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If he’d had his choice, Achilleas would have cancelled the whole thing, he considered, as he towelled off the worst of the water from his hair. He’d almost considered sending a missive to Theodora telling her to feign some illness for he could see no good coming of spending any extended amount of time with his father in his current mood. If he’d thought he’d get away with it he might have cried sick himself, but he had never been a good liar, particularly when his father was involved.
So he had instead just tried not to think about it, as if burying his head in the sand would make this unfortunately timed dinner not happen at all. Which as it turned out, was what led him to be running a little late in getting ready, and he rushed through dressing and taming the dark curls that clung wetly to his forehead before someone was sent to fetch him and he began the evening on the back foot already. Garbed in a white chiton with another of deep claret atop, he let his manservant pin the fabric deftly in place with the gold fibula bearing the Mikaelidas Lion. He had already looked out the bracelet he intended to gift Theodora with, bearing a similar design so as to welcome her to the family. When he would present it to her he had not decided, but it was stowed safely so his servant could retrieve it easily enough at his word.
By the time he walked through the corridors of the Mikaelidas manor toward the grand chamber that had been prepared to receive Theodora, he thought himself ready for a drink, and so beckoned over one of the servants to fill him a cup, and he meant fill. There was no sign of his father yet, which he could be thankful for he supposed, and as he accepted the heavy bronze chalice with a curt nod of thanks, Achilleas moved over to the window to look out for his betrothed’s arrival.
If he could , he wanted to catch a moment with Theodora alone before she were faced with the rest, so he might warn her of his father’s ill-temper. He felt curiously nervous of having her spend any serious time with the man. Not because he thought the Prince would be anything but charming to his fiance, but because for all of his achievements, for all of the reputation he had worked so hard to garner over the years, Achilleas knew that no one had the power to strip it all away and make him feel nothing in the way that his father managed to. And that was a vulnerability that he did not know if he wanted to share with his soon to be wife. Why he let it be so, he could not say. He was able to dismiss criticism thrown his way by others, to brush it aside as carelessly as one might flick away an insect that buzzed too close, but it was different with the man he had spent so long trying to impress.
Achilleas might have usually hoped that Theodora’s presence might stay the sharp words that the man dealt so well, but given the thundercloud that had seemed to roll in with the Prince Regent’s arrival earlier, he would not count on it. Better be prepared and just try and weather the storm. If they could avoid discussing the subject that had so aggravated the man, then all the better, but that seemed almost too much of a wish.
The sound of feet behind him had the Lord turn, but it was just the housekeeper setting fresh flowers upon the marble plinths either side of the door, and Achilleas took a sip of the wine he cradled, let it roll around his mouth before he swallowed. He found himself wishing his brother might have been joining them, if only to dilute the presence of his father a little, but the Gods had not even favoured him with that small gift. Achilleas’ attention shifted to look out the window again as he noticed some movement. A carriage, bearing his betrothed no doubt, approached, and the man turned, ready to go and receive her.
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If he’d had his choice, Achilleas would have cancelled the whole thing, he considered, as he towelled off the worst of the water from his hair. He’d almost considered sending a missive to Theodora telling her to feign some illness for he could see no good coming of spending any extended amount of time with his father in his current mood. If he’d thought he’d get away with it he might have cried sick himself, but he had never been a good liar, particularly when his father was involved.
So he had instead just tried not to think about it, as if burying his head in the sand would make this unfortunately timed dinner not happen at all. Which as it turned out, was what led him to be running a little late in getting ready, and he rushed through dressing and taming the dark curls that clung wetly to his forehead before someone was sent to fetch him and he began the evening on the back foot already. Garbed in a white chiton with another of deep claret atop, he let his manservant pin the fabric deftly in place with the gold fibula bearing the Mikaelidas Lion. He had already looked out the bracelet he intended to gift Theodora with, bearing a similar design so as to welcome her to the family. When he would present it to her he had not decided, but it was stowed safely so his servant could retrieve it easily enough at his word.
By the time he walked through the corridors of the Mikaelidas manor toward the grand chamber that had been prepared to receive Theodora, he thought himself ready for a drink, and so beckoned over one of the servants to fill him a cup, and he meant fill. There was no sign of his father yet, which he could be thankful for he supposed, and as he accepted the heavy bronze chalice with a curt nod of thanks, Achilleas moved over to the window to look out for his betrothed’s arrival.
If he could , he wanted to catch a moment with Theodora alone before she were faced with the rest, so he might warn her of his father’s ill-temper. He felt curiously nervous of having her spend any serious time with the man. Not because he thought the Prince would be anything but charming to his fiance, but because for all of his achievements, for all of the reputation he had worked so hard to garner over the years, Achilleas knew that no one had the power to strip it all away and make him feel nothing in the way that his father managed to. And that was a vulnerability that he did not know if he wanted to share with his soon to be wife. Why he let it be so, he could not say. He was able to dismiss criticism thrown his way by others, to brush it aside as carelessly as one might flick away an insect that buzzed too close, but it was different with the man he had spent so long trying to impress.
Achilleas might have usually hoped that Theodora’s presence might stay the sharp words that the man dealt so well, but given the thundercloud that had seemed to roll in with the Prince Regent’s arrival earlier, he would not count on it. Better be prepared and just try and weather the storm. If they could avoid discussing the subject that had so aggravated the man, then all the better, but that seemed almost too much of a wish.
The sound of feet behind him had the Lord turn, but it was just the housekeeper setting fresh flowers upon the marble plinths either side of the door, and Achilleas took a sip of the wine he cradled, let it roll around his mouth before he swallowed. He found himself wishing his brother might have been joining them, if only to dilute the presence of his father a little, but the Gods had not even favoured him with that small gift. Achilleas’ attention shifted to look out the window again as he noticed some movement. A carriage, bearing his betrothed no doubt, approached, and the man turned, ready to go and receive her.
If he’d had his choice, Achilleas would have cancelled the whole thing, he considered, as he towelled off the worst of the water from his hair. He’d almost considered sending a missive to Theodora telling her to feign some illness for he could see no good coming of spending any extended amount of time with his father in his current mood. If he’d thought he’d get away with it he might have cried sick himself, but he had never been a good liar, particularly when his father was involved.
So he had instead just tried not to think about it, as if burying his head in the sand would make this unfortunately timed dinner not happen at all. Which as it turned out, was what led him to be running a little late in getting ready, and he rushed through dressing and taming the dark curls that clung wetly to his forehead before someone was sent to fetch him and he began the evening on the back foot already. Garbed in a white chiton with another of deep claret atop, he let his manservant pin the fabric deftly in place with the gold fibula bearing the Mikaelidas Lion. He had already looked out the bracelet he intended to gift Theodora with, bearing a similar design so as to welcome her to the family. When he would present it to her he had not decided, but it was stowed safely so his servant could retrieve it easily enough at his word.
By the time he walked through the corridors of the Mikaelidas manor toward the grand chamber that had been prepared to receive Theodora, he thought himself ready for a drink, and so beckoned over one of the servants to fill him a cup, and he meant fill. There was no sign of his father yet, which he could be thankful for he supposed, and as he accepted the heavy bronze chalice with a curt nod of thanks, Achilleas moved over to the window to look out for his betrothed’s arrival.
If he could , he wanted to catch a moment with Theodora alone before she were faced with the rest, so he might warn her of his father’s ill-temper. He felt curiously nervous of having her spend any serious time with the man. Not because he thought the Prince would be anything but charming to his fiance, but because for all of his achievements, for all of the reputation he had worked so hard to garner over the years, Achilleas knew that no one had the power to strip it all away and make him feel nothing in the way that his father managed to. And that was a vulnerability that he did not know if he wanted to share with his soon to be wife. Why he let it be so, he could not say. He was able to dismiss criticism thrown his way by others, to brush it aside as carelessly as one might flick away an insect that buzzed too close, but it was different with the man he had spent so long trying to impress.
Achilleas might have usually hoped that Theodora’s presence might stay the sharp words that the man dealt so well, but given the thundercloud that had seemed to roll in with the Prince Regent’s arrival earlier, he would not count on it. Better be prepared and just try and weather the storm. If they could avoid discussing the subject that had so aggravated the man, then all the better, but that seemed almost too much of a wish.
The sound of feet behind him had the Lord turn, but it was just the housekeeper setting fresh flowers upon the marble plinths either side of the door, and Achilleas took a sip of the wine he cradled, let it roll around his mouth before he swallowed. He found himself wishing his brother might have been joining them, if only to dilute the presence of his father a little, but the Gods had not even favoured him with that small gift. Achilleas’ attention shifted to look out the window again as he noticed some movement. A carriage, bearing his betrothed no doubt, approached, and the man turned, ready to go and receive her.
The news that had arrived on the dissapearance of his nephew and the queen the morning after the Egyptian embassy's arrival had saw Irakles's temper exploding on everyone within the vicinity. Reports had the main study of the palace reverberating according to some exaggerated accounts, but whatever it was, the prince regeant was not in a fine mood. In what was (according to most) a rare show of temper, Irakles had been antsy and cranky all day, and had immediately ordered a search party to find and retrieve his nephew and wife, citing he needed to ensure the possible murderer of the great and late King Zenon did not go unpunished. The fact that Stephanos had taken off running did not bode well on his track record, making his image look even guiltier then it was now. Any advisor which had previously been on the fence, was now firmly convinced that Stephanos had been guilty as charged... which perhaps, was the only bright light to this situation.
But that did not change the fact that Irakles did not know where he was, and it rankled him. The irritation had caused bile to rise from his throat all day long, something which no amount of wine nor fresh water drank could cure, and by the time dinner rolled around, he was crankier then a bear awakened in winter.
Like Achilleas, Irakles would've loved nothing better then to call off the dinner, especially as his chest had started to hurt as the sun sank. Breathing had gotten a little difficult, but he was never one to shirk duty. Plus, the ceremony would be soon, and they would have plenty to settle. He and Lady Evelli had been exchanging many letters, but he had eventually left the finalization of many details for the wedding to be done with the two mothers, after a quick reminder to Myrto that this is all to be pulled off with the grandeur and pomp that was expected of a man who would one day be prince, Irakles had turned to matters of the state.
Only when Ujarak reminded him of the impending dinner, did Irakles ask for another chalice of his tonic that Meena had purchased to ease his many ailments lately, as he got dressed. A simple gray chiton would be layered over the maroon chiton that signified Mikaelidas colors, fibulae's in the shape of lion heads holding up the material. Eschewing his crown for the little, informal dinner, he made his way down the stairwell of the palati, and headed to the Mikaelidas manor on horseback. Despite it being easier to handle it in the palati, the place lacked the privacy he preferred when it came to dealing with his son and betrothed.
A dark cloud hung over Irakles's presence as he entered, and was swiftly informed that while his son had arrived, the lady of the question had not yet come - perfect, for the man anyway. His visage would clear up to play the part of the perfect prince and prince regeant when Theodora arrived, but Achilleas had never had the luxury of his nicer face.
Shrugging off his himation for his servant's to take (Meena had insisted, for how easily he caught chills of late), Irakles strode quickly to the receiving room where his slaves had informed, was where Achilleas waited, only to be met by his son exiting the room as he reached it. Raising a brow at the filled chalice Achilleas held, the man flashed him a look, and took a step back. "I shall be waiting for Theodora and yourself in the dining room. Do not tarry."
His tone broached no argument, for Irakles wanted to get this dinner over with. His head pounded, and he wanted to visit with Meena before he returned to the palati to continue with his work, which meant the quicker the meal was over with the better. Plus, Achilleas needed a few extra reminders, especially with his most recent behavior.
Taking long strides into the Mikaelidas dining room, the feast of poultry, cheese, crusty breads and the provision of both fresh water and wine, along with fruits that were of season. Seating himself at the head of the table, Irakles held a hand up to summon the housekeeper, speaking while keeping his eyes trained on the entrance which Achilleas would bring Theodora through. "Phyliss, bring the maid that Lord Achilleas favors to serve us today."
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The news that had arrived on the dissapearance of his nephew and the queen the morning after the Egyptian embassy's arrival had saw Irakles's temper exploding on everyone within the vicinity. Reports had the main study of the palace reverberating according to some exaggerated accounts, but whatever it was, the prince regeant was not in a fine mood. In what was (according to most) a rare show of temper, Irakles had been antsy and cranky all day, and had immediately ordered a search party to find and retrieve his nephew and wife, citing he needed to ensure the possible murderer of the great and late King Zenon did not go unpunished. The fact that Stephanos had taken off running did not bode well on his track record, making his image look even guiltier then it was now. Any advisor which had previously been on the fence, was now firmly convinced that Stephanos had been guilty as charged... which perhaps, was the only bright light to this situation.
But that did not change the fact that Irakles did not know where he was, and it rankled him. The irritation had caused bile to rise from his throat all day long, something which no amount of wine nor fresh water drank could cure, and by the time dinner rolled around, he was crankier then a bear awakened in winter.
Like Achilleas, Irakles would've loved nothing better then to call off the dinner, especially as his chest had started to hurt as the sun sank. Breathing had gotten a little difficult, but he was never one to shirk duty. Plus, the ceremony would be soon, and they would have plenty to settle. He and Lady Evelli had been exchanging many letters, but he had eventually left the finalization of many details for the wedding to be done with the two mothers, after a quick reminder to Myrto that this is all to be pulled off with the grandeur and pomp that was expected of a man who would one day be prince, Irakles had turned to matters of the state.
Only when Ujarak reminded him of the impending dinner, did Irakles ask for another chalice of his tonic that Meena had purchased to ease his many ailments lately, as he got dressed. A simple gray chiton would be layered over the maroon chiton that signified Mikaelidas colors, fibulae's in the shape of lion heads holding up the material. Eschewing his crown for the little, informal dinner, he made his way down the stairwell of the palati, and headed to the Mikaelidas manor on horseback. Despite it being easier to handle it in the palati, the place lacked the privacy he preferred when it came to dealing with his son and betrothed.
A dark cloud hung over Irakles's presence as he entered, and was swiftly informed that while his son had arrived, the lady of the question had not yet come - perfect, for the man anyway. His visage would clear up to play the part of the perfect prince and prince regeant when Theodora arrived, but Achilleas had never had the luxury of his nicer face.
Shrugging off his himation for his servant's to take (Meena had insisted, for how easily he caught chills of late), Irakles strode quickly to the receiving room where his slaves had informed, was where Achilleas waited, only to be met by his son exiting the room as he reached it. Raising a brow at the filled chalice Achilleas held, the man flashed him a look, and took a step back. "I shall be waiting for Theodora and yourself in the dining room. Do not tarry."
His tone broached no argument, for Irakles wanted to get this dinner over with. His head pounded, and he wanted to visit with Meena before he returned to the palati to continue with his work, which meant the quicker the meal was over with the better. Plus, Achilleas needed a few extra reminders, especially with his most recent behavior.
Taking long strides into the Mikaelidas dining room, the feast of poultry, cheese, crusty breads and the provision of both fresh water and wine, along with fruits that were of season. Seating himself at the head of the table, Irakles held a hand up to summon the housekeeper, speaking while keeping his eyes trained on the entrance which Achilleas would bring Theodora through. "Phyliss, bring the maid that Lord Achilleas favors to serve us today."
The news that had arrived on the dissapearance of his nephew and the queen the morning after the Egyptian embassy's arrival had saw Irakles's temper exploding on everyone within the vicinity. Reports had the main study of the palace reverberating according to some exaggerated accounts, but whatever it was, the prince regeant was not in a fine mood. In what was (according to most) a rare show of temper, Irakles had been antsy and cranky all day, and had immediately ordered a search party to find and retrieve his nephew and wife, citing he needed to ensure the possible murderer of the great and late King Zenon did not go unpunished. The fact that Stephanos had taken off running did not bode well on his track record, making his image look even guiltier then it was now. Any advisor which had previously been on the fence, was now firmly convinced that Stephanos had been guilty as charged... which perhaps, was the only bright light to this situation.
But that did not change the fact that Irakles did not know where he was, and it rankled him. The irritation had caused bile to rise from his throat all day long, something which no amount of wine nor fresh water drank could cure, and by the time dinner rolled around, he was crankier then a bear awakened in winter.
Like Achilleas, Irakles would've loved nothing better then to call off the dinner, especially as his chest had started to hurt as the sun sank. Breathing had gotten a little difficult, but he was never one to shirk duty. Plus, the ceremony would be soon, and they would have plenty to settle. He and Lady Evelli had been exchanging many letters, but he had eventually left the finalization of many details for the wedding to be done with the two mothers, after a quick reminder to Myrto that this is all to be pulled off with the grandeur and pomp that was expected of a man who would one day be prince, Irakles had turned to matters of the state.
Only when Ujarak reminded him of the impending dinner, did Irakles ask for another chalice of his tonic that Meena had purchased to ease his many ailments lately, as he got dressed. A simple gray chiton would be layered over the maroon chiton that signified Mikaelidas colors, fibulae's in the shape of lion heads holding up the material. Eschewing his crown for the little, informal dinner, he made his way down the stairwell of the palati, and headed to the Mikaelidas manor on horseback. Despite it being easier to handle it in the palati, the place lacked the privacy he preferred when it came to dealing with his son and betrothed.
A dark cloud hung over Irakles's presence as he entered, and was swiftly informed that while his son had arrived, the lady of the question had not yet come - perfect, for the man anyway. His visage would clear up to play the part of the perfect prince and prince regeant when Theodora arrived, but Achilleas had never had the luxury of his nicer face.
Shrugging off his himation for his servant's to take (Meena had insisted, for how easily he caught chills of late), Irakles strode quickly to the receiving room where his slaves had informed, was where Achilleas waited, only to be met by his son exiting the room as he reached it. Raising a brow at the filled chalice Achilleas held, the man flashed him a look, and took a step back. "I shall be waiting for Theodora and yourself in the dining room. Do not tarry."
His tone broached no argument, for Irakles wanted to get this dinner over with. His head pounded, and he wanted to visit with Meena before he returned to the palati to continue with his work, which meant the quicker the meal was over with the better. Plus, Achilleas needed a few extra reminders, especially with his most recent behavior.
Taking long strides into the Mikaelidas dining room, the feast of poultry, cheese, crusty breads and the provision of both fresh water and wine, along with fruits that were of season. Seating himself at the head of the table, Irakles held a hand up to summon the housekeeper, speaking while keeping his eyes trained on the entrance which Achilleas would bring Theodora through. "Phyliss, bring the maid that Lord Achilleas favors to serve us today."
At first, Theodora had thought this dinner to be an excellent thing. It would give her a chance to get to know Irakles better than what she already did, and see for herself which of the rumors were true, and which of them wasn't.
But as time had passed, she'd grown more and more nervous about the meeting. She hadn't exactly played a minor part in what had happened, and though no one but a few select people knew, Theodora knew all too well how easy it was for her to let her emotions control her words and actions.
She'd promised herself to offer the best side of what the Leventi brood had to offer, though. And that was exactly what she was going to do.
She was going to be graceful and charming.
Wearing a long, cream white dress that hung loosely over her chest, two golden buttons holding it up over her shoulders. Around her waist, was a golden band that showed off her form without being too revealing. The rest of the dress hung down her hips like gentle waves. Golden bracelets clung to one of her arms, while a ring clung to the other. Her hair was put up, but with loose curls falling down her back, and one stray curl (intentionally placed there) framed her face.
It was only when the carriage stopped that Theodora found herself holding her breath. For a moment, she didn't move. It wasn't until her maid's restless movements that Theodora exhaled sharply. She could do this. Charming, graceful and poised. Just as she had been taught.
The maid leaned over and opened the door, and as Theodora looked outside, she was met with the familiar sight of her betrothed. A little peace to be found in the chaos of her mind.
"Achilleas." She said as she made her way out of her seat and down onto the ground. He was as handsome as he always was. Always a perfect picture ― perfect and poised. She was briefly envious of his ability to keep his emotions in check. There had only been a few rare instances where he'd let the mask falter, and Theodora wondered whether he was really that good at hiding behind it, or if he'd simply hid behind it so long that he'd forgotten what it felt like to take it off.
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At first, Theodora had thought this dinner to be an excellent thing. It would give her a chance to get to know Irakles better than what she already did, and see for herself which of the rumors were true, and which of them wasn't.
But as time had passed, she'd grown more and more nervous about the meeting. She hadn't exactly played a minor part in what had happened, and though no one but a few select people knew, Theodora knew all too well how easy it was for her to let her emotions control her words and actions.
She'd promised herself to offer the best side of what the Leventi brood had to offer, though. And that was exactly what she was going to do.
She was going to be graceful and charming.
Wearing a long, cream white dress that hung loosely over her chest, two golden buttons holding it up over her shoulders. Around her waist, was a golden band that showed off her form without being too revealing. The rest of the dress hung down her hips like gentle waves. Golden bracelets clung to one of her arms, while a ring clung to the other. Her hair was put up, but with loose curls falling down her back, and one stray curl (intentionally placed there) framed her face.
It was only when the carriage stopped that Theodora found herself holding her breath. For a moment, she didn't move. It wasn't until her maid's restless movements that Theodora exhaled sharply. She could do this. Charming, graceful and poised. Just as she had been taught.
The maid leaned over and opened the door, and as Theodora looked outside, she was met with the familiar sight of her betrothed. A little peace to be found in the chaos of her mind.
"Achilleas." She said as she made her way out of her seat and down onto the ground. He was as handsome as he always was. Always a perfect picture ― perfect and poised. She was briefly envious of his ability to keep his emotions in check. There had only been a few rare instances where he'd let the mask falter, and Theodora wondered whether he was really that good at hiding behind it, or if he'd simply hid behind it so long that he'd forgotten what it felt like to take it off.
At first, Theodora had thought this dinner to be an excellent thing. It would give her a chance to get to know Irakles better than what she already did, and see for herself which of the rumors were true, and which of them wasn't.
But as time had passed, she'd grown more and more nervous about the meeting. She hadn't exactly played a minor part in what had happened, and though no one but a few select people knew, Theodora knew all too well how easy it was for her to let her emotions control her words and actions.
She'd promised herself to offer the best side of what the Leventi brood had to offer, though. And that was exactly what she was going to do.
She was going to be graceful and charming.
Wearing a long, cream white dress that hung loosely over her chest, two golden buttons holding it up over her shoulders. Around her waist, was a golden band that showed off her form without being too revealing. The rest of the dress hung down her hips like gentle waves. Golden bracelets clung to one of her arms, while a ring clung to the other. Her hair was put up, but with loose curls falling down her back, and one stray curl (intentionally placed there) framed her face.
It was only when the carriage stopped that Theodora found herself holding her breath. For a moment, she didn't move. It wasn't until her maid's restless movements that Theodora exhaled sharply. She could do this. Charming, graceful and poised. Just as she had been taught.
The maid leaned over and opened the door, and as Theodora looked outside, she was met with the familiar sight of her betrothed. A little peace to be found in the chaos of her mind.
"Achilleas." She said as she made her way out of her seat and down onto the ground. He was as handsome as he always was. Always a perfect picture ― perfect and poised. She was briefly envious of his ability to keep his emotions in check. There had only been a few rare instances where he'd let the mask falter, and Theodora wondered whether he was really that good at hiding behind it, or if he'd simply hid behind it so long that he'd forgotten what it felt like to take it off.
Achilleas had paused as he met his father on the way out to receive Theodora, had followed the man’s gaze to the wine he held and squared his shoulders. True, it was not like him to turn to such social lubrications, but then he was not so used to remaining in his father’s disfavour either. If he was going to have to endure a couple of hours of the man sniping at him, then he would take the sting out of it if he could.
As if to emphasise the point, Irakles spoke and the younger man’s expression tightened a little at the sparse words directed at him, but nodded, for there was no other response appropriate to the instruction. “We shall see you there shortly” came the reply, and Achilleas took his leave, taking a healthy sip of the wine he held as soon as he was out of sight. This was shaping up to be about as pleasant as he thought it might be.
Outside, he took the couple of moments afforded to him as the carriage circled in front of the Archontiko to shake off his reservations, so that when he met Theodora there was little to betray his concerns visible upon his face. He smiled and offered his betrothed a hand down from the carriage, gaze sweeping an appreciative path over her as she climbed down. “You look lovely, as always”. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, before offering her his arm so they might go inside, the other still holding on to the wine he was self medicating with, as well as a small fabric wrapped bundle..The stiltedness that had plagued some of their earlier interactions had thankfully faded, he was more comfortable, an easy familiarity in the way he touched her now.
Before they got much further though, Achilleas had drawn Theodora to a halt, shot a glance at her maid that dared her not to continue on ahead, and when she had gone, he looked back to his betrothed, an expression that looked for a moment as if he might be nervous playing across his features as he shifted so he was in front of her.
“ We don’t have long” he began, conscious of the order not to keep his father waiting. “ But, I..got you something”. A little awkwardly, he disentangled himself from her, and switched the chalice he held into his other hand, before pressing the silk wrapped package into Theo’s palm. The bangle within was wrought in gold, two lions meeting head to head, rubies set into the metal to depict the cat’s eyes. Speaking as she began to unwrap it, he was almost careless in his words, belying his actions, which indicated he did care, rather a lot actually.if one knew how to read him. “ Consider it a token of my affections, and a sign of how happy I am that finally it appears we may actually make it to being wed”
And forgive me for whatever disaster this dinner is Achilleas did not give voice to the latter, but the thought was prominent in his mind nevertheless, and the smile he wore was a little tight as he waited on Theodora’s reaction.
“ I promised my Father we would not keep him waiting” he said then, glancing toward the house. ” He is, as you would imagine, rather busy with all that has transpired.” Which was a polite way of alluding to the man’s poor temper if nothing else. But then Achilleas appeared to remember himself, and he added smoothly. “ Though I know he has been looking forward to receiving you.” If he knew his father at all, the man would charm Theodora as he did everyone else, and he was not entirely sure how he felt about that. She already saw through him too easily when it came to his relationship with his father, and how could he explain that if Irakles proceeded to be the perfect Prince for his bride?
The manor house was cool, designed so as it did not catch the heat of the afternoon sun, and Achilleas led Theodora past the solar where they had dined together, and away from the end of the house where his own rooms were. Instead, they walked the cool hallway to the grand dining room where the Prince Regent was waiting, and this time Achilleas offered his father a slight bow before he escorted Theodora to sit at the man’s right as etiquette dictated. Waiting for her to be seated, he then moved to take his own seat opposite, trying to ignore the tension he could feel settling across his shoulders as he set his cup down on the table with a dull clink. ” I am glad we can we do this” he lied, glancing between Theodora and his father with a thin smile. “ Thank you for making the time Father ”.
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Achilleas had paused as he met his father on the way out to receive Theodora, had followed the man’s gaze to the wine he held and squared his shoulders. True, it was not like him to turn to such social lubrications, but then he was not so used to remaining in his father’s disfavour either. If he was going to have to endure a couple of hours of the man sniping at him, then he would take the sting out of it if he could.
As if to emphasise the point, Irakles spoke and the younger man’s expression tightened a little at the sparse words directed at him, but nodded, for there was no other response appropriate to the instruction. “We shall see you there shortly” came the reply, and Achilleas took his leave, taking a healthy sip of the wine he held as soon as he was out of sight. This was shaping up to be about as pleasant as he thought it might be.
Outside, he took the couple of moments afforded to him as the carriage circled in front of the Archontiko to shake off his reservations, so that when he met Theodora there was little to betray his concerns visible upon his face. He smiled and offered his betrothed a hand down from the carriage, gaze sweeping an appreciative path over her as she climbed down. “You look lovely, as always”. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, before offering her his arm so they might go inside, the other still holding on to the wine he was self medicating with, as well as a small fabric wrapped bundle..The stiltedness that had plagued some of their earlier interactions had thankfully faded, he was more comfortable, an easy familiarity in the way he touched her now.
Before they got much further though, Achilleas had drawn Theodora to a halt, shot a glance at her maid that dared her not to continue on ahead, and when she had gone, he looked back to his betrothed, an expression that looked for a moment as if he might be nervous playing across his features as he shifted so he was in front of her.
“ We don’t have long” he began, conscious of the order not to keep his father waiting. “ But, I..got you something”. A little awkwardly, he disentangled himself from her, and switched the chalice he held into his other hand, before pressing the silk wrapped package into Theo’s palm. The bangle within was wrought in gold, two lions meeting head to head, rubies set into the metal to depict the cat’s eyes. Speaking as she began to unwrap it, he was almost careless in his words, belying his actions, which indicated he did care, rather a lot actually.if one knew how to read him. “ Consider it a token of my affections, and a sign of how happy I am that finally it appears we may actually make it to being wed”
And forgive me for whatever disaster this dinner is Achilleas did not give voice to the latter, but the thought was prominent in his mind nevertheless, and the smile he wore was a little tight as he waited on Theodora’s reaction.
“ I promised my Father we would not keep him waiting” he said then, glancing toward the house. ” He is, as you would imagine, rather busy with all that has transpired.” Which was a polite way of alluding to the man’s poor temper if nothing else. But then Achilleas appeared to remember himself, and he added smoothly. “ Though I know he has been looking forward to receiving you.” If he knew his father at all, the man would charm Theodora as he did everyone else, and he was not entirely sure how he felt about that. She already saw through him too easily when it came to his relationship with his father, and how could he explain that if Irakles proceeded to be the perfect Prince for his bride?
The manor house was cool, designed so as it did not catch the heat of the afternoon sun, and Achilleas led Theodora past the solar where they had dined together, and away from the end of the house where his own rooms were. Instead, they walked the cool hallway to the grand dining room where the Prince Regent was waiting, and this time Achilleas offered his father a slight bow before he escorted Theodora to sit at the man’s right as etiquette dictated. Waiting for her to be seated, he then moved to take his own seat opposite, trying to ignore the tension he could feel settling across his shoulders as he set his cup down on the table with a dull clink. ” I am glad we can we do this” he lied, glancing between Theodora and his father with a thin smile. “ Thank you for making the time Father ”.
Achilleas had paused as he met his father on the way out to receive Theodora, had followed the man’s gaze to the wine he held and squared his shoulders. True, it was not like him to turn to such social lubrications, but then he was not so used to remaining in his father’s disfavour either. If he was going to have to endure a couple of hours of the man sniping at him, then he would take the sting out of it if he could.
As if to emphasise the point, Irakles spoke and the younger man’s expression tightened a little at the sparse words directed at him, but nodded, for there was no other response appropriate to the instruction. “We shall see you there shortly” came the reply, and Achilleas took his leave, taking a healthy sip of the wine he held as soon as he was out of sight. This was shaping up to be about as pleasant as he thought it might be.
Outside, he took the couple of moments afforded to him as the carriage circled in front of the Archontiko to shake off his reservations, so that when he met Theodora there was little to betray his concerns visible upon his face. He smiled and offered his betrothed a hand down from the carriage, gaze sweeping an appreciative path over her as she climbed down. “You look lovely, as always”. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, before offering her his arm so they might go inside, the other still holding on to the wine he was self medicating with, as well as a small fabric wrapped bundle..The stiltedness that had plagued some of their earlier interactions had thankfully faded, he was more comfortable, an easy familiarity in the way he touched her now.
Before they got much further though, Achilleas had drawn Theodora to a halt, shot a glance at her maid that dared her not to continue on ahead, and when she had gone, he looked back to his betrothed, an expression that looked for a moment as if he might be nervous playing across his features as he shifted so he was in front of her.
“ We don’t have long” he began, conscious of the order not to keep his father waiting. “ But, I..got you something”. A little awkwardly, he disentangled himself from her, and switched the chalice he held into his other hand, before pressing the silk wrapped package into Theo’s palm. The bangle within was wrought in gold, two lions meeting head to head, rubies set into the metal to depict the cat’s eyes. Speaking as she began to unwrap it, he was almost careless in his words, belying his actions, which indicated he did care, rather a lot actually.if one knew how to read him. “ Consider it a token of my affections, and a sign of how happy I am that finally it appears we may actually make it to being wed”
And forgive me for whatever disaster this dinner is Achilleas did not give voice to the latter, but the thought was prominent in his mind nevertheless, and the smile he wore was a little tight as he waited on Theodora’s reaction.
“ I promised my Father we would not keep him waiting” he said then, glancing toward the house. ” He is, as you would imagine, rather busy with all that has transpired.” Which was a polite way of alluding to the man’s poor temper if nothing else. But then Achilleas appeared to remember himself, and he added smoothly. “ Though I know he has been looking forward to receiving you.” If he knew his father at all, the man would charm Theodora as he did everyone else, and he was not entirely sure how he felt about that. She already saw through him too easily when it came to his relationship with his father, and how could he explain that if Irakles proceeded to be the perfect Prince for his bride?
The manor house was cool, designed so as it did not catch the heat of the afternoon sun, and Achilleas led Theodora past the solar where they had dined together, and away from the end of the house where his own rooms were. Instead, they walked the cool hallway to the grand dining room where the Prince Regent was waiting, and this time Achilleas offered his father a slight bow before he escorted Theodora to sit at the man’s right as etiquette dictated. Waiting for her to be seated, he then moved to take his own seat opposite, trying to ignore the tension he could feel settling across his shoulders as he set his cup down on the table with a dull clink. ” I am glad we can we do this” he lied, glancing between Theodora and his father with a thin smile. “ Thank you for making the time Father ”.
She had been in a foul mood ever since Achilleas had last sent her away. Before the engagement, he had welcomed her in his bed every night either of them had the desire, and even after the announcement she had held hope that perhaps he would still see her even after he was married. After all, his father kept Meena well and in plain sight while the wife was away at a separate estate. Who was to say she could not become the next kept mistress? Cleaning up the room in which they were to dine and helping prepare the food that was to be served to them hurt her soul, and she had to chew on her lower lip to keep from crying until it was swollen from the attention.
In all the time she had spent with the baron of Euttica, she had always convinced herself that she was doing this for lust, and position, for the things he could give her and the station he could raise her to. She wasn't going to be foolish enough to fall in love. Until she had. And she had realized it too late, not that any begging she could have done would have prevented him from marrying the Leventi woman. It was obvious he was enamoured of her, and the sight of it made Briseis' heart burn with a jealous rage.
Once her duties had finished, she prepared to hide herself away in a far corner of the house where she could cry in peace, but the commanding steps of Phyliss stopped her in her tracks. Her jaw dropped as she received the command, that the prince had ordered she be the one to wait on them this evening. In her time here she had rarely exchanged any words with the prince, barely looked him in the face and certainly had gotten no indication that he knew her from any other maid present. Shaking her head, she tried to think of any excuse, any valid reason why she could say no to royalty, but the look on the older woman's face told her she had no choice. She could only steel herself against feeling and hope that no one looked at her too closely or commented on her expression.
Dressed in a dark green chiton with a plain leather belt, she wore no ornaments or finery, only a pin with a raw pearl attached that her mother had sent her in her hair. The blonde locks were twisted up and out of her face entirely, only a few loose strands from the day giving any indication of the crowning glory it truly was. It was heavy, but well worth the weight if it meant keeping the impossibly long curls out of her way while she worked. Blue eyes were watery, but as she entered the room where the dinner was to be had with an additional amphora of wine, she kept her gaze on her feet and head bowed in subservience. The prince was already present and seated at the head of the table, and Briseis dipped into a low curtsy of respect to him before taking up a silent post in the corner to await being called upon.
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She had been in a foul mood ever since Achilleas had last sent her away. Before the engagement, he had welcomed her in his bed every night either of them had the desire, and even after the announcement she had held hope that perhaps he would still see her even after he was married. After all, his father kept Meena well and in plain sight while the wife was away at a separate estate. Who was to say she could not become the next kept mistress? Cleaning up the room in which they were to dine and helping prepare the food that was to be served to them hurt her soul, and she had to chew on her lower lip to keep from crying until it was swollen from the attention.
In all the time she had spent with the baron of Euttica, she had always convinced herself that she was doing this for lust, and position, for the things he could give her and the station he could raise her to. She wasn't going to be foolish enough to fall in love. Until she had. And she had realized it too late, not that any begging she could have done would have prevented him from marrying the Leventi woman. It was obvious he was enamoured of her, and the sight of it made Briseis' heart burn with a jealous rage.
Once her duties had finished, she prepared to hide herself away in a far corner of the house where she could cry in peace, but the commanding steps of Phyliss stopped her in her tracks. Her jaw dropped as she received the command, that the prince had ordered she be the one to wait on them this evening. In her time here she had rarely exchanged any words with the prince, barely looked him in the face and certainly had gotten no indication that he knew her from any other maid present. Shaking her head, she tried to think of any excuse, any valid reason why she could say no to royalty, but the look on the older woman's face told her she had no choice. She could only steel herself against feeling and hope that no one looked at her too closely or commented on her expression.
Dressed in a dark green chiton with a plain leather belt, she wore no ornaments or finery, only a pin with a raw pearl attached that her mother had sent her in her hair. The blonde locks were twisted up and out of her face entirely, only a few loose strands from the day giving any indication of the crowning glory it truly was. It was heavy, but well worth the weight if it meant keeping the impossibly long curls out of her way while she worked. Blue eyes were watery, but as she entered the room where the dinner was to be had with an additional amphora of wine, she kept her gaze on her feet and head bowed in subservience. The prince was already present and seated at the head of the table, and Briseis dipped into a low curtsy of respect to him before taking up a silent post in the corner to await being called upon.
She had been in a foul mood ever since Achilleas had last sent her away. Before the engagement, he had welcomed her in his bed every night either of them had the desire, and even after the announcement she had held hope that perhaps he would still see her even after he was married. After all, his father kept Meena well and in plain sight while the wife was away at a separate estate. Who was to say she could not become the next kept mistress? Cleaning up the room in which they were to dine and helping prepare the food that was to be served to them hurt her soul, and she had to chew on her lower lip to keep from crying until it was swollen from the attention.
In all the time she had spent with the baron of Euttica, she had always convinced herself that she was doing this for lust, and position, for the things he could give her and the station he could raise her to. She wasn't going to be foolish enough to fall in love. Until she had. And she had realized it too late, not that any begging she could have done would have prevented him from marrying the Leventi woman. It was obvious he was enamoured of her, and the sight of it made Briseis' heart burn with a jealous rage.
Once her duties had finished, she prepared to hide herself away in a far corner of the house where she could cry in peace, but the commanding steps of Phyliss stopped her in her tracks. Her jaw dropped as she received the command, that the prince had ordered she be the one to wait on them this evening. In her time here she had rarely exchanged any words with the prince, barely looked him in the face and certainly had gotten no indication that he knew her from any other maid present. Shaking her head, she tried to think of any excuse, any valid reason why she could say no to royalty, but the look on the older woman's face told her she had no choice. She could only steel herself against feeling and hope that no one looked at her too closely or commented on her expression.
Dressed in a dark green chiton with a plain leather belt, she wore no ornaments or finery, only a pin with a raw pearl attached that her mother had sent her in her hair. The blonde locks were twisted up and out of her face entirely, only a few loose strands from the day giving any indication of the crowning glory it truly was. It was heavy, but well worth the weight if it meant keeping the impossibly long curls out of her way while she worked. Blue eyes were watery, but as she entered the room where the dinner was to be had with an additional amphora of wine, she kept her gaze on her feet and head bowed in subservience. The prince was already present and seated at the head of the table, and Briseis dipped into a low curtsy of respect to him before taking up a silent post in the corner to await being called upon.
He waited in silence as the others filed in. The maid entered first, silent and a little sullen faced, if Irakles could judge from the distance of which she stood, holding an amphora of wine. A flicker of amuement crossed his dark face - she wasn't happy. But then again, Irakles wasn't in the business to make people happy, especially when his own plans were now so far skewed off course, the last thing he wanted to do was to make merry with his son's future wife.
Duty was a pain though.
As he looked up whilst Achilleas and Theodora entered, a pleasant smile bloomed on his face, albeit looking a little bit more strained and tired then usual, but its been a long week, and he may come off as simply weary afterall.
Bowing at his waist in respect to Theodora, he eschewed the services of a male servant, and instead stepped forward to pull out a chair for Theodora on his left instead, waving at her to come over to where he stood, and allowing her to take her seat before pushing the chair in as a valet would. If anything, Irakles manners was as polished as the goldenware they would use during their meal, trained since childhood to ensure all was up to par and standards, it would seem he was treating royals, the way he treated anyone who crossed paths with him. It was why his reputation was unblemished in the eyes of the Taengean people.
Assured that Achilleas had his own limbs intact to take his own seat, the prince rounded to resume his seat at the head of the table, waving for Briseis to serve wine to his son and their guest, before signalling for the meal to begin.
Right on cue, a stream of servants filed in with plates, from roasted venison to assorted cheeses, fresh salads and fruits of their choices, each plate was arranged within easy reach for all, and the aroma of food soon filled the dining room as the servants promptly left, leaving only a scarce few who would attend to them as the meal progressed. Waving a hand, he waited first for Theodora to reach for what she'd like, ensuring cheeses and meat, fresh vegetables and fruits were all on the ladies's plate, before starting conversation. "Have all preprations been going well, Lady Theodora? I have been in correspondence with your mother, and have passed on planning to Lady Myrto and Lady Evelli, but do let me know should you need anything. We'd like to ensure your joining of our famil
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He waited in silence as the others filed in. The maid entered first, silent and a little sullen faced, if Irakles could judge from the distance of which she stood, holding an amphora of wine. A flicker of amuement crossed his dark face - she wasn't happy. But then again, Irakles wasn't in the business to make people happy, especially when his own plans were now so far skewed off course, the last thing he wanted to do was to make merry with his son's future wife.
Duty was a pain though.
As he looked up whilst Achilleas and Theodora entered, a pleasant smile bloomed on his face, albeit looking a little bit more strained and tired then usual, but its been a long week, and he may come off as simply weary afterall.
Bowing at his waist in respect to Theodora, he eschewed the services of a male servant, and instead stepped forward to pull out a chair for Theodora on his left instead, waving at her to come over to where he stood, and allowing her to take her seat before pushing the chair in as a valet would. If anything, Irakles manners was as polished as the goldenware they would use during their meal, trained since childhood to ensure all was up to par and standards, it would seem he was treating royals, the way he treated anyone who crossed paths with him. It was why his reputation was unblemished in the eyes of the Taengean people.
Assured that Achilleas had his own limbs intact to take his own seat, the prince rounded to resume his seat at the head of the table, waving for Briseis to serve wine to his son and their guest, before signalling for the meal to begin.
Right on cue, a stream of servants filed in with plates, from roasted venison to assorted cheeses, fresh salads and fruits of their choices, each plate was arranged within easy reach for all, and the aroma of food soon filled the dining room as the servants promptly left, leaving only a scarce few who would attend to them as the meal progressed. Waving a hand, he waited first for Theodora to reach for what she'd like, ensuring cheeses and meat, fresh vegetables and fruits were all on the ladies's plate, before starting conversation. "Have all preprations been going well, Lady Theodora? I have been in correspondence with your mother, and have passed on planning to Lady Myrto and Lady Evelli, but do let me know should you need anything. We'd like to ensure your joining of our famil
He waited in silence as the others filed in. The maid entered first, silent and a little sullen faced, if Irakles could judge from the distance of which she stood, holding an amphora of wine. A flicker of amuement crossed his dark face - she wasn't happy. But then again, Irakles wasn't in the business to make people happy, especially when his own plans were now so far skewed off course, the last thing he wanted to do was to make merry with his son's future wife.
Duty was a pain though.
As he looked up whilst Achilleas and Theodora entered, a pleasant smile bloomed on his face, albeit looking a little bit more strained and tired then usual, but its been a long week, and he may come off as simply weary afterall.
Bowing at his waist in respect to Theodora, he eschewed the services of a male servant, and instead stepped forward to pull out a chair for Theodora on his left instead, waving at her to come over to where he stood, and allowing her to take her seat before pushing the chair in as a valet would. If anything, Irakles manners was as polished as the goldenware they would use during their meal, trained since childhood to ensure all was up to par and standards, it would seem he was treating royals, the way he treated anyone who crossed paths with him. It was why his reputation was unblemished in the eyes of the Taengean people.
Assured that Achilleas had his own limbs intact to take his own seat, the prince rounded to resume his seat at the head of the table, waving for Briseis to serve wine to his son and their guest, before signalling for the meal to begin.
Right on cue, a stream of servants filed in with plates, from roasted venison to assorted cheeses, fresh salads and fruits of their choices, each plate was arranged within easy reach for all, and the aroma of food soon filled the dining room as the servants promptly left, leaving only a scarce few who would attend to them as the meal progressed. Waving a hand, he waited first for Theodora to reach for what she'd like, ensuring cheeses and meat, fresh vegetables and fruits were all on the ladies's plate, before starting conversation. "Have all preprations been going well, Lady Theodora? I have been in correspondence with your mother, and have passed on planning to Lady Myrto and Lady Evelli, but do let me know should you need anything. We'd like to ensure your joining of our famil
Intertwining their arms, Theodora chuckled softly. "I would sure hope so, otherwise Aphrodite might be offended." She was glad that, somewhere along the road, the two had grown familiar enough that it didn't feel awkward. It was also easy to tell that Achilleas too, had relaxed some in her presence.
Still, it seemed he could still surprise her. Furrowing her brows as he halted their movement forward, Theodora simply nodded at her maid, giving her permission to move on ahead. The disapproving glare wasn't hard to see, but the brunette chose to ignore it and instead, looked curiously up at her betrothed.
Looking down at the package that found its way into the palms of her hands. For a second, Theodora simply stared at it: It wasn't expected. Still, the young woman didn't hesitate further before opening it: Gold found its way through the silk and Theodora lifted it up before her, studying the two lions meeting head to head. It was a beautiful piece, made complete with the rubies meant to portray the lions' eyes. "It's lovely." She said as she slid it over her hand and onto her wrist. "Thank you."
She could feel her heart swell a little in her chest at the gesture. Even Theodora realized how much it meant.
The couple made their way indoors then and towards the dining room where Irakles was expecting them. Returning the proper greeting in turn as Irakles bowed, Theodora smiled at the older man. The smile grew thankful as the man pulled out the chair and took a seat.
The food was served then, and it looked absolutely delicious ― as was to be expected when Irakles of Mikaelidas was hosting.
"You need not worry, your highness." She said pleasantly, "I can assure you that everything is going according to plan." Her mother would ensure nothing less, of course. The 'fuss' comment didn't pass her by, though and she quickly tossed a amused glance in the direction of her betrothed. As quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
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Intertwining their arms, Theodora chuckled softly. "I would sure hope so, otherwise Aphrodite might be offended." She was glad that, somewhere along the road, the two had grown familiar enough that it didn't feel awkward. It was also easy to tell that Achilleas too, had relaxed some in her presence.
Still, it seemed he could still surprise her. Furrowing her brows as he halted their movement forward, Theodora simply nodded at her maid, giving her permission to move on ahead. The disapproving glare wasn't hard to see, but the brunette chose to ignore it and instead, looked curiously up at her betrothed.
Looking down at the package that found its way into the palms of her hands. For a second, Theodora simply stared at it: It wasn't expected. Still, the young woman didn't hesitate further before opening it: Gold found its way through the silk and Theodora lifted it up before her, studying the two lions meeting head to head. It was a beautiful piece, made complete with the rubies meant to portray the lions' eyes. "It's lovely." She said as she slid it over her hand and onto her wrist. "Thank you."
She could feel her heart swell a little in her chest at the gesture. Even Theodora realized how much it meant.
The couple made their way indoors then and towards the dining room where Irakles was expecting them. Returning the proper greeting in turn as Irakles bowed, Theodora smiled at the older man. The smile grew thankful as the man pulled out the chair and took a seat.
The food was served then, and it looked absolutely delicious ― as was to be expected when Irakles of Mikaelidas was hosting.
"You need not worry, your highness." She said pleasantly, "I can assure you that everything is going according to plan." Her mother would ensure nothing less, of course. The 'fuss' comment didn't pass her by, though and she quickly tossed a amused glance in the direction of her betrothed. As quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
Intertwining their arms, Theodora chuckled softly. "I would sure hope so, otherwise Aphrodite might be offended." She was glad that, somewhere along the road, the two had grown familiar enough that it didn't feel awkward. It was also easy to tell that Achilleas too, had relaxed some in her presence.
Still, it seemed he could still surprise her. Furrowing her brows as he halted their movement forward, Theodora simply nodded at her maid, giving her permission to move on ahead. The disapproving glare wasn't hard to see, but the brunette chose to ignore it and instead, looked curiously up at her betrothed.
Looking down at the package that found its way into the palms of her hands. For a second, Theodora simply stared at it: It wasn't expected. Still, the young woman didn't hesitate further before opening it: Gold found its way through the silk and Theodora lifted it up before her, studying the two lions meeting head to head. It was a beautiful piece, made complete with the rubies meant to portray the lions' eyes. "It's lovely." She said as she slid it over her hand and onto her wrist. "Thank you."
She could feel her heart swell a little in her chest at the gesture. Even Theodora realized how much it meant.
The couple made their way indoors then and towards the dining room where Irakles was expecting them. Returning the proper greeting in turn as Irakles bowed, Theodora smiled at the older man. The smile grew thankful as the man pulled out the chair and took a seat.
The food was served then, and it looked absolutely delicious ― as was to be expected when Irakles of Mikaelidas was hosting.
"You need not worry, your highness." She said pleasantly, "I can assure you that everything is going according to plan." Her mother would ensure nothing less, of course. The 'fuss' comment didn't pass her by, though and she quickly tossed a amused glance in the direction of her betrothed. As quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
He had watched her open the gift, wondering why he felt so nervous all of a sudden that she would not like it. It was jewellery, women liked jewellery. Still, Achilleas felt a relief that she seemed pleased, and thought that part of the evening could be called a success, even if he did not hold such high hopes for the rest of it.
As promised, his father awaited them in the dining room, and Achilleas relaxed a fraction as the man smiled as they entered. It seemed Irakles public face would not fail them, and the son could only hope that such graciousness might extend to him also, if only for the duration of this dinner. But then he went to escort Theodora to the right and of course the Prince moved to pull out the seat on the left and Achilleas could do little other than release his betrothed to move to her newly designated seat. He was about to move around the table himself when he glanced up and caught sight of Briseis, a silent statue in the corner. What was she doing here? She did not usually wait upon the evening meal, and Achilleas shot her a look as he walked to take his seat. She had better behave.
It had been more awkward that he had prepared for, trying to disentangle himself from his casual lover. For he was coming to see that somewhere along the line, it had ceased to be casual for Briseis, and she had not taken it well when he had called time upon their arrangement. Nor the second time, aftr his will had crumbled. Her presence now only served to make him uncomfortable, and Achilleas was grateful for the wine he had already furnished himself with, taking a sip as Irakles proceeded to ignore his words as if he had not even spoken. It was going to be like that, then.
Deliberately not looking at the girl who moved to serve more wine, he instead toyed with the knife at his place setting, not raising his gaze from it until the shadow of Briseis had moved away and he could safely look to his betrothed again, shooting her a small smile across the table as the food was brought in.
Achilleas looked over the offering as Irakles engaged in conversation with Theodora, finding his appetite dulled but loading his plate anyway. And though he wanted to roll his eyes at the man’s question regarding the wedding arrangements, he did not, instead letting one brow rise in warning as Theo found some amusement in the man’s words.
Oh yes. She accused him of fussing. Still, Theo assured his father that everything was in hand, despite Achilleas telling him countless times the same thing. Perhaps he might actually believe the woman and let the matter lie.
“I am not sure it could possibly be described as fuss free” Achilleas said, glancing at Theo with a brief flash of a smile “ Given the amount of organisation that has gone into the event. I fear there will be rather a lot of fuss” His eyes slid momentarily towards the man at the head of the table then, and he quickly tacked on “ Though of course that is what is befitting such an occasion”
And then because he was not without a heart, Achilleas could not help but look for Briseis, for it seemed unnecessarily cruel for her to have to listen to such talk. Not that he could do much about it.
He ate without really tasting the food, sifting through possible topics of conversation that would not skirt too close to the events surrounding the Egyptian’s visit and the King and Queen’s subsequent disappearance. It was not an easy endeavour, given that Theodora’s family seemed to be somehow implicated, and he could not ask about her sisters or after her parents. It put to practice all of the arts he had learned in his years in the senate to find some suitable subject, but he settled on one that he thought would be harmless enough.
“ You will like Euttica I hope, Theodora.There is an altogether more laid back feel to the place than here in the Capital”
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He had watched her open the gift, wondering why he felt so nervous all of a sudden that she would not like it. It was jewellery, women liked jewellery. Still, Achilleas felt a relief that she seemed pleased, and thought that part of the evening could be called a success, even if he did not hold such high hopes for the rest of it.
As promised, his father awaited them in the dining room, and Achilleas relaxed a fraction as the man smiled as they entered. It seemed Irakles public face would not fail them, and the son could only hope that such graciousness might extend to him also, if only for the duration of this dinner. But then he went to escort Theodora to the right and of course the Prince moved to pull out the seat on the left and Achilleas could do little other than release his betrothed to move to her newly designated seat. He was about to move around the table himself when he glanced up and caught sight of Briseis, a silent statue in the corner. What was she doing here? She did not usually wait upon the evening meal, and Achilleas shot her a look as he walked to take his seat. She had better behave.
It had been more awkward that he had prepared for, trying to disentangle himself from his casual lover. For he was coming to see that somewhere along the line, it had ceased to be casual for Briseis, and she had not taken it well when he had called time upon their arrangement. Nor the second time, aftr his will had crumbled. Her presence now only served to make him uncomfortable, and Achilleas was grateful for the wine he had already furnished himself with, taking a sip as Irakles proceeded to ignore his words as if he had not even spoken. It was going to be like that, then.
Deliberately not looking at the girl who moved to serve more wine, he instead toyed with the knife at his place setting, not raising his gaze from it until the shadow of Briseis had moved away and he could safely look to his betrothed again, shooting her a small smile across the table as the food was brought in.
Achilleas looked over the offering as Irakles engaged in conversation with Theodora, finding his appetite dulled but loading his plate anyway. And though he wanted to roll his eyes at the man’s question regarding the wedding arrangements, he did not, instead letting one brow rise in warning as Theo found some amusement in the man’s words.
Oh yes. She accused him of fussing. Still, Theo assured his father that everything was in hand, despite Achilleas telling him countless times the same thing. Perhaps he might actually believe the woman and let the matter lie.
“I am not sure it could possibly be described as fuss free” Achilleas said, glancing at Theo with a brief flash of a smile “ Given the amount of organisation that has gone into the event. I fear there will be rather a lot of fuss” His eyes slid momentarily towards the man at the head of the table then, and he quickly tacked on “ Though of course that is what is befitting such an occasion”
And then because he was not without a heart, Achilleas could not help but look for Briseis, for it seemed unnecessarily cruel for her to have to listen to such talk. Not that he could do much about it.
He ate without really tasting the food, sifting through possible topics of conversation that would not skirt too close to the events surrounding the Egyptian’s visit and the King and Queen’s subsequent disappearance. It was not an easy endeavour, given that Theodora’s family seemed to be somehow implicated, and he could not ask about her sisters or after her parents. It put to practice all of the arts he had learned in his years in the senate to find some suitable subject, but he settled on one that he thought would be harmless enough.
“ You will like Euttica I hope, Theodora.There is an altogether more laid back feel to the place than here in the Capital”
He had watched her open the gift, wondering why he felt so nervous all of a sudden that she would not like it. It was jewellery, women liked jewellery. Still, Achilleas felt a relief that she seemed pleased, and thought that part of the evening could be called a success, even if he did not hold such high hopes for the rest of it.
As promised, his father awaited them in the dining room, and Achilleas relaxed a fraction as the man smiled as they entered. It seemed Irakles public face would not fail them, and the son could only hope that such graciousness might extend to him also, if only for the duration of this dinner. But then he went to escort Theodora to the right and of course the Prince moved to pull out the seat on the left and Achilleas could do little other than release his betrothed to move to her newly designated seat. He was about to move around the table himself when he glanced up and caught sight of Briseis, a silent statue in the corner. What was she doing here? She did not usually wait upon the evening meal, and Achilleas shot her a look as he walked to take his seat. She had better behave.
It had been more awkward that he had prepared for, trying to disentangle himself from his casual lover. For he was coming to see that somewhere along the line, it had ceased to be casual for Briseis, and she had not taken it well when he had called time upon their arrangement. Nor the second time, aftr his will had crumbled. Her presence now only served to make him uncomfortable, and Achilleas was grateful for the wine he had already furnished himself with, taking a sip as Irakles proceeded to ignore his words as if he had not even spoken. It was going to be like that, then.
Deliberately not looking at the girl who moved to serve more wine, he instead toyed with the knife at his place setting, not raising his gaze from it until the shadow of Briseis had moved away and he could safely look to his betrothed again, shooting her a small smile across the table as the food was brought in.
Achilleas looked over the offering as Irakles engaged in conversation with Theodora, finding his appetite dulled but loading his plate anyway. And though he wanted to roll his eyes at the man’s question regarding the wedding arrangements, he did not, instead letting one brow rise in warning as Theo found some amusement in the man’s words.
Oh yes. She accused him of fussing. Still, Theo assured his father that everything was in hand, despite Achilleas telling him countless times the same thing. Perhaps he might actually believe the woman and let the matter lie.
“I am not sure it could possibly be described as fuss free” Achilleas said, glancing at Theo with a brief flash of a smile “ Given the amount of organisation that has gone into the event. I fear there will be rather a lot of fuss” His eyes slid momentarily towards the man at the head of the table then, and he quickly tacked on “ Though of course that is what is befitting such an occasion”
And then because he was not without a heart, Achilleas could not help but look for Briseis, for it seemed unnecessarily cruel for her to have to listen to such talk. Not that he could do much about it.
He ate without really tasting the food, sifting through possible topics of conversation that would not skirt too close to the events surrounding the Egyptian’s visit and the King and Queen’s subsequent disappearance. It was not an easy endeavour, given that Theodora’s family seemed to be somehow implicated, and he could not ask about her sisters or after her parents. It put to practice all of the arts he had learned in his years in the senate to find some suitable subject, but he settled on one that he thought would be harmless enough.
“ You will like Euttica I hope, Theodora.There is an altogether more laid back feel to the place than here in the Capital”
His smile was pleasant, a kind one bestowed upon Theodora as they conversed, even while his mind was lightyears away. With the instance happening just the night before, Irakles had had little time to prepare, but he knew instances would have to be put in place now that Stephanos was gone. In a way, the man could use it to his favor - the fact that his nephew, who was on the cusp of being accused of treason, had now fled from his place of hold, was not going to reflect well upon the man. Already, Irakles knew what he would say to the Senate... but they had little time.
Looking up as he caught the tail end of Theodora's words, he nodded kindly. Briefly, his eyes flicked over to his son, just in time to notice the way his son steadfastly refused to look at the maid serving the wine, he frowned. Ah, all was not well in paradise then? Too bad. Achilleas would have to learn that when one decided to take up dalliances, but made fleeting and rushed promises of affection for their intended, they would have to face the consequences. Up till the day he invited Meena to stay within the Mikaelidas manor, he had never once entertained Meena's ideas that they were anything but a dalliance, not until his first daughter was born.
In the ways of women and lovers taken behind closed doors, Achilleas had much to learn yet.
Hiding his wry smile behind the chalice of wine he now sipped from, the man chewed on the meat and bits of bread as he nodded in agreement to Achilleas's words. "You may be right, but I fear what I mean would be that Lady Theodora would not have to be the one doing the fussing. It is what I pay so much gold coin to the servants for, and what your mother's duties are, anyhow." he murmured in response, tone still gentle. The eys that flashed in Achilleas's direction however, was anything but, even as they resumed their meal.
"But as Achilleas has said, it is only befitting as you marry into our family, my dearest." To Theodora, he turned on the charming smile again as he reached over and passed a platter of cheese to her, ensuring she had what she wanted on her plate before resuming his own meal. The sound of silverware on plates were clearly heard as he watched Achilleas conversing with Theodora, enough for him to know the relationship between the two was not one of animosity. If it had been, Irakles would not have stood for it. He did not need his son antagonizing the largest house in Taengea, and luckily, it seemed as if in this respect, Achilleas was smart enough to ensure he curried their good favor. Of course, the fact that his sonw as enamoured by the young lady was now no secret to him.
But what Achilleas did not know about his brother and Theodora, Irakles would keep it that way for now.
Remaining silent unless spoken to throughout the meal, by the time he felt pleasantly filled, Irakles had a plan filled out in his head. While he rarely did so, the prince now placed his cutlery on the table, and cleared his throat a little, before giving an apologetic tilt of his head to Theodora, as he stood up. "I must apologize, Lady Theodora, but there are some urgent matters that require my attention for now. However, I leave you in the trustworthy hands of our household staff," he gestured to the maid which he had requested to care for the meal, along with a few others, and then t urned back to their guest, "And the hosting of my son, to ensure your evening here is pleasant. The sitting room will be furnished with pasteli and gastrin for your enjoyment should you wish to retire there for conversation. I must take my leave, but I look forward to your wedding two weeks hence."
With another bow, he turned and swept out of the room, heading directly for his study where he quickly pulled out some parchment after calling Ujarak to bring him three messenger boys. He would require a meeting with the royal Head of Taengean houses come morning, and a decision would have to quickly be made.
Time is of essence.
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His smile was pleasant, a kind one bestowed upon Theodora as they conversed, even while his mind was lightyears away. With the instance happening just the night before, Irakles had had little time to prepare, but he knew instances would have to be put in place now that Stephanos was gone. In a way, the man could use it to his favor - the fact that his nephew, who was on the cusp of being accused of treason, had now fled from his place of hold, was not going to reflect well upon the man. Already, Irakles knew what he would say to the Senate... but they had little time.
Looking up as he caught the tail end of Theodora's words, he nodded kindly. Briefly, his eyes flicked over to his son, just in time to notice the way his son steadfastly refused to look at the maid serving the wine, he frowned. Ah, all was not well in paradise then? Too bad. Achilleas would have to learn that when one decided to take up dalliances, but made fleeting and rushed promises of affection for their intended, they would have to face the consequences. Up till the day he invited Meena to stay within the Mikaelidas manor, he had never once entertained Meena's ideas that they were anything but a dalliance, not until his first daughter was born.
In the ways of women and lovers taken behind closed doors, Achilleas had much to learn yet.
Hiding his wry smile behind the chalice of wine he now sipped from, the man chewed on the meat and bits of bread as he nodded in agreement to Achilleas's words. "You may be right, but I fear what I mean would be that Lady Theodora would not have to be the one doing the fussing. It is what I pay so much gold coin to the servants for, and what your mother's duties are, anyhow." he murmured in response, tone still gentle. The eys that flashed in Achilleas's direction however, was anything but, even as they resumed their meal.
"But as Achilleas has said, it is only befitting as you marry into our family, my dearest." To Theodora, he turned on the charming smile again as he reached over and passed a platter of cheese to her, ensuring she had what she wanted on her plate before resuming his own meal. The sound of silverware on plates were clearly heard as he watched Achilleas conversing with Theodora, enough for him to know the relationship between the two was not one of animosity. If it had been, Irakles would not have stood for it. He did not need his son antagonizing the largest house in Taengea, and luckily, it seemed as if in this respect, Achilleas was smart enough to ensure he curried their good favor. Of course, the fact that his sonw as enamoured by the young lady was now no secret to him.
But what Achilleas did not know about his brother and Theodora, Irakles would keep it that way for now.
Remaining silent unless spoken to throughout the meal, by the time he felt pleasantly filled, Irakles had a plan filled out in his head. While he rarely did so, the prince now placed his cutlery on the table, and cleared his throat a little, before giving an apologetic tilt of his head to Theodora, as he stood up. "I must apologize, Lady Theodora, but there are some urgent matters that require my attention for now. However, I leave you in the trustworthy hands of our household staff," he gestured to the maid which he had requested to care for the meal, along with a few others, and then t urned back to their guest, "And the hosting of my son, to ensure your evening here is pleasant. The sitting room will be furnished with pasteli and gastrin for your enjoyment should you wish to retire there for conversation. I must take my leave, but I look forward to your wedding two weeks hence."
With another bow, he turned and swept out of the room, heading directly for his study where he quickly pulled out some parchment after calling Ujarak to bring him three messenger boys. He would require a meeting with the royal Head of Taengean houses come morning, and a decision would have to quickly be made.
Time is of essence.
His smile was pleasant, a kind one bestowed upon Theodora as they conversed, even while his mind was lightyears away. With the instance happening just the night before, Irakles had had little time to prepare, but he knew instances would have to be put in place now that Stephanos was gone. In a way, the man could use it to his favor - the fact that his nephew, who was on the cusp of being accused of treason, had now fled from his place of hold, was not going to reflect well upon the man. Already, Irakles knew what he would say to the Senate... but they had little time.
Looking up as he caught the tail end of Theodora's words, he nodded kindly. Briefly, his eyes flicked over to his son, just in time to notice the way his son steadfastly refused to look at the maid serving the wine, he frowned. Ah, all was not well in paradise then? Too bad. Achilleas would have to learn that when one decided to take up dalliances, but made fleeting and rushed promises of affection for their intended, they would have to face the consequences. Up till the day he invited Meena to stay within the Mikaelidas manor, he had never once entertained Meena's ideas that they were anything but a dalliance, not until his first daughter was born.
In the ways of women and lovers taken behind closed doors, Achilleas had much to learn yet.
Hiding his wry smile behind the chalice of wine he now sipped from, the man chewed on the meat and bits of bread as he nodded in agreement to Achilleas's words. "You may be right, but I fear what I mean would be that Lady Theodora would not have to be the one doing the fussing. It is what I pay so much gold coin to the servants for, and what your mother's duties are, anyhow." he murmured in response, tone still gentle. The eys that flashed in Achilleas's direction however, was anything but, even as they resumed their meal.
"But as Achilleas has said, it is only befitting as you marry into our family, my dearest." To Theodora, he turned on the charming smile again as he reached over and passed a platter of cheese to her, ensuring she had what she wanted on her plate before resuming his own meal. The sound of silverware on plates were clearly heard as he watched Achilleas conversing with Theodora, enough for him to know the relationship between the two was not one of animosity. If it had been, Irakles would not have stood for it. He did not need his son antagonizing the largest house in Taengea, and luckily, it seemed as if in this respect, Achilleas was smart enough to ensure he curried their good favor. Of course, the fact that his sonw as enamoured by the young lady was now no secret to him.
But what Achilleas did not know about his brother and Theodora, Irakles would keep it that way for now.
Remaining silent unless spoken to throughout the meal, by the time he felt pleasantly filled, Irakles had a plan filled out in his head. While he rarely did so, the prince now placed his cutlery on the table, and cleared his throat a little, before giving an apologetic tilt of his head to Theodora, as he stood up. "I must apologize, Lady Theodora, but there are some urgent matters that require my attention for now. However, I leave you in the trustworthy hands of our household staff," he gestured to the maid which he had requested to care for the meal, along with a few others, and then t urned back to their guest, "And the hosting of my son, to ensure your evening here is pleasant. The sitting room will be furnished with pasteli and gastrin for your enjoyment should you wish to retire there for conversation. I must take my leave, but I look forward to your wedding two weeks hence."
With another bow, he turned and swept out of the room, heading directly for his study where he quickly pulled out some parchment after calling Ujarak to bring him three messenger boys. He would require a meeting with the royal Head of Taengean houses come morning, and a decision would have to quickly be made.
Time is of essence.
With every heartbeat it felt as if it was harder to keep her lip from trembling and the tears she could feel threatening to break free from doing so. Theodora of Leventi was so beautiful and perfect and noble, she was everything that Briseis was not in direct contrast. Her dark hair against her creamy pale skin was far finer than her own coarse, ruddy complexion and wheaten hair. Her mother had once said when her hair was untamed she looked like one of the sheep in the fields, and she felt very much like one now. The serving girl's features felt harsh compared to the refined elegance of the noblewoman, and she could see why Achilleas loved her, but that didn't make the sting any less.
The gesture to serve wine was nearly missed, but she started forward with the other servants and tried not to sniffle as she poured wine for first the Prince, then her lover, and his betrothed. Her elbow accidentally brushed against Achilleas' shoulder as she served his wine, and Briseis retreated as if stung and afraid of being scolded, hiding once again in her corner and as the nobles ate and ignored her felt a few silent drops of liquid roll down her cheeks. Aside from when she was called forth to serve more wine, she kept hidden and quiet, wanting so badly to turn and run.
Never before had she been so tempted to abandon everything and return home to Maliania. Though her mother would not approve, she was certain the Temple of Aphrodite would take her in and give her sanctuary from this pain. Perhaps with other men and various lovers and favors done in the name of the goddess she could forget the hurt that she was suffering now. Remembering his face when he had last turned her away from his bed, and seeing how he smiled and spoke now with Theodora felt as if a hundred knives stabbed into her heart with each glance.
When the prince finally rose and declared he had to depart, she felt relieved until he stated that she and the others were to stay and serve the baron and his lady alone. She felt sick, nauseous in a way she hadn't felt in a long while, but with no choice but to run out now and leave everything behind her, or stay and face this, she simply brushed at her cheeks to try to clear any evidence of her misery and kept her eyes to the ground, her voice small as she spoke. Her question referenced the dessert options the prince had presented, or the choice for more wine, but it made her heart hurt all the more as it was what she had asked Achilleas once before for a very different purpose.
"What is your will, my lord?"
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With every heartbeat it felt as if it was harder to keep her lip from trembling and the tears she could feel threatening to break free from doing so. Theodora of Leventi was so beautiful and perfect and noble, she was everything that Briseis was not in direct contrast. Her dark hair against her creamy pale skin was far finer than her own coarse, ruddy complexion and wheaten hair. Her mother had once said when her hair was untamed she looked like one of the sheep in the fields, and she felt very much like one now. The serving girl's features felt harsh compared to the refined elegance of the noblewoman, and she could see why Achilleas loved her, but that didn't make the sting any less.
The gesture to serve wine was nearly missed, but she started forward with the other servants and tried not to sniffle as she poured wine for first the Prince, then her lover, and his betrothed. Her elbow accidentally brushed against Achilleas' shoulder as she served his wine, and Briseis retreated as if stung and afraid of being scolded, hiding once again in her corner and as the nobles ate and ignored her felt a few silent drops of liquid roll down her cheeks. Aside from when she was called forth to serve more wine, she kept hidden and quiet, wanting so badly to turn and run.
Never before had she been so tempted to abandon everything and return home to Maliania. Though her mother would not approve, she was certain the Temple of Aphrodite would take her in and give her sanctuary from this pain. Perhaps with other men and various lovers and favors done in the name of the goddess she could forget the hurt that she was suffering now. Remembering his face when he had last turned her away from his bed, and seeing how he smiled and spoke now with Theodora felt as if a hundred knives stabbed into her heart with each glance.
When the prince finally rose and declared he had to depart, she felt relieved until he stated that she and the others were to stay and serve the baron and his lady alone. She felt sick, nauseous in a way she hadn't felt in a long while, but with no choice but to run out now and leave everything behind her, or stay and face this, she simply brushed at her cheeks to try to clear any evidence of her misery and kept her eyes to the ground, her voice small as she spoke. Her question referenced the dessert options the prince had presented, or the choice for more wine, but it made her heart hurt all the more as it was what she had asked Achilleas once before for a very different purpose.
"What is your will, my lord?"
With every heartbeat it felt as if it was harder to keep her lip from trembling and the tears she could feel threatening to break free from doing so. Theodora of Leventi was so beautiful and perfect and noble, she was everything that Briseis was not in direct contrast. Her dark hair against her creamy pale skin was far finer than her own coarse, ruddy complexion and wheaten hair. Her mother had once said when her hair was untamed she looked like one of the sheep in the fields, and she felt very much like one now. The serving girl's features felt harsh compared to the refined elegance of the noblewoman, and she could see why Achilleas loved her, but that didn't make the sting any less.
The gesture to serve wine was nearly missed, but she started forward with the other servants and tried not to sniffle as she poured wine for first the Prince, then her lover, and his betrothed. Her elbow accidentally brushed against Achilleas' shoulder as she served his wine, and Briseis retreated as if stung and afraid of being scolded, hiding once again in her corner and as the nobles ate and ignored her felt a few silent drops of liquid roll down her cheeks. Aside from when she was called forth to serve more wine, she kept hidden and quiet, wanting so badly to turn and run.
Never before had she been so tempted to abandon everything and return home to Maliania. Though her mother would not approve, she was certain the Temple of Aphrodite would take her in and give her sanctuary from this pain. Perhaps with other men and various lovers and favors done in the name of the goddess she could forget the hurt that she was suffering now. Remembering his face when he had last turned her away from his bed, and seeing how he smiled and spoke now with Theodora felt as if a hundred knives stabbed into her heart with each glance.
When the prince finally rose and declared he had to depart, she felt relieved until he stated that she and the others were to stay and serve the baron and his lady alone. She felt sick, nauseous in a way she hadn't felt in a long while, but with no choice but to run out now and leave everything behind her, or stay and face this, she simply brushed at her cheeks to try to clear any evidence of her misery and kept her eyes to the ground, her voice small as she spoke. Her question referenced the dessert options the prince had presented, or the choice for more wine, but it made her heart hurt all the more as it was what she had asked Achilleas once before for a very different purpose.
"What is your will, my lord?"
It was only when Achilleas started appearing uncomfortable that Theodora took a good look at the young girl serving them ― she couldn't have been much older than Nana from the looks of it. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a crooked nose and a certain masculinity to her face. It was then that Theodora recognized the girl from before. She was the same girl that had dressed her and then continued to be rude to her after her visit with Achilleas some time back.
Turning her attention towards the two gentlemen as they spoke, Theodora pursed her lips before turning a pleasant smile towards Irakles. "Ah, you need not worry, your highness." She said with a slight chuckle. "I am being pampered more than what I fear I deserve."
"Besides," she began, lowering her voice a little. "It seems my mother is enjoying herself greatly with the preparations, as I'm sure the Lady Myrto does as well." There seemed to be few things mothers enjoyed quite as much as preparing for a wedding.
Turning her attention back towards the food, Theodora plucked up some of the fruits ― that for some reason seemed to taste divine. She wondered what they had done to make it taste so sweet.
It was then that Irakles announced his departure and Theodora offered him a thankful and pleasant smile. "Thank you for your hospitality, your highness." And no, she did not miss the way the lord himself seemed to gesture towards the maid that seemed to make her betrothed feel incredibly uncomfortable. She briefly wondered if it was accidental, or if someone had planned her presence here. Well, she supposed it didn't matter. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening," she added as she watched the prince depart the room.
Immediately, Theodora's gaze snapped back towards Achilleas. For a second or two, she studied him. It was rather obvious that the young girl was taking this rather hard, which meant that there was a lot more to it ― at least from the poor child's vantage point. It felt cruel, in a sense, to have her here like this ― assuming Theodora's suspicions were correct, anyways. The girl spoke up then, her voice small and seemingly... Defeated? Theodora wasn't certain.
Before offering Achilleas much of a chance to answer her, Theodora turned in her seat and looked at the young girl directly. "I am feeling a little hot," she announced. "I could do with some fresh air." She tilted her head a little, a small, but friendly smile splaying over her lips. "Why don't you retreat to the sitting room, Achilleas and I'll join you there shortly." Her eyes didn't leave the girl as she spoke, though. "Would you like to walk with me?"
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It was only when Achilleas started appearing uncomfortable that Theodora took a good look at the young girl serving them ― she couldn't have been much older than Nana from the looks of it. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a crooked nose and a certain masculinity to her face. It was then that Theodora recognized the girl from before. She was the same girl that had dressed her and then continued to be rude to her after her visit with Achilleas some time back.
Turning her attention towards the two gentlemen as they spoke, Theodora pursed her lips before turning a pleasant smile towards Irakles. "Ah, you need not worry, your highness." She said with a slight chuckle. "I am being pampered more than what I fear I deserve."
"Besides," she began, lowering her voice a little. "It seems my mother is enjoying herself greatly with the preparations, as I'm sure the Lady Myrto does as well." There seemed to be few things mothers enjoyed quite as much as preparing for a wedding.
Turning her attention back towards the food, Theodora plucked up some of the fruits ― that for some reason seemed to taste divine. She wondered what they had done to make it taste so sweet.
It was then that Irakles announced his departure and Theodora offered him a thankful and pleasant smile. "Thank you for your hospitality, your highness." And no, she did not miss the way the lord himself seemed to gesture towards the maid that seemed to make her betrothed feel incredibly uncomfortable. She briefly wondered if it was accidental, or if someone had planned her presence here. Well, she supposed it didn't matter. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening," she added as she watched the prince depart the room.
Immediately, Theodora's gaze snapped back towards Achilleas. For a second or two, she studied him. It was rather obvious that the young girl was taking this rather hard, which meant that there was a lot more to it ― at least from the poor child's vantage point. It felt cruel, in a sense, to have her here like this ― assuming Theodora's suspicions were correct, anyways. The girl spoke up then, her voice small and seemingly... Defeated? Theodora wasn't certain.
Before offering Achilleas much of a chance to answer her, Theodora turned in her seat and looked at the young girl directly. "I am feeling a little hot," she announced. "I could do with some fresh air." She tilted her head a little, a small, but friendly smile splaying over her lips. "Why don't you retreat to the sitting room, Achilleas and I'll join you there shortly." Her eyes didn't leave the girl as she spoke, though. "Would you like to walk with me?"
It was only when Achilleas started appearing uncomfortable that Theodora took a good look at the young girl serving them ― she couldn't have been much older than Nana from the looks of it. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a crooked nose and a certain masculinity to her face. It was then that Theodora recognized the girl from before. She was the same girl that had dressed her and then continued to be rude to her after her visit with Achilleas some time back.
Turning her attention towards the two gentlemen as they spoke, Theodora pursed her lips before turning a pleasant smile towards Irakles. "Ah, you need not worry, your highness." She said with a slight chuckle. "I am being pampered more than what I fear I deserve."
"Besides," she began, lowering her voice a little. "It seems my mother is enjoying herself greatly with the preparations, as I'm sure the Lady Myrto does as well." There seemed to be few things mothers enjoyed quite as much as preparing for a wedding.
Turning her attention back towards the food, Theodora plucked up some of the fruits ― that for some reason seemed to taste divine. She wondered what they had done to make it taste so sweet.
It was then that Irakles announced his departure and Theodora offered him a thankful and pleasant smile. "Thank you for your hospitality, your highness." And no, she did not miss the way the lord himself seemed to gesture towards the maid that seemed to make her betrothed feel incredibly uncomfortable. She briefly wondered if it was accidental, or if someone had planned her presence here. Well, she supposed it didn't matter. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening," she added as she watched the prince depart the room.
Immediately, Theodora's gaze snapped back towards Achilleas. For a second or two, she studied him. It was rather obvious that the young girl was taking this rather hard, which meant that there was a lot more to it ― at least from the poor child's vantage point. It felt cruel, in a sense, to have her here like this ― assuming Theodora's suspicions were correct, anyways. The girl spoke up then, her voice small and seemingly... Defeated? Theodora wasn't certain.
Before offering Achilleas much of a chance to answer her, Theodora turned in her seat and looked at the young girl directly. "I am feeling a little hot," she announced. "I could do with some fresh air." She tilted her head a little, a small, but friendly smile splaying over her lips. "Why don't you retreat to the sitting room, Achilleas and I'll join you there shortly." Her eyes didn't leave the girl as she spoke, though. "Would you like to walk with me?"
Achilleas did not miss the dark look his father sent him, but he just added to it the little collection he was amassing and took another sip of wine. At least the man was being pleasant to Theodora, he supposed, letting the liquid roll around his mouth as he watched the pair talking. He picked at his food, conscious of his father’s scrutiny as he talked to his betrothed, and though surprised, Achilleas could not claim to be disappointed when the man stood to excuse himself. He half rose in his seat too, offering his father a nod before he sank down again as the man departed, barely stifling the sigh that wanted to make itself known.
“I’m sorry” he offered to Theodora on behalf of the man. “ He’s understandably got a lot on his mind”. He pushed his plate away from himself, not really having found much of an appetite throughout the meal, and looked to Theodora questioningly, about to ask her if she had eaten enough when a small voice interrupted, and Achilleas made sure his face was carefully blank as he turned toward Briseis.
He could not say it did not hurt him to witness the girl’s upset. He had felt terrible when he had first told her she could not come to him anymore, and felt foolish for not seeing earlier that she had invested in something more than what he had ever intended to offer. And it hurt still, for though he had been thoughtless, Achilleas did not look to be unkind, and this felt exactly that. He opened his mouth to dismiss Briseis, one of the other servants could wait upon them if it were needed.
But before he had gotten a word out, it was Theodora’s voice that rang out, and the Lord whipped his head around to see that she too was looking at the blonde in the corner. There was a prickle of unease, and he took a breath that he did not release as his betrothed continued speaking. Oh no. With a rising sense of alarm, Achilleas cleared his throat and interjected. “ I can have them fetch your lady’s maid” he said, with an entirely false sense of nonchalance. “If you would like?”
And then he cursed himself for not being more insistent when Theodora refused and he was left with nothing else to do other than retire to the sitting room as he was bid. Not unless he was going to be supremely obvious, anyway. He glanced briefly toward Briseis, trying to impress upon her in that moment how he needed her discretion. But he did not know if he could count on her remaining loyal to him, not after everything. And from the way Theodora looked at the girl like a cat with a bird, he thought she already was suspicious, somehow.
“Do not stay away too long, then” he managed, his tone light and contradicting the sinking feeling in his stomach. He’d known this dinner was bad idea, but this complication had come from an unexpected direction.
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Achilleas did not miss the dark look his father sent him, but he just added to it the little collection he was amassing and took another sip of wine. At least the man was being pleasant to Theodora, he supposed, letting the liquid roll around his mouth as he watched the pair talking. He picked at his food, conscious of his father’s scrutiny as he talked to his betrothed, and though surprised, Achilleas could not claim to be disappointed when the man stood to excuse himself. He half rose in his seat too, offering his father a nod before he sank down again as the man departed, barely stifling the sigh that wanted to make itself known.
“I’m sorry” he offered to Theodora on behalf of the man. “ He’s understandably got a lot on his mind”. He pushed his plate away from himself, not really having found much of an appetite throughout the meal, and looked to Theodora questioningly, about to ask her if she had eaten enough when a small voice interrupted, and Achilleas made sure his face was carefully blank as he turned toward Briseis.
He could not say it did not hurt him to witness the girl’s upset. He had felt terrible when he had first told her she could not come to him anymore, and felt foolish for not seeing earlier that she had invested in something more than what he had ever intended to offer. And it hurt still, for though he had been thoughtless, Achilleas did not look to be unkind, and this felt exactly that. He opened his mouth to dismiss Briseis, one of the other servants could wait upon them if it were needed.
But before he had gotten a word out, it was Theodora’s voice that rang out, and the Lord whipped his head around to see that she too was looking at the blonde in the corner. There was a prickle of unease, and he took a breath that he did not release as his betrothed continued speaking. Oh no. With a rising sense of alarm, Achilleas cleared his throat and interjected. “ I can have them fetch your lady’s maid” he said, with an entirely false sense of nonchalance. “If you would like?”
And then he cursed himself for not being more insistent when Theodora refused and he was left with nothing else to do other than retire to the sitting room as he was bid. Not unless he was going to be supremely obvious, anyway. He glanced briefly toward Briseis, trying to impress upon her in that moment how he needed her discretion. But he did not know if he could count on her remaining loyal to him, not after everything. And from the way Theodora looked at the girl like a cat with a bird, he thought she already was suspicious, somehow.
“Do not stay away too long, then” he managed, his tone light and contradicting the sinking feeling in his stomach. He’d known this dinner was bad idea, but this complication had come from an unexpected direction.
Achilleas did not miss the dark look his father sent him, but he just added to it the little collection he was amassing and took another sip of wine. At least the man was being pleasant to Theodora, he supposed, letting the liquid roll around his mouth as he watched the pair talking. He picked at his food, conscious of his father’s scrutiny as he talked to his betrothed, and though surprised, Achilleas could not claim to be disappointed when the man stood to excuse himself. He half rose in his seat too, offering his father a nod before he sank down again as the man departed, barely stifling the sigh that wanted to make itself known.
“I’m sorry” he offered to Theodora on behalf of the man. “ He’s understandably got a lot on his mind”. He pushed his plate away from himself, not really having found much of an appetite throughout the meal, and looked to Theodora questioningly, about to ask her if she had eaten enough when a small voice interrupted, and Achilleas made sure his face was carefully blank as he turned toward Briseis.
He could not say it did not hurt him to witness the girl’s upset. He had felt terrible when he had first told her she could not come to him anymore, and felt foolish for not seeing earlier that she had invested in something more than what he had ever intended to offer. And it hurt still, for though he had been thoughtless, Achilleas did not look to be unkind, and this felt exactly that. He opened his mouth to dismiss Briseis, one of the other servants could wait upon them if it were needed.
But before he had gotten a word out, it was Theodora’s voice that rang out, and the Lord whipped his head around to see that she too was looking at the blonde in the corner. There was a prickle of unease, and he took a breath that he did not release as his betrothed continued speaking. Oh no. With a rising sense of alarm, Achilleas cleared his throat and interjected. “ I can have them fetch your lady’s maid” he said, with an entirely false sense of nonchalance. “If you would like?”
And then he cursed himself for not being more insistent when Theodora refused and he was left with nothing else to do other than retire to the sitting room as he was bid. Not unless he was going to be supremely obvious, anyway. He glanced briefly toward Briseis, trying to impress upon her in that moment how he needed her discretion. But he did not know if he could count on her remaining loyal to him, not after everything. And from the way Theodora looked at the girl like a cat with a bird, he thought she already was suspicious, somehow.
“Do not stay away too long, then” he managed, his tone light and contradicting the sinking feeling in his stomach. He’d known this dinner was bad idea, but this complication had come from an unexpected direction.