. His jaw clicking to one side and one of his brows rising in curiosity, Vangelis turned with a more objective and focused eye, looking for people amongst the carnations. For there was no way a prankster of this determination didn't stay to witness his victim's reaction.
"Athanasia..." He began, is tone one of false threat. He knew his sister well enough to assume her as the ringleader of this little operation...
Athanasia grinned when Stephanos warned the two girls about playing the same prank on him. “I make no promises,” she chuckled, “though I won’t adorn your room with flowers. It will be something else … something you will never expect.” She felt comfortable making such a threat to the King of Taengea. He had shone his silly and mischievous side today, and she would always see him like this, no matter how formal he was in public. Glancing over at Imeeya, she raised an eyebrow, wondering if her cousin would help her brainstorm some creative options.
He had apparently never been in this room before and had no idea as to where to hide. The young princess looked around her and had just settled on a place to conceal herself when she heard footsteps approaching from the corridor. The cadence was unmistakably Vang’s. They would not have to wait long for his reaction. The culmination of the their efforts was upon them. “Yes, that’s definitely him,” she confirmed with a nod.
Athanasia was already moving before Stephanos told them to hide, dashing to the side of a cupboard and flattening herself against it. The king sprinted behind the door and Imeeya dove under the bed. She hoped the maids had cleaned this morning and her cousin wouldn’t give them away by sneezing from the dust.
The door opened and Athanasia peeked around the cupboard so she could watch her brother enter the room. She clapped her free hand, which smelled like flowers, to her mouth to keep from giggling at the startled look on his face as he took in the scene before him. Maybe his surprise wouldn’t be as evident to Stephanos and Imeeya, but his little sister could often pick out the nuances in his usually expressionless visage. Not always, but certainly when he was caught off guard like he was now.
His snort of amusement gave him away as did his raised eyebrows. She flattened herself against the cupboard again as his eyes began to scan the room for the culprits. All she could hear was her own heart hammering in her chest until Vangelis hissed her name. She should have known he would think she was behind this prank, well aware of how mischievous she could be. Well, there was no use denying her involvement now.
Grabbing one of the garlands from around the cupboard and with the flower crown dangling from her other hand, she stepped from her hiding place, and rushed over to her brother, laughing. Athanasia flung the garland around his neck and tossed the crown upon his head. With an impish grin, she stepped back. “This wasn’t my idea,” she insisted. “The person who planned this is hiding behind your door.”
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Athanasia grinned when Stephanos warned the two girls about playing the same prank on him. “I make no promises,” she chuckled, “though I won’t adorn your room with flowers. It will be something else … something you will never expect.” She felt comfortable making such a threat to the King of Taengea. He had shone his silly and mischievous side today, and she would always see him like this, no matter how formal he was in public. Glancing over at Imeeya, she raised an eyebrow, wondering if her cousin would help her brainstorm some creative options.
He had apparently never been in this room before and had no idea as to where to hide. The young princess looked around her and had just settled on a place to conceal herself when she heard footsteps approaching from the corridor. The cadence was unmistakably Vang’s. They would not have to wait long for his reaction. The culmination of the their efforts was upon them. “Yes, that’s definitely him,” she confirmed with a nod.
Athanasia was already moving before Stephanos told them to hide, dashing to the side of a cupboard and flattening herself against it. The king sprinted behind the door and Imeeya dove under the bed. She hoped the maids had cleaned this morning and her cousin wouldn’t give them away by sneezing from the dust.
The door opened and Athanasia peeked around the cupboard so she could watch her brother enter the room. She clapped her free hand, which smelled like flowers, to her mouth to keep from giggling at the startled look on his face as he took in the scene before him. Maybe his surprise wouldn’t be as evident to Stephanos and Imeeya, but his little sister could often pick out the nuances in his usually expressionless visage. Not always, but certainly when he was caught off guard like he was now.
His snort of amusement gave him away as did his raised eyebrows. She flattened herself against the cupboard again as his eyes began to scan the room for the culprits. All she could hear was her own heart hammering in her chest until Vangelis hissed her name. She should have known he would think she was behind this prank, well aware of how mischievous she could be. Well, there was no use denying her involvement now.
Grabbing one of the garlands from around the cupboard and with the flower crown dangling from her other hand, she stepped from her hiding place, and rushed over to her brother, laughing. Athanasia flung the garland around his neck and tossed the crown upon his head. With an impish grin, she stepped back. “This wasn’t my idea,” she insisted. “The person who planned this is hiding behind your door.”
Athanasia grinned when Stephanos warned the two girls about playing the same prank on him. “I make no promises,” she chuckled, “though I won’t adorn your room with flowers. It will be something else … something you will never expect.” She felt comfortable making such a threat to the King of Taengea. He had shone his silly and mischievous side today, and she would always see him like this, no matter how formal he was in public. Glancing over at Imeeya, she raised an eyebrow, wondering if her cousin would help her brainstorm some creative options.
He had apparently never been in this room before and had no idea as to where to hide. The young princess looked around her and had just settled on a place to conceal herself when she heard footsteps approaching from the corridor. The cadence was unmistakably Vang’s. They would not have to wait long for his reaction. The culmination of the their efforts was upon them. “Yes, that’s definitely him,” she confirmed with a nod.
Athanasia was already moving before Stephanos told them to hide, dashing to the side of a cupboard and flattening herself against it. The king sprinted behind the door and Imeeya dove under the bed. She hoped the maids had cleaned this morning and her cousin wouldn’t give them away by sneezing from the dust.
The door opened and Athanasia peeked around the cupboard so she could watch her brother enter the room. She clapped her free hand, which smelled like flowers, to her mouth to keep from giggling at the startled look on his face as he took in the scene before him. Maybe his surprise wouldn’t be as evident to Stephanos and Imeeya, but his little sister could often pick out the nuances in his usually expressionless visage. Not always, but certainly when he was caught off guard like he was now.
His snort of amusement gave him away as did his raised eyebrows. She flattened herself against the cupboard again as his eyes began to scan the room for the culprits. All she could hear was her own heart hammering in her chest until Vangelis hissed her name. She should have known he would think she was behind this prank, well aware of how mischievous she could be. Well, there was no use denying her involvement now.
Grabbing one of the garlands from around the cupboard and with the flower crown dangling from her other hand, she stepped from her hiding place, and rushed over to her brother, laughing. Athanasia flung the garland around his neck and tossed the crown upon his head. With an impish grin, she stepped back. “This wasn’t my idea,” she insisted. “The person who planned this is hiding behind your door.”
Vangelis wasn't known for his humour. Stone Prince, Blood General... He had formed a reputation based almost solely on a distinct lack of humour and of empathy. But nor did he have a reputation of stamping down on other people's fun. He didn't incite it and he didn't participate in it, but he wasn't a cold-hearted sociopath who went around stealing the joy from other people's ventures.
As such, when Athanasia came towards him with the garland of flowers, he neither snatched form the air or her hand, nor did he bat them off of his head. He remained, still as a statue and as emotive as one, looking to his left so that he might slowly close the door and reveal the culprit that hid behind it.
Vangelis simply rose an eyebrow, the flowers in position on his head and his stance one of authority. He was unshaven, bare chested and suffering a crown of flora but somehow managed to appear no less regal for it.
"Sneaking into other people's bedrooms. A fine habit for a King." He suggested. His face showed no humour but his words were taunting, if dry.
He glanced around the room and spotted the trailing ends of hemmed skirts around the leg of his bed.
“Who is under the bed?” He asked with a tone of long suffering, but he knew the answer before he had asked the query. For there was unlikely to be another of pretty gowns that would accompany his sister in her mischievous ventures. Imeeya and Asia were practically joined at the hip whenever they had the opportunity to be so.
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Vangelis wasn't known for his humour. Stone Prince, Blood General... He had formed a reputation based almost solely on a distinct lack of humour and of empathy. But nor did he have a reputation of stamping down on other people's fun. He didn't incite it and he didn't participate in it, but he wasn't a cold-hearted sociopath who went around stealing the joy from other people's ventures.
As such, when Athanasia came towards him with the garland of flowers, he neither snatched form the air or her hand, nor did he bat them off of his head. He remained, still as a statue and as emotive as one, looking to his left so that he might slowly close the door and reveal the culprit that hid behind it.
Vangelis simply rose an eyebrow, the flowers in position on his head and his stance one of authority. He was unshaven, bare chested and suffering a crown of flora but somehow managed to appear no less regal for it.
"Sneaking into other people's bedrooms. A fine habit for a King." He suggested. His face showed no humour but his words were taunting, if dry.
He glanced around the room and spotted the trailing ends of hemmed skirts around the leg of his bed.
“Who is under the bed?” He asked with a tone of long suffering, but he knew the answer before he had asked the query. For there was unlikely to be another of pretty gowns that would accompany his sister in her mischievous ventures. Imeeya and Asia were practically joined at the hip whenever they had the opportunity to be so.
Vangelis wasn't known for his humour. Stone Prince, Blood General... He had formed a reputation based almost solely on a distinct lack of humour and of empathy. But nor did he have a reputation of stamping down on other people's fun. He didn't incite it and he didn't participate in it, but he wasn't a cold-hearted sociopath who went around stealing the joy from other people's ventures.
As such, when Athanasia came towards him with the garland of flowers, he neither snatched form the air or her hand, nor did he bat them off of his head. He remained, still as a statue and as emotive as one, looking to his left so that he might slowly close the door and reveal the culprit that hid behind it.
Vangelis simply rose an eyebrow, the flowers in position on his head and his stance one of authority. He was unshaven, bare chested and suffering a crown of flora but somehow managed to appear no less regal for it.
"Sneaking into other people's bedrooms. A fine habit for a King." He suggested. His face showed no humour but his words were taunting, if dry.
He glanced around the room and spotted the trailing ends of hemmed skirts around the leg of his bed.
“Who is under the bed?” He asked with a tone of long suffering, but he knew the answer before he had asked the query. For there was unlikely to be another of pretty gowns that would accompany his sister in her mischievous ventures. Imeeya and Asia were practically joined at the hip whenever they had the opportunity to be so.
The door opened and Stephanos bit his fist, face screwed up in unrestrained glee. He pressed himself flat against the wall and watched the obscured shadow of Vangelis as the man passed over the threshold and into the room. For the space of several heartbeats, Stephanos kept his teeth against his knuckles and silently laughed as he leaned to watch what he could as Vangelis looked around at the glory of this gift. Really, Vangelis should be honored that they’d taken this much time to give him Demeter’s bounteous treasures. Each petal lying on the floor, every dainty heap of blossom heads, the painstakingly secure knots of the flower chains...all for this moment.
And when Vangelis flatly called for his sister, Stephanos nearly lost it with a silent howl. That howl ended with an offended jaw drop as Athanasia calmly outed him. He dried his fist on his chiton and stepped half way out from the door, fingers curled along the door’s side, a satyr’s grin on his face. Stephanos let go as Vangelis slowly and nobly turned, looking like a be-flowered, long-suffering martyr. Stephanos ducked back behind the door, out of sight but it was too late and his ‘hiding place’ was exposed as the door swung shut.
With a grin and his arms crossed over his chest, he looked Vangelis up and down, giving an appreciative whistle as he did so.
“Sneaking into other people's bedrooms. A fine habit for a King.”
“I can invade Colchis instead, if you’d prefer more kingly behavior,” he teased remorselessly. It didn’t matter that Vangelis’s dour expression was the exact opposite of the amber hued bouquet crown on his head, and lush pink and white chain around his neck. This was everything Stephanos had ever wanted out of life and he hadn’t known it until he’d come up with the idea this morning.
“Who is under the bed?”
“That would be Lady Imeeya, who -you should be so proud, by the way- performed that feat with amazing dexterity and skill. If I didn’t know better, Vangelis, I’d say she’s an expert at hiding under beds. Aren’t you, my lady?” he squatted down to see Imeeya under the bed and grinned at her, having zero compulsion about throwing her under the carriage along with the rest of them.
He finally did stand and lifted the end of the flower chain off Vangelis’s chest to observe it, but left the garland still around the other’s neck. “I was my idea,” his smile was less mischievous now and a little more empathetic to the girls who might be in trouble. “If you’re going to send anyone to the stocks, send me.”
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The door opened and Stephanos bit his fist, face screwed up in unrestrained glee. He pressed himself flat against the wall and watched the obscured shadow of Vangelis as the man passed over the threshold and into the room. For the space of several heartbeats, Stephanos kept his teeth against his knuckles and silently laughed as he leaned to watch what he could as Vangelis looked around at the glory of this gift. Really, Vangelis should be honored that they’d taken this much time to give him Demeter’s bounteous treasures. Each petal lying on the floor, every dainty heap of blossom heads, the painstakingly secure knots of the flower chains...all for this moment.
And when Vangelis flatly called for his sister, Stephanos nearly lost it with a silent howl. That howl ended with an offended jaw drop as Athanasia calmly outed him. He dried his fist on his chiton and stepped half way out from the door, fingers curled along the door’s side, a satyr’s grin on his face. Stephanos let go as Vangelis slowly and nobly turned, looking like a be-flowered, long-suffering martyr. Stephanos ducked back behind the door, out of sight but it was too late and his ‘hiding place’ was exposed as the door swung shut.
With a grin and his arms crossed over his chest, he looked Vangelis up and down, giving an appreciative whistle as he did so.
“Sneaking into other people's bedrooms. A fine habit for a King.”
“I can invade Colchis instead, if you’d prefer more kingly behavior,” he teased remorselessly. It didn’t matter that Vangelis’s dour expression was the exact opposite of the amber hued bouquet crown on his head, and lush pink and white chain around his neck. This was everything Stephanos had ever wanted out of life and he hadn’t known it until he’d come up with the idea this morning.
“Who is under the bed?”
“That would be Lady Imeeya, who -you should be so proud, by the way- performed that feat with amazing dexterity and skill. If I didn’t know better, Vangelis, I’d say she’s an expert at hiding under beds. Aren’t you, my lady?” he squatted down to see Imeeya under the bed and grinned at her, having zero compulsion about throwing her under the carriage along with the rest of them.
He finally did stand and lifted the end of the flower chain off Vangelis’s chest to observe it, but left the garland still around the other’s neck. “I was my idea,” his smile was less mischievous now and a little more empathetic to the girls who might be in trouble. “If you’re going to send anyone to the stocks, send me.”
The door opened and Stephanos bit his fist, face screwed up in unrestrained glee. He pressed himself flat against the wall and watched the obscured shadow of Vangelis as the man passed over the threshold and into the room. For the space of several heartbeats, Stephanos kept his teeth against his knuckles and silently laughed as he leaned to watch what he could as Vangelis looked around at the glory of this gift. Really, Vangelis should be honored that they’d taken this much time to give him Demeter’s bounteous treasures. Each petal lying on the floor, every dainty heap of blossom heads, the painstakingly secure knots of the flower chains...all for this moment.
And when Vangelis flatly called for his sister, Stephanos nearly lost it with a silent howl. That howl ended with an offended jaw drop as Athanasia calmly outed him. He dried his fist on his chiton and stepped half way out from the door, fingers curled along the door’s side, a satyr’s grin on his face. Stephanos let go as Vangelis slowly and nobly turned, looking like a be-flowered, long-suffering martyr. Stephanos ducked back behind the door, out of sight but it was too late and his ‘hiding place’ was exposed as the door swung shut.
With a grin and his arms crossed over his chest, he looked Vangelis up and down, giving an appreciative whistle as he did so.
“Sneaking into other people's bedrooms. A fine habit for a King.”
“I can invade Colchis instead, if you’d prefer more kingly behavior,” he teased remorselessly. It didn’t matter that Vangelis’s dour expression was the exact opposite of the amber hued bouquet crown on his head, and lush pink and white chain around his neck. This was everything Stephanos had ever wanted out of life and he hadn’t known it until he’d come up with the idea this morning.
“Who is under the bed?”
“That would be Lady Imeeya, who -you should be so proud, by the way- performed that feat with amazing dexterity and skill. If I didn’t know better, Vangelis, I’d say she’s an expert at hiding under beds. Aren’t you, my lady?” he squatted down to see Imeeya under the bed and grinned at her, having zero compulsion about throwing her under the carriage along with the rest of them.
He finally did stand and lifted the end of the flower chain off Vangelis’s chest to observe it, but left the garland still around the other’s neck. “I was my idea,” his smile was less mischievous now and a little more empathetic to the girls who might be in trouble. “If you’re going to send anyone to the stocks, send me.”
Vangelis watched with little surprise when the door revealed the newly crowned king of Taengea, looking like a four-year-old caught in a prank upon his parents. Stephanos wore a look of purest and... almost innocent glee as he observed the room, Vangelis' expression and then the little garland crown of blossoms. He didn't seem to know which bit of the situation before him deserved his attention most.
When Stephanos offered to invade Colchis, the natural testosterone fuelled bravado was his only response. Vangelis' lower lips squared off and one of his shoulders rose in a half shrug of nonchalance.
"Do it if you shall. You'll not get far." All joking aside, there was an edge of steel in Vangelis' words that spoke of the pride and security he held for his own kingdom. Taengea had horses and fine chariots. But neither would offer them much advantage on the cliff-faces of Colchis. The men who they'd face not only knew their land but made the weapons their wielded. If the man wanted to taunt him with invasions, he could only expect a lack of any fear or threat on Vangelis' part.
A roll of his eyes was Vangelis' sole reaction to the accusations of Imeeya being familiar with climbing under beds. He had no desire to know what his cousin liked to do in her private time and unless it affected her safety or her reputation, he had no intention of changing that. He hardly thought Imeeya's determination to be seen as an adult would allow her to hide under beds all that much though.
When Stephanos offered to be the one to take the blame for the whole plan, Vangelis snorted softly as he reached up and removed the floor crown from his head.
"Valiant of you." He commended, before reaching out to take Athanasia's hand. Without clear, external emotion or affection, Vangelis carefully wrapped the braided loop of blooms around his sister's wrist. He was unaware that one of the petals from the crown now stuck to the sweat and hair upon his chest. "I'll suspend judgement for now and simply claim a degradation in the future." He threatened. His mouth remained still and his jaw hard but his eyes flashed with a moment of mirth. The young boy hidden inside a man frozen by war was showing. He had grown up with three brothers. He knew what it meant to rig a prank...
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Vangelis watched with little surprise when the door revealed the newly crowned king of Taengea, looking like a four-year-old caught in a prank upon his parents. Stephanos wore a look of purest and... almost innocent glee as he observed the room, Vangelis' expression and then the little garland crown of blossoms. He didn't seem to know which bit of the situation before him deserved his attention most.
When Stephanos offered to invade Colchis, the natural testosterone fuelled bravado was his only response. Vangelis' lower lips squared off and one of his shoulders rose in a half shrug of nonchalance.
"Do it if you shall. You'll not get far." All joking aside, there was an edge of steel in Vangelis' words that spoke of the pride and security he held for his own kingdom. Taengea had horses and fine chariots. But neither would offer them much advantage on the cliff-faces of Colchis. The men who they'd face not only knew their land but made the weapons their wielded. If the man wanted to taunt him with invasions, he could only expect a lack of any fear or threat on Vangelis' part.
A roll of his eyes was Vangelis' sole reaction to the accusations of Imeeya being familiar with climbing under beds. He had no desire to know what his cousin liked to do in her private time and unless it affected her safety or her reputation, he had no intention of changing that. He hardly thought Imeeya's determination to be seen as an adult would allow her to hide under beds all that much though.
When Stephanos offered to be the one to take the blame for the whole plan, Vangelis snorted softly as he reached up and removed the floor crown from his head.
"Valiant of you." He commended, before reaching out to take Athanasia's hand. Without clear, external emotion or affection, Vangelis carefully wrapped the braided loop of blooms around his sister's wrist. He was unaware that one of the petals from the crown now stuck to the sweat and hair upon his chest. "I'll suspend judgement for now and simply claim a degradation in the future." He threatened. His mouth remained still and his jaw hard but his eyes flashed with a moment of mirth. The young boy hidden inside a man frozen by war was showing. He had grown up with three brothers. He knew what it meant to rig a prank...
Vangelis watched with little surprise when the door revealed the newly crowned king of Taengea, looking like a four-year-old caught in a prank upon his parents. Stephanos wore a look of purest and... almost innocent glee as he observed the room, Vangelis' expression and then the little garland crown of blossoms. He didn't seem to know which bit of the situation before him deserved his attention most.
When Stephanos offered to invade Colchis, the natural testosterone fuelled bravado was his only response. Vangelis' lower lips squared off and one of his shoulders rose in a half shrug of nonchalance.
"Do it if you shall. You'll not get far." All joking aside, there was an edge of steel in Vangelis' words that spoke of the pride and security he held for his own kingdom. Taengea had horses and fine chariots. But neither would offer them much advantage on the cliff-faces of Colchis. The men who they'd face not only knew their land but made the weapons their wielded. If the man wanted to taunt him with invasions, he could only expect a lack of any fear or threat on Vangelis' part.
A roll of his eyes was Vangelis' sole reaction to the accusations of Imeeya being familiar with climbing under beds. He had no desire to know what his cousin liked to do in her private time and unless it affected her safety or her reputation, he had no intention of changing that. He hardly thought Imeeya's determination to be seen as an adult would allow her to hide under beds all that much though.
When Stephanos offered to be the one to take the blame for the whole plan, Vangelis snorted softly as he reached up and removed the floor crown from his head.
"Valiant of you." He commended, before reaching out to take Athanasia's hand. Without clear, external emotion or affection, Vangelis carefully wrapped the braided loop of blooms around his sister's wrist. He was unaware that one of the petals from the crown now stuck to the sweat and hair upon his chest. "I'll suspend judgement for now and simply claim a degradation in the future." He threatened. His mouth remained still and his jaw hard but his eyes flashed with a moment of mirth. The young boy hidden inside a man frozen by war was showing. He had grown up with three brothers. He knew what it meant to rig a prank...
Imeeya couldn’t help but giggle as Vangelis entered the room, she could peer out just enough to see his expression and watch as Asia threw a flower crown onto his head. True to form he seemed to barely react to discovering that his entire room had been coated with flowers. This just made the whole situation even more hilarious. And Imeeya found herself laughing even harder. Of course, the glance from Asia and her own laughter had only given away her position under the bed. She tried to catch her breath for long enough to respond to the prince’s query, but she couldn’t stop laughing, and found King Stephanos answering on her behalf.
Had it been under any other circumstance, Imeeya might have been offended at the king’s implication that she was expert at hiding under beds. She didn’t know what the man was attempting to imply, but the whole situation was so ridiculous that she found herself smiling and joking along with him. “Well, he’s never noticed me before,” she responded before bursting into laughter again. The idea that she might have ever attempted to hide beneath Vangelis’s bed before was so absurd that he’d have to realize that it was a joke.
Imeeya attempted to pull herself out from under the bed, but found that when she dove under the bed for a hiding spot, she had unfortunately found herself a bit stuck. She had managed to scoot forward under the bed, just enough to peer out from under the bed as Vangelis had entered the room, but now she was finding that she couldn’t budge any further. She pulled herself forward just a little bit and she heard a ripping sound as her clothing caught on something on the underside of the bed. But at least now she was free.
As Imeeya emerged from under the bed, she couldn’t help but laugh again at Vangelis standing there in the flower crown as if it were just a normal and natural part of his attire. She was still giggling as she dusted herself off, inspecting her clothing for any damage that had been done. Nothing was obvious on the front of her garment, but as she reached around to the back, she found a rip in the fabric along the small of her back. Well, that garment had been ruined, and she found her smile slipping into a bit of a concerned frown at the damage that had been done.
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Imeeya couldn’t help but giggle as Vangelis entered the room, she could peer out just enough to see his expression and watch as Asia threw a flower crown onto his head. True to form he seemed to barely react to discovering that his entire room had been coated with flowers. This just made the whole situation even more hilarious. And Imeeya found herself laughing even harder. Of course, the glance from Asia and her own laughter had only given away her position under the bed. She tried to catch her breath for long enough to respond to the prince’s query, but she couldn’t stop laughing, and found King Stephanos answering on her behalf.
Had it been under any other circumstance, Imeeya might have been offended at the king’s implication that she was expert at hiding under beds. She didn’t know what the man was attempting to imply, but the whole situation was so ridiculous that she found herself smiling and joking along with him. “Well, he’s never noticed me before,” she responded before bursting into laughter again. The idea that she might have ever attempted to hide beneath Vangelis’s bed before was so absurd that he’d have to realize that it was a joke.
Imeeya attempted to pull herself out from under the bed, but found that when she dove under the bed for a hiding spot, she had unfortunately found herself a bit stuck. She had managed to scoot forward under the bed, just enough to peer out from under the bed as Vangelis had entered the room, but now she was finding that she couldn’t budge any further. She pulled herself forward just a little bit and she heard a ripping sound as her clothing caught on something on the underside of the bed. But at least now she was free.
As Imeeya emerged from under the bed, she couldn’t help but laugh again at Vangelis standing there in the flower crown as if it were just a normal and natural part of his attire. She was still giggling as she dusted herself off, inspecting her clothing for any damage that had been done. Nothing was obvious on the front of her garment, but as she reached around to the back, she found a rip in the fabric along the small of her back. Well, that garment had been ruined, and she found her smile slipping into a bit of a concerned frown at the damage that had been done.
Imeeya couldn’t help but giggle as Vangelis entered the room, she could peer out just enough to see his expression and watch as Asia threw a flower crown onto his head. True to form he seemed to barely react to discovering that his entire room had been coated with flowers. This just made the whole situation even more hilarious. And Imeeya found herself laughing even harder. Of course, the glance from Asia and her own laughter had only given away her position under the bed. She tried to catch her breath for long enough to respond to the prince’s query, but she couldn’t stop laughing, and found King Stephanos answering on her behalf.
Had it been under any other circumstance, Imeeya might have been offended at the king’s implication that she was expert at hiding under beds. She didn’t know what the man was attempting to imply, but the whole situation was so ridiculous that she found herself smiling and joking along with him. “Well, he’s never noticed me before,” she responded before bursting into laughter again. The idea that she might have ever attempted to hide beneath Vangelis’s bed before was so absurd that he’d have to realize that it was a joke.
Imeeya attempted to pull herself out from under the bed, but found that when she dove under the bed for a hiding spot, she had unfortunately found herself a bit stuck. She had managed to scoot forward under the bed, just enough to peer out from under the bed as Vangelis had entered the room, but now she was finding that she couldn’t budge any further. She pulled herself forward just a little bit and she heard a ripping sound as her clothing caught on something on the underside of the bed. But at least now she was free.
As Imeeya emerged from under the bed, she couldn’t help but laugh again at Vangelis standing there in the flower crown as if it were just a normal and natural part of his attire. She was still giggling as she dusted herself off, inspecting her clothing for any damage that had been done. Nothing was obvious on the front of her garment, but as she reached around to the back, she found a rip in the fabric along the small of her back. Well, that garment had been ruined, and she found her smile slipping into a bit of a concerned frown at the damage that had been done.
Athanasia was only trying to give credit where it was due. Coming up with this plan had been a brilliant idea on King Stephanos’ part. She wished she had thought of it herself. The Taengean monarch stepped from behind the door, grinning at Vangelis and looking him up and down as if he looked quite lovely adorned with flowers. He looked rather silly to her. How she wished she was even halfway decent at drawing. She would have loved to immortalize him like this, though if she had, he never would have forgiven her.
His teasing threat did not sit well with her brother. She could almost feel testosterone floating around in the air for a brief moment. Vang asked who was under the bed and Stephanos diffused the tension with another jest, this time at Imeeya’s expense. By the way he rolled his eyes, the Crown Prince would rather not know what her best friend got up to behind closed doors … or under beds. As far as she knew, this was the first bed her cousin had hidden under.
Imeeya had a bit of trouble sliding out from under it, Athanasia would have helped her if Vang had not grabbed her hand and wrapped her wrist with the flower crown she had only recently placed upon his head. Holding it up, she grinned at her brother. “I think it looked better on you.”
She was at eye level with the petal that was stuck to his chest, but she said nothing. Let somebody else call his attention to it. She was probably already in enough trouble. Though she believed Vangelis’ threat to retaliate was aimed at Stephanos, she wouldn’t be surprised if he pranked her too. She almost hoped he did, so she could return the favor. It had been quite some time since she had played pranks on her brothers.
He didn’t smile, but she saw the mirth dancing in his eyes. Maybe we can get him to smile next time, she thought, if there is a next time. Imeeya was on her feet again, dusting herself off. From where she was standing, the princess could see the slash on the back of her chiton. She stepped toward her. “You might want to go to your room and change," she whispered. "I'll come with you if you'd like."
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Athanasia was only trying to give credit where it was due. Coming up with this plan had been a brilliant idea on King Stephanos’ part. She wished she had thought of it herself. The Taengean monarch stepped from behind the door, grinning at Vangelis and looking him up and down as if he looked quite lovely adorned with flowers. He looked rather silly to her. How she wished she was even halfway decent at drawing. She would have loved to immortalize him like this, though if she had, he never would have forgiven her.
His teasing threat did not sit well with her brother. She could almost feel testosterone floating around in the air for a brief moment. Vang asked who was under the bed and Stephanos diffused the tension with another jest, this time at Imeeya’s expense. By the way he rolled his eyes, the Crown Prince would rather not know what her best friend got up to behind closed doors … or under beds. As far as she knew, this was the first bed her cousin had hidden under.
Imeeya had a bit of trouble sliding out from under it, Athanasia would have helped her if Vang had not grabbed her hand and wrapped her wrist with the flower crown she had only recently placed upon his head. Holding it up, she grinned at her brother. “I think it looked better on you.”
She was at eye level with the petal that was stuck to his chest, but she said nothing. Let somebody else call his attention to it. She was probably already in enough trouble. Though she believed Vangelis’ threat to retaliate was aimed at Stephanos, she wouldn’t be surprised if he pranked her too. She almost hoped he did, so she could return the favor. It had been quite some time since she had played pranks on her brothers.
He didn’t smile, but she saw the mirth dancing in his eyes. Maybe we can get him to smile next time, she thought, if there is a next time. Imeeya was on her feet again, dusting herself off. From where she was standing, the princess could see the slash on the back of her chiton. She stepped toward her. “You might want to go to your room and change," she whispered. "I'll come with you if you'd like."
Athanasia was only trying to give credit where it was due. Coming up with this plan had been a brilliant idea on King Stephanos’ part. She wished she had thought of it herself. The Taengean monarch stepped from behind the door, grinning at Vangelis and looking him up and down as if he looked quite lovely adorned with flowers. He looked rather silly to her. How she wished she was even halfway decent at drawing. She would have loved to immortalize him like this, though if she had, he never would have forgiven her.
His teasing threat did not sit well with her brother. She could almost feel testosterone floating around in the air for a brief moment. Vang asked who was under the bed and Stephanos diffused the tension with another jest, this time at Imeeya’s expense. By the way he rolled his eyes, the Crown Prince would rather not know what her best friend got up to behind closed doors … or under beds. As far as she knew, this was the first bed her cousin had hidden under.
Imeeya had a bit of trouble sliding out from under it, Athanasia would have helped her if Vang had not grabbed her hand and wrapped her wrist with the flower crown she had only recently placed upon his head. Holding it up, she grinned at her brother. “I think it looked better on you.”
She was at eye level with the petal that was stuck to his chest, but she said nothing. Let somebody else call his attention to it. She was probably already in enough trouble. Though she believed Vangelis’ threat to retaliate was aimed at Stephanos, she wouldn’t be surprised if he pranked her too. She almost hoped he did, so she could return the favor. It had been quite some time since she had played pranks on her brothers.
He didn’t smile, but she saw the mirth dancing in his eyes. Maybe we can get him to smile next time, she thought, if there is a next time. Imeeya was on her feet again, dusting herself off. From where she was standing, the princess could see the slash on the back of her chiton. She stepped toward her. “You might want to go to your room and change," she whispered. "I'll come with you if you'd like."
Imeeya slithered out from under the bed and Stephanos clapped his hands, about to tell Vangelis that he could have his room back, only it seemed like the Colchian prince wanted the last word. “Valiant of you,” Vangelis said. “I'll suspend judgement for now and simply claim a degradation in the future.”
Stephanos reached out and patted Vangelis’s shoulder. “Claim what you like. Who’s going to believe you?” Well. Who that mattered, anyway. He clapped his hands together, rubbing his palms together as he listened to Princess Athanasia gathering Lady Imeeya up to escort her out. That brought to mind that now that the prank was had, there was definitely such a thing as lingering too long. Vangelis had come to his room for a reason, obviously, and it wasn’t to stare at the new delightful decor.
“I think we’ll leave you now,” Stephanos held the door open, waiting for the two girls to leave first. He flashed a grin at Vangelis, giving a tip of his fingers from his forehead outward as a sort of mock salute. Today had gone as perfectly as perfect could possibly go. He stood to the side, letting Imeeya recover whatever modesty she needed to, his eyes resolutely on Vangelis.
“You look really becoming,” he said, gesturing to the flower chain. “I like it.” Once the girls were through the door, Stephanos grinned one last time at his friend and shut the door. He did not stop to confer with Imeeya or Athanasia. They had their own plans and he rather fancied a bath for himself. After all, flower gathering was no clean task. He had pollen all over his clothes, in his hair, on his arms - it needed to come off. As fragrant as Vangelis’s room was, Stephanos was now also bearing the brunt of it too, having put up the flowers and helped string them together.
His later dealings would not be so pleasant as these. After all, he’d come to the estate for an entirely different purpose and planned to speak with both Persephone and Vangelis but they could wait. Right now he wanted his bath and a little bit of alone time. With the stresses going on back at court, this would be one of the rarer, and in fact, the very last bit of peace he had, though he couldn’t know that. Soon, he’d wish for do-nothing days like today.
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Imeeya slithered out from under the bed and Stephanos clapped his hands, about to tell Vangelis that he could have his room back, only it seemed like the Colchian prince wanted the last word. “Valiant of you,” Vangelis said. “I'll suspend judgement for now and simply claim a degradation in the future.”
Stephanos reached out and patted Vangelis’s shoulder. “Claim what you like. Who’s going to believe you?” Well. Who that mattered, anyway. He clapped his hands together, rubbing his palms together as he listened to Princess Athanasia gathering Lady Imeeya up to escort her out. That brought to mind that now that the prank was had, there was definitely such a thing as lingering too long. Vangelis had come to his room for a reason, obviously, and it wasn’t to stare at the new delightful decor.
“I think we’ll leave you now,” Stephanos held the door open, waiting for the two girls to leave first. He flashed a grin at Vangelis, giving a tip of his fingers from his forehead outward as a sort of mock salute. Today had gone as perfectly as perfect could possibly go. He stood to the side, letting Imeeya recover whatever modesty she needed to, his eyes resolutely on Vangelis.
“You look really becoming,” he said, gesturing to the flower chain. “I like it.” Once the girls were through the door, Stephanos grinned one last time at his friend and shut the door. He did not stop to confer with Imeeya or Athanasia. They had their own plans and he rather fancied a bath for himself. After all, flower gathering was no clean task. He had pollen all over his clothes, in his hair, on his arms - it needed to come off. As fragrant as Vangelis’s room was, Stephanos was now also bearing the brunt of it too, having put up the flowers and helped string them together.
His later dealings would not be so pleasant as these. After all, he’d come to the estate for an entirely different purpose and planned to speak with both Persephone and Vangelis but they could wait. Right now he wanted his bath and a little bit of alone time. With the stresses going on back at court, this would be one of the rarer, and in fact, the very last bit of peace he had, though he couldn’t know that. Soon, he’d wish for do-nothing days like today.
Imeeya slithered out from under the bed and Stephanos clapped his hands, about to tell Vangelis that he could have his room back, only it seemed like the Colchian prince wanted the last word. “Valiant of you,” Vangelis said. “I'll suspend judgement for now and simply claim a degradation in the future.”
Stephanos reached out and patted Vangelis’s shoulder. “Claim what you like. Who’s going to believe you?” Well. Who that mattered, anyway. He clapped his hands together, rubbing his palms together as he listened to Princess Athanasia gathering Lady Imeeya up to escort her out. That brought to mind that now that the prank was had, there was definitely such a thing as lingering too long. Vangelis had come to his room for a reason, obviously, and it wasn’t to stare at the new delightful decor.
“I think we’ll leave you now,” Stephanos held the door open, waiting for the two girls to leave first. He flashed a grin at Vangelis, giving a tip of his fingers from his forehead outward as a sort of mock salute. Today had gone as perfectly as perfect could possibly go. He stood to the side, letting Imeeya recover whatever modesty she needed to, his eyes resolutely on Vangelis.
“You look really becoming,” he said, gesturing to the flower chain. “I like it.” Once the girls were through the door, Stephanos grinned one last time at his friend and shut the door. He did not stop to confer with Imeeya or Athanasia. They had their own plans and he rather fancied a bath for himself. After all, flower gathering was no clean task. He had pollen all over his clothes, in his hair, on his arms - it needed to come off. As fragrant as Vangelis’s room was, Stephanos was now also bearing the brunt of it too, having put up the flowers and helped string them together.
His later dealings would not be so pleasant as these. After all, he’d come to the estate for an entirely different purpose and planned to speak with both Persephone and Vangelis but they could wait. Right now he wanted his bath and a little bit of alone time. With the stresses going on back at court, this would be one of the rarer, and in fact, the very last bit of peace he had, though he couldn’t know that. Soon, he’d wish for do-nothing days like today.
Vangelis reacted little to each of his pranksters' comments and difficulties. Which was only to be expected from the man known as the Stone Prince. When Imeeya spoke of touches and the habits of hiding under beds, Vangelis only dismissed the comments with a half roll of his eyes. Whatever Stephanos was implying, it wouldn't stick. Imeeya was as buttoned-down as it was possible for a noble lady to get. Any scandalising behaviour on her part was more joke than potential. It was proven by the way his cousin was instantly concerned for the state of her dress. Whilst he couldn't see the gown, judging on where her hand was resting, there was perhaps a hole in it at about lower back level and the girls instantly sought to repair the damage. Whilst at a public event, such a tear would be inappropriate in the extreme, they were hardly large in number here. And as the tear wasn't any lower, she needn't have been quiet so fastidious about hiding it. And yet she was. Because Imeeya was a serious creature by nature.
The way that Athanasia - fiery and defiant in character - still offered to help her cousin with her embarrassment and was considerate of her, spoke more to their relationship as closest friends than their cousinly connection. As they grew, the two girls became more different - Imeeya more determined to follow in her mother's footsteps and find the severity of responsibility in her life. Athanasia grew more wild, more excited by lessons in archery than she was the teachings of politics or courtly etiquette. And yet, the years of their companionship had seen their affections for one another remain strong.
Which was good. For, despite Imeeya being a Drakos in name, she was a Kotas by blood too. And the Kotas looked after their own. Were valiant to all those who shared in their lineage. Even if their name had been taken in a different direction.
When the new King of Taengea - the man responsible for the prank of flowers upon the bedroom, as if he had no other duties or responsibilities in the world that day - suggested that they leave, Vangelis simply took a step to the side in order to help them do so. The King opened the door that had swung shut behind Vangelis' entrance and he allowed the three of them to depart, without noticing the petals still stuck to him or the way in which the three of them were still grinning ear to ear.
He rolled his eyes and bid them a quiet farewell in his normal tone.
"I hope the rest of your day is just as productive, Your Majesty." He commented to Stephanos with a tone of derision. Surely, the man had better things to do with his time? To Imeeya he nodded and offered a smile and a hand to her shoulder as she passed - the respect and comfort of a valued cousin. To Athanasia, one brow raised and the other frowned in an expression that warned her of him tattle-taling. It was the same look he always gave his siblings, as if to warn them that he was going to tell their mother.
"Mother's last letter commented that she had not heard from you of late, Asia." He told her. "Perhaps you should use the rest of your afternoon to set her mind at ease?"
And after being so successful a kill-joy, Vangelis touched a tender hand to the top of the girl's head and then shut the door on all three of them - Stephanos already striding away down the Dimitrou halls.
Looking back around at the disarray that a field's worth of flowers had set upon his room, Vangelis shook his head in bemused bewilderment. Just how did people get these kinds of ideas in their heads? He understood the amusement that would fuel the concepts once there and motivate people - even kings and fine ladies - to carry them out. But how did such notions even take form in the first place? It was entirely ridiculous.
Heading to the bed and taking a moment to consider his options for the rest of the day, Vangelis decided that his sleepless night the evening before might be corrected with a lay down for an hour. Then he would be able to tackle his correspondence and duties from home with a clearer head.
Taking the practical route, he moved towards the large and impressive piece of furniture, the petals all over the sheets of little concern to him. He sat down regardless, removed his boots and then swung his legs up onto the covers. In the same motion, his torso twisted so that he was facing the end of the bed and he immediately lent backwards, now flat upon his back.
As soon as his head hit the pillows, a woof of petals and fragrance hit him, coating the head of the bed in bright swirls of pink and yellow. His expression was not best pleased as he spat out one of the petals.
"For the love of the Gods..."
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Vangelis reacted little to each of his pranksters' comments and difficulties. Which was only to be expected from the man known as the Stone Prince. When Imeeya spoke of touches and the habits of hiding under beds, Vangelis only dismissed the comments with a half roll of his eyes. Whatever Stephanos was implying, it wouldn't stick. Imeeya was as buttoned-down as it was possible for a noble lady to get. Any scandalising behaviour on her part was more joke than potential. It was proven by the way his cousin was instantly concerned for the state of her dress. Whilst he couldn't see the gown, judging on where her hand was resting, there was perhaps a hole in it at about lower back level and the girls instantly sought to repair the damage. Whilst at a public event, such a tear would be inappropriate in the extreme, they were hardly large in number here. And as the tear wasn't any lower, she needn't have been quiet so fastidious about hiding it. And yet she was. Because Imeeya was a serious creature by nature.
The way that Athanasia - fiery and defiant in character - still offered to help her cousin with her embarrassment and was considerate of her, spoke more to their relationship as closest friends than their cousinly connection. As they grew, the two girls became more different - Imeeya more determined to follow in her mother's footsteps and find the severity of responsibility in her life. Athanasia grew more wild, more excited by lessons in archery than she was the teachings of politics or courtly etiquette. And yet, the years of their companionship had seen their affections for one another remain strong.
Which was good. For, despite Imeeya being a Drakos in name, she was a Kotas by blood too. And the Kotas looked after their own. Were valiant to all those who shared in their lineage. Even if their name had been taken in a different direction.
When the new King of Taengea - the man responsible for the prank of flowers upon the bedroom, as if he had no other duties or responsibilities in the world that day - suggested that they leave, Vangelis simply took a step to the side in order to help them do so. The King opened the door that had swung shut behind Vangelis' entrance and he allowed the three of them to depart, without noticing the petals still stuck to him or the way in which the three of them were still grinning ear to ear.
He rolled his eyes and bid them a quiet farewell in his normal tone.
"I hope the rest of your day is just as productive, Your Majesty." He commented to Stephanos with a tone of derision. Surely, the man had better things to do with his time? To Imeeya he nodded and offered a smile and a hand to her shoulder as she passed - the respect and comfort of a valued cousin. To Athanasia, one brow raised and the other frowned in an expression that warned her of him tattle-taling. It was the same look he always gave his siblings, as if to warn them that he was going to tell their mother.
"Mother's last letter commented that she had not heard from you of late, Asia." He told her. "Perhaps you should use the rest of your afternoon to set her mind at ease?"
And after being so successful a kill-joy, Vangelis touched a tender hand to the top of the girl's head and then shut the door on all three of them - Stephanos already striding away down the Dimitrou halls.
Looking back around at the disarray that a field's worth of flowers had set upon his room, Vangelis shook his head in bemused bewilderment. Just how did people get these kinds of ideas in their heads? He understood the amusement that would fuel the concepts once there and motivate people - even kings and fine ladies - to carry them out. But how did such notions even take form in the first place? It was entirely ridiculous.
Heading to the bed and taking a moment to consider his options for the rest of the day, Vangelis decided that his sleepless night the evening before might be corrected with a lay down for an hour. Then he would be able to tackle his correspondence and duties from home with a clearer head.
Taking the practical route, he moved towards the large and impressive piece of furniture, the petals all over the sheets of little concern to him. He sat down regardless, removed his boots and then swung his legs up onto the covers. In the same motion, his torso twisted so that he was facing the end of the bed and he immediately lent backwards, now flat upon his back.
As soon as his head hit the pillows, a woof of petals and fragrance hit him, coating the head of the bed in bright swirls of pink and yellow. His expression was not best pleased as he spat out one of the petals.
"For the love of the Gods..."
Vangelis reacted little to each of his pranksters' comments and difficulties. Which was only to be expected from the man known as the Stone Prince. When Imeeya spoke of touches and the habits of hiding under beds, Vangelis only dismissed the comments with a half roll of his eyes. Whatever Stephanos was implying, it wouldn't stick. Imeeya was as buttoned-down as it was possible for a noble lady to get. Any scandalising behaviour on her part was more joke than potential. It was proven by the way his cousin was instantly concerned for the state of her dress. Whilst he couldn't see the gown, judging on where her hand was resting, there was perhaps a hole in it at about lower back level and the girls instantly sought to repair the damage. Whilst at a public event, such a tear would be inappropriate in the extreme, they were hardly large in number here. And as the tear wasn't any lower, she needn't have been quiet so fastidious about hiding it. And yet she was. Because Imeeya was a serious creature by nature.
The way that Athanasia - fiery and defiant in character - still offered to help her cousin with her embarrassment and was considerate of her, spoke more to their relationship as closest friends than their cousinly connection. As they grew, the two girls became more different - Imeeya more determined to follow in her mother's footsteps and find the severity of responsibility in her life. Athanasia grew more wild, more excited by lessons in archery than she was the teachings of politics or courtly etiquette. And yet, the years of their companionship had seen their affections for one another remain strong.
Which was good. For, despite Imeeya being a Drakos in name, she was a Kotas by blood too. And the Kotas looked after their own. Were valiant to all those who shared in their lineage. Even if their name had been taken in a different direction.
When the new King of Taengea - the man responsible for the prank of flowers upon the bedroom, as if he had no other duties or responsibilities in the world that day - suggested that they leave, Vangelis simply took a step to the side in order to help them do so. The King opened the door that had swung shut behind Vangelis' entrance and he allowed the three of them to depart, without noticing the petals still stuck to him or the way in which the three of them were still grinning ear to ear.
He rolled his eyes and bid them a quiet farewell in his normal tone.
"I hope the rest of your day is just as productive, Your Majesty." He commented to Stephanos with a tone of derision. Surely, the man had better things to do with his time? To Imeeya he nodded and offered a smile and a hand to her shoulder as she passed - the respect and comfort of a valued cousin. To Athanasia, one brow raised and the other frowned in an expression that warned her of him tattle-taling. It was the same look he always gave his siblings, as if to warn them that he was going to tell their mother.
"Mother's last letter commented that she had not heard from you of late, Asia." He told her. "Perhaps you should use the rest of your afternoon to set her mind at ease?"
And after being so successful a kill-joy, Vangelis touched a tender hand to the top of the girl's head and then shut the door on all three of them - Stephanos already striding away down the Dimitrou halls.
Looking back around at the disarray that a field's worth of flowers had set upon his room, Vangelis shook his head in bemused bewilderment. Just how did people get these kinds of ideas in their heads? He understood the amusement that would fuel the concepts once there and motivate people - even kings and fine ladies - to carry them out. But how did such notions even take form in the first place? It was entirely ridiculous.
Heading to the bed and taking a moment to consider his options for the rest of the day, Vangelis decided that his sleepless night the evening before might be corrected with a lay down for an hour. Then he would be able to tackle his correspondence and duties from home with a clearer head.
Taking the practical route, he moved towards the large and impressive piece of furniture, the petals all over the sheets of little concern to him. He sat down regardless, removed his boots and then swung his legs up onto the covers. In the same motion, his torso twisted so that he was facing the end of the bed and he immediately lent backwards, now flat upon his back.
As soon as his head hit the pillows, a woof of petals and fragrance hit him, coating the head of the bed in bright swirls of pink and yellow. His expression was not best pleased as he spat out one of the petals.